Under the stardew

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     The future was surely looking bright for a small, brown haired woman and her farm.

When she decided to leave her boring, office job in the city and go back to her roots, to the farm her grandfather left in a small town under the great mount Ebbot, named Stardew Valley, she never thought it would flourish so much. In fact, when she first arrived at the place, the home looked very rundown, and the farm itself...well, let's just say it barely looked like one. Overgrown with wild trees and shrubs were the remains of a certain, what used to be greenhouse and the entrance to a small, very strange cavern, all covered in tightly weaved vines, one that she couldn't remember the presence of when she would visit her grandfather as a mere child.

When Mayor Asgore gave her a short visit, to welcome the new villager, even he couldn't help but give the state of things an skeptical eyebrow raise as he scratched at his fluffy, white ear and gave the small lady a cheerful "Howdy!"

Suffice to say, Asgore Dreemurr knew Frisk, or rather, knew her grandfather very well, hence the phrase "I'm truly glad you've decided to come back to this place. Ever since Howard passed, the town's never been the same..."

Despite all the encouraging words and small amounts of money being sent to the little lady as thanks for becoming a part of the community, soon enough, Frisk realized that Mayor Asgore wasn't the best at doing his job. Instead of trying to raise some funds and repair the abandoned community center, listen to what truly troubles the villagers and attempting to fix it, he would rather sit in his cozy mansion and sip golden flower tea, walking around the valley from time to time, just to make sure the townsfolk were doing their jobs and paying the taxes. No wonder the lovely, goat lady Toriel, famous for her amazing cinnamon-butterscotch pies and kind heart, never accepted to be by his ignorant side no matter the efforts.

But young Frisk found a positive side in that matter as well. Known to have simply the kindest and most determined soul, she used this opportunity to get to know the villagers better. Between the restless, tiring attempts to clean out her farm and plant some small crops, making sure to water them every single day and the dangerous explorations in the mines beneath the mountain, in an attempt to gather better supplies and improve her beloved farm, she would sometimes bump into the villagers. And as the curious, little lady she was, Frisk made sure to talk to them all, find out their wants and traits, personalities, their deepest wishes, crawling up into their hearts unwillingly.

Often they would ask themselves, where does she carry all those gifts, or how did she know frozen tears are my favorites, moreover, it must've been quite dangerous to harvest them in the depths of the mountain? But what nobody ever questioned were the amounts of determination that little, fierce lady had and with what immense will and strength she built up her farm, working day and night without a break.

Sometimes, the JojaMart workers would find her passed out at the edge of the mountain river, bringing her home, of course they would fine her 1000 Gold for that "help", what else to expect from a big, heartless corporation? Sometimes she would wake to the sight of of the white, sterile walls of doctor Alphys' clinic and her lizard self fidgeting around with nervousness, trying to scold the little lady for overworking herself while fixing up her glasses on her yellow snout.

There were times she would bump into the very feisty, police woman of the town, the strong, fish lady Undyne, grinning at the woman with her yellow, pointy teeth. Very few knew that secretly, the fish monster was having an adventurer's guilt right underneath the mountain, and Frisk was her best warrior against the strange creatures of the underground. She always respected the little woman for all the work she put in both her farm and the town's community as well as her burning passion for fighting, one she shared with great joy.

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