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Mt. Ebbot, the Place where Frisk vanished. The place was considered to be a dissapearing place for most children who go in there, and not a single child has left if they went missing. Robin, being the responsible teenager who heard that Frisk went up to that mountain, wasted no time, going up there almost immediately.
Walking up to the mountain, he saw how truly massive it was. You could play hide and seek in it, and never be found again. Which is probably what happened to Frisk. Being equipped with nothing but some food and a first aid kit, Robin started to climb up the mountain. "Frisk, please tell me your safe."
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Robin walks around the middle of the mountain, taking in the view. he was obiously over 1000 feet above where he started, and he sat down, talking a moment to relax, even though he should not be doing that. The mountain had animals, a few springs, and surprisingly enough, a rock balancing on a platform a little too small for it's own good. It's so surreal, you can't help but chuckle at what this mountain has to offer. It's so... peaceful.
Ignoring the (gorgeous) scenery, Robin continues on, only to find a conspicuous hole. Looking at it, it seems pretty deep. Unfortunately, some of the rock breaks, and Robin loses his balance, and falls into the abyss. "AHHHHH!" he screams as he falls. And falls. And.... play go- falls.
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Flowers. Robin felt something... flowers. He was laying on a bad of flowers, who knows what kind they where on, they where just lucky they had flowers to break thier fall. A dull throbbing in the right arm made him get up. The right arm was badly bused. Nothing else hurt at the moment, so Robin just pulled out a bandage and went with it. He put the bandage on himself, and started walking into the unknown.
Nothing out of the ordinary in this room, or the barely lit room in front of you. It was... an actual cave, instead of a house where werewolves lived. Walking into the next room, you saw a single, oak tree, with a small frog witha cloak on. Am i dreaming, or is that frog trying to re-enact star wars? That was not what attracted his attention... it was the blood leaking from the frog's side. This animal was injured. Robin could not let this little guy die, because he thought it fell down the hole, and may be someone's pet. Or... something.
"H-hey little guy, are you okay? Wait, no, thats not right. Are you in need of assistance?"
"Ribbit; Yes I am, human." Did that frog just... talk? He had to have been hearing things. Had to be.
"uh.... did you just say, don't hurt me?" the curiousity in his voice was very, very apperant.
"Ribbit; Yes, are you hard of hearing? You look quite young." Welp. I'm hallucinating, aren't i? Might as well go with it, why not?
"I'm sorry Frog, but i'm looking for someone. I can give you this though." You pull out a loaf of bread, and pull some of it off. "Here, have this. I'm sorry i can't offer more, but i need it for something else." The frog reluctantly takes it, and looks it over, cautiously. It then takes a small bite of it. The frog seemed to like it, and is nibbling on it.
"Ribbit; Thank you human, for being nice to a monster." Monster? "Ribbit; Yes, monster. This cave is full of strange creatures, harmless. Until recently, when most of them fell down." Robin looked at the frog, blood running cold. Something was here, and... made most of the monsters... fall down? Does that mean that they where killed by this monster?
"Uhh, i'm just heading through, thank you for the information. Peaceful monsters, and most of them fell down. I'll keep a mental note of it." If this isn't a hallucination, that's valuable info. Robin took a long breath, then left the small Frog to his piece of bread, heading inwards into the unknown.