(Sans x Reader) When Two Souls Meet

Those Who Climb the Mountain... (Prologue)

Your Perspective

Long ago, two races ruled over the 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.

          Frisk's favorite bedtime story is open in your lap, its words so deeply ingrained in you that you hardly have to read them anymore. Usually, they're familiar, comforting. This book, with its well-worn pages and yellow-stained pictures, has been in your family for as long as you can remember. It was read to you when you were little, just as you now read it to Frisk every night. Today, however, your hands are trembling as you turn its pages.

Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return...

          You freeze, those last few words taking on an eerie significance.

          "Those who climb the mountain... never return," you echo numbly. A shiver runs unbidden down your spine, and in a sudden flash of anger, you slam the book shut and shove it haphazardly back into Frisk's bookcase. It was a stupid idea, reading something like that at a time like this.

          It's not real, you reassure yourself as you storm out of Frisk's room. It's not. It's just a stupid fairytale.

          As you walk into your cabin's living room, however, it gets harder and harder to ignore the uneasy feeling gathering in your chest. The room is too large without her here, too quiet. Not even the unending stream of sunlight inundating through the windows can dispel the emptiness... the stillness. You can't stand the stillness.

          You walk over to the grand piano that occupies most of the room, your fingertips easily finding their place on its white ivory keys. When you start playing, it becomes just a little bit easier to ignore the fear that's started to take root in you. You lose yourself in the music, closing your eyes against the emptiness of the room.

          You instinctively start playing Decretum. You tend to play the same songs over and over, so Frisk had started pestering you to add to the collection—this beautiful, yet stirring masterpiece was the result. About halfway through the song, you take a breath to ask Frisk how you sound. The moment you do, however, the shakiness returns to your hands, and your fingers slip on the keys as reality comes crashing back down on you.

          It's been two days. Two days, and she still hasn't come back.

          There's no reason to panic, you tell yourself, trying in vain to calm down. This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

          Indeed, Frisk has been exploring the mountain on which you live since the moment she could walk, and it's not the first time that she's gone too far. You know that your sister is tough for a kid, and that she can handle herself, but... it's never been this long before. You get up from the piano and start to pace around the room, every thought of playing drowned out by the panic that's slowly consuming you.

          One after another, scenarios are playing themselves out in your mind, each one worse than the last. Frisk lost. Frisk injured in the middle of the woods. Frisk kidnapped. Frisk... somehow managing to reach the top of the mountain, and...

          It's just a fairytale, you remind yourself. And the mountaintop is pretty far away.

          Yes... but you don't think it would take her two days to get there. You bite your lip, trying to ignore your instinct to go looking for her. It would cause even more problems if she were to come home and find you missing. As much as it kills you, there's nothing you can do. Not until you're sure that Frisk is in real trouble, and that this isn't just one of her antics.

          You cross into the kitchen. There's a small pile of presents sitting on the table in preparation for Frisk's twelfth birthday. She wouldn't miss her own birthday—she's been excited about it for weeks. You'd decided this morning that this was the point of no return. If she didn't show up by lunch toady, when you had planned to have the party, you'd go looking for her. You stare bitterly at the topmost present, deeply regretting your decision to postpone giving the phone to her.

Author's Note

          I know, prologues suck. And yes, this prologue ended especially awkwardly. But don't worry! It gets much, much better. Trust me. I have--as of the time I'm posting this--over 12,000 people on Quotev that will tell you that. So please, just stick with it, and you might just find a new favorite. :-)

          This story is posted primarily on Quotev, and I decided to put it on Wattpad to see if I could expand my readership. My primary account is also on Quotev. I just want to let you know that, because it means that I won't be monitoring Wattpad as much as Quotev. If anyone ever urgently needs to get in contact with me, you should message me on Quotev. Updates on Wattpad may also take longer, as I'm extremely loyal to my Quotev readership. (Hint: reading the story on Quotev ensures timely updates!)

          The amazing cover image was made by Dweebycake. She's an awesome artist. None of the chapter images are owned by me, because I suck at art. :-D

          If you're curious what Decretum is, you can watch it here (I'm learning to play it. It's hard.): 

         Also, all characters and places belong to Toby Fox. (Love 'ya, Toby!)

          Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! 

--Zana