A few years ago, a kid was walking home from school with their younger sibling. They were living in a town they absolutely hated and they had no friends, but their sibling had many friends. As the two approached their house, the younger one spoke with a soft voice.

"I don't think my friends actually like me," they hung their head as the two slowly approached the house. Yelling could be heard from inside, as per usual. The older kid sighed and shook their head, patting the younger one's back. Dark clouds hung above the both of their heads, a slight drizzle starting to dampen their clothes.

"Of course they like you, you're so nice that even our stepdad likes you." The older sibling removed the bag from their shoulders as they sat down on the sidewalk in front of the large house. As they did so, they removed their sweater and handed it to their sibling.

The child tried to give it back to their only good role model, but the gesture was refused and the sweater was put over their own. With two sweaters on, the kid couldn't possibly be cold, though their sibling would be very chilly. This was normal though, for the older sibling was used to watching out for the younger one, always taking care of them.

A few minutes passed until the yelling from inside the house stopped and the door was opened. "Frisk! Come inside, kiddo. It's cold and wet out there!" The older sibling smiled at the younger one before the younger one ran to the house, still wearing the large blue and purple sweater over their own small one.

Time passed until nigt fell, the older sibling still waiting outside to be called in. The call from their mother never came, and they decided that it would be best if they would just leave. They left their backpack on the front steps as they ran from the large house and to the mountain next to the town they lived in.

As they climbed the mountain, they couldn't help but to think of what could happen to Frisk once they did what they had to. The child continued to climb until they found the spot they were searching for. Near a fallen tree was a very large pit, the pit in the mountain everyone had been talking about. This was the pit near the top if Mt. Ebbott, the mountain that would consume the life of yet another child.

The child sighed and leaned forward, looking to the bottom. There was a large yellow patch, though it looked rather small from where they stood. The child sighed and stepped off the remaining ground, falling down quickly. Before they knew it they were at the bottom, the sound of their body hitting the ground making it to their ears.

This was the beginning of a new story for the child. They would face many trials and find that even after death, there was something in store for them. Something even more amazing that anything they could've imagined.

"Oh, goodness... another fallen child?"