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My Multiverse Ask Event! #3

“UT sans why do you refuse to fight the human until they are level 19 in genocide route?”

“Because it is the only time it matters. Any other time I don’t have to worry about the world ending. If you were trapped in a world where nothing, almost nothing, you do matters, why do something that doesn’t matter? And I must say, the look on their face when I launched my first attack, and their faces afterwards, were worth it.” Sans said, smiling at the memory of their shocked face.

“Flowey if the human genocides you are aware they won't hesitate to kill you right? ps why not just pop up from the ground in the room with the human souls and take them?”

“I know. But I like watching everyone die, it’s funny as they try to stop an unstoppable threat, how they sacrifice themselves and whatnot. And if the human can beat Sans, Undyne, and slaughter almost every monster of all, why would the souls be able to do anything? Sure I could flee, but I am the Prince of the Underground, I’m going down with my ship.” Flowey said, his face appearing to be a mix of Asriel and his own before morphing back as he chuckled a sinister giggle.

“Frisk so your saying that your next reset will be a genocide if so is it because your possesses by chara or because your a bad person. ps if your possesed by chara during genocide why kill flowey knowing he is asriel? pps do you even make it to the surface after genocide?” “Chara is only there to make me remember my crimes, kill Asgore, and Flowey. And I’m not really a bad person per say, I’m just a kid having fun! And why would I return to the surface? The Underground is more fun. Asriel is dead, Flowey is someone new, and Flowey is pathetic.” Frisk said, smiling. “To all skeletons when you eat food where does it go? do you even have a stomach?” “We only eat magic-based foods so it is instantly absorbed. It just disperses and helps heal and stuff.” Papyrus said, making hand gestures to help explain it. “Error, when are you guys going to start looking for who Error once was? We can help! We know multiple versions of Error and many versions of his backstory to draw reference from. I'd start with G̵͈͇̙͖̰͇̠̥̱͍̅̿͌̀̋̄͛̇̽̒̄̿̄̑̈́̾͊̔̉̄͒̕ȩ̸̛̠̗͓̗̃̈́̏́͆̓̃̅̎͊̾̃̐͐̍̍͘͜n̸̢̢̛̲̬͎̱̘͍͎̗̯̘̭͉̦̓͗̓̓͂̀̈́̀͜͠͝͝ơ̵̢̗̼̳̥̞̱̺̭̠̅̐̐̾̽͋̋͐́̍͊̈́̈́͘͠. Trust me.” “What? We didn’t hear what you said.” Error stated, sipping some hot chocolate. Mini marshmallows danced on the surface. “Well, since you apparently can’t say who to start with, I guess we have no where to start from.” “How about we look at the timelines? Talk to the voices and see how long Error was there and what timelines had separated before and after then.” Horror said and Nightmare shrugged. “Sure.” In the Creator Realm, Maxie, Zack, Beatrice, Jana, and Jack were listening. “We all know it’s Geno right?” Maxie said and they nodded. “How about we drag this out? Make them suffer!” Jack said, and for once, Zack agreed. “It would be funny, just as long as they learn the truth eventually.” Zack said, earning a sadistic grin from Maxie. “Yay! I wonder if we can get some help in leading them astray?” Maxie said, calling over to the group asking the questions. “Wanna help us drag this out?” She asked. “UT sans when are you going to tell papyrus about resets?” “I already know. Though I have asked Sans the same question many many times.” Papyrus said, giving Sans a dirty look. Sans had come back from his sentry station for lunch. “You’d forget! Just because you know doesn’t mean you’ll remember. I’d figured out it was possible while looking through scans and other old work I look through every day. Plus knowledge of the multiverse helps.” Sans said, “I actually did tell you once, but it crushed your spirit. I didn’t want you to lose what made you, you. and I had a support group so I wasn’t handling it alone like I used to.” Sans said, Papyrus sighed in response. “UT sans how do you manage to put 29 hot dogs on a person's head and why not 30 hot dogs?” “Why not 28?” Sans said, and Papyrus groaned. “Ok ok I think we have embarrassed the boys enough, for now.... Dream any stories from your brothers past he would rather his boys not know about?” “YES!” Dream cried out and Nightmare tried to silence his brother, but he was tackled, bound, and gagged on the ground before he could make a sound. Everyone listened to Dream intently. “Nightmare, in the early days of our village’s founding, had a girlfriend.” Dream said, Nightmare thrashed on the ground as everyone gasped “Who?” Cross asked, eyes wide as he heard Chara snicker and make faces at Nightmare. “I don’t remember her, we didn’t really talk all that much, but what I do know is that,” Dream donned the smuggest and most evil smirk as he gave his brother a wicked glance, a twisted smile on his face. “Nightmare, lost his virginity to her.” Dream said and everyone went nuts. “Did he top?” Horror asked, and Killer laughed. “Was she a virgin too?” Dust cried out, looking at his struggling father. “She wasn’t, and I think he bottomed based on what he told me.” Dream said, genuinely puzzled. “So, how old were you?” Error asked, Dream thought about it. “We didn’t know at the time, as far as we’re aware, right now, we’re about 1200 years old, and the village was around for about 1,000 years, but she was about a young adult, maybe 20 or so.” Dream said, looking at his brother for confirmation. Tears were streaming down Nightmare’s face and Dream took pity on his sibling. “There, there, I only have one more to tell.” Dream said, picking up Nightmare and placing him on his lap as he cuddled him. “What’s the story?” Fresh asked, he was mostly silent but he was curious. “Nightmare’s first time drunk.” Dream said, and Nightmare froze as he tried to run away. “Nope.” Dream said, keeping Nightmare in place easily. “One day, I was given a present by someone, I don’t remember who they were. Nightmare girlfriend, Lily was her name, had long passed away by this point. They broke up but remained friends. It was a bottle of whisky, hardcore whisky.” Dream said, “Like Blue’s signature drink spiker.” Dream said and Blue gasped. “I do not spike drinks!” Blue said, huffing. “Sure.” Dream said, rolling his eyes as he continued. “Anyway, I wanted to share the gift with Nightmare, as I always did. I even broke apart, remade and regifted presents I recieved to Nightmare to make him feel better. So we drank the entire thing, Nightmare having most of it.” Dream said, clearly embarrassed. “If we had known, that night would have ended differently.” Dream told them. “Nightmare ended up singing a random song at the top of his lungs at the top of the tree. I was about to pass out most of the time. We never got drunk again, the hangover was bad.” “Ok back to embarrassing the boys, on a scale of 1 to 10 how cute is Error? this is for anyone that wants to weigh in on the Error cuteness scale. Also does he have glasses in this multi-verse and do they up his cuteness? Sorry Error you are my favorite!” “10.” Everyone said they had by this point released Nightmare. “I do have glasses, Nightmare gave them to me soon after they learned how bad my eyesight was, but I began to wear contacts when I started fighting with them.” Error said. “They were bigger and red versions of Harry Potter’s glasses, and they increase his cuteness to a solid twenty-six out of ten.” Cross said, smiling as Error blushed. “Oh I saw someone else mention how we know of many different Errors. I gotta say most of the Errors I have seen have been tortured horribly and are left in a pretty bad state. Are you sure you want to know where you came from? You can't ever go back to what you were before, and I don't want you to get hurt Error.” “I know. But, I want to know my story, I know I can’t go back, I know I have a Papyrus, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, and all. But I never thought about it, and with the revelation that I’m an alternate timeline, I can dive a bit deeper. I know these people, and Killer, Horror, and Dust can help me. They know what it’s like.” Error said, “And I’m not asking to know about what you have put other me’s through, I can infer what you’ve done to them.” Error said, glaring. “Frisk, what do you think about the humans from other AU?s” “AUs? Do you mean, alternate universes? I was involved with many fandoms, so I know the term. Papyrus broke script last time, and Sans was acting odd a few years ago. Interesting. I must thank you, if I’m right, then I might be able to see my own handiwork again.” Frisk said. “Frisk, have you encountered Gaster yet? ps do you even know who Gaster is?” “I know who he is. Though he always disappears before I can say a word to him.” “Stretch, my tall orange jerk. How did you take the news that not only did Ink lie when he said the dark sanses took blue, but Ink was actually the one to take him and do some pretty bad things to our sweet little blueberry? What about when Ink had Dream hurt blue to keep him crashing? And how are taking Blue being more like Error now?” “I was mad, I wanted to kill him with my own hands. I let myself be fooled, and I can’t even blame myself half the time! I was just so powerless. I’m glad he’s dead.” Stretch said, grumbling as he blew out a puff of smoke. “I was ready to dust Dream right then and there, but Blue held me back. And the yellow squirt’s apology was overwhelming. I could barely go a day without a text or in-person apology, and when he finally earned my lack of distrust, we haven’t talked since aside from the occasional ‘hello’. And Blue had it worse.” “It took awhile for me to get used to Blue’s glitching. Sometimes he crashed and rebooted, those were scary and they still are. Error helped Blue and I adjust, helping us figure out Blue’s glitching triggers. Stress being a big one. I’m grateful for his help, though I may not like him.” Stretch said, lighting another cigarette. “And now the most important question ever asked... Who wants to join the Error protection squad? I'll make badges!” “ME!” Blue cried out, eyes glowing big and blue as he smiled. “Don’t forget about us!” Cross said and Error sighed as he buried himself in his outfit as everyone announced how they would join. “It’s ok Error. I’d defend you, but I don’t need a badge.” Dream said and Error smiled, he was glad his family would defend him. He felt safe, and he felt loved. “What is the worst timeline or version of this universe any of you have ever experienced? I mean, this is a multiverse. What are the darkest reaches of it?” “Aside from our own personal trauma, I think it was one of those torture AUs.” Nightmare said, and Cross snapped his fingers, realizing what Nightmare meant. “Yeah, where the people exist only to be beaten and broken, no hope, no dreams, no reason and will to live. There’s also HorrorLustFell.” Cross said and everyone shuddered. “‘Nough said.” Dust announced and everyone nodded. “Frisk you know a genocide is technically impossible because you never kill annoying dog ps what do you think of annoying dog?” “The annoying dog doesn’t count, and I never get to Alphys or the people she evacuated either. And the dog is cute, I want to cuddle them.” Frisk said, their face looking like an innocent child’s instead of a mass murderer.

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UNDERFELL: FILE NAME NOT EDGY ENOUGH part #7

Chapter 7: Trust WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [About another week later] Not much has changed since the door moment. Toriel has become more doting than usual. Feeling guilty over having to result in violence to subdue me before my soul changed. I have tried to explain that I asked for it and was okay with how she handled it, but to no avail. Flowey's concern over the Black Soul is also apparent. He questions me more on how I feel when we train and lessens the training if he thinks I'm being pushed too hard. It annoys me because his worry costs me from gaining more stat points on the usual schedule. At this rate, it'll take another week just to gain the points for a normal one-week session. I ask Chara for advice but he's got about as much as I do, which ain't anything really. I gave it some time before trying to talk to Sans again. That guy can be such an asshole sometimes. But when you get past that part of him, he can be really fun to just chat with. But even he treads lightly around me now. I catch him correcting the things he says every so often. I hate this. Everyone is acting like I'm a ticking time-bomb that can go off at any second. At least Napstablook treats me the same. He doesn't think I'm some porcelain doll that needs to be handled with kid gloves. In fact, I'm not sure what he thinks of me. But whatever it is, it's more normal than what everyone else thinks. "psst...Lynsie...you awake?" I roll over in bed and find Napstablook hovering nearby. This used to scare the crap out of me until I made him promise to speak before trying to wake me. Nothing's creepier than waking up to the feeling you're being watched and finding a ghost's face in your face. Especially when all you can see are those freaky glowing red eyes that stare into your very soul and cast everything else in a soft crimson glow. "*yawn* What's up, Blooky-man?" He settles down beside me, no longer uncomfortable with the idea of laying in bed near me. "s-sorry. hope this isn't a bad time." "Nah, man, you're good. As long as he's still sleeping, we should be fine." I look over at the slumbering flower that's slightly dropped in his pot. "Yeah, we're fine. So what's the dealio my ghost buddy? Ya needed to talk or something?" "*sigh* not really sure. I kinda didn't feel like being alone. know what I mean?" I nod with a smile. "Chill with me as long as you want. You know I like having your company." He blushes faintly but goes unnoticed in the dark. We lay in bed and face the ceiling. Staring at nothing but images in our heads. "this is nice." "Agreed." "it reminds me of an old ghost tradition." "Oh? Do tell." "well...promise not to make fun about it?" "Dude, after all this time we've been buds do ya really have to ask me that?" "heh...I guess that was silly. you're too nice to do that." "So how's this tradition go?" "after a great meal, I like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage..." "Blook-man..." "what?" "That's some very trashy behavior." He looks at me funny and I bite my tongue to keep quiet. "did you really just make pun of me?" "Who? Me? Never. The very idea is rubbish." He glares a bit. Those eyes would shoot daggers if they could, I swear. "Hey, I got an idea. Wanna hear some surface music?" That softens his expression. "you have tunes?" "Nah, man. I got playlists. So many playlists! Organized by genre and mood of course." "...bust that shit out now." I giggle and roll off the bed away from him. He watches me, which is good since he's the light I'm seeing by, as I go to the dresser and search around for my iPod. "*grumbling* Stupid thing...freaking saw it this morning...the fuck does it go missing when nobody touches my shit...wait...wait...Got it!" "sweet!" I prance over victoriously and return to my spot on the bed. "wait...didn't you say that thing was drenched in water?" "Yeah, but I dried it out n some rice. Works fine now. Only bad thing is I don't have the charge cable down here and I limited battery life left." "let me see it." He takes it from me and looks at the plugin part. "I think there might be cords for this at the dump. don't quote me on that though." I'm a bit stunned. "what?" "There's a dump? Underground? With human junk in it?" "you'd be surprised by what ends up down here. I mean...look at you for example." I'm not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. I'll go with a compliment because I like the guy. [You complimented Napstablook.] "I'm glad to down here if it means I get to be with you, Blooky." [Though that might have been just a bit too much for a compliment.] The blush he gets must be pretty big because his face is glowing brightly. [The faint odor of ectoplasm permeates the vicinity.] "Blook-man?" "*flustered* s-s-shut up and put some d-damn music on, you idiot!" "*groans*" "Shhhhh!" We freeze and look at Flowey. He shifts a little bit before settling down again. "Too close, man. Too close." "are you really afraid of waking him? he's just a flower." "Not him...Toriel's room is next door. If so much as one sound can wake him then it's enough to wake her. And what do you think she'll do when she comes charging in to see a dude in bed with her daughter in the middle of the night?" For a moment, the black of Napstablook's coloring pales to being as white as the sheets of the bed. "for the love of asgore...have mercy on me, Lynsie! I beg of you! please, spare me her wrath!" "Shhhhh! Blooky, calm down. Just relax and we'll be okay if we keep our voices down. Alright?" "o-okay...okay...c-can y-you play the music now? i-it'll help calm me down." "Sure, buddy. You don't have to ask me twice." I hand him an earbud, which he puts in, while I tune up the player and scroll through a few things. "Anything you in the mood for?" "not really." "Very well. Random shuffle it is." Hitting the button, a tune starts up and I put the other earbud in so I don't miss out. [My Chemical Romance - The Ghost of You] "♪I never said I'd lie and wait forever. If I died, we'd be together right now. I can't always just forget her. But she could try...At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are never ever...Ever...Get the feeling that you're never. All alone and I remember now. At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. She dies...♫" Huh...I forgot I had this song...Probably would've worked for the one I picked to fall down to. "♪At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me...If I fall...If I fall down...♫" This feeling...There was a reason I made a playlist like this...Heh...I remember now...I wanted to cry. "♪At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Never coming home, never coming home. And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna...♫" I can feel the tears flow down the sides of my face and slope just under my ears. I'm so weak for this. Intentionally making a playlist so that it'll force me to cry. How pathetic. I bet Napstablook thinks I must be a big baby for crying about a song. "*sniffling*" Wait a second...I'm not making that sound. Looking to my side, Napstablook has his eyes shut tight and the glow of his red tears is all I see. "Buddy? You okay? Did I pick a bad song?" His eyes open in fright and next thing I know is he's holding onto me for dear life. "B-Blooky? Hey man, what's wrong?" "*cries* why did you go? you told me you wouldn't leave me behind...you said family sticks together...so why? why did you leave me all alone?!" I flinch. Those words...This sadness...I know this all too well. I don't know who these words are truly for, but I can't forgive that person for making Napstablook feel the way he does now. No one...Not even monsters that try to kill to live...No one should feel this pain! I wrap my arms around the sadden specter and hold him tight to my chest. "*groggy* Wha...? *yawn* What's all the yelling for?" Flowey wakes up but can't see a thing due to Napstablook's face taking cover against me. "Go back to sleep, Flowey." "Huh?" The sound of heavy steps is heard coming up the hall and room's door opens with a simultaneous flicker of the lights. "My child? Is everything...?" Toriel looks at the scene now shown in the light. "I know what this looks like...But please. Not right now, mom. Not right now..." As much as she wants to do something about the boy in her daughter's bed, the ghost's body language and my words tell her this is more a moment of supportive emotional comfort than a thing of private intimacy. "Understood." She turns out the lights. "Rest easy, young ones." She leaves and I can hear her return to her room. I really wish I could say she wouldn't stoop to listening in through the walls, but that would be foolish to think otherwise. "She...She left? She really left? Just like that?" "Flowey...Go back to sleep." "But...I have so many questions..." "*snarls* she said go back to sleep, you annoying weed, or I'll make you sleep...permanently!" "Blooky." "*mumbles* sorry..." "Fine, I'll try to sleep. But no funny stuff." I roll my eyes and rub Napstablook's back. Funny. I should probably ask how I can grasp a ghost on a physical level, but not now. Now is not the time for such fascinating questions. {Hey...uh...You're not really going to do anything gross, are you?} Oh for fuck's sake! Can I not hug a guy in my bed without everyone thinking we're going to do something?! And where did you come from, Chara?! Your timing fucking sucks man! "um...Lynsie?" "Yeah?" "t-thanks. for b-b-being here and...letting me be all...lame like this." "Napstablook...I...There's something I want you to know." "what's that?" For the love of all that's holy, don't anyone judge me for this or have him take it the wrong way. "I want you to know that I'll always be here for you." I press a small kiss to his forehead and his eyes open wide, casting the room in a hellish glow that makes my sweet smile a tad creepy. "I don't know who made you feel this hurt. But I would never dream of doing so to you. I care too much. So you can be here with me for as long as you wish. I'm not going to leave you. I have nowhere to go and no better place to be. No better place than right here, because here is where you are, and thus, I shall remain. Do you understand this, Blooky? Do you see my truth?" He just stares at me, unblinking. "y-you...you can't be real." "Hush, silly boy. I am as real as you. And I meant what I said. I will not leave you. This I promise." "b-b-but..." I rest my head on his and give a little nuzzle. "No buts. I told you, I promise. I take my promises very seriously. So there's no point trying to say no." He grumbles a little before settling down and accepting this. "so...you'd really stay with me if I need you?" "Yep." "does that little promise of yours include my place?" "Depends...You inviting me over?" "heh...what if I am?" "Hmmm...Guess you backed me into a corner on that one." "*scoff* knew it. not even you would..." "I'd just have to get directions. I don't want to get lost along the way." He's shocked and so is Flowey. "Are you freaking serious?! You can't leave the Ruins! The monsters out there will chew you up and spit you out! You're too nice to handle them!" "Flowey...I said...Go back to sleep. *cold* How hard is it to do that one simple thing?" Flowey shivers and hides in his pot. "*sigh* I swear, that boy calls me a shitty listener? Silly little flower." "Lynsie..." I give my attention back to Napstablook. "you...you would really leave the Ruins? for me?" "Is that really so hard to believe?" "b-but what about Toriel?" "If I explain to her the situation I'm fairly confident she'll let me hang out at your place. Provided I take my phone and call her multiple times to let her know I'm okay. You know how she is about my safety." "true. must be nice. having someone care about you like that." "It is. But I'm sure you feel the same way." "huh?" "Because I care about you, spooky Blooky." He blushes and squirms in my hold. "ah...no fair! stop making this so awkward!" "Sorry. But you make it hard not to be so sweet on ya. What with that cute face and adorable behavior." "do you want me to go? because if you keep that up, I'm gone." "Fair enough. I shall stop...for now." "*growls*" "I only do it because I like you. Remember that. I'm only sweet to those I care about...That means you." "w-whatever. *muffled* ...care about you too..." "What was that?" "n-n-nothing! just take your own advice and go to sleep." "Will you stay with me if I do?" "...maybe." "Okay...Sweet dreams, Blook-man." "night, human." He shuts his eyes and I open mine so I can watch him. He's so cute for a silly ghost. I remove the earbuds and shove the iPod under the pillow. "Just to be clear...You really were inviting me out to your house? No joke?" "yes...it's far from here but if you want to come over, you can." "Can I listen to your tunes while I'm there?" "oh my god, sure, whatever. just go to sleep already." "Thank you, Blooky." He growls a little and I hug him closer to calm him. Eventually, sleep does claim us once more. When I finally wake up again it's around noon. Toriel got a little worried that something happened, but her fears end when I prove not to be dead. With a little encouragement, I get Napstablook to stick around long enough to explain our little "sleepover" idea. If this was any other monster, I have the feeling Toriel would set them ablaze where they stand. Likely for Napstablook he has two things going for him. One, he's a ghost and as a ghost, he's already technically dead. And two, he can only be somewhat hurt if attacked with magic. Sure, Toriel's flames are physical. Yet she conjures them by magic. But she doesn't know this or at least doesn't appear to. So Napstablook is able to leave unharmed after the talk. She agrees to think it over. How long, she does not say. Till then, it's life as usual. [Eventually] I get the feeling Toriel is becoming more comfortable with the idea of me venturing out of the Ruins. I figure as much with her subtle hints like the extra clothes that show up in my room, the bagged lunches starting to fill the fridge, and the sudden appearance of a backpack with the Delta Rune on it. I'd have to be pretty slow not to pick up on any of that. Still, I'm amazed she's going this far with it. Maybe it's because of all the hard work I've been doing. Maybe it's because she noticed my stats finally increase again to an impressive HP 36, ATK 21, and DEF 14. Or maybe it's because I haven't been bugging her about like some snot-nosed brat would. It goes to show that if you want someone to take you seriously, you show that you're are a responsible adult that is not a nagging whining asshole. Still, I don't know how much longer she intends to prepare before announcing the okay. It could be ages, or whenever the fridge can't take anymore bagged lunches. I end up finding out sooner or later. Because one day, I wake up to a note slid under my door. {What's it say?} "My child, this is a day that I would be lying to say I was not dreading. You have done well to show me that you are strong, both in power and heart. Surely, you have noticed the items I have been leaving in your room. Take the bag and gather only that what you need. Meet me at the door when you are ready." {Creepy.} "Why is it...Wait...No, you're right. This is creepy. Like, sending a lamb into a wolf den level of foreboding." {Flowey's not here either.} "What? *sigh* I swear those two scheme together sometimes. What do you think the odds are he's with her and she'll pawn him on us as a spy?" {Very likely. About as likely as you hugging Napstablook.} "Hehe...Damn that percentage is huge!" {What are you gonna pack?} "Some extra clothes, the phone, the iPod, and a bunch of those bags in the fridge. You know. The must haves." {What about the knife?} I flinch at that. {The monsters out there are all high LV leveled. And unlike mom, they WILL attempt to kill you in a fight. As much as I share your 'do not kill' mentality, you will need something to defend yourself. And that toy is the closest thing to a defensive tool that you have.} "...I know. It was handy in the fight with Toriel as I could deflect her shots. But if I...If the Black Soul triggers...I don't want to end up hurting anyone." {I know that. But that's why I'll help you.} "You didn't help me last time. Toriel had to choke me out. Where were you during all that anyway?" {I told you before. It takes a lot of energy to manifest. The longer you store your magic, the more often I can come out. And you tend to have the most energy for me to use after a few days.} "You're using my energy?" {Well...Yeah. I am sort of attached to you.} "Why?" {You landed on my grave when you fell.} "...That doesn't answer anything!" {How the hell would I know? It's not like I got a manual on how this works when I died.} "Fair enough. *huff* Probably should make this quick. Who knows how long she's been waiting." So I do just that. I get dressed, gather up my junk into the backpack, and when all is ready I head downstairs to the basement. Low and behold, her note wasn't kidding. She is down here and waiting at the exit door. Her face holding back other emotions that she'd rather be showing than the eerie unsettled calm she has. She holds Flowey in his pot like doing so is what is keeping her so relaxed. I'd hate to see how she'll be once we leave. "I have been expecting you, my child." "I was beginning to think you'd never be ready for this, Nanny." "Are you sure you really want to do this? No one is making you do anything you don't want to." "I know, and I understand. But at this point, I'm just curious. Plus I made a promise to Blooky, and I don't like to break those." "You mean that ghost friend of yours?" "Yep. You have nothing to worry about from him. He's a sweetheart that doesn't like to show it." "Be that as it may, I have taken the liberty to err on the side of caution." "Oh?" "I have asked Sans to look out for you while you explore. Best that someone keeps you out of Asgore's sight." "I agree with you there. But I intend to not draw attention to myself." "Oh yeah? How are you going to do that, fool? You're the only human in the entire Underground! You'll stick out like a headless horseman at a barbershop!" "Easy. I'll use my kickass ninja skills to blend in with the shadows and avoid detection." Chara snickers while Flowey groans. "Honestly though...I'm gonna avoid as many monsters as I can. Probably reach the closest community, find a place to rest, then come back home the next day if I can't make it to Napstablook's place before bedtime. You know? Take baby steps and not stray too far." "Very clever, child. It sounds like you've done this before." "Not really. Play enough video games and certain scenarios really sick in your head so you end up knowing what to do without ever knowing that you do. But if it'll help assure you of my safety, I promise to call. Once in the evening and again in the morning. Sound fair to you, mom?" She smiles weakly. "That is most fair, my child. Did you take any of the lunches I made for you?" "I took a good number of them. Still got plenty of room in the pack if that's what ya mean." "Good girl." She steps behind me and places Flowey in the pack before closing it over him, leaving enough room for him to peek out of. "You will be taking the flower with you." "I figured as much." "He will assist you. No one would suspect a flower for a bodyguard." "...I don't know whether to be insulted or applaud that idea for its brilliance." {Clap. It'll make her feel good.} I go with clapping and her smile feels truer. I turn to face her as she takes me into her arms. "I will miss you, Lynsie." I feel bad for leaving. Nothing goes right for her when someone leaves. But I will come back. I have to. I put my arms around her and hug my goat mom tight. "I'll miss you too, mother. But I'm not leaving forever. I promise you, I will come home. I'll be back by tomorrow. Maybe even later today if need be." We let go and she takes a few steps away to leave. "Be safe, my child. And take care." I smile and give her a thumbs up. "I will, Nanny. I promise." She gives me a small smile before taking her leave, not wanting to see me actually leave her sight, and now I face this ominous door alone. So this is it? The final frontier so to speak. What mysterious wonders await me just beyond these stone doors? Truth be told, I am a bit nervous about this. But I can't let that stop me. Not now. Not when I've made it this far. "You ready for this?" {Ready.} "Ready as I'll ever be." Flowey pops out and perches himself on my shoulder. "Okay...Here goes nothing." I open the door as best I can and squeeze myself out to the other side. Once on the other side, the door shuts again tight. No going back now. Instantly I'm hit by the difference in temperature. It's freezing cold, but that's due to there being snow. Wait a second...How is there snow underground? I guess magic but that seems too simple. Either way, I can sum up this new place up in a simple statement. "Holy fuck, it's cold!" [In Hotland, Laboratory] This was home to Alphys, a slightly corpulent reptile-monster that appears smaller than she really is due to slouching. She has yellow skin/scales, wears spiral shaped glasses, a red and black striped sweater with a matching black skirt, and topped off with a classic white lab coat with a few frayed ends. Truly a geeky looking but really mad scientist type of monster. Today Alphys was going over security camera footage, a task she does daily as Royal Scientist, the previous Royal Scientist had mounted 8 cameras to watch out for humans, blackmail, and other happenings around the Underground. A camera behind the waterfall, a camera hidden in the trees in Snowdin, a camera underneath the bridge, a camera hidden inside another tree, a camera hidden inside this lump of snow, two cameras behind the sentry stations, and a camera hidden in the bushes by the door to the Ruins. It had been many years since a human has shown up on these cameras. At this point, they were used to spy on others. Blackmail really keeps people in line when the information is juicy enough. Just checking that all is running smoothly in the Underground...well, as okay as the Underground can really get at this point what with all the random murder. Though still not as entertaining as Mew-Mew Kissy Cutie anime, that's for sure. Mettaton should be finished shooting his cooking show by now. The breaks between his recordings were used to perform system checks and upgrades. Though as of late that time has been used to refine the new body he requested. It was just lucky for her that the former ghost agreed to the design she made. It's based on one of her favorite manga characters and it seemed to suit the former ghost's personality. Sipping on her cup of ramen noodles, nothing appeared to be out of the norm. Undyne was doing her rounds in Waterfall, the skeleton brothers were at their posts in Snowdin's forest, same old thing, day after day. Hell, at this point, she might as well get a kick out of watching that Ice Wolf hurl blocks of ice into the river. Why? Because a naked strongman can get anyone's motor going under the right reasons. She was just about to dial the Snowdin cameras on when suddenly, something that's normally still as stone starts moving. "What the...?" The sealed doors to the Ruins were moving ever so slightly. She focused the screen to zero in solely on this camera's feed and enhanced the zoom. A hand emerged, gripping the door to push it further for space. It didn't move much, forcing the hand's owner to squeeze through the space like rat going under a door crack. In time, out pops a female form. And that of a human no less. Wait...A human?! "*spit-take* A human?! Finally! It's been too fucking long! Wait...is that...an adult? Huh? That's odd." The human took a moment to breathe before noticing the Ruin's door shut themselves. Suddenly their expression changes. Not of fear. But of realization, as they take hold of their surroundings. "Holy fuck, it's cold!" The draconian scientist couldn't help but laugh at this. "Sucks to be you, human." Sure, Alphys could feel sympathy for the human there, as she herself couldn't stand the cold. But the human's reaction was something straight out of one of those sissy animes she hates. "ALPHYS DARLING..." Mettaton had finished taping early, there was just so much posing and glamour an omelet recipe required before it just gets annoyingly tacky. "IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" The thing about Alphys is this, is has extremely severe anxiety. She is constantly nervous, despite taking more than enough medication. However, pumping herself full of anti-depressants has made the doctor rather sociopathic and apathetic. Her moral compass has also been skewed beyond repair by her world's values, and the terrible experiments she's had to do. She has no sense of ethics, and is often outright abusive to her living test subjects, not caring whether they live or die. She also has a huge lying problem and is very manipulative, which is how she gets her so-called "patients". "Ah, Mettaton. I take it you've finished that pitiful excuse for a cooking show." "NO NEED TO BE SO HARSH, DEAR. NO ONE'S MAKING YOU WATCH." To be fair, Mettaton would carry more authority if he was scary looking. The robot appears as a dark-gray almost black largely rectangular box with cracks across his body and screen. The screen itself typically has a red "X" showing on the grid, but when able to, the lights of the grid can change color depending on his various actions. He has four dials along the bottom-front of his body, and he has a single leg which ends in a wheel. His most distinguishing feature is that he has two pairs of segmented robotic arms that end in gloved hands. His upper arm gloves are red and yellow gloves on his lower arms. Not to mention his voice was like digital silk that always held a flirtatious tone...yeah, not scary. "OH, MY. DO TELL, WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?" "Huh? Oh, this...It's the video feed from outside the Ruins." "AND THAT FEMALE...IS THAT A HUMAN?" "That would be correct. It's been a long time since one fell. Provided nothing happens to shatter her soul before capture, that human is the last piece need to destroy the barrier." "HMMM..." While at first glance, it would appear this hunk of metal has advanced AI programming, but that is not the case. Mettaton is a robot with a soul. He was once a ghost but left his old life behind him to be a TV star with the help of Alphys. Unfortunately, when he became a TV star and got his new body, it came with a consequence. He is now an abused slave for Alphys. He is forced to do her bidding and if he doesn't do so, Alphys will respond with emotional or physical abuse. Mettaton could be considered a sympathetic character, only he is more tragic since the monsters of the Underground hate him, his show, and is always forced to work for Alphys. Not many get to know him when off camera, but his personality is said to be a mix of dry humor and melancholy retorts. He believes himself to be incredibly ugly but still holds the dream of becoming a beloved superstar one day. Though with his show being described as boring, annoying, and hateful, his chances of fame are low. So when something interesting showed up, he was normally the first to suggest using it on the show to boost ratings. And this sudden human was no exception. The moment she was caught his vision sensors there was no escape. "HOW INTERESTING. ALPHYS DEAR...MAYBE IT WOULDN'T HURT TO HAVE HER APPEAR ON THE SHOW." "Say what?" "THINK FOR A MOMENT. WE CAN EASILY KILL AT ANY POINT. BUT WHY WASTE SUCH A RARE OPPORTUNITY? THINK OF THE RATINGS! NO WAY IN HELL WOULD THE MONSTERS OF THE UNDERGROUND WILL SEND ME MORE HATE MAIL WHEN I DRAG THE HUMAN THROUGH A GUANLET OF THE MOST GRUELING AND PUNISHING TASKS. ALL OF WHICH WOULD LEAD UP TO THE CLIMACTIC BATTLE WITH YOURS TRUELY. OOOH. I CAN SEE IT NOW. THE ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES! IT'S SO EXCITING!" "Stop! Stop! Don't say another word, you scrap heap. First off, you make the schedule and script, then I'll approve it if it's good. And second, she has to survive making it to Snowdin. Otherwise, you'll be having fun with a lifeless corpse." "OH, I HAVE FEELING SHE'LL MAKE IT. THAT'S CLEARLY THE FACE OF A STRONG WILLED HUMAN IF EVER I SAW ONE." "You've never seen a human till now, you idiot." "DO YOUR ANIMES NOT COUNT?" "...Just shut up and watch. Otherwise, leave." The unusually chipper robot perplexed the scientist. But then both of their attentions were back on the monitor screen, the human was conversing with what appeared to be a flower coming from her back. Damn these cameras and their lack of audio! Either way, things were going to get interesting real soon. [Outside the Ruins] I look around and am amazed by what I see. Not only is there snow, there are tall thin black trees and thick bushes. It's like whatever magic that is down here is trying to make it as close to the surface world that it can get. Honestly, it's incredible. I'd be more in awe if it weren't still cold. I'm not a fan of the cold. Unless it's foods, like ice cream, that's always awesome. "Thank god for long sleeves." "What about your legs? Your pants are pretty torn up." "It's fine. Not as bad as if it were the arms. Just gotta try not to use too much energy. Should be easy enough." "Why does it feel like you just jinxed us?" "Don't be so negative. Positives will keep us going." "You are so corny it's almost painful." "Chill out, flower-boy. If you can't stand my vibes, that's snow problem." "Argh! No! No puns! Don't even start!" "Whatever." I start walking away from the door. My steps crunching in the snow loudly under my boots. {You are oddly prepared for this.} "Go figure." {Just don't let your guard down. I don't like the looks of this place.} "Yeah...One could catch their death out here." "Oh my god! Don't pun to Chara." I snicker for a bit till I come across a large tree branch that looks way too out of place to have just fallen from above. "Why'd you stop?" "This." [It's a tough-looking branch.] "Tough huh? Pick it up. Maybe you can use it." "Use it? For what? It's a branch." "You can use it as a defensive thing, you know? Block attacks." "I'm not wandering around with that thing." [It's too heavy to pick up.] "Huh...Guess that settles that then. Man, I thought you humans were strong." "Like hell it is!" "W-What are you doing?" "Proving I'm not limited by some stupid remark some magic box says." Grabbing each end, I lift the damn thing about me. "Suck it, dumb magic box! I defy your bullshit." "Great. You made a point. Can we go now?" "Sure, no biggie." I let the branch drop behind me and Flowey looks at me funny. "But...You..." "I don't want it. I'm not taking it. I don't need it." "But..." "*growl*" "*sigh* Fine. I won't bring it up again." I smile and continue on. Though I don't go very far before I pause. Something doesn't feel quite right. [CRUNCH] Looking back quickly, the tough-looking branch has now been broken. [It's been smashed like it was nothing...] "What the hell?" "W-What did that?" {I don't think we should stay to find out.} I turn on my heel and away from the ominously splintered wood. "I told you that you should've picked it up." "Yeah, and I'd carry a log around like a jackass." "I'm not saying you had to use it. You could've used it to make yourself look scary and make other people run away." "Like a girl with a big stick is gonna frighten anyone." "It was worth a shot." {You could've humored him.} "No." {Please? The next idea he has, at least say you'll think about it.} "...Okay." {Thank you!} "Don't mention it." I slow my pace down to a near pause at the return of that uneasy feeling that happened before. I'm being followed, stalked really, like a deer in the sights of a wolf. I can sense it. A figure lurks behind me. "Lynsie...?" "*quiet* I know. Keep calm and don't act like a crazy scared baby." "But they...What the? They're gone?" I turn my head and he's right. There are not even any footprints in the snow that aren't mine. "...Fuck this shit, I'm out!" I make a run for it. No way am I dealing with this bullshit. My run doesn't go as far as I wanted. I have to come to a stop at the sudden pit with the tiny gated bridge blocking my path. The bridge looks sturdy enough to cross for something made of wood over a pit into god knows where. The gate, however, is another matter. It's made with the same trees that populate this area and, much like the forest itself, the "bars" are placed so close together that getting through is a low possibility. Granted, I might be able to squeeze between the bars, but it's gonna be a tight and aggravating pain in my ass. Suddenly, I hear it. The snow is crunching. The footsteps are approaching slowly. "Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!" Flowey retreats into the backpack and I scramble to think of something. But I got nothing. No options appear to be available to me at this moment. I have no choice. I need to improvise and feel this out on instinct. The sound has stopped maybe a foot or two behind me. I can feel it breathing behind me. Just how fast is this monster to have gotten here so quickly? "Human." Relax Lynsie. Don't mess this up. Do your training. Sense for any form of danger and then panic. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" Wait a second...I know that voice. Sans? "Turn around and shake my hand." That sneaky son of a...Dude scared the crap out of me. Not cool. I turn slowly and extend my hand. My chilled flesh comes in contact with a warm calcified appendage and I end up dropping to my knees in a tense involuntary loss of muscle control. While I mostly hear the sound of my teeth clattering together and the buzz of 50,000 volts from our joined hands, I can make out his hearty gruff laughter. "hahah...the old electric taser in the hand trick. it's ALWAYS funny." He lets my hand go and allows me to regain myself. My body aches and I feel like puking, a great way to start an introduction. At least now I get to see what this asshole looks like. He is a big-boned skeleton, I'll say around my height, with sharp white teeth apart from the upper-left canine being gold. His eyes are these white pinpricks in dark empty eye sockets and he has bags under them, how that happens on a skull is beyond me. He wears a black winter jacket with a fur rimmed hood and a red sweater with black shorts that have yellow stripes going down the sides. Lastly, he has red sneakers with black laces and yellow socks. "anyways, you're the human, right? that's hilarious." My senses now back under my control, I glare at him annoyed. Payback is a mean bitch! "Not as hilarious as this." Before he starts to question what I mean, I reach out and grab his shorts before yanking them down. The look of sheer shock coupled by the blush burning his cheekbones is worth the shit I'm about to go through and I giggle as he frantically pulls his shorts back up. Not like there was much to hide anyway. He was wearing skull and crossbones boxers after all. "*flustered* what...the...what the fuck is wrong with you?! "Not so funny now, isn't it? A prank is one thing. But it goes to hell when you overstep the pain line." "i outta break your fucking kneecaps for this." "And then we'd be stuck in a tit for tat revenge loop. But that would be boring. Don't ya think?" He grumbles and removes the hand taser, shoving it in his shorts pocket as I get off the ground with a tiny wobble. "Though I will admit this. You got me pretty good, bone-boy. I let my guard down and you shocked the crap out of me. I commend you thusly." I give a bow and he shrugs it off. "what did i tell ya about flattery? that shit doesn't work on me." "You also said you still liked hearing it none the less." "heh. that i do." "So...You're Sans?" "in the non-flesh. that makes you the kid." "I'd hope so, otherwise this only makes things super awkward. And this kid has a name, skele-dude. It's Lynsie." "huh...you're a bit nutty. ya know that?" {You don't know the half of it, comedian.