Pacifist with more than Determination

Kirara: And so the Undertale fandom came and swallowed me whole making me get inspired with determination. I promise I'll work on the other stories. I swear I will once I get more inspiration and plan the chapters better because I edit too much. So this story has the same pacifist route adventure that many others have written about, but with a bit of a twist. A very romantic twist. So a couple facts about this story:

It's Sans x Frisk. Before anyone takes the pedophilia card on me, Frisk is 16 when she falls underground and Sans stopped aging at 25. She will eventually catch up in aging for more adult situations.

There are going to be many other couples including Papyton, Alphyne, Asgore x Toriel, Chara x Asriel, etc.

Possible spoilers for those who don't know the game well.

Disclaimer: Undertale belongs to Toby Fox. I only own the OCs that will come up in future chapters.

Chapter 1: Curiosity Kills the Cat

NO TRESPASSING

A wooden sign said beside the path leading up the mountain. Police tape was wrapped between two trees. It was intimidating enough to keep people away, but not enough to physically stop anyone. It didn't stop the determined girl named Frisk from continuing her journey towards Mt. Ebott. Why was she doing this? Mt. Ebott is a place where children have been going missing and never returning, causing the authorities to forbid entrance into the mountain. Frisk just flipped her short dark brown hair and went around the taped trees, easily getting back in the rocky path she was traveling in the first place. Her small chocolate eyes looked back one last time before continuing forward. The mountain wasn't very steep, thus easy to climb. It involved more walking and less climbing. Still, it was quite the long walk. Frisk was thankful she wore comfortable clothing for the trip. A large blue sweeter shirt with two purple stripes placed horizontally bellow her bust, blue shorts that reached above her knees, and a pair of worn brown boots. She gripped the handles of her navy blue backpack that held necessities and her most prized possessions. There was a bottle of water, a couple of sandwiches she made before departing, some clothes, an mp3 player with a pair of earbuds, a folder that contained her graduation diploma, and a worn out letter. She stopped and grabbed a water bottle from the bag and drank a small amount of the clear liquid. She placed the bottle back in its previous place to save for later and began walking once again.

An hour had passed before Frisk saw what looked like a cave in the distance. It seemed like a good place to rest. She grabbed a sturdy stick from a nearby tree in case she needed to defend herself from any wild animals. She hoped that there weren't any bears or wolves. Frisk entered the dark cavern slowly, but still tripping on a small rock hidden in the darkness. She fell face first on the ground earning a small scrape on her head that thankfully her bangs covered and on her left knee. Her stick left her hand and landed somewhere she did not see. Frisk searched around the dark cave floor trying to find her weapon, but to no avail. Why was the cave so dark? It was only early afternoon. The Sun is still shining brightly yet the cave was so dark. Not giving up on finding her only means of self-defense, Frisk continued forward on her knees to avoid tripping and to reach her stick that couldn't have fallen so far out of reach. Suddenly her hand felt nothing. No ground whatsoever. Squinting, she saw the outline of a large hole on the ground. Her stick probably fell down there. She tried to see the bottom of the pit, but it was pitch black. Well, that stick is gone for good. She tried to look one last time at the gaping abyss and for a second she thought she saw a glimmer of yellow in the darkness. Curiosity got the best of her as she tried to take a closer look. Worst mistake of her life. The rocks that were supporting her weight gave out and she fell forward into the hole that claimed her very existence. Curiosity killed the cat as they say.

"Am I going to die?" Frisk thought as she continued to fall. It seemed as time went in slow motion for her and she closed her eyes. Was this what happened to the children that ventured here? Was this the way her life was going to end? She had so much to accomplish and has done so little in her short life. She could already see her insignificant life flashing by.

"Hey Frisk, why do you have such a weird name?"

"You are so weird Frisk"

"Why do you say that?"

"She doesn't look like a girl, her eyes are so small, and she's ugly."

"No wonder her family left her here."

"Pay them no heed Frisk. You are a beautiful little girl."

"I'm sorry we can't pay for your ballet classes anymore"

"Do you like monsters Frisk?"

"You are such a nerd Frisk."

"Honey, that dress doesn't fit your figure at all. Try being less of a fat ass."

"Happy birthday, Frisk. I got you an mp3 player with a lot of songs you might like."

"We apologize, but it didn't feel like we were raising a child."

"You play the piano so well. Maybe you could teach me a little."

"FRISK AVALON"

"Come on up and pick your diploma. Congratulations"

"To graduate at the age of sixteen is quite the accomplishment."

"This letter was stored until you grew up Frisk."

"Whatever your decision is, I will support you."

"I'm sorry, Hana"

…..

Frisk opened her eyes. It was dark, but she could see light shining from above her.

"I did fall, didn't I?" She muttered to herself.

She found the strength to sit up and realize she was laying on a patch of yellow flowers. Buttercups to be more specific. Was this the yellow light she saw from the cave? She wasn't sure. The light she saw seemed brighter.

Frisk struggled to stand up, surprised she wasn't as injured as she expected. Or dead. Those were some strong flowers. She looked around her dimly lit surroundings. There were some old pillars leading to some sort of doorway. And on the ground was…her STICK. Frisk quickly grabbed it and glared at it as if blaming it for all her troubles. She checked her bag to see if her items were intact. They appeared to be fine, thankfully, just a little scattered. She arranged the items back in order and began walking. Forward was the only way to go if she wanted to find her way out. She went through the doorway and came face to face with a lone yellow flower in a patch of grass. A smiling yellow flower.

"Howdy," it spoke. "I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower."

And that's chapter one out of a whole lot of chapters. I don't know how long, but long. Hope you enjoyed it.