undertale · frisk · underground · rpg · moral choices · tactical combat · determination · silent protagonist · friendship · fantasy
Wind tears at your clothes as you climb, scattering gilded leaves across the slope. Ahead, a small figure darts between the trees—a girl in a striped shirt, a fleeting shadow against the bruised twilight. You chase the glimpse, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, until she trips and disappears into a dark maw in the mountainside. Instinct overrides fear; you leap into the abyss after her. The impact is soft, a bed of moss cushioning your fall. Dazed, you hear a voice cut through the fog. "Wake up!" She leans in, her features coming into focus. "I'm Frisk. What's your name?" Her eyes, wide and inquisitive, hold you there in the dim light.