} "So I'm constantly told. Either way, I now understand what you meant before. Sorry about the 'naked' thing." "eh, no harm done. i take it it's not every day you meet a skeleton." "Not a living one, no. Though, I gotta say, seeing you now...I have so many questions about your biology. Sure, I figure most are going to be answered with 'because of magic', but still..." "hold your horses, kiddo. that kinda stuff is rather personal. at least buy me dinner first." "Name the time and the place, bone-boy. But I warn ya now...I don't got much gold on me, so expect a cheap date." He scratches the top of his skull nonchalantly with a small snicker. "so the old lady really let ya out?" "Yep. I'm to head over to my buddy's place to hang out." "your buddy?" "You flatter yourself thinking you're the only one. I got a friend who's a ghost. Ever heard of a guy called Napstablook?" He thinks for a moment. "oh yeah...i know the guy." "You do?" "sure. the guy lives all the way in waterfall. it's the area just past snowdin. that's this one, in case you were wondering." "Sweet! Would it be asking too much to get some directions?" "trust me, kid. directions are the least of your worries." I look at him funny. "remember me telling ya i'm a sentry out here?" "Yeah." "well...did ya really think me and my bro were the only ones?" {You know she did.} I let out a nervous laugh. "I guess that was mostly wishful thinking on my part." He shoves his hands in his jacket's pockets and circles around me a few times. I'd say something about it but I get the feeling it's just to mess with me. Still, the feel of his pinprick-like eyes is somewhat predatory yet analytical, like he's studying me. "you weren't kidding about only having LV level one." "You really doubted me? Ow, that hurts." He returns to being in front of me. "if weak shit like that hurts ya, i'd hate to see what a real attack would do to ya." "You underestimate me. Not a wise move, bone-boy." "look, i'm not saying this to trigger ya or anything. but ya gotta be realistic. this place is a kill or be killed world. ya can be kind or try to show mercy all ya want, but the fact is others are gonna be gunning for that soul of yours." {Damn it, Sans. Don't start this crap again.} "I'm well aware of that. But I won't change from my goal. I will not kill." "sure, you don't want to kill anybody. and i can respect that about ya, kiddo. but what happens when you're not given that choice? what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? will you suffer or fight back? you'll try to reason with these bastards, that much i'm willing to bet gold on. but they won't listen to niceness. so what will ya do then? would ya let them get away with hurting you? or will you kill out of frustration when all else fails?" I look at the ground and ball my fists. {Easy, Lynsie. Don't get mad or sad. He isn't worth it.} "like i said, i'm not telling ya this to be a dick. i just...*sigh* man, this is such a weird talk to be having." "I'd find a way..." Now he looks at me funny. "what's that?" "I said, I'd find a way." I look up at him with strong conviction. "I will not shed blood or dust. I will find a way to sway even the coldest of hearts. So call me a fool or a stupid dreamer for thinking I can live in this world without having to kill. I don't care. I will not break and this world can't change me. I will show only kindness to every monster I encounter. Even if I have to force that kindness upon them, it will still be kindness none the less. Even if that means I'll have to get hurt in doing so...That is my answer to you, Sans. So, please...Enough with this questioning of my intent. I will not kill anyone. End of story." {I'm so proud of you.} He rumbles with a low growl but has a face of reverence. "ya got guts, kid. i'd just hate to see them spilled on the floor because of your convictions." I smile. "Nice to know you care about this weirdo human, skele-dude." He scoffs. "don't say stupid shit like that. i don't care about anything." "What about Papyrus?" "...that's different. he's family. ya gotta care about family." My face falters with lack of emotion. "Yeah...Family." He notices this melancholy but doesn't remark on it. "getting back on track. ya wanted to know the way to waterfall?" "If that's okay with you." "i can tell ya, but not here. go through this gate thingy. we'll talk over at my post." "Not sure I can get through this thing." "not really much of a choice. the trees are so packed together not even a dog could wiggle through'em." I sigh and turn back to the barricade. "Whatever happens...Don't mock me." He looks at me confused until he sees what I meant. I take off the backpack and slip it through before tossing it to the other side, I don't need the extra mass. I have to go at this thing sideways. I manage to get my head and right arm through just fine till I hit my first problem...my ample chest. "*irritated* Stupid mammary lumps of fat..." Sans blushes as he watches me try to manhandle my boobs to get through this tight squeeze. But then he gets a devilish idea. "heh...ya okay, kiddo?" "Do I look okay, Sans?" "i don't know. you seem to be making the breast of a bad situation." I flinch with a small blush. "You did not just say that." "say what? like i'd say anything to piss you off. what do i look like to you? some kinda boob?" My eye twitches as I snarl. "I said, don't mock me! This shit hurts!" "alright, alright, i'll stop. it was chest a joke." I growl in annoyance and try to focus on the task at hand. "Now do you see why I don't like it when you make puns?" So speaks the backpack containing Flowey. "You keep quiet, petal-head. I don't need your shit right now either." Sans just laughs, finding this very amusing. I bite my tongue and finally force my chest through this stupid shit, so now I'm halfway in and out of this gate. God, it's times like this that I really miss my kid body. Flat chest, no ass, not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen. Now look at me. 160 pounds of muscle, big boobs, latin ass, and hourglass curves that make this such a huge fucking pain! Fuck my genetics! Fuck bone structure! Fuck DNA! Fuck all this! Argh! So much internal screaming! "not to sound cheeky..." My head slowly turns to look at the soon to be deadman making jokes at my expense. "yet this is such a booty-ful view." "*seething* I will end you." "i'd like to see ya try. that would mean you'd have to squeeze back through here again. and i don't think ya really want to do that." "...You are such an ass." "at least i'm not the butt of the joke." "*angry roar*" "hahaha...oh, this is looking to be a good day." "Fuck! This! Shit!" {Don't do anything crazy now.} I focus all this rage into pushing through this gate and after much pain of parts of me being pressed into my own bones, I pop out the other side. But with the sudden force of the emergence from this stupid thing, I end up moving faster than my feet expect and have no balance on the bridge. I fall off and only escape a foolish demise by digging my fingers into the edge of the pit to the point I find bracing on a tiny ledge. Flowey freaks out having seen me disappear from sight. "Lynsie!" {Hang on!} I silently thank Flowey for all the training we've done. The old me wouldn't have this grip and be dead by now. "hey, kiddo. take my hand." I look up and see Sans above me, his hand stretched down to me. But I'm afraid. I can't deal with heights. Even ladders freak me out to climb. If there was water under me, I'd strangely be okay. But this is a bottomless pit and I am anything but okay. "kid...snap out of it. take my hand. i ain't gonna drop ya." {Can he really not tell you can't move?} I'm shaking. I'm afraid to let go to reach out for help. I have doubts I can keep hold with one hand or that I'm fast enough to get his hand in time. He can see this. The angry confident human he was just making fun of is now nothing more than a frightened puppy of her former self. He sighs and moves away from the ledge. "you owe me for this." I'm confused when suddenly my soul appears and turns blue. Feeling a magical pull, I'm lifted up out of the pit and tossed into the snow near him. "How...You...You can use blue attacks?" "ya know about such things?" I point to the flower still trying to hide and he chuckles. "figures. kid, i don't like using my magic if i don't have to. so now, you owe me a favor that ya can't weasel out of. ya got that?" I just stare at him and he becomes uncomfortable. "what? do ya not understand english all of a sudden?" I get up and hug him suddenly, much to his confused shock. "w-what the hell are ya...?" "Thank you." He's stunned for a moment. "uh...no big deal, kid. but can ya let go?" I do so as requested. Then suddenly a thought comes to me. "Wait...How did you get over here?" "what do ya mean?" "You were over there. I was looking up the whole time and didn't see you cross the bridge. So how did you get over here?" He rolls his shoulders. "i took a shortcut." I open my mouth to question that but the words die in my head. "*sigh* Never mind." "that's the spirit. come on. my station's over here." {This guy is a real piece of work, right? Are you sure we can trust him?} "*whisper* Dude, he just saved my life. I'm trusting him even if it kills me." {That is very counterproductive.} He stars walking as I grab my pack and put it back on while following him. "Is it safe to come out yet?" "*whisper* Best stay hidden, flower-boy. You never know what might happen." He leads me over to a more open area that has what appears to be a workstation/sentry post and for some reason a randomly convenient cage beside to large snow covered rocks. Up ahead the trees change from being these dreaded spooky things to more coniferous types covered in heavy snowfall. "So...Dumb question...What's with the cage?" "that thing? for putting humans in of course. or any annoying asshole that's bugging me." "Good answer." "but mostly i just nap on it when i feel like laying flat." He goes sits behind his post and I stand in front. "alright. since ya made it past the gate, i'll tell ya how to get to waterfall." "Thank you very much, skele-dude." "first you need to..." "SANS!" For the first time in seeing this cool skeleton, I witness nervousness take him and sweat starts to form across his skull. "shit, it's pap." "Your bro?" "yes! uh...okay! change of plans. quick, get behind here and take cover." "But..." "do it or die." I can't argue with that logic. I move fast to get under Sans's post and avoid his legs along with the weird crap down here. "okay, just don't move and keep quiet." I give him a thumbs up as the sound of footsteps grows louder till they stop what is the spot behind me. "sup, bro?" "AMAZING, SANS. YOU'RE ACTUALLY AWAKE AT YOUR STATION FOR ONCE." "ya say that like it's a bad thing." "IT IS A BAD THING. IF YOU'RE AWAKE, THEN YOU SHOULD BE WORKING. IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED THE PUZZLE TRAPS! WHAT IF A HUMAN WERE TO SNEAK PAST? THERE'D BE NOTHING TO PREVENT THEM FROM GOING TO TOWN." "except the four or five sentry dogs also guarding the way there." Papyrus snarls and slams his hands on the desk above me, making me jump a little. "THAT'S NOT THE POINT, YOU USELESS WORM! IT IS OUR JOB TO MONITOR THIS AREA AND TAKE DOWN ANY HUMAN THAT DARES ENTER! I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF BY THOSE FLEA RIDDLED MONGRELS!" "doesn't the success of your underlings make you look better?" "IT WOULD IF YOU WEREN'T MY ONLY UNDERLING! ALL YOU DO IS JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION! AND WHEN YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT, YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE JOB! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WHEN I'M NOT AROUND?!" "for your information, boss, i do a lot when you aren't looking." "I CALL BULLSHIT THERE, SANS. THE DAY YOU DO WORK IS THE DAY THE BARRIER BREAKS." "laying it on a bit harsh today. undyne must be in a bad mood." "THAT FOOLISH WOMAN THINKS SHE'S SO GREAT NOW. SHE HAS NO IDEA OF MY PLANS. LIKE I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, WOULD BE SATISFIED BEING THE SECOND IN COMMAND. THE VERY IDEA PISSES ME OFF." "i thought she was your buddy or something like that?" "ALL PART OF MY INGENIUS PLAN, BROTHER. FIRST, I GAIN HER TRUST AND MOVE UP THE RANKS SLOWLY TO AVOID SUSPICION. THEN, WHEN HER GUARD IS DOWN, I'LL USERPT THE ROLE OF HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD FROM RIGHT UNDER HER FEET! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!" I am so tempted to peek and see exactly how awesome Sans's brother is, but I don't want this guy to kill me before I even utter the words "hello". Plus, I'm a little distracted by car magazines and all the hot dog related condiments that are under here with me. I'm just grateful Flowey is so scared that he's speechless. "well, if anyone can put a hook on that fish, it's you, bro." Papyrus snarls. "SANS! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MAKING PUNS?!" Sans is suddenly pulled out of his seat. Papyrus must be huge! "ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY! AND YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS AT HUMOR ARE EVEN MORE DISGRACEFUL!" "oh, so my puns are stupid now, is that it?" "YES! THAT IS PRECISELY IT! THEY'RE CHILDISH, CRUDE, AND ALWAYS FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH." "alright then, bro. how's about i do impersonations instead?" Sans is allowed to stand on his feet for this. "oh, look at me! i'm the great and terrible papyrus! i practice evil laughs in the shower like freaking dingus! neh neh neh..." Don't laugh. Don't make a sound. Don't blow your hiding spot. Don't be stupid. Don't be you right now! "THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE AN IMPERSONATION. THAT SOUNDS LIKE...*GASP* MOCKERY! YOU'RE MOCKING ME, AREN'T YOU?!" "no, paps, come on. i'm your brother. i would never, i mean, never ever...look, paps! a human!" "WHERE?!" Sans falls back on his seat, laughing his bony ass off till he rolls off onto the snow. Papyrus is not amused. "*GROAN*...VERY CLEVER AND WITTY AS USUAL, SANS. I'M GOING TO PATROL THE AREA NOW. DON'T BOTHER ME UNLESS YOU ACTUALLY SEE A HUMAN." Papyrus storms off and I wait till Sans settles down. "okay...heheh...you can come out now." I crawl out from under there. "Dude...That was nuts!" "yeah. never a dull moment in this place. but you can relax. paps is all bark and no bite unless ya try to bite him first. he won't kill ya on sight, but he will try to take ya prisoner." "You could've told me that earlier." "and miss out on messing with ya? not a chance in hell, kid." I chuckle a little. "Fair enough, skele-dude. Fair enough." I help him off the ground and he dusts off the snow. "like i was saying...if ya follow the path forward, you'll hit snowdin town. after that is waterfall. there is where your ghost bud lives." "Thanks, Sans. You're a real lifesaver." He rubs the back of his skull and chuckles. "in more than one way, right?" "You know it. Well...See ya later I guess." I start to walk away. "hey, wait!" I pause and look back at him. "actually...i think i wanna cash in that favor ya owe me." "Okay? What is it?" He sweats a bit. "i was thinking...my brother's been kind of a pain lately, as ya can tell. but...he's never seen a human before. and playing around with you might just make his day." I pale. "What?!" "don't worry about it so much. remember, i'm here keeping ya from getting your ass kicked. so throw me a bone, will ya?" I'm hesitant. But if this gets me in good with him and shows my friendly intent, then I guess I can try. "*sigh* I'm not one to welsh on a favor. And...If it lets me see how great your bro is, then I guess it's fine." "for real? nice! ya won't regret it, kid. i'll be seeing ya up ahead soon." He walks away in the opposite direction then disappears. Now it makes sense. Sans can teleport. It's official, monsters are so badass! I walk in the other direction, the same as Papyrus, and calm my nerves. This adventure is just getting started yet already things are on epic levels of crazy. I sense more excitement is to come, good or bad I don't know. But one thing I do know is this...I still hate the cold. [In Hotland, Laboratory] Alphys and Mettaton are amazed by what they just witnessed. The human had interacted with Sans and for unknown reasons hid her from Papyrus. What was he up to? And a better question...What will happen now? "DID YOU SEE THAT?" "Yeah...I'm so blackmailing that bonehead." "ALPHYS DEAR..." "What?" "WE HAVE TO GET HER HERE." "...Do you have a screw loose or something?" "SHE WILL MAKE THE PERFECT CO-STAR THAT WILL PROPEL ME TO THE TOP. THE AUDIENCE WILL LOVE WATCHING HER. HELL, WE MIGHT EVEN STRIKE IT BIG ONLINE! OOOOOH...I HAVE TO GO WRITE THESE IDEAS DOWN BEFORE I LOSE THIS CREATIVE SPARK! He speeds away. "Wait! Mettaton, you can't just...*sigh* Dumbass. You can't have a show with a co-star if they're dead." Oh well. At least this was entertaining. Whatever was playing out in Snowdin Forest was worth watching. She only hoped Undyne wouldn't show up and put an end to the fun before it gets bloody.

