A.N: Hello! This is kind of a self-insert OC fic. I'm writing this story with a healing purpose for others and myself. We all have old wounds and I don't know about you, but maybe it's time to let go and move on. A fresh new beginning! If you played Undertale I'm sure you saw parts of yourself in some of the characters, their feelings and their points of view, and to me the whole experience was fun and healing, so that's why I thought I would add my own perspective to it and just share it.

Just so you know, I chose the most representative genres for the story, but there's also mystery, comedy, friendship, romance...

By the way, English isn't my first language.

I hope you enjoy this and I hope that this helps you in some way, if not to heal, to at least smile a little and have a good time.

You are engulfed in cold, quiet darkness. An endless pitch-black void stretches endlessly before you. It might as well be a black wall that gave no perception of depth, but you wouldn't know the difference. It mirrored your inexistent emotions somehow. No fear, no confusion, no pain, only numbness.

But it isn't going to last and you know it.

You shudder. You're not alone anymore.

…Y…you…

A weak, eerie whisper cuts through the silence. A wave of cold runs through your body. "Who are you?"

…Kid….Help…..

"Are you okay?"

...h…h…help….

Despair. That's despair in the voice.

"W-where are you?"

…K…kid…

"Please, I need more information"

…un…der…..

"I can barely hear you! Can you speak a bit louder?"

…g…ground…..

"I-I'm sorry but I don't understand"

…h…elp…

"W-wait! Don't go yet! I'm- I still don't know what I can do to help! Wait-!"

…US.

I jolted awake.

My heart drummed.

Beads of cold sweat ran down my forehead.

I gasped for air as a shiver ran through my bones and the lump in my throat made it hard to swallow.

That dream.

That disturbing dream again.

One week. I've been having this dream for one whole week and I couldn't be farther from understanding it. Each time it got more intense and I didn't know what to do about it anymore. The more I dream it the less sense it makes. Does that make sense?

I watched the teacher's mouth move, but all I could really focus on was the possible meanings of this dream. I went through the same hypotheses I'd considered for the past 7 days, but none of them felt right. I discreetly looked at my phone while ignoring the puffy sensation of the dark circles that were starting to form under my eyes.

12:45 p.m.

Almost time. Only 15 minutes left. I smiled to myself.

"I assume you have known people who believe in ghosts, correct?"

Oh God, not this again.

"Well, this is also a kind of delusion. All of these people have developed pre-psychotic personality structures. Maybe they won't lose contact with reality in the way psychotic personalities do since, unlike them, they won't hallucinate and they can actually tell what is real from what is imagined, except of course when it comes to the topic of their delusion. Ghosts, angels, aliens, you name it hahaha. Same goes with…"

I tuned out the rest of the explanation. This woman was starting to get on my nerves. I was so tired of this topic. Why can't this teacher just respect other people's beliefs? Does she have to mock them like that? And how can she just assume that no one in this room believes in ghosts, angels, etc.? I felt my stomach sink. She's even made fun of some of her patients with us before.

How long did she plan to keep this going? We get it, you're an atheist, you don't believe in those kinds of things. You don't think paranormal activity exists, you don't believe in psychics, mediums, auras, spirituality… Not even in Cognitive Psychology, because 'it's not very effective' compared to Psychoanalysis.

Yet here I was feeling how resented she's been for years and her dead father has been asking me for over a month to tell her he deeply regrets abandoning her and her sisters when their mother got sick.

But I know I can't tell her that.

I don't have the courage. Not with her. Sadly I knew why.

"Oh! And let me tell you, there are some people that believe stones can help them calm their mind, emotions and even improve their health. HAHAHAHA!"

Some of my classmates burst into laughter and I looked at my quartz bracelets. I pulled the sleeve of my sweater down my wrist.

Freedom at last. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the wind in my face as I walked down the street towards the bus stop. I don't understand it when people criticize so passionately something they don't know anything about. I always left this class feeling tense… no… Afraid?… Not quite…

Rejected.

A sharp pain in my chest let me know that's the word.

I know it's nothing personal. The teachers and classmates that have made fun of those who believe in the paranormal and that kind of thing don't know it's my kind of thing. But I mean, c'mon! Why make fun of others so harshly? If they only believe in science (even though there are lots of interesting scientific studies on the topic too) or whatever it's perfectly okay, they have the right to, but what about respect? It's like that shaming and anon hate everyone talks about in Tumblr. People can choose to believe whatever they want as long as it doesn't hurt/disrespect others, right?

A long sigh escaped my lips. No point in thinking about this right now. The task at hand was what truly was important right now.

I was headed to Dianne's. She is my spiritual counselor and an amazing psychic and medium. What's the difference you may ask? Well, a psychic is someone who perceives information about places and/or people, while a medium can speak to beings from different dimensions. She's helped me a lot to develop and handle my abilities.

If anyone can give me the answers I'm looking for it's her, since the only thing my spirit guides will tell me when I ask them about the dream is "Very soon". What does that mean? Will I understand very soon? Will I help the voice very soon? I breathed deeply once again and felt my emotions settle as I kept walking. Ah, breathing is so underrated these days. I was starting to feel relaxed when a thought crossed my mind.

Oh no.

I took my phone out from my flower bag, quickly smiled at the background –a picture of my French-poodle sticking her tongue out- and then looked at today's date. To my disappointment, yes, it was May the 16th.

I sighed. Dianne takes the day off the sixteenth of every month.

How could I be so distracted?

Oh well. Tomorrow it is, then.

I mentally pictured the rest of my day as it usually goes when I don't have to work. Go back home, eat, do some homework, help with chores, meditate, talk to my parents (but my mom told me in the morning they'd come home in the late afternoon so I have the house for myself, yay!) and spend the rest of the day reading or wasting time in my laptop. Maybe a little dancing work-out. But…

I looked up to the sky. It was cloudy, which is my favorite kind of day. Not only that but it also happens that it isn't too cold or too hot. The day felt so nice and soothing…

My mouth stretched in a smirky grin.

Luckily for me, Ebott Town isn't that big. A bus ride will suffice to get to the best place I can think of right now. Yes, I enjoy having the house just for myself, I really do but I don't feel like letting this beautiful weather go to waste. I opened the Facebook app on my phone as I waited in my seat for the bus to get to my destination. I scrolled down my newsfeed until I came across an interesting headline. I arched a brow.

"Hollow Earth Hypothesis - Subterranean Civilizations" it read.

I squinted. What?

I follow a lot of spirituality pages. It feels good to know there are a lot of people like me out there and besides I learn a lot. There's a lot of diversity when it comes to beliefs and that's something I love as much as connecting with like-minded people but… people living in the center of the Earth?

Huh?

I opened the link to the article and began reading. Nope, I was wrong. Apparently it wasn't about people living beneath the surface. It was about aliens living beneath the surface. And according to this… they've had some kind of underground civilization for... years?

I didn't bother reading the rest.

Not that I could have anyways, because a woman got into the bus and in that moment a light presence stood by my side. I knew what it wanted.

Pretending to look at my phone, I focused my senses on it, trying to read its' energy. A spiritual guide, no doubt. Beautiful energy. The kind that makes you feel deeply peaceful.

I tried to ignore him.

I'm terribly shy, insecure and a huge introvert as it is -5 ft and 7 in of awkward, that's me!- and spirituality is a touchy subject for a lot of people so whenever a spirit asks me to deliver a message for a total stranger it's just… incredibly scary.

Five minutes passed. He was insistent –but respectful- the whole time. I could feel my throat tighten, the words struggling to just come out, but I refused to let them. No, not because I'm possessed or anything like that, but because in my heart I really want to share this message.

The bus finally arrived and I stood up to get down. I debated with myself for two seconds. Oh what the hell, I'll probably never see her again. I held my breath and turned to her. My heart started beating faster.

Ay Dios.

"E-excuse me," My voice came out funny and I cleared my throat, "lady."

She locked eyes with me.

"I- uh…" An image of Shia Labeouf shouting 'JUST DO IT' at me came to mind. "I don't know if you believe in this kind of thing, but there is someone here, um, from the, uh… spirit… world" Oh God what have I done? She just stared at me. My hands began to sweat. "And, uh, well, i-it's your spiritual guide." I breathed gathering my courage. If I had already decided to do this, I might as well do it right. I felt my own guides reassuring me that it was okay to release my worries.

It filled me with… determination.

I switched to full psychic medium mode. "He's asking you not to be afraid, because the change you're going though is a positive one, which he says you already know so he reassures you everything will be fine and it won't be difficult. I can also feel your energy and I can feel how worried you are to make the wrong choice, but your guide says that you should take that leap of faith you've been thinking about and follow your heart, because possibilities are endless. They truly are! He says that the path will appear once you take the step and he says there's nothing to be worried about because your needs and your children's will always be met." I sighed, feeling relieved as the lump in my throat disappeared. I did it. OhmyGodIdidit.

I looked at the woman's face. Her eyes were big and watery. I could tell she was struggling to bite back tears- no not only could I tell, I felt it. She's embarrassed to be seen crying because she has thought for a long time she has to be the strong one. She doesn't like to feel vulnerable. A giggle came through her lips. She still looks surprised. "I-I'm going through a divorce and today I was just thinking h-how much I want t-to quit my j-job…" She trailed off and her smile wavered and her lower lip trembled. I could feel how much she has wanted to talk about this, but she hasn't allowed herself to do so. "I-I really want to have my own business. A bakery. B-but I thought I couldn't leave my job because- I really need the money for my kids so I just-" A couple of tears ran down her cheeks and she was quick to wipe them away with the back of her hand. I searched in my bag, offered her a smile and handed her a tissue. She smiled back at me and used it, taking a few seconds to recover. I grinned and sat next to her. "Trust me, the way your guide explained it, this is something to be really excited about"

I felt a positive shift in her energy. Her eyes met mine and more tears were about to fall. "These- these are really good news" She sniffed and giggled in a hearty way, before hugging me tightly. I felt my own heart sing with joy. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Ah, Mount Ebbot here I am. I was definitely happy. Every time I shared messages from spiritual guides a wave of something I couldn't explain, kind of like a mix of joy, gratitude, peace and basically happiness, hit me with full force. Not only the sharing messages part makes me feel like this, but also the healing it brings to people. There's nothing I love more than looking at a person heal emotionally. God I love my job. Nothing in my life has ever fulfilled me like this.

Yep, that's my job in case you were wondering. I'm an Alternative Therapist. If you've ever heard about Reiki, energetic therapies and –as you've already seen- messages from your spiritual guides, then you've met the love of my life.

And nope, not everyone knows about it. I'm working on fully coming out of the closet. Right now I only promote myself whenever I'm absolutely sure I'm with like-minded people.

With a smile from ear to ear, I walked –more like skipped- up the mountain. I just planned to relax, meditate and enjoy the view. There are legends that say that those who climb up the mountain never return. I don't believe it's true, I've heard of a lot of people who have been there. But I never climb up high. Just in case.

I mentally said hi to nature spirits. They're super kind and charismatic. Funny even.

I stopped when I found a nice spot and sat down under a tree after asking their permission. Nature is alive in more ways than most humans know. Placing my waist-long dark blonde hair in front of my shoulder, I leaned my back against the tree trunk and extended my long purple skirt after making sure there were no ants. Bugs and I are not enemies (hmm… maybe we are, not sure) but we're definitely not friends.

I closed my eyes to begin the meditation. Breathing deeply, I felt myself relax. In a few moments, all tension was gone. The soothing sound of rustling leaves and the fresh air helped a lot. On the inside I was smiling. Ah, peace…

Look behind you

The serene voice of my main spiritual guide came through. His energy was eternally loving and peaceful, but I could feel his request was important.

'What do you mean? Is something going on?'

Look behind you

Very important.

For a moment I was afraid he was warning me of something, so I got out of my meditative state feeling somewhat worried. I looked behind the tree over my shoulder. At first I didn't see anything or anyone, but then my eyes focused on a moving, colored dot in the distance. I squinted.

A child.

My eyebrows knitted slightly. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl but they were climbing too high. Is the child alone? I looked around but no parents or possible friends came to view. Perhaps they got lost?

I looked back at them. They were climbing way too high. I don't like this. I was about to ask my guides for confirmation but in that moment the child almost fell. Grabbing my bag, I scrambled to my feet and ran to the child. "Hey! Kid! Wait!" They recovered and kept going up. I called out again, louder this time. They still didn't hear me. By the time I realized I was climbing quickly after them. I pushed my thoughts of the stupid legend aside, but still convinced myself it couldn't be real. The previously neutral weather was gradually turning cold and windy. It was a good thing I was wearing long-sleeve shirt, a long skirt and leggings too.

A couple of minutes passed and it was taking me a lot longer to reach them than I thought. Climbing is so not my forte. The town was getting smaller and smaller. I looked away and steadied my hands after the trembling the view caused. I swallowed hard. Where was this kid going? "H-hey, kid, are you lost?" My words drowned in the wind. "Where are your parents?" I said louder to no avail. The wind was stronger and breathing was not so easy now. Finding plain ground, the child disappeared above me. I forced myself to climb faster. Gosh, we're getting way too far from civilization. I tried hard not to think about how I was supposed to come down or how lonely it looked up ahead. Who knows who or what could be there.

You'd better take of me, guys. I sent the thought out to my spiritual guides. This child must be exactly why they asked me to look behind me. They wouldn't put me in danger... I finally crawled into to the plain terrain.

Chest heaving up and down I glanced up from the ground, hoping to see them there quietly waiting for me but actually expecting them to be climbing or running away. Either way I was wrong.

My lungs forgot how to breathe and my legs froze in place.

A dark cave. The kind from which not even light can escape, like a black hole, and the jagged and uneven type you only hear about in scary campfire stories and it's enough to give me the creeps.

Even wind was being pulled into it.

Climbing had already been beyond my comfort zone but I can't stand dark places. Now there was no freaking way I was going to continue.

But I knew it was a lie the moment I reminded myself of the child again.

In that same moment I felt my guides' trying to talk to me. I focused quickly but real hard since it becomes extremely difficult for me to understand or feel anything psychically speaking whenever I'm emotionally overwhelmed. I figured it should be some kind of emergency because a word came in no time.

Phone

My trembling hands frantically searched for my phone in my bag. Of course. If I just went in and something –anything- went wrong, nobody on this planet would know I was here. I had to call 911, they'd either take care of it or tell me what to do.

I was ready to dial the number when a small sign that's never in the screen caught my attention.

No signal.

That can't be right. I must have misunderstood my guides. Of course I would misunderstand them, I'm too scared and anxious. Dammit.

If I could get away just enough to get the signal back- no. Time is a very important factor here. What if the child gets lost? Or hurt? What if they're scared? B-but darkness-

In my panicky state my phone slipped through my fingers. The screen faced the ground and right before my hand touched it to pick it up realization hit me. Right under the camera, was the flash.

True guidance was clear now.

Jumping to my feet, I took my phone with me and against every single instinct in my body, I crossed the entrance of the cave.

"Kid?! Kid, are you here?!" I blessed with my all my heart the flashlight app as I pointed the white light everywhere, keeping my arms as close to my body as possible. Oh God. A huge spider. "Kid?!" A loose rock echoed in the somewhat near distance. A flicker of hope within me made me sprint deeper into the cave, calling the child out again, watching my steps and the rocky edges of the cave so I wouldn't hit my head. Maybe this nightmare was just about to be over. Yes, yes, it'd all be over soon.

Then I found them.

They were standing near the edge of a huge bottomless crater, water dripping from some of the huge teeth-like stalactites in the ceiling.

The moment I laid eyes on them, my fear of spiders was replaced by motherly protectiveness without my permission. "Hey, kid" My voice was soft as I stepped closer. I didn't want to scare them, they could fall in because of a sudden movement. Besides, their aura, it felt sad and… lonely. But to my surprise I felt no fear. Acknowledging my existence for the first time, the child faced me. They had a plain poker face and medium length straight brown hair with short bangs. "What are you doing here, little friend? This isn't the right place to play." I bent down to their eye level so the kid wouldn't think of me as a threat and we could actually connect. Thank God for Child Psychology lessons. I kept a reasonable distance so I wouldn't invade their personal space. "Where are your parents?"

They shrugged.

"Did you come alone?"

Before they nodded I felt the heavy feeling my question caused in them.

I cleared my throat. "Well, you're not alone anymore. I'm here now. What's your name, sweety?"

*You tell the young woman your name

"Frisk? That's a really nice name. My name is Caroline, nice to meet you." I carefully reached out my hand for them to shake, considering the possibility if they didn't want to but they did. I saw them manage a small smile. "Look, Frisk, I can help you find your parents, okay? And I promise you I won't leave until we do. But we have to get out of here first. Besides it's getting cold in here, don't you think?"

This was pretty much solved. I felt in Frisk's aura they trusted me so I doubted they would refuse to at least follow me out of the cave. But I meant every single word I said. I definitely planned on keeping my promise and staying with Frisk until making sure they're safe. So far, this turned out to be a lot simpler than I thought it would be and I was grateful for that. No one disappeared and we were both coming back from Mount Ebott, yay!

Just as Frisk was about to answer, a small crack spread in the ground beneath them.

Ignoring the mini heart attack going on inside me, I tried to keep a calm expression and slowly made my way to the startled child. It was a small crack and Frisk didn't look heavy. It would hold. Yes of course it would.

The rocky ground shattered.

I jumped to catch Frisk's extended hand and even though I grasped it, it was already too late.

Their weight pulled me down into the void. I had nothing to hold onto and I could have sworn I felt someone push me in.

Knowing my fate, my arms wrapped tightly around the child and I pressed my eyes shut, welcoming the wild echo of the wind in my ears and this new world of spinning darkness.