Toby fox owns Undertale, not me

Everything was dark. It was like a blanket, suffocating yet oddly comforting. Frisk could hardly see the rocks and bumps ahead of her.

The only light was that of the stars twinkling in the night sky. It was breath-taking, seeing so many at once. Where she was from, it was rare to see a couple through the smog.

The air was cold and clean, refreshing. It felt so good to be away from there, away from those people. The people who doubted her, who forgot she existed. She didn't have to worry about any of that out here at Mount Ebott.

She made her way through the dark mountain, rather clumsily. A few lonely crickets broke the silence.

Legends said those who climb the mountain never return. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Frisk would like here if she could.

A sudden howl made Frisk freeze in her tracks. It was the howl of a wolf, a real wolf. She had only heard wolves in videos. The sound was eerie yet beautiful, reaching into the night sky. It filled Frisk with something she had often been scolded for.

Determination.

She continued on, feeling a swell of pride. No one would tell her she wasn't good enough here. Here she was free, safe, finally-

Her thoughts were cut short by a sudden jerk. Her ankle got caught on a tree branch, and she yelped as she lost balance and tumbled down. She rolled forwards and down, rocks and pebbles scratching her face and legs.

Frisk cried out and scrambled for a hold on something, anything. Frisk wrapped her hand around a stick that was jutting out from the ground. Just as she did, however, she felt the ground disappear from her lower half, and she dangled into the darkness, her heart thumping wildly.

Frisk held onto the stick for dear life, looking back. The hole was huge and swallowing, like the mouth of some sort of demon.

Frisk took a deep breath and tried pulling herself up.

Unfortunately, the stick had other plans.

The stick came out from the ground, betraying her at her most vital moment. Frisk yelled as she felt herself fall down, the darkness eating her up.

The last thing she heard was the howl of the wolf echoing through the night.

~Howlingtale~