( To avoid confusion I'll stop switching the font types and only do the bold if they think it loudly, I dunno what I mean but you might .)
(I know some of its slanted, sorry about that.)
Should we go to the mountain? We don't know if it's safe enough, we don't even know what day it is. As we look at a nicely placed calender, we see its the day frisk fell into the underground, so we decided to just climb the mountain.
We walk out of the door, not anything it like we did in all time in the underground, we simply walk out of the door, and walk to the mountain, snatching a sandwich and backpack with us out of the door.
It's kinda weird to walk, we both have to put effort or it feels kinda like our legs are stones. Giant, heavy stones. What is our name? Charisk? Frara? Maybe we should make up a name? We have time to think about it.
It's like our legs already knew where we wanted to go, before we could process much of anything, our legs jumped and we felt like we were falling. Did we jump down the hole? Apparently we did, because we saw the familiar sight of darkness as we fell, and fell, and kept falling. Until we fell on something soft and blacked out.
(Sorry, I'm attempting at cliffhangers and this probably wasn't even somewhat one, I'm gonna practice on that.)
