AUtale (Aka Emmatale)

C-1; Falling

Okay so I decided to do this in a changing point of view. Just thought I'd tell you.

??? POV

I'm falling. My mind had barley memorized that fact before I saw the ground. It was racing towards me too fast. I'm not going to live through this. I thought to myself. Oh well, at least I found out the rumors of Mt. Ebott are true. That was why I had climbed Mt. Ebott in the first place. I had over heard the kids at the orphanage talking about how no one who climbed up ever came down. I had also over heard the caretakers saying there were to many kids here, and that a lot of us would be moved. I wasn't about to relocate with such a big mystery around. Besides, I had already been transferred twice before. To say the least, it wasn't fun.

I stopped reminiscing when the floor beneath me began to come into focus. There were golden flowers scattered across the small opening. The ceiling was high and arched in a dome shape. I could just make out two figures standing among the flowers. One was wearing purple..... and maybe blue? The other looked to be bald, or he had white hair, and wore what looked like a blue hoodie with white fur ringing the hood. I couldn't make out much more. My eyes still hurt. Why did my eyes hurt? I didn't remember hurting them, my memories were blurry. I only really remembered my time packing for the trip up Mt. Ebott. Dressing in a green long sleeve, black pants, my black slip-ons, and my favorite blue hat, I snuck out in the middle of the night. The sky was overcast so I had hiked up the mountain in the dark. When I finally reached the top I found not a summit, but a small cave about ten yards in diameter. That was when the storm hit. I remembered putting down my backpack and taking out a small rope. I had tied it to a thick root and the other end around my waist. I had shuffled down to the middle of the cave, where a small hole was set. The reason for the rope. I couldn't see down to the bottom so I shuffled closer. I was hanging over the edge when I heard thunder rumble. I heard the lightning hit something not to far off from the cave. I scrambled to my backpack. I had a metal lunch box tucked away inside. At this height the lightning would surely go for it next. Before I could get my hands around it a lightning bolt raced down from the sky. It didn't hit me, but it did snap my rope and send me reeling back into the hole. My ears were ringing and I saw spots for a while, but eventually it stopped leaving a dull sting behind.

Oh. I guess I do remember. I was approaching the figures now. They hadn't noticed me yet so I shouted down to them, I didn't want to land on top of them! "GERONIMO!!!"

There was one last flash as everything went dark.

Sans POV

"hey Papyrus! frisk wants to show me something, be right back." I called to my younger brother.

"ALRIGHT SANS. I'LL SEE YOU LATER! I'M COOKING SPAGHETTI, SO.... DON'T BE LATE. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL NOT STAND FOR YOUR SPAGHETTI TO BE COLD! NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus was in the kitchen. I could smell the sauce already. "alright, see you later! heh heh. guess we better pasta-way, right Papyrus??" (I'm honestly no good at puns. Sorry;) "SANS NO!!!" "sans yes!"

* Pfffffft you have to admit it's good. Now come on Sans. I want to show you where I first entered the Underground. It's my anniversary you know!* Frisk is staring at me now. I know it's their three year anniversary for falling in the Underground. I had never asked just how they had gotten to Snowdin. Well guess now is better than never.

Frisk led me out of the house and down the street. The monsters around us were putting up decorations. Christmas was only a week away. Frisk waved to monster kid as he walked by. Kid rolled his head around in a wave. He still didn't have arms. Eventually we passed out of town. The place was quiet. All the monsters that were usually around were back in town. I was beginning to get nervous. Why does the kid want to show me this now? We've never really discussed it before. The one time I had asked whether or not Frisk missed the surface they had just smiled and said *awww don't worry Sans. I wouldn't miss this for the world.* The human had always talked like that. With those weird stars. Frisk said I talked in Bold. Papyrus apparently talked in all caps. Someone called the Writer talked in both italics and bold. Our thoughts are recorded in italics. (Sans stop breaking the fourth wall!) Anyway, we were walking through the woods where we had first met. The branch was still there. Despite everything that branch I had snapped all those years ago was still in the same place. I think it actually froze to the ground.