Frisk took a hike to Mt. Ebott, tripped on a vine, and tumbled away. In the underground, everyone never knew about each other's preferences, disfavors, and personality. Everyone was distanced with each and every monster. No mater how affiliated they are. They do not discourse to each other because they are not amiable for each other. But, Frisk decided to embolden them. Since they weren't congenial for one another, Frisk was having a bad time. Every single time they try, it becomes worse. But their determination never ceased to attempt. Every time they reset, Frisk was trying distinguishable ways. Those ways... never succeeded. They tried their best to retrieve the lost felicity of the underground. But slowly, Frisk's determination is slipping away from their soul. When that happens, their hopeless. Or are they?
Plot belongs to me, so are the drawings, the AU, the fashion style, and other stuff you can see in this story. This is one of my first stories I made so, it might be bad. Though I'm pretty determined to finalize this "amazing" story. I hope you enjoy. Also, don't question why I'm using big words. I heard if you use big words, your story becomes better than ever. Look, I'm being honest, okay?(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs