Hometale – Exposition. It was dark. Very, very dark. A spotlight of sunshine shimmers down upon Frisk. Below them was a patch of golden flowers, all fully in bloom. Next to them was their sister – Chara. A gate stood in front of them, a strange triangular symbol decorating its purple pillars. Four pillars surrounded the bed of flowers. They smelled pleasant, like honey or butterscotch. Frisk shifted slightly. They were in immense pain. How far did they even fall? Must've been 1,000 feet... They shifted again. Pain racked their body. Better stay still, for now. Frisk thought. Footsteps came from the direction of the gate. Frisk looked up, apprehensive. Who’s that? They think rapidly, knowing they are in no condition to run or fight. The footsteps stopped and the sound of someone filling a watering can came from the gate. A gardener? Frisk wondered. She shifted again. Although she was still hurt, it wasn’t as much. “h- HELP!” she called, hoping the person would hear her. The rushing water was all they could hear. Chara moved a little beside her. “...HELP!! HELP US!” Frisk yelled. She was not the kind of person who needed help often, but now was not the time for independence. The running water stopped. “Did you hear something, Dad?” a child's voice said, muffled. “Why, I did hear something. Why don’t you go see what it is, Asriel?” a deep, soothing voice told the child. Frisk swore she had heard it somewhere. Chara’s eyes fluttered open. “What- where are we?” they said, and it was clear they too were in pain. “Under the mountain, maybe” Frisk muttered. Chara just groaned quietly. Soft footsteps echoed from the gate. “Hello? Is someone there?” The child’s voice said. They appeared at the gate. The boy was short and wore a green and yellow striped sweater. They had dark pants and no shoes. They resembled a goat, with long floppy ears, two small budding horns, and a smiling face. “Oh!” They muttered softly. They were no longer smiling. “Are you hurt?” they said, a bit louder, moving forward and kneeling down next to Frisk. Chara looked up at them. “I think a rock, or something- punched out my left eye on the way down-” Asriel looked at Chara, sadness filling his eyes. “Oh- there’s nothing I can do about that... we can make the bleeding stop, but you’ll have to wear an eyepatch.” Chara looked grumpy despite the dried blood all over they’re face. “What’s are your names?” Asriel said, offering a hand like a mitten to help them up. “My name is frisk...” Frisk said. “Chara.” Chara muttered. Frisk took their hand and tried to stand up. They almost fell, but Asriel managed to keep them standing. “DAD! Two humans fell!” He yelled anxiously. His father ran into the room, footsteps dismaying the flowers around his feet. “Oh my...” He said, helping Chara up. She stood rather easily – her eye was the problem. They moved forward. The next room was full of blooming plants of all kinds – vegetables and flowers, fruits and grains. They moved past it, talking quietly. “My sons name is Asriel, and my name is Asgore.” Asgore said. He was big and wore a flowery Hawaiian shirt and gray pants. He too was barefoot. “Hello, Asgore.” Frisk said, looking up at him. Chara remained silent, blood still pouring from their left eye. “I think I've gone semi blind.” Chara muttered. “Maybe.” Asgore muttered. His footsteps were strong yet soft. They arrived at a house that smelled like pie and snails. “Here we are, your new home.” Asgore said. “Do they have medicine and an eyepatch?” Chara said. “Cuz’ I’ll probably pass out in a few-” Chara fell to the ground. “No!” Frisk yelled. They kneeled to the ground. “Wake up...!” They said. Chara just stayed. There. “We- we should get her inside!” Asriel said, trying to pull Chara into the house. It was useless, as Chara was 3 times his size. Frisk opened the door and rushed her inside. Asgore stumbled forth stuttering. In the living room, a goat lady that looked similar to Asgore was reading a green leather bound book with a cartoon of a snail on it. “Dear, what have you brought into our home?” The lady inquired, looking over her book. “Mom! Two humans fell – they’re badly injured or something- the other passed out right in front of our house!” Asriel said. The lady’s eyes widened. They got up and looked at the two human children. Frisk was desperately trying to shake Chara awake. “Oh!” she muttered. “Excuse me, my child, but your sister needs help!” And the lady picked up the still asleep Chara and walked her over to the next room. Frisk stood in a pool of the blood from Chara's eyeballs – or eye, she supposed, mortified. “You probably need rest too.” Asgore said. Frisk quietly moved into a different room.
* cuz i have artists;' block.
