Prologue: 1

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I glanced around the strange environment, noting the golden glow coming from the many windows. I noticed the red splattered on the knife I was holding. Emphasis on was. The knife clattered to the ground, the sound echoing throughout the hall. "I'm going to Grillby's, Papyrus, do you want anything?" I looked up and stared at the skeleton in front of me, blood on his otherwise pure white shirt. The blood seeping from his gash as he faded into dust. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. "Y/n...y/n...Y/N...Y/N!!!" I lunged forward, tears brimming, threatening to pour out. Frisk had shaken me awake. The year was 201X. Monsters were apparently underground, but I didn't believe in them anyways. My sister was standing above me, studying my face. 

"Come on Y/n, get up ya lazybones!" (Whoa did Frisk become Paps for a second there?) Frisk stood with her hands on her hips and a scowling expression on her face. "You know that I wanted to go hiking today and you've been sleeping forever!" Frisk and I lived in a sort of abandoned shed in the forest. I had a job of course, to keep Frisk I'm school. But today was the weekend, which means Frisk wants to do as much 'fun' stuff she can until school starts again. She's only thirteen, too. I got up, brushing myself off, sleeping on a dusty mattress makes you, well, dusty. "Geez, calm your horses, I'm getting up."

"You better be," Frisk called from outside. Our parents were in a car crash when I was thirteen. I'm seventeen now and we've been running from the orphanage since. Nobody in their right mind wants to go there. I grabbed my backpack, which contained my laptop, my phone, Frisk's phone, some beef jerky, my money, and our two water bottles. basically anything a teenager would want. Frisk ran back in to shout at me to hurry up. "Just wait, let me put my hair in a (ponytail/bun/braid). 

"......That takes you forever, though!"

"Exactly," I smirked Frisk groaned and walked back outside. I, on the other hand, was brushing my (h/l), (h/c) hair into (Ponytail/bun/braid). Frisk practically dragged me out of the 'house' when I finished and thus began our glorious hike. 

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