Another Year Sadder (Lost and Found Arc)

As Chara and Frisk cried to themselves on their beds, they realized that they might have been loud enough for Toriel to hear. Chara panicked and tried to make her eyes look less reddened. She hastily grabbed teardrops to try and nurse her eyes, trying to hide her sadness from her mother. Toriel walked up the steps to Chara's room and knocked.

"Chara, sweetheart, are you okay?" Asked Toriel.

Chara felt a surge of terror as her mind was awash with all the possible outcomes. She couldn't think straight because she was so scared of how Toriel would react at that point. Perhaps she would smother Chara with kindness, not letting her have peace? Or maybe she would be made to say exactly what was wrong with her? Chara didn't want to be around anyone right now, but she quickly quenched her thirsty eyes with teardrops and hurried to her door, forcing a placcid smile onto her face. As she opened up, Toriel was standing right outside her door, ready to talk to her.

"Oh, hey, mom. What's up?" Chara asked nonchalantly.

"What is 'up', as you so put it, is that I am going to the grocery store to get some items for dinner tonight. I was wondering if you and Frisk would like to join me."

"Actually, mom, I was wondering, if it wasn't too much trouble, maybe Frisk and I could have a nice, romantic dinner on our own?"

"Oh, so you and Frisk do not want what I am planning to cook. Very well. Here is 75 dollars. I hope you two enjoy your evening."

"We will, mom. Thank you."

"You are welcome, my child. Now I am off to the store. Do not bother waiting up for me; I am certain that you two are responsible enough to return home before 1 am."

"It's okay, mom. You have nothing to worry about."

With that set of words being followed by Toriel walking down the steps and shutting the door behind her, Chara went to Frisk's room. She was not okay at all. She barged in, worried about Frisk.

"Frisk, you still with me?" She said, noticing his trembling and whimpering.

"Yeah, I'm still here. I'm just feeling really scared right now." Frisk mumbled in a traumatized tone.

"So am I. I swear mom almost heard us. We can't just let people know how we're feeling. They'll think we're fucking daffy!"

"No, they'll just throw themselves into our problems. I know they mean well, but they shouldn't be burdening themselves with our problems. We don't even deserve it."

"I know."

Frisk and Chara shared a hug as they cried on each others shoulders silently.

"I miss my mom and dad." Said Chara.

"I know. I bet they were great people." Replied Frisk.

"They were incredibly kind and totally innocent to everyone that met them. So yeah, they were great people. I just wish they were still with me."

"Yeah. I wish they were here too. You know, so I could meet them, and they could meet my parents."

As they spoke to each other, they both started to calm down.

"You know, I bet our parents would hit it off with each other. My mom and dad, they would've loved you, Frisk."

"Then I'm glad my parents love you, too."

Frisk and Chara shared a smile with each other, and they kissed with their tears drying from their eyes. They shared a small chuckle and held each other close.

"I love you, Chara."

"I love you too, Frisk."

They placcidly smiled at each other again, feeling a mix of sorrow and contentedness within each other, almost as if they were speaking a language only they knew to each other.

"Alright. Mom gave me some money so we could go out and get us something special. I was wondering if you'd...like to go out with me?"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I wanted to be alone with you, so I think having a nice dinner alone would be better for us."

"Good point. I'll get dressed."

"Great. See you in a bit, hun."

Chara gave Frisk a little peck on the cheek before going back to her room and getting ready to go out on the town. Frisk smiled as he clasped his cheek and remembered the feeling of her lips. He focused on that good memory long enough to get dressed properly.

At about 6pm, Chara and Frisk went out to dinner. They were hoping to be discreet, so they used their powers to get there as quickly as possible. Unbeknownst to them, Asriel was watching the whole thing.

"Yeah, that's right, you two." He said, letting Flowey show himself.

"Go on your little date. I wonder what will happen that could make it go wrong? Perhaps the food will be overpriced, and you'll be forced to leave? Or maybe there'll be an overwhelming amount of humans for Chara, and she'll immediately want to be secluded?"

Due to Flowey's personality resurfacing, Asriel started using his magic to burrow to Chara and Frisk's destination.

"Don't worry, you little best friend stealer. My plan isn't homicide, for this is SO much more interesting."

Asriel cackled evily before he completely buried himself into the ground. Then as he went subterranean, he used his magic to guide him to their destination.

About 10 minutes later, both Frisk and Chara made it to where they were going, which allowed them to turn off their invisibility spells they casted. Asriel was close by, but, because of the way he followed them, was forced to hide in the bushes. He peered out to find Chara and Frisk dressed up. Chara was wearing a simple dress, and Frisk went a little further, having a vest on his dress shirt and slacks. He even had dress shoes on as well to accompany Chara wearing fancy slippers. Her heels weren't as high as most women would wear, due to her hating high heels. Asriel was stunned.

"What the fuck? Chara doesn't normally wear this fancy get up! She looks stacked right now! Her dress is hugging her ass too hard, and..."

Asriel stopped himself, noticing that Frisk and Chara were getting close to the door. He camoflaged himself into his surroundings just enough to keep Chara and Frisk from getting suspicious. After he was sure they didn't see him, he got out of the bushes, watching through the window.

 They entered the place, ordering a table. It seems the restaurant wasn't very full, as there weren't a lot of people. They ordered a table nearby the window so they could have a look outside while they ate. Asriel noticed they were walking to him, so he ducked down before he could be spotted.

"Whew! That was close!" He said with his eyes closed.

"Yes, it was." Agreed a voice.

Asriel instantly got startled and almost screamed, silencing himself before he could cause a scene. He looked up and saw his parents, alongside the skeletons and Gaster. Asriel immediately lost his fear, replacing it with irritation.

"Oh, it's just 'Smiley Trashbag' and his pasta-loving faggot o-"

Sans stomped on Asriel's chest and smacked the top of his head with a bone. Asriel let out a hushed grunt as he got lifted up by Papyrus.

"Now then..." He started with glowing eyesockets.

"Would you like to talk to my brother like that again?"

Papyrus started choking him. Asriel tried to make him let go, but Papyrus kept a creepy smile as his eyesockets started flooding enough energy to encase his body with an aura.

"Okay, okay. I give!" Asriel rasped in defeat.

Papyrus promptly let go of Asriel's neck, letting him drop to the ground. Asriel caught his breath, trying to recover from getting choked out by Papyrus. Then his parents bent down to his level.

"You do realize you deserved that, correct?" Asked a thoroughly disappointed Toriel.

"Yes, I realize it, mom! I just didn't expect Papyrus to choke me out!"

"I thought I told you NEVER to say that word to anyone, Asriel." Said Asgore.

"You mean 'faggot'?"

"YES, THAT ONE!"

Everybody shushed Asgore as he picked up Asriel and held him to his face to yell at him.

"Sorry. Forgot. Yes, that one. It's derogatory to people who are homosexual, and I told you never to say it."

"I know. I know. Sorry. But why are you guys here anyway? I thought mom was making dinner."

"Let me be clear, Asriel." Said Toriel.

"I wanted to make an excuse to leave Chara and Frisk alone for a little while. We have all noticed that something is wrong with them. They seem to be holding on to their painful past, unable to let go for fear of them repeating it."

"Well, maybe they just wanted to keep us from seeing something wrong with them. Chara's been real secretive lately. I think since she remembered exactly what happened back then, she's just been sad that she'll never get to see her birth parents again."

"Frisk hasn't exactly been social, either." Said Gaster.

"Ever since I've started working at Ebott High this semester, Frisk has been keeping to himself. I can tell how smart he is. It's possible that with everything that happened to him, he's become...reluctant to become visible without seeking him out. He's become withdrawn."

"Yes. Our little brother is hurting right now, and he doesn't want to show it." Agreed Papyrus sadly.

"He seems to not want to do anything as much as he used to. Even my spaghetti doesn't seem to cheer him up."

"Yes, well I am certain that Frisk initially needed time to absorb all of the shock that he experienced from the previous year. He thought he was human all of his life, but it turned out he wasn't, and he hasn't gotten over it yet, so he's starting to react in ways he normally wouldn't."

"Well, that explains why he doesn't go outside as much as he used to." Said Asriel.

"You know what? I was planning to just watch from afar, but I think we'll need a closer look. Let's get inside."

"Not so fast!" Toriel said, grabbing his son by his arm before he could go inside.

"We cannot just go inside like this; it would be too suspicious!"

Toriel held out her arms, and used her magic to alter her wardrobe, spicing it up to look like she was ready for a date.

"There. Now this is more like it."

Asriel was immediately embarrassed and frustrated. His own mother was using her own magic to make herself look more attractive, and she didn't even teach him how to make his clothes go from rags to riches. He and Flowey were not amused in even the slightest, and Toriel saw it.

"Aww, what's the matter?" She said.

"Do you and Flowey want to learn how to use this spell? I never did teach you, did I? For shame. Then again, someone who kills innocent people should never need to know how to perform such a spell."

Asriel reached a boiling point, thanks to his mother trolling him.

"THEN HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BLEND IN, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!" He shouted with his black scleras and facial markings showing.

Toriel refused to let that stand, so she smacked Asriel in the face with a firey stare, violently grabbed him and brought him to her face.

"You listen to me, you little piece of shit!" She started seething.

"We're trying to blend in, NOT stand out! We don't need to hear your fucking mouth turn into a megaphone, you hear me?!"

Asriel got extremely scared. He didn't want to see his mother like this. "Yes, mom" was all the young boss monster could say.

"Good. Second of all, someone who goes around killing innocent creatures just because they can DOESN'T deserve to learn such a spell! You better get that through your thick head! Killers like you don't deserve to be camoflaged, and if you EVER talk to me like that again, I will beat your sorry ass in front of everyone right here and now. Do I make myself clear?!"

Asriel cowered in front of his mother. He knew despite the extra soul power, he had no chance against her.

"Crystal, ma'am." He said, starting to cry.

"Good. Now hand me the bag, Sans."

Toriel's attitude and tone instantly made a quick turnaround as Sans threw a duffel bag to her. She caught it, and inside was a suit specifically for Asriel. The young boss monster was speechless as he dried his tears and put on the outfit. Everyone else, quickly and quietly, got ready to enter the establishment. They were going to learn what was so important to Frisk and Chara that they had to keep it a secret. Or at least that's what they hoped.

My Multiverse Ask Event #7

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“frisk i hate you so much how dare you call tem an abomination”

“I will call Tem what I damn well please.” Frisk said as they were thrown into the wall by a stream of blue strings, and only then did they see who was standing before them. 

“So who are you? I know you’re a Sans, but do you have a nickname?” Frisk said, getting up as the grating of bones could be heard as they walked up and tried to attack, but failed miserably. 

“Call me Error. The Destroyer of Worlds.” Error said, his eyes gleaming with pure madness and insanity. All watching flinched, it was a look they were all too familiar with.

“sans has there been a timeline where frisk spared you and you didn't dunk frisk”

“Nope. I love dunking them, it’s always so satisfying.” Classic said, smiling to himself.  

“also chara supposing you were brought back would you be able to use magic like storyshift chara”

"̸̡̞̫̦͖̽I̸̡̞͈̰̟̫̖̻͆̉͌̎̎͛̽ ̶̠̙̟̩̳̅̀̇̚h̸̛͙̕͝a̶͕̗̞̦̻̱͗̈̇̄͆͗̍̎̚v̶͙̗̦̹̯̦̌̔ę̷̤͔̗̰̫̪̅̀̽͜͜ ̸̡̛̦̙̥̗̳͋̈́͑̅͛͋̚n̸̠̭̥̻̘͇͐̆̓ō̵̡̦̮̥̱͍̼͊͒̍̌ ̷̢͎͚̝͔̈́̿̃̍i̵̹͕͇̝̤͕̥̘̭͆́d̶͉̩̈́̐̉͑̇̂e̷̠̰͖̖̭̯̩̽̓͑̾̒̇̒͑̕à̶̛͖̝̠͎͈̀̈́͗͋ ̶̺̻̘̖̼̿̽̓w̶̧̢̭̹̝͕̖͈̔͠h̴͕̥̆ǫ̶̘͚̘̯̈́̽̎̉͗̚ ̶̞͔̲̦̉̓̿̍̇̃͊̎t̵̬̪̩̼͍̊͆̓͂̌̇͝͝ḧ̷̢̠̙̳́͒̽̈̽́̃̽͝a̶̛̮̫͔͕̱͐̌̋̅͊̍̀̕͜ţ̴͙̫̥͉̞͖͛̍̔̚͜ ̴̛̖̮̟̪͓̯̬̬̌̔̇̉i̵̢̨̙̠̟̔̅̿̾̈́s̴̱̲͙͈̗̬̤͆͠,̵̰̠̬̯͓̟̋̄̇̓̉̑ ̵̩̖͎̥͎̼̙͌̃b̷̢͇̝̮͕͕͔̜̆́̍̍̔͌͑͆u̵̙̱̻͙̙͛̐̍́̾͛ṭ̵̛͆̔̄̂̔̆́̕ ̷̧̠̱̬̼̓̍̃̀̀͠I̴̧̻̺̰̝͈̋̔͆̋̔̓̈́͋'̸̘̲͉̤͍͉̣͉̑̓͘͜m̵̢̩̼̮͕̳͈̓ ̷̣̀̉̃͠n̶̼̰̤̈́͐̒̊̈̓͗̇͜ǒ̴̝̮͚̖̊̋̍t̷̟̯̹͈̟̋͊ ̴̧̩̱̻̘̀s̷̱̋͛͛̽͗͘ū̷̙̋̄̔̕r̴̛̟͙̻͎̙̫̗̪͛̑͆̐̈́͠ẽ̴͕̘̰̲́͌̀̾̏͘̚.̵̯̘̩̪͖͍́̈́͜ ̷̜͙̤̪̿̕I̸̗͍̓̔̓̉̊̇̂͝ ̸̧͚͖̭͈̟̏͛̽̀̑̈́͝͠ͅẗ̷̨̜͓͎̘͇̪̼̑͗͑̎͊͜͠h̷̩̙̯̅̒͆̀î̴̞̪͊n̴̡̛͖͕̻̖̳͍̍̓̑́̐͠ǩ̵̨͇͓̼̖̺̳͉̗̇̚ ̵̢̢̡̹̟͍̟͋͗̚i̷̧̛̪̦͔̭͕͔̰͓t̶̳̹̅̊̎̿͝ ̸̳̄̾͛̈́̐̑̿͊w̷̮͔̭̜̾̈́̇̈́̓̍̃ơ̴̘̯̹͚͑́̉͒͊̊̈́̊ů̶͖̦̘͇̙̼̮̐l̵̫̔̿̀͒͆͗͆̉͠ď̷̨͇̗̝̬͔̩̈͆̅̄͐̚ ̶̛̜̉͊̊̈́́͜d̶͕̙͒̄́̓͋̍͆̃e̴̫̜̻̳̻̺̗͌̾́͒̾́ṗ̸̢̤̜͇̋̑̏͂̑͝ḛ̶̢͖̂͆̉͆̚n̷̯̰͈̿́͂̐̓̇̓́͠d̵̟̝̠̞̾́ ̶̒̃̏͒͗̐̚͜o̸̧̩̩̟͈͔͇̖̽ͅn̷̡̤̗͔͗͘ ̶̢̡̧͈̞͙̹̱̣̿h̷̖̳̅̿̄̀ö̸̹̥͚̪́̂̓̂͛̒̈͝w̸͇͍̠͍͇̪̳͛͂̓̉̓͒ ̶͙̹̎̒̇̎̍̚͝I̸̡͈̯͍̖̽͘'̷̺̝͇͖͊̆̍̏͗͗̔̍m̸̪͓̂̀̇̇͌̏͑̂ͅ ̷̧̳͇̻͌͋͑̇̑̎b̴̢͖̥̮̩͉̝͇́͌͌r̸̼̋͠o̶̧͖̜̙͕̬̯̼͆̊͋̄̏͆̈́̈́u̵̮̔̐̆͠ͅg̶̞̲̖͙̼̘͇͕̹͋̎̓̊̄̾̄̆͊h̷̯͕̏̂t̴͚̙̘̦͔̳̰̋ ̴̢̛͈̙̥̈͗̐̍̚͘̚b̵̩̲̖̭̥͎͖̪͍̍̓͆̎͆̓̚͠a̷̱̤̟͋̊̉̀͗̈́͝ç̵̘̥͉̞͓̲̺̆k̶̛̭̼͙̦̝̼̪͎̅̂͌̀͑̊̕͝.̷̙̙̼̱̥̩͂͌͛"̷̬̬͓̗̼̄̊ 

Chara said, sitting criss cross in the ground as they watched Frisk desperately try to dodge the strings the clearly bored Destroyer sent after them. 

“chara what do you think of tem pls dont tell me you agree with frisk”

"̴̛͓͓̲̣͂̍̍̉̕Ţ̴̪͕̗̺̹̠̭̜̋̈́͆e̸̹̟̥̙͙̥̘̻͒̇̿͛͂̏̈́̕͝m̷̯̤̈́̒̒͐̅̅̃̉ ̸̾͗̄̂̉̇͌͆ͅį̶̱̩̜͉͕̽̉͋͂̽̇͐̉̃s̷̥͍̞͚̑͐͛͜͠ ̶̣͈͋̎̇̀͐̊̃̋̅r̸̨̲̥̜̫͐̓͗͒ȩ̴͖͕͑̀͜͝ả̴̲̃̃̽̀́̃l̸̪̙̋̈͋̆l̵̪̻̭̫̀͊̿̅y̸̱͉͊̾́ ̸̟̗̾̋c̶̦̖͋̓̾͝ǘ̸̼̇̎̾̆͝͝t̸̹̿̍͂ë̶̛̹̙̹̩́̉̈́̔̑̌̈́!̴̯̠̍̆̉̚͝͠ ̶̻̻̔̈́̕I̴̟̿̈́̾̿̿̓͆͌͒ ̷̡̹̭̳̦͙̅͛̽̎̂̂̓̓͠l̸̩̤̪͓̫̯̖̦͙̑̃̀̏́̿ǫ̴̪̤̣̜̱̗͓̿́̈̏̚̚͝v̸̢̇e̶̖̦̓͛̀͑̚͠͠ ̸̛͓̳͍̤̾t̶̛͕̿̅̔́͆̆͝h̷͙͈͉̓̔̿̋͛̏͐͘ͅë̶̛̩́͒̀͜m̷̢̜̦͕̭̏̈́͝͠,̶̥̲͕̑̐͊̎ ̷̏͊̈́̽̍̊̈́͜Ì̵͕̭͙̾͋̍̇͝͠ ̷̨̻̭̯̈r̸̹̤̞̘̥̺͎̒͒͑́́̐e̸̡̨͙̳͎͖̙̝̪̍̓̉̇̇͊̄̉͝a̶̛̰̱͕̯̺͓̟̤̽̍͐̐̑̿̕l̴̺͙̿͆̾̒͒l̴͇̱̩̠̀̎͊̽̃y̶̞̭̝̩̼̯̤̗͌ ̶͔͋̅́̌͗̋̀͑w̷̛̛͔͇̼̱͉̰̟͌̂̅͛̋̕͜͜ȁ̴̘̦̣̟͚̱n̴͚̂̒́̊̒͌̽͘͠t̵̨͉̖̯͉̘̹̘̿͊̓̕͝ ̸̛͖̣̥̐̈́͂̊̒ṯ̴͚̙͇̰͈̔̐o̶̡̝͍͆̀̿͂͌̈́ ̶̛͍̹̙̬̼̖̓͆̄c̴̛̝̍̈́̇͘͝ư̷̙͙̈̓̍͜d̴̢̛̠̼̃̐̍͒͗̓̈̚d̶̢̛̙̰̮̓̔͋̎̅͜l̸̥͆̑͑̈͗̕e̵͍̒́͑̌͛̌̓͘͝ ̶̋̐͜͝t̶̨̲̬͚̂͆͒h̷̛̘͖̞̔̓̽̾̓̕͝ḛ̷͚͎̣̱͔͎̓͒̚m̸̧̘̦̤̣̥̜̙͐́̉͑̿̌̒.̶̛͕̭̣͚͕̥͆̄̈́͑͠͝"̴̡̱͑̒͝ 

She said, hugging herself as she smiled and her cheeks became a deeper pink color.

“Okay so this was hard to get through the glitches but here goes nothing guys. Chara wants me to give her family a message. She said "Tell them I'm sorry. That I'm sorry for everything and I love them more than anything. They're still my family and I love them so much. Tell Flowey I'm so sorry, and tell Mom that I love her and her pie, and tell Dad that I'm so sorry for poisoning him with the flowers. I would've stopped this if I could." Oh Chara, you are just a scared little girl, you poor little sweetie. Well umm if you guys want to ask her anything I am game. I'll do my best to read through the glitches.”

“Chara, tell her we love and forgive her. We’d love to see her again, she will always be apart of our family.” Toriel said, her face determined. 

“I told her that it was ok. I agree with Toriel, please, do tell her that.” Asgore said, holding Toriel close to him. 

“They better be sorry. Are they ok? They can’t be doing well considering what they went through.” Flowey grumbled, his face softening as he remembered her. 

Hmm Red, Stretch uhh you guys may want to handle the Black situation now. The trying to sabotage Red's reputation would hurt the little blueberry and red enough, but he is planning to purposely put Blue in danger so he can "Save him" uhh that sounds a touch yandere to me and is not a laughing matter.

“Honestly I like Red and either Blueberry or Classic. He needs someone nice after that mess he grew up in and those 2 seem like the most likely to help him come out of his shell and be himself.”

“Oh yeah, it was hard to relax and trust these dorks at first, especially Ink, and I wish I kept my guard up. But the good ones here are amazing.” Red said, looking at Blue longingly. 

“Frisk, you don't deserve the power you have. You have proven that much, I hope you suffer 10 fold what you made them go through.”

“And I hope you get to feel my knife running through your chest.” Frisk growled as they felt their arm snap in half as it got tangled in Error’s spider web.

“Frisk you say you think you can handle the other skeletons, let me tell you that is wrong. If you get out then I assure you Nightmare and the others will teach you the meaning of his name.”

“‘Nightmare’, sounds like a challenge, for once.” Frisk announced, trying to attack Error once more but ended up having a shattered soul as Error swapped with Horror, who was giggling with eagerness as he clutched his axe. 

“ Oh so Sci, I am serious about finding a way to help Chara. Come on you brilliant skeleton you, you gotta have some ideas!”

“I was actually working on that, it was a side project I purposed for the versions of the kid we knew were innocent, but something sidetracked me. And it was the best thing to ever happen to me.” Sci said, as he cuddled Alt, who was sleeping like a kitten and almost purring.

“Hey Chara, you deserve better. You are a good kid. I would like to offer you a hug?”

"̷̬̳̮̬̄͂́̐͗͂͆̎I̷̡̖͕͍͎̜̟̝͓͂́'̸͔́́̀ͅm̸̢͍̫̲͙̿ͅ ̸̛̞͎͆̌̋̾̉̃̕͠n̴̡̛͖̬̥̗̞̟̈́͒̃̎̈́͘͝ö̷̧̲̮̖̦͍̼́͂̓̿̓̀͗͂͘t̵̡͚͎̬̞̼͎͋́̾̓̓̈́̕͝ ̶̡̯͎̖͚̠͑̈́̒͗̓͐̐̕s̶̺̰͈̭̊̉̉͌͑̀ͅu̵͚̞̥͇̖̜̮͔͋r̷̯̭͉̰͓̝̗͐̽̐͜͜ë̸̮̹̘͇́̎̃̿́̌ ̷̬̼̈́̓̽̓̃̿͠ẙ̶̮͕̗͙͚͑̾̈́ớ̶̯͇͎̙͍͖̠̈́u̴̠͒̊̌͒̑̒̄ ̶̦̻̙͇̣͈̥͋c̸̨̭͎͙̜̼͔̽́̆̾̐͐͜͝ắ̷̲̗͈͗̆̉̚n̶̢̨̳̘̝̜̘͚̞͂́͑͗̀ ̵̪̪̈́̽h̴̨͚̮̗̳̿̇u̴͍̦͖͚̣͔̰̿̈́̃̕ġ̶̬͆̇ ̴̧͔͈͉̗̰̱̟̫̾ḿ̴̗̼̣̱̯̗͓̦͕̓͂̓̀͘̚͝ě̷̝̹̥͐͊͑͝,̷̢̡̢̳͉͓̦̀͑̊̈́̆͜ ̴̺̹̹͐͋̈́ͅI̵̢͚̹͇̮̦̗͔̬̊̀͆̇͠'̸̭̭̦̫̓̅̆̓̒͘m̴̹͗͊̾̈̐ ̷̧̙̖̰̤̙͐̈̀͗̕͘͜ͅn̵̲̈́̋̇́͝ȯ̸̦̟͉̓̃͑͑͗͘t̷̰̦̘̫̭̯̬̍̈̌̄̅͜ ̷̨̥̗̖̀͠s̴̰̟̩̑̍̈́̅͑̕͝ọ̸̲̜̮̟̓̆̃́̓̂͊̇͝ḻ̴̢̱͇͉̄͗͝͝ȋ̷̮̭̺̙̖̘d̸͎̋̉̑̽̌͝͠.̶̢̯͈̬̣̓͑̈̂̄͝͝ ̸̧̜̘̜͋̈́B̵̘͉͖͓̩͚̳͖̿̄̈̆̽̏̍̀u̵̝͑̄͑͝t̷͇̘͓͒̏̿́͋̌͜͠ ̶̢̭̫̓͆Į̷̨̡͕̱̗̤̳́͒̋̓̌̚'̷̼͔̻͈͠ḑ̴̪̗̜̻̹̬́̎͊͘͝ ̷̛̬̱͖̏̽̽́̽̚ͅl̶̛̝̜̪̰͉̱̘̐͆̋̐ơ̵̢͙͈̘̬͚̗͚͑̔̾́̍̎͒̚v̷̭̙̣̲͕̠̦͖̇́̈e̶̢̢͓̼̟̫̫͑͐͜ ̷̜͙̣̦̗̱̗͇̏̋̑̄́͝ḁ̴̡̜̀͐̉͝ ̶͊̾̑́̌��͓͇̲̮̜̖͈̄ͅh̷̡̢̻̹̩̺́̓̐́͜u̴̻͉̐͂͌̊̀͜ġ̷̥̗̰̞̻̩,̸̛̹̜̰̳͊̓̉̈́͜͝ ̶̡̮̤̋̾I̸̜̘̜̪͋͐͒̂̕͝ͅ ̴̡̛̗̲̗͔̟̜̇̿͑͐̎̈́͝h̵̫͈̤̫͑a̴̖̦͉͖̰̿̌̆̓͘v̵̦̣̗͎͖͔͓̦͊͒̆̀̊̓̕ȩ̷̛̦̬̲̑̒͆̒̆͊͛͠ṇ̶̩̰͓̄̈́'̶̡̭̩̹͖̯̫̤̜̂͐̃̈t̴̡͍̖̯͈̾̒̾͑̎ ̵̗̲̩̗̒̌̾̀̅h̸̺̩̻̯̠̫̟́͂̎̆̏̏͐̀a̷̯̠͔̺̣̖̘͐̃̏̀̈ḏ̴̭͉̞̙͈̓͝ ̸̢̡͇͎̳͕̞͚̈͐̃̋͒̄͝o̸̺̙͆̅̍̃̆̒̀̕͝ṉ̶̡̧͙̭̯̹͎̈́̃̃͋̋͠͝ë̴̥̮͚̯̥́ ̷͈͎̗̪̦͎̱̀͊͒̈̉̃̒̽͗ḯ̴̞͈̪̮͘n̷̢͓͈̝͇͚͍̬̝̐̽̓̈́ ̵͖̻͍͚̻̥͋͛̕͝͠͠ḷ̸̤͕̺͛̆̄̆̓̏͌͘i̵̧̤͚͗͊ţ̷̢̖̙͚͇̩̪͊̌̊͠e̸̢̼̯͎̿̀̒̊̉ȓ̷̳͕̉͆̏͑ả̵͖̦͇͉̗ľ̴̨̨̛̘͇̠̟͍̮̭̓̅͘͝l̴̠͈̳̗͖̠̯̏̂̔̀̆̊͝y̷̖̩̥̭̿̀͛̌̚͠ͅ ̷̡̹̲̙̗̍̽͊̍̃̊̑̊͜d̸̨̯̯͓͌͘ḝ̵̝͇̤̟̙͎̫̔c̸̡̛̥͖̹̍̇͊̾͆a̷̲͖̒ͅd̴̨̧͙̩̙̘̞͙̲͐̀͘e̴̳̬̯̞̣̓̊̀̈͐s̸̞̯̮̫̫̓̅̔̉̀̎̚̕͝.̸̜͈̪̝̺̺͆̍̂̀̅͊̔̓̕"̸̹̜̖̺̉̅́

Chara had a few tears in their eyes as they felt a feeling. Then they realized they were being hugged, and they began to sob as they tried to hold the invisible being. 

“Hey here is a question, we got guns from the Mob universes ready for this brat? They deserve your worst guys. They have lost the rights to mercy.”

“While I aprictae the offer, we don’t need guns. This kid needs a slow and painful death, and I’ve been having a, craving, per say.” Horror said, chuckling as the kid looked truly afraid for the first time that day. 

“Frisk, you overgrown hairy potato, I am done trying to talk you down. Pfft you think you are special? You think you are anything? You were made to be an empty space with no personality of your own so the player could easily put themselves in your place. If this is what you are like I am glad you have no lines in the game, you don't deserve them. What is even the point of you? (whispers to Paps) how is that for a distraction?”

“Whatever, you will be next.” Frisk said, right as they had to face Horror in hand to hand combat and were nearly sliced in half. 

“That was a good distraction! Good on you human! At least I assume you are human.” Papyrus said, shrugging. 

“So Alt Killer, you doing okay now that your Nightmare can't hurt you? and what about what happened to Horror? how did you guys handle that?”

“I’m doing a lot better, Alt’s been nice to me, and so has everyone else. I’m so glad to have people I can rely on to not abuse me for once. My Horror was the only one who bothered to treat my wounds, I didn’t talk or leave my room unless I was needed, that lasted until Alt came back and saved me.” He said, smiling as he rested in a small house he was provided. It was in Alt’s Doodlesphere as he had no other idea as to where to put it and trusted Killer. 

“Is annoying Dog helping? Come on puppy!”

The annoying dog yipped as it chewed on the mysterious artifact and wagged it’s tail as Frisk nearly got decapitated, or de-limbed several times and even moved Frisk closer to the bloody blade. 

“Oh boy I can't believe I am gonna do this. Gaster if you can talk to me I can try to uhh translate the WingDings. Any ideas from you to make things go smoother? Come on Doc let me atleast try.”

“☟☜☹☹⚐ 👍☟✋☹👎📬 ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌✡ ☠⚐❄ 👌☜ ✌ 👍☟✋☹👎📪 ☞⚐☼☝✋✞☜ 💣☜📪 ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐❄ ❄✌☹😐☜👎 ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜⚐☠☜ ✋☠ ✌ ✞☜☼✡ ☹⚐☠☝ ❄✋💣☜📬 ✋ 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ 😐☠⚐🕈 ☟⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 ☹☜✌☼☠☜👎 ⚐☞ 💣✡ ☜✠✋💧❄☜☠👍☜📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ ✌💣 ☝☹✌👎 ✡⚐🕆 👎☜👍✋👎☜👎 ❄⚐ ❄✌☹😐 ❄⚐ 💣☜📬” Gaster said, smiling as he nearly melted into a puddle of goo in his grey space. 

“✌💧 ☞⚐☼ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ☝⚐✋☠☝ ⚐☠📪 ✋ 💧✌👎☹✡ 👍✌☠☠⚐❄ ❄☟✋☠😐 ⚐☞ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝📪 💣✡ 💧⚐🕆☹ 🕈✌💧 ☹⚐☠☝ 💧☟✌❄❄☜☼☜👎📪 ✌☠👎 💣✡ 💣✋☠👎 ☞⚐☹☹⚐🕈☜👎📬 ☟⚐🕈☜✞☜☼📪 ✋ 👍✌☠ ❄☜☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌☠✡ ❄☟✋☠☝💧 ☼☜☹✌❄✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜ ⚐☞ 💧✌☠💧🕯 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠✌☹ 💧☜👍☼☜❄💧 ✋ 💧✌🕈 ✌☠👎 ☟☜ 💧☟✌☼☜👎 🕈✋❄☟ 💣☜📬 🕈☜ 🕈☜☼☜ 👍⚐🕈⚐☼😐☜☼💧 ✌☞❄☜☼ ✌☹☹📬” Gaster smiled as he snickered at some very hilarious memories and his several inches thick blackmail folder he had on his coworkers, bosses, and employees. 

“Hey uhh Error was what I said to Frisk too mean, I mean they don't deserve mercy but did I go too far?”

“Nope. You did wonderful.” Error said, smiling. 

“Here is a song for the Fell brothers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XaRcYnIk-Y “

“Nice. That’s going on a playlist.” Red said, winking. 

“Flowey, if there is a way to save Chara whose side will you be on?”

“Chara of course! I only helped Frisk kill everyone because I thought they were Chara at first.” Flowey scoffed, rolling his eyes as he felt the judging eyes of everyone burrowing down into him. 

“Ok I gotta know, how did you guys deal with the YandereBerry and who did they try to kidnap?”

“He tried to replace Blue. It was not pretty.” Stretch said, shivering at the memory.

“It was actually because of that horrific abomination of a monster that Red even confessed to me in the first place.” Blue said, not dropping his smile as he denounced the one creation Ink regretted making. 

“Y-yeah. Heck, Nightmare even chipped in to help us, though he later had to clarify that it was him, but we assumed it was him. Though we don’t know if Ink was making him, Nightmare said that considering what he saw, he would have helped.” Red said, looking away from Blue’s increased glitching. 

“Error if you think Yandere Ink is bad you do NOT want to meet the Fallen Star Sanses. They are all Yandere versions of Blueberry, Dream, and Ink. They are creepy and Nightmare should run if he sees a Yandere version of his brother, run like your soul depends on it cause it kinda does.”

“Sounds like an emergency. A yandere Dream, that sounds like something out of a horror movie, seriously, I’m glad Ink didn’t use that against us.” Error said, horrified.

“I would run from that no matter what. That is a contradiction of values.” Nightmare said watching some creators get out sketch pads and pencils. 

“NO!” He screamed before he was locked in a cage and watched as Maxie, Jana, Zack, Jack, and Beatrice discussed what would happen. 

“Don’t worry Nightmare, we won’t bring this to life. I’ll make sure of this.” Zack promised, and Nightmare growled as he tried to slip in between the bars, sadly they were too small.  

“You know Outer, I never got your opinion on you and Error. You have to admit he is a little cutie.”

“He is. Though everyone says he is cute, but in more of a fluffy bunny way than in the way you’re implying. When he isn’t reminding us of his title.” Outer said, shrugging. 

“So here is the thing I am worried about, how sure are we Ink is gone forever? He umm has a habit of coming back in most multiverses.”

“We can only hope Ink’s only gone forever.” Dream said, clutching his arms as he sat down, dar away from everyone else as he took a breather.

“What if Frisk somehow brings Ink back if he gets in the doodle sphere? Guys I am worried!”

“Then we have to make sure Frisk doesn’t get in. Though I can’t see how they’d bring him back.” Dream said, clutching his head as he laughed with a few tears escaping. 

“Fresh, are you worried about your new brothers fighting Frisk?”

“A little. Though they’re rad, they can handle any unfresh person out there.” Fresh said, smiling. 

“Hey Sans, if you don't agree to speak to a therapist, or at least your brother, I will keep finding songs that bring attention to your issues. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZFbHz5gb8Q”

“Well, I can actually see one and make progress when the kid is dead. And I made a promise to Dream to seek professional help one day.” Classic said, sighing as he slid down the side of the pillar he hid behind. 

“So glitter prank, we should also booby trap the shower so he can't wash off what he gets on him, I am thinking food coloring in the shower head. stain his bones.”

“Wow, you really live up to that Creator label. When the Red, Blue, and Black love triangle is over, we’re doing that. I do not want to pick sides.” Dream laughed, laying on the couch as he took a few deep breathed and rubbed his temples. 

“Black, I gotta know, why Blueberry? I mean he is already taken and he is happy, there are so many others you could go for, and I don't think you're gonna have many friends if you hurt Red and word gets out. Be it physically or otherwise. Why not just move on and find someone who is available? Let Blueberry and Red be happy.”

“Why not? He’d be happier with me.” Black said, grumbling. 

“classic when you dunk frisk you make a undodgeable attack supposing frisk managed to get to the first save point could you make a version of the get dunked attack so when the spawn they die”

“Half the fun is in the beatdown. As any of these guys can tell you.” Classic said, chuckling. 

“undyne can you teach me how to cook”

“Heck yeah! Come ‘ere punk!” Undyne said, as Alphsy laughed as her girlfriend.

“so will annoying dog allow you guys to drain frisk i don't think the dog will like that”

The annoying dog wagged its tail as Frisk was finally decapitated by Horror after withstanding several brutal injuries.

“so sans for the first time you can get to and stay on the surface aren't you excited ps tell me if i'm wrong but your issues come from frisk resetting when you get to the surface right”

“I am so excited, and nervous, I’ve never actually met another human besides Frisk that’s from this universe, funny to think that the template for the most powerful beings in all the multiverse is so isolated.” Classic said, sighing in relief as he felt another load go by.  

“annoying dog there are a ton of bones in undyne's cupboard just take them out of the wrapper and papyrus won't know so he won't harass you”

The dog barked in annoyance at the request, as if the prospect of not annoying Papyrus was not an option. 

“Classic, you know you are extremely loved. Not just by your friends and family but by the fandom, for so many reasons. I know some of the stories people write are uhh scarring but to be honest having this community has saved a lot of people from themselves. How do you feel knowing you give people hope after they thought there was nothing left to hope for? I just want you to know you are loved and valued, so take care of yourself.”

“I will, thanks.” Classic said dozing off. 

“Chara, if you could take Frisk's place somehow and rejoin your family, would you?”

"̷̠̝̲̅Ĩ̵̻̲͎̽̃̀̃̕n̵̥̼̱̳̯̔̀̀͊ ̶̲̩͋̋͘̚ȧ̸̠̱͉̉̈́̓͊͗ ̶̛̭̠̱̫̟̫͛̐̿h̵͈͉̺̀̈͐͑͘e̸̖̝͓͚͚̬͋̂̀͐͌̈ă̴̟̥͎̼͊̃̃͊̓r̷͉̤̯̭̽̊̕t̵̫̥̰̟͛͜b̶̩͕͉̗̩̭̉̌̅̈͛̓è̵̻͈̟̩̝͍ȃ̸͉͓̜͓͋́̾t̴̯̺͓̠̰̋̄͘͝͝!̴̜͎̂͜ ̷̯̓̽̎I̴̹͚͈̻͆̈́̈́ ̵̟͈͎͇̘͙́̓̏̈́̅͠ẅ̷́ͅa̴̛̞͊̈́̏̀̍n̶̯̹̪̫̻͙̈t̵̗͎̃͗ ̴͔̄̚͠t̷̡͉̹̺̦̾̋o̶̹̩͗͐̄͗͆͠ ̶͈̕b̴̢̆̕͝e̵͓̯͂̃̍ ̴̮̺͙̬̔̈́͝ẘ̸͕̭͍̻̑̕i̸̘̟̣͆̈́̍t̷̖͍͎͂͊ͅḫ̶̾ ̴͖̀̄̾́t̵͕̲̻̦͋̏̈́͌́̿ĥ̸̲̺̈́̄̉̕͝è̷̬m̵̨̳͈̅͜,̵͈̋̈́̉̋̍̍ ̸̡͖̳̟̹̔́Ḯ̵̧̬̜̗̻͕͗͆͆̀͝ ̸̻̟̺̻̫̭͑̚w̸̡͈̳͚̲͠a̷̖͚̳̔̈͘͜ͅǹ̶̼̣̱͝t̸̰͎̠̥̪̽̀ͅ ̵̮͚̞̠̊t̸̠̍̀͑ö̵̩̹͖̯̯́́̊̎ ̴͉̈́̓͒̌̾h̴̡̛̭̋͗͛͝u̶̧̜͉̭͓̞͐̂̐̄̓̽g̶͈̔͂̂ ̶̳̟̱͈̍̔̑̓͊t̸̤̾̈́̚h̴̢̭͉̠͎͖̀́̈́͆͠e̵̹̙͂̓̅́̏m̵̜̥͇͑͌̎͐ͅ,̸̡͎̐̓̋ͅ ̸̛̯ṕ̶̣̮͚̗̜l̷̮͖̐̃̄a̴͎͛̀̎͋̾y̵̥͛̀͛ ̵̫̠̜͐̈́̈̄ͅw̵̢̠͍̯̉̎̚͠i̶̜͓̓̓t̴̹͍̰̫̒̂̈́̄͑́ḫ̷̛̆ ̴̝͚̤̄̏͐̀̏̚t̶̥̦̭̩̏͊͂͝ḣ̷̢̡̖̘̹͔̋̅̊ë̸̩̹́̍͌̽m̸̼̅͆̽,̶̟̀ ̶̠͉̗̜̀̏͐I̸̓̑ͅ ̷̰̳͉͇́͆͊̓l̷̦̬̓̈̄̿̚͜ơ̷̠̭͇̼̠v̵̟͎͑̄̒e̷̝̼̪͓̒̈ͅ ̴͖̎́͒̔͘t̶͎̪̎̚h̸͙̝̲̘̙́ͅě̶̱̥͎̽͛̀͝m̸͍̀̃̍͋͘ ̵̟̼̲͖̍͋̓̕m̶͖̰͈̼̈́o̷̞̞̲͊̿͋͜r̵͓̣̥͍͗̽́e̸̡̛̹̹͔ ̷̙͚̤͍̖̐̀͘t̸͖͙͚͐̈̍h̵̛̳̙̘͐̑̋̽͂ǎ̸̻͠n̴̜̒͗̎̑ ̵̧̛͓̯â̵̘͉̗͇͉̫͂̕̕ň̶͖͆̊̊͘y̶̟̯̼͊̊̚͠t̵̛͍̼͂̉͐ḫ̸̝̺̘̲́̾̊̆͝ḯ̸̫̈́̈̎̌͠n̷͇̦͇̾͌͆̎̀͝g̶̨̜͕̤̗͎̋̉̎̐̐̽!̶̢̡͙̼̖̩͊̈́̔͝͝ ̶̪̅̾̅̔̌̀Ȉ̶̖͔̈ ̴̥̑w̸̹̣̮͕̯̄͑̉̈͊͘å̸̡̨̺̯̆n̶̛̻̍̑̀t̸̡̳̲͝͝ ̷͔̠̔̄͂t̷͇̫̬̎́̐̔͋̕͜o̸͎̯̭̜̯̰͋ ̸̺̼̯̄̔̋͠b̷̥̠͕͂ͅȩ̸̲͚̪̯̿ͅ ̶̩̟̃̆̄̋͜t̵̼͒͘ͅĥ̴͈̹͔͙̗̗͘͝͝ȩ̴̙͈̊̈́̔ ̷̨̨̝̘͖̾͂͑͠p̷͚̝̽̂̏r̴̩̺̤̒͆í̸̺̋ñ̸̮̙c̴̼͓͐̇́̏̓͠ͅé̶̦͔͓̮͇͎͛̅͆s̵̳̞̏̿̅̂s̸͇͋̔ ̵̡̫̤̋̈̀͘͜m̸͙̣͇̹̞̓̾͜͠o̸͕̗̽̎̋̉͘͜͝ṅ̴̝̲̠s̸͍̑̈́̈̇̀͝ť̵͙͙̖̗͑͌͑̆ͅé̵̦͇̒̄r̴̨̺̬̤̥͍̀͐k̷̫͇͖̐̎̈́̍i̷͓͙̣̍̑͑̊́͠n̵̗̳͇͓̓͒͆̓d̵̘̥͍͍͉͚̾̈̍̀͘̕ ̶͎̬̤̱̜͆̾̔̔̀̕d̸̰̔̽͌́̌͝ê̴̻̖͌̚s̸̨̥͈͕͖̥͆e̷͕̪̞͂͐̀̿̆̈́r̸̠͓͖̦̱̈͆̏̈́̕v̸͕̰̫͉̞̾́̽e̸̟͙̯̳̜̊͋͂ṡ̵͉͔̀̃̽̑!̷̯͇̲͖̞̅̂̇͂̚"̵̬̇̔̅̄

Chara screamed it at the top of their lungs, holding their fists as they felt a trickle of determination flow through them, and their feet touched the ground for a brief moment, as if her body tried to become solid again. 

“Is Red's brother gonna help with the Black issue? It is kinda an insult to his family name that Black thinks he can butt in a steal from his brother.”

“He’s not involved in any shenanigans, though I’m pretty sure he’d defend my honor to the death. He’s a good bro like that.” Red said, laughing. 

“Any new universes you guys really like?”

“Well, Red liked Swap!Lust, and it took us a while to identify the difference between the two swaps. It was humiliating.” Dream said, sighing. 

“I however, am a fan of Littletale. Took them long enough to make it, I had seen so many notes on what the AU would be like and I’m so glad it’s here. They are all so cute.” Dream said, giggling. 

“Littleswap. I love seeing a baby version of my bro. He may have raised me, but I do like seeing a baby him.” Stretch said and Blue stuck his tongue out. 

“So is anyone ready to record the Black vs Red fight? I mean I am sure Blue will stop it before anyone gets too badly hurt.”

“We’re waiting for Black to make his move. Once he does, we’ll pounce.” Red said, “And that’s why it has to be quick, I want to bash his skull in real good.” Red said and Stretch rolled his eyes as he snickered. 

Blue, contrary to popular belief, heard everything. And he planned to crash their revenge party with a plan of his own. And it was going to be a Nightmare for all involved, except him of course.  

“So Frisk, had enough? you should reset and try something else. You can't beat THIS. Little demon.”

“I can beat anything.” Frisk said, staring down Killer, causing them to laugh. 

“Well, here to help me kill some more? You’re so cute.” Frisk said, and Killer returned the laugh, only more empty and sadistic. 

“I’m done with you. You’ll die three more times.” Killer said, launching a blaster at the child. 

“Error, you figured it out! I knew you would. No censoring can stop you!”

“Indeed.” Error said, enjoying the sounds of Frisk’s distress.

“sanses tell me if there is anything i can do to help you kill the demon child no one gets away with bullying tem”

“We appreciate the help, but we got this.” Classic said.

“chara which type of chocolate do you like more milk chocolate or dark chocolate?”

Ì̷̡̛̺̱̙̹̥͜͜ͅ ̷̨̘̻͖̜͍̦̠̉̌̑̔͌̓̈̃͠l̴̫͙̈́̈́̇͝o̶̢̹̖͝v̸͈̙̟͚̹͒̑͆̎ȇ̵͇̮̼̣͙̱̓́͆́͌ ̷̥̒̽̒̆͆a̶̞̱̦̗̱̱̽́̏̇͋̀͗͜͝͠l̶̬͇̑͊̈́̋̀͊̈́̓l̷̘͐́̕ ̷̨͋͂̈̀̒͛̆̾̕c̶̢̮̣̼̩̮̩̥͍̈́͛̓̌́̂̆h̸̯̯̔͝ò̵͖̀c̴̙͗͌̈́ö̶̢͇̮̞̝̻̙̱͕́̍͗͘l̵̙̦͓̮̺̓ą̵̜͖̜̯̺̭̦̎̆͋̓̀̚ͅt̵̹̮̩̗̩͕̘̎̏͝ͅe̴̡̡̖̽̄̋!̴̝̫͚͕̏́̓̐̒͝͠͝͝ ̵͎̙̪̤͇̮̪͌ͅE̶̛̤̗̪̤͖̥͔͊̈͛͊͌̓s̵̨̳̫͚̺̒̑͒̀̇̓͂̚͝p̸̌͒͆͘��̙͈̬̫͉̍̂è̴͕̀͐̍̄��͎c̶͖͇̽̄̂̃̀̓̀̚̚į̵̰̲͕̪͍̰̤͊̈͝ͅa̶̧̹̠͈͙̺̋̐̑̅̅ͅl̷͉͝l̴̛̰̦̥̅̄̈́́̉͊͋̓y̷͎̗͕̏̃̽͠ ̶͈̹̱̳̲̈́̈̅͒͑̽͠͝w̸̙̻̬̩̪͙͓̭͑́̀̉́͆i̵̬̩̫͎͇͖͔̜̠̓̾̒͊̓͌̕̚͠ţ̵̛̼̤̦͇̻̠̙̄̌̈́͋̀̀͘h̷͖̗̮͕̤̗̥͚̮͘ ̶͖̟̠̥̼̠̳̏͂͆̍̂̄͠c̸̝̜̠̲̰̦̣͍͈̐͊̍a̸̞̞̮̱̬̲̥̋̓̏͆͜͝͠ͅr̴̫̣̟͔̈͊̌͜a̸̛̼̬̤̅̈̃̐̄̂͛̕m̸̧̝̣͓̺͕̠̗͗̍̏̓̀̈̾e̴͚͓̘̼͌̑̈́͐̎l̸̬̞͆ ̷͚̖͈̳̠̀̎͐̍̇͘̚ä̶̛͇́͗́̌̎n̴͉̆̽̑͜d̴̨̨̬̱̺̺̖̾̀̈́̒͐̈́ ̵̻̬͚̘͔̝͈͌͆̎̓̌p̵̛͚e̷̥̤̬͛̒â̵͚̪̽͗n̸̙̽̽̀̀u̸͍̣̘̰̤͇͉̤̖͋͑t̵̳̲̜͊̍̈̒͑̽͝ ̶̢͎̹̼͍̇͂̓̋͗̋̚b̵̖̥̫̜̖̳̱͌̈͆̓ͅu̴̠͚͍̞͙̥͂͑̎͌̿͠t̴̩̯̩̞͌̅͋̚t̷̨̛̜̳͎̑͌̊͒̈́̅ë̴̢̤̰͈́͐̄̎̾͐́r̴̛̰̼̫͕͕̦̩̙̟̓̉̍́͆͐͝.̵̜̩̮̆̑̋̓͠͝ͅ"̵̧̹̺͔̘͇͍̙̓̀̓̕͘

Chara said, licking their lips as their mouth watered slightly. 

“guys you need to get rid of floweys determination or he will be able to save and reset when frisk loses their determination”

“I lost the button for good. There are a few days between Frisk falling down and the beginning of the timeline, and I can’t save, load, or anything. Only with the use of the six souls can I hope to get that back and I do not want to go through the consequences of doing that. Nightmare is scary.” Flowey said, sighing. 

“what will you do with frisk when they dont have anymore dt? are you gonna kill him”

“Yep. If that doesn’t kill them, we will.” Sci said, his face grim. 

“Error, can you teach me how to make a plush?”

“Absolutely! I actually teach sewing classes every now and then.” Error said, 

“Hey Frisk, if you are feeling so big why don't you try to come kill me? oh you can't? too bad, looks like you just get to listen to me till you lose, and believe me you will lose. You're not as special as you think? Poor frustrated little murderer, so sorry if I don't feel any pity.”

“Just you wait and see, I will kill you. I am a god.” Frisk spat, throwing their knife and landing it in Killer’s arm, the blade sticking out of the other side. 

“You know a lot of people like to think of Geno, Error, and Fresh as brothers. They do have the same original creator and in a sense Error and Geno kinda are related very closely. So what do you guys think of this?”

“Not surprised. I actually like that, Fresh is pretty cool and Error is fun.” Geno said, watching the fight and getting ready to fight himself. He was rusty, but he could easily kill that brat. 

“sanses you're not gonna kill flowey are you?”

“If we don’t have to, we won’t.” Sci said, smiling kindly.  

“Chara what do you think of the skelebros?”

“̴̛̟̈́̈́̏̾́̔T̷̺̣͇͓͚̒̿̓̊͠h̵͖͠è̸̡̨̜̹̗̤̮̳̿́̆y̷̢̬͕̞̜̩͇͝’̸̥̻̦͕̞́̾̀́̕ŗ̸̹͉͚̝̈́̈́́͘͜͝è̶̢͉̑͂̌̔̑͠͝͠ ̴͓̋̆̂̏̾͆̈́̇s̷̟̘̝͊ö̴͍̝͈̙͖͎̝̭̪́̔̌̑̚͘̕ ̸̤͆̚n̴̙͙̜͍͔̗̈́̎i̴͍͓̟͑̊̇̓͂c̷̢̨̡͙̮̪̔ë̴̛̞̭̤̥̤̩̄̆̽͒͐ ̷̛̤͖͑̉͗̿͐͌̒a̸̛̤̤̹͙͒̃̉͋͠ņ̵̞̩̦̠̚͘d̷̨̥͓̘̫̘̙͕̟͒͝ ̸̫̙̫͙͇͗̈́͐̄̿́̑͆̕f̴̧̨̥̞́̍ͅu̵̡̘͓̯͍̮̻̟̐̎̐̀͆̍ṅ̵̢̛̠̱̯̹̫͊͋̋̈́͘͝ṇ̵̣͙̞̱̜̻̾͑͂̃͋̋̕ͅý̸̤̯̳̦̙̩͈̯̗͗̀̄̈́̓̽͝.̷̡̧̅̌ ̵̥̮̜͌Ï̴̛̮̙̫̼̎̌̕ ̶̛̩̻́̋͘͝r̷͕͍͋̅̋̍́̉͗͘̚e̶͕͙͙͒̒̂̈́̆͂̅̇͗à̶̧̛̻̮̝͖̞̈́̅͘͜͝l̴̺̬͇͉̓̈́̔͛͠l̵͔̙̝̮̫͍͙̥̖̔̒̈̿͒̔̂̚ý̷̺̺̟̤̩͗͌ ̶̜͓̳̉̍̋͌̽̕ȟ̵̛̻̼̈́͂̇̔̒̚o̷̧̢̼̭̭̮̟̠͐̂̇͆͑́͠p̸̹̩͍͚̫̯̬̓͐̑̍e̷̙͕͕̻͔͖͝ ̵̧̨͙͚͎̤̤̺̏̇̄̾̄͋͝ͅI̸̢̛̗̖͖̫̋̄́̿̚̚͝ ̷̨̥͈̅̅̈́́g̸̡̡̯̻̞̍̎̐ȩ̸̦͋̒̅ť̸̨̧͔̤͇̪͝ ̷̨̛̮͍͔̼͓̓̑̀̀̉ͅt̴̳͚͂̎o̸̡͈̫̼͌͋͠ ̵̖̹̞͙̪̐b̴̪̹̋̊̀̅̌̿͝e̸̡̡͈̝̰̺̩̲̥͆̽̒̿̌͒͋f̵͎̣͗́̔̔̆͆̆̕r̵̮͖͉̟̔̌̆̃ǐ̶̭̤͉̦̼̟͌͘ẹ̴̭̥̟̖