"Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: Humans and Monsters. One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle, the humans were victorious. They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many years later, They say those who climb Mt. Ebott, never return."

And yet, Frisk stood on the edge of that very mountain, the long, winding dirt path taunting her to climb it to see if those rumors rang true. She had heard the legend from a history book she had picked up, and after some bets with her friends, they all promised to meet up at the path up the mountain as soon as sunlight started to peer over the horizon. The way the path stood before her, the unkempt way the dirt road was littered with leaves and roots filled her with determination as she waited.

So she did wait, for what seemed to be hours she walked around in circles, careful to avoid the budding flower that had sprouted where her circular motion took her. It was very odd to see a flower this late in the year, especially one who was so young. It was late fall, so most of the flowers had been replaced by fallen leaves. She had to smile softly at the yellow flower's determination to fight the seasons itself to survive. Frisk made a silent reminder for when she returned from the mountain that she would go ahead and put the flower in a spare vase to keep it safe from the elements.

Frisk heard a the loud caw of a crow resonate through the forest, causing her to look up from her thoughts, only to find the sun had rose from it's original position when she had arrived. Frisk bit the inside of her lip as she tapped their foot softly next to the flower. Where had her friends gone to? She was tempted to say they just forgot, or were running late, but she had the sneaking suspicion that they had chickened out on her, which sent frustration up her spine. Frisk crossed her arms.

"That's fine, if they want to be scared, that won't stop me." Frisk told the flower. "I'll head up to the mountain and wait for them there." Frisk then slowly realized that she was actually talking to a flower. Rather than continue to embarrass herself in front of no one, she took her leave up to the top of the mountain.

The journey to the top had been rather laborious. Without someone to keep the path clean, nature itself had started to destroy her way to the top. She had left the path several times out of confusion to where exactly the path was. The road itself didn't help at all as it turned and swerved in odd directions, avoiding invisible foes as it fled. At one point it actually did a complete u-turn and headed back from once it came, only to turn back around and go straight into a tree.

By then Frisk had gotten over trying to follow the path and instead opted to wing it. Frisk knew which way the peak was, it loomed over her the entire time, judging her every movement. Frisk just had to figure out a way to get there.

After jumping over logs, scraping her knees more times then she would like to admit, Frisk had come across the remains of a broken and beaten path- if you could even call it that. Chucks were all that remained, the earth having long since sucked up the rest. Frisk had followed the small segments, somehow not missing the chunks out of what to seemed to be pure dumb luck, until she came across what the path had led to.

At first, she had mistaken the cave to be some kind of beast, the story of monsters quickly coming to her mind. The mouth was opened up before her, it's teeth several feet long as it hung from the roof of it's mouth. The way the shadows of morning hung over the cave made it seem like the inside was a darkened pit, a tongue made of roots threatening to swallow her whole. She swore she even saw horns protruding from the top.

And yet, even with such a threatening demeanor, she didn't back down. This was what the path lead to- and after hours of traveling, she wasn't eager to just leave. She was tempted to wait for her friends, but she figured they wouldn't be for at least a few hours... if they were even coming at all. She made a mental note to talk to them later about how exploring together didn't exactly work if they weren't present.

Inside the cave was dark. The only light seemed to be shining from the entrance, and a beam of light at the end of the tunnel. From what she could make out, vines stretched down the hallway and wrapped around, clawing at the precious sunlight. Frisk wondered how they even thrived in such a dark environment. The air was heavy with rainwater, her shoes sinking into saturated ground as she walked, making her movements more forceful with each step. It smelt of the dead and spoiled milk- as strange as that was to smell in a cave.

Frisk wondered if all of this effort was really worth it to figure out if some rumor in a book was true. What if it was all made up to keep kids from going to the mountain so they didn't trip and fall? Perhaps it was just an old wives tale that was just some trivial information spread from one person to the other so much that it had convinced one writer that it was true. She decided to keep moving forward. She had come this far anyways, it would be silly to turn back now.

She quickly found herself at the end of the tunnel, the room opening up to reveal a skylight above, moths and small bugs flying around in the fresh air. Vines trickled up the walls and to the skylight, where they then reached out with desperate leaves to catch what sunlight they could. But- Frisk soon found herself shocked at the most prominent feature in the cave.

In the middle of the room, a giant hole... No, giant couldn't even begin to hint at the size of this... Monstrosity. Vines crawled like snakes as Frisk took a step closer, both fascinated and terrified of what could have created such a canyon. She had gotten near the event horizon, almost close enough to peer over the edge to see the walls of the hole extending to what seemed to be an abyss. Frisk had never seen the likes of before. She was so shocked and confused by such a sight, she didn't notice a vine slithering past her.

Her foot caught.

Suddenly she tumbled forward, time seeming to slow as she watched the ground slip away from her. She reached out a hand in an attempt to grab onto the ledge, but only caught air. Slowly she turned as she fell down the pit, her eyes wide.

"HELP!" Frisk screamed out for someone, anyone. She felt cold fear soak through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping for someone to suddenly appear to help.

But nobody came.