Bitter Determination ♥︎

Chapter One

// starting a new book. smart, right?

A bleak sunrise revealed daybreak shining over the horizon.
From Mt. Ebott, the sight was beautiful, especially for the dark skinned boy witnessing it.

Frisk, his name had been, had looked out at the pale yellow sun, his sweater (which had been in horrid quality at the time) blew in the slight breeze. His ash brown hair had done the same.
He continued to move, heading to the opening of the cave, with his town in the distance behind him.

He overlooked the world one last time.
A world where he won't be missed, and a world where his kindness got him no where.
Frisk sighed, before walking inside of the cave mouth, and wandering inside.
The year had been 2024. Rumors of disappearing children over the years had lead him here, out of curiosity, and out of the hope of disappearing with them.
Wherever they had gone had been good enough to not want to go back.
The first case had happened some time in 2010-2017.
A girl, hardly over the age of 8, had been reported missing by her father, known for his alcoholism.
From then on, it had been similar cases.
Hopeful children from abusive families disappear, and never return.

Surprisingly, the first one had returned.
They returned slightly older, in better clothes,
But they returned dead, carried by a creature no one dared explain, as if untold horrors. They attacked the creature, until it disappeared.
Everyone thought it was folklore
Everyone who saw it was declared insane, as no damage was left by the creature.
Nothing but blood.

It was a story he had been told, as a ghost story at the time.
He, now, wandered deeper into the cave, until he found a large hole, one that fell into untold darkness.
Unseen hell.

The tall boy looked over it,
He got it. He finally understood.
This is where they all went. They jumped, down into the hell, and died.

The folklore had been fake. All the children just died.
Was Frisk willing? Was he really willing enough to end his own life, right here, and right now.

Without hesitation, he jumped, closing his eyes in anticipation for suffocating pain.
Suddenly, he felt himself hit a patch of flowers. It hurt, nonetheless, but he was on flowers.

A girl found themselves to be awaken, and had glanced around in utter panic.
Frisk caught a glimpse of her, the scrawny girl before she pulled herself to her feet and stumbled into the shadows.
He could only see the gleam of crimson-scarlet eyes observing him, like a nervous cat.

Frisk sat up, and pulled himself to his feet on weak legs. He brushed flower debris off of his knees, and called into the room, as the girl had been hugging the wall and walking in the only spots that were untouched by light.
"Hello?" He asked.

A moment passed,
"What am I doing here?" The girl wondered aloud.
"What have you done to me. Why am I here?" She asked harshly. Her voice was cold. Feminine, but cold.

Frisk frowned,
"I do not know. It does seem that you were here before me, so I would know less than you would. Who are you?" He asked.

The girl frowned. Most of her fear had disappeared, and was replaced by an expression of pure monotone  and secluded emotion.
"Chara. Chara Dreemurr. You must have fallen." She mused.
Chara had been confused. More confused than anything. Last thing they remember is what felt like an endless dream, in which they could never wake up.
And before then, the last thing they saw was /her/, while she felt her own body splitting apart at the rims, and hearing the distressed sobs of her brother.

Chara frowned,
They had died, and they were now in the ruins.
Overlooking a flower patch that never existed in her time.

Frisk nodded, "I did." He said.
To him, the girl looked quite odd.
Scarlet eyes, he didn't even think that was possible.
Her sweater vest, and odd locket.
Brown shorts, long black socks, boots, bandages, inhumanly pale skin, dark undereyes, and frizzy, unkept chestnut hair,
She had a harsh gaze, and a very slight accent he couldn't place.
Overall, the girl was frightening and short.

Chara laughed, it had been rather funny.
This boy 'fell' down.
"Why?" She asked airily.
"Why would you fall down such a terrible place?" She wondered.

Frisk said nothing,
"Where am I?" He asked, changing the subject.

Chara frowned, exhaling sharply.
This kid was no fun.
Actually, he seemed older than her.

Chara held out a hand, in which he took. Chara pulled him up and gave him a pat on the back,
"I'll tell you, if you answer a few questions for me." Chara said.

Frisk sighed, exasperated.
"Sure, my question first." He said.

Chara hummed,
"Once upon a time, two races ruled over the earth. Humans and Monsters,
One day, the humans declared war out on monsters, fueled by greed, and after an unfair fight, the monsters lost the war, and were sealed into the underground.
Humans fall down here time, after time, after time. As you can tell, a few things have slipped my mind. I can tell you for a fact that you are in the Ruins!" Chara explained.

Frisk blinked a few times,
"What? Monsters? That sounds a bit unreasonable, don't you think?" He asked.

Chara grunted,
"Believe what you want. I told the truth. Hold up your side of the deal." She said.
She wasn't going to sugar coat anything. Not with a stranger, a /human/ stranger.

Frisk sighed,
"What's your question, Shortie?" He asked.

Chara narrowed her eyes, but said nothing, other than her question.
"Year. What's the year." She asked

Frisk frowned,
"Is that it? It's 2024, February 6th." He said.

Chara was silent,
"My god. Seven years.." She whispered.

Frisk frowned, and waited for Chara to recover from confusion.
Then, Chara smiled,
"So, kid. What's your name?" She asked.

Frisk frowned,
"Frisk?"

Chara smiled cheerfully,
"Well, Frisk. I can tell we are going to be best friends. I can answer almost any question you have about this place!" She said.
She had either been giving off some sort of facade or she had been genuinely happy.
Truly, it was hard to tell.

Frisk smiled,
"Uh, thanks?" He said.

Chara smiled, "You are very welcome!"

Frisk glanced around,
"Is there an escape? Are we going to die down here?" He asked.

Chara laughed, quietly,
"Well, there's a door right down the hall. You can go there, if you'd like." She said.

Frisk heeded her advice, walking down the hall, and preparing for whatever awaited in the next room.