Fall

This is a story about the descent into the underground. The twist, however, is that this could be either Frisk, Chara or any of the souls. Perhaps this describes all of their journeys.

Darkness. The wind deflected off their ragdoll like body, tumbling through the throes of eternal dark, never to been seen again.

Earlier that day, the child had heard of the legends, and wanted to find out if it was true for themselves. They scaled the mountain with nothing but their clothes and a few items they had chosen for protecting their fragility. But now, thanks to a few snarling, grabbing vines, they had fallen face first into an infinite abyss.

Their life flashed before their eyes, all of the trials and tribulations, the happiness and sorrows, the idiocy and hypocrisy, the illness and recoveries but, most of all, their friends and family. They might never see them again.

Now, with seconds that went by like hours, what seemed like aeons, they came close to their final destination. The subsurface lithosphere, the resting place for everyone to come before them, and everyone to come after them. Death, at the hands of none other than the earth that had given life to them.

They tensed up for the impact, in case of a small chance they might escape unscathed.

With a loud crash, they smacked into the ground. Their lifeless body lied there for a while, as something, possibly benevolent or perhaps malevolent, cut through the shadows as a hot knife through butter would. As their last remnants of consciousness drifted away from them, they saw a shape.

"Hello? Where am I?" They asked, before completely loosing their sense of sentience.

#TAA

#CuratorReview probably not but it's worth a shot, eh?