Frisk and her younger sister, Chara, walked in the Mount Ebott forest holding hands, looking at the tree's and many different flowers. They both knew of the tales about the mountain, about how everyone who goes up the mountain never returns, but their curiosity was strong. As was the need to escape their home, where they weren't treated the best. They were careful enough, but a loud noise startled them, Frisk worriedly looking while Chara let out a scared whimpery noise, squeezing her older sisters hand. They stayed in place for a while, listening, and hearing what sounded like heavy steps. A twig snapping caused them to jump, and Frisk whipped around and ran, pulling Chara after her. Despite the fact that it was probably nothing, they still ran, Chara stumbling and trying not to trip and fall, worried her older sister might start dragging her. Or pick her up. She disliked both of the options. After a short bit of running, Frisk let out a loud "Gahhh!" As her foot wedged beneath a vine, and Chara peered around her just in time to see the gaping hole, and to hear the sicking snap! of bone. Frisk screamed and began falling, tightly gripping Chara's hand and ending up pulling her in, the two's screams filling the area as the began falling for what seemed forever, Frisks intense pain in her ankle and the horror of the situation making her head swim, and she had to fight the urge to black out. As she looked around, she unknowingly twisted her body, pulling Chara beneath her. She realized this all to late, screaming out her sisters name and trying to twist her back around with no success. They landed on a bed of soft yellow flowers, what would have broken both of their falls and left them mostly okay, if Frisk hadn't landed on Chara. Because of this, they crushed through the flowers onto hard rock, a gruesome Thunk! and crushing noise filling Frisk's ears. She cried out, pulling up as her short brown hair dangled in front of her face, strangely.. Wet. Tucking it behind her ear, she saw her younger sister, covering her mouth in a sharp gasp and tears instantly stinging her eye's. "Ohh no... No this.. This looks.." She paused, looking at the sight, blood coming from Chara's head and a place in her arm were bone punctured skin, Frisk glad that her sister was unconscious due to how... Painful it looked. Frisk moved to pick up her sister, only to feel a sharp pain in her ankle that nearly drew a scream from her throat. The sudden pain cause more tears to flow, as they dripped off of her face, due to the pain and due to the sight of her sister. Gritting her teeth and crawling off her sister, she moved slowly onto her knee's, letting out a sharp gasp that turned into a short scream of shear agony and pain. But Frisk still reached for her sister, carefully pulling her towards herself and hugging Chara to her chest. After a while of crying into her sisters head, she felt a furry hand tap her, and slowly began to freak out. They were in the underground. They were in the place of Monsters. And right in front of her, a monster knelt, reaching out his furry hand as if to help her. Imagine that, the monster trying to help her. It probably was luring her to kill her. So, seeing her ruined boot that was torn from the fall, she reached and picked it up. In a quick movement, she threw the boot at the monster, watching it smack him and hearing him gasp in pain. One of his furry hands shot to his head, and she could easily see the red staining his white fur. She watched as he rose and ran off, sure to grab more monsters, as Frisk fought to keep consciousness. She needed to stay awake, to fight off the other monsters. But, despite her best efforts, the pain of her ankle and her increasing panic for her sister and for the situation was too much, her head swimming while it all faded away to black...

Asriel sat as his mother worriedly looked him over, patching up the cut in his head. He still couldn't believe the human had done that! It was simply a dull throb now, but it still hurt. The smaller human was the only thing on his mind, though. She looked so badly hurt, and the bigger one was crying over her. That broke his heart when he saw it, but he could see the reasoning of the larger one freaking out and throwing something at him. Monsters were known as bad to humans. But he still wanted to help them, they wouldn't last long stuck there. So, waiting until his mother finished patching him up, he went to his room to changed into an old yellow and green striped shirt of his that didn't have blood stains, throwing the stained blue shirt away and thinking for a moment before calling out. "Mom! Dad! Come here please, I need your help!" He watched as his parents rushed into his room, where he smiled at them, speaking before they could. "C'mon, c'mon, follow me! Follow me!" He ran past them, his long white ears flopping behind him, and he heard his parents running after him, calling for him to slow down or stop and tell them why he was running. After a while, Asriel stopped, looking at the site. It broke his hear even more. The larger one, presumably the older one, has blacked out while pulling the younger one into a protective embrace. They both have splotches of blood of their clothes, and the yellow flowers were to. He waited for his parents, and when they arrived, he could hear their shocked gasps as his mother rushed forward. Her voice was motherly and worried when she spoke, placing one of her large furry hands onto one of their heads. "Gorey, Asriel, come over here. Each of you pick up one of them, and be very careful. The two of them are badly hurt, they need help right away." Asgore was hesitant, looking worriedly at the two of them and watching as his son went and carefully picked up the older of the two. After a slight moment, he went and picked up the younger of them, looking at Toriel as she rose, following Asriel back to their home, before following her. Toriel went and looked over the two as they all walked home, worry increasing on her face as she quietly ushered them to go faster, but warning them to be careful as well. Toriel was already planning out what she would need to patch them up, looking at how the older one's ankle hung awkwardly. Other than that, the older one looked fine, just with some scratches. But the younger one looked as if they had taken the worse of the fall, with the bloody jagged bone protruding from her arm and many other injuries. She would work on the younger one first, seeing that even though they were breathing, it wasn't very strong. With the help of her son's healing magic, however, she would live. Toriel would make sure of that.