Twice Fallen [Undertale]

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

The whispers in the recesses of Fray's mind was growing more insistent as the days went by. Chara still controlling both their mind and body, half of each.

Fray dragged them self out of bed with a groan. A strange shifting in Fray's mind notified them that something was off. It was too early in the morning for them to be dealing with this, so it was blatantly ignored. Fray pried an eye open and glanced at the bed across the room.

Empty.

That was enough to jolt Fray wide awake. Frisk was never awake this early in the morning. After quickly donning on street clothes, Fray bolted through the door and tore through the house in search of their sibling. As they entered the kitchen, all Fray found was a bowl of soup on the counter. It was cold. Frisk must have left that. It was Fray's favourite type of breakfast, no matter how illogical that sounds.

"Frisk!" Fray called out frantically, running to the backdoor in case Frisk was just playing in the backyard. Frisk has a little hobby for racing snails. "Frisk!" No one was there, except for the occasional snail and patches of grass covered in dew and morning mist.

Fray's heart and head were both pounding stubbornly and demanding from Fray a rest. But Fray ignored the internal cries of agony and once again focused on finding their younger sibling.

The next stop was town. Yeah, maybe Frisk went playing with the town kids again, thought Fray. Fray wasn't that much a fan for making friends but Frisk surely is. Knowing they would look like a fool for shouting out their sibling's name all over town, Fray tried their best looking over people's heads and shoulders in search of Frisk. Fray made sure to look under carts and in alleys too. If only they knew at least some of Frisk's friends, maybe they would've gotten some help. But alas, they knew none.

Fray was really freaked out of their skull right now. They were getting tired anyway so they found a place on a pavement and settled down. Their stomach growled. Fray moaned. They knew they should have brought the soup or at least drank a little. That would be the whole point of Frisk leaving it there, no?

Fray cried a little. No... Frisk isn't gone..., Fray thought solemnly. They're never gone.... Fray's best bet is to either head back home and poof! Frisk was there all along, or keep searching.

But where else is there to search? At that disappointing thought, Fray felt it was best to go home. They felt they didn't need others to help find Frisk because Fray has severe social anxiety. They could go on for days not talking to anyone unless talked to. Well, except for Frisk. Fray was always there for Frisk. A scrape on the knee? Fray's there. Someone yelled at you? Fray's there. Can't sleep? Fray's there too. Fray loved Frisk very much and Fray knows Frisk loves them too. Frisk was always there to cheer them up. Frisk is the light of Fray's life. And Fray really didn't want to lose them. Ever.

Presently, Fray made sure to do quick checks at the yards of their few neighbours again, in case Frisk was really just playing with friends. Then Fray remembered that all their neighbours were senile old people who conked people over the head if they even so much set a foot on their lawn, and was pretty sure the lady living at the end of the road was a witch, which both Frisk and Fray tried their best to stay away from like they're some disease.

Fray at last reached the comfort of their home and walked over to the kitchen, to where Frisk's bowl of soup laid on the table. But while Fray slowly shuffled over to said table, they noticed something on the floor just below the table. It's a note isn't it? Fray guessed. Frisk was a smart kid. They would leave a note, surely. Fray scrambled over and snatched it up.

Dear big sib Fray-Fray, the note read. Fray didn't really like that nickname but let Frisk call it anyway. Fray calls Frisk, Frisky-Froo sometimes just to get them back. I know this would worry you but I'm old enough to play on my own. I am going to that big mountain at the edge of the village to find some gem my friend Carle told me about. He said it's blue and I wanna find it. So so so so sorry if you get worried. I'll be back soon. From Frisky-Froo.

Like hell you will, Fray absent-mindedly stuffed the note into their pocket and thought about what to do, while feeling anger spiking. Why would Frisk believe in those stupid stories their friends say? Mount Ebott, thought Fray. They knew what goes on in Mount Ebott. Few knew because almost none went to the library in their village anymore, where archives about the wretched mountain were stored.

The barrier between humans and-, Fray suddenly felt a pang at the back of their head. It's like, Fray shouldn't have thought that. Something in their head didn't want them to think that. This happens sometimes, ever since a few weeks ago. Fray didn't know why. And they didn't want to know why either.

Fray finally got them self together and decided they had to at least try to search for Frisk at Mount Ebott, even though looking at the hulking piece of dirt gave them creeps. Fray didn't pack anything with them because they thought this would be just a pickup-and-go mission, but they did drink a bit of the cold soup. Dumping the half-finished bowl into the sink, Fray set out once again, determined to find their younger sibling.

They walked out of town and into the woods just outside. Rays of sunlight were already rising high enough to shine through the leaves of the oak trees. Fray hiked up a small hill at the end of the woods and finally reached the foot of the great Mount Ebott, morning breeze kissing their skin. Fray felt a chill run down their whole body. But what makes this situation even creepier is that a little voice inside their head was whispering sweetly.

Climb up, Fray. Climb up.

The honey dripping from the voice made the temptation irresistible and so Fray slowly made their way up. And besides, Fray had a strong feeling frisky little Frisk would most likely climb up too. Climbing the gigantic mountain was no easy task but after what seemed like half an hour, Fray made it.

They slowly inched their head inwards the volcano-like hole atop the mountain and carefully looked down. Whoa that's deep, thought Fray. Indeed it was deep. Fray had a sudden realization that Frisk would have broken their head while falling down. But that gruesome vision was shoved away when they noticed there was a thick, and probably soft, flower bed at the end of the drop.

Okay, Fray was okay with heights. They've always climbed trees to the highest branch just for fun. God help me, Fray inched slowly inwards, hoping to drop their feet in first to resist cracking open their skull. I'm coming, Frisk.

Too late, the voice in their head suddenly yelled as one of Fray's legs went traitor and swung itself forcefully over the edge, dragging the rest of Fray's whole body along. Fray's hand slipped from the edge, cutting a little when it scraped a rock and Fray let out a horrified scream while free-falling.

They landed almost gracefully onto the bed of flowers. Almost like magic had saved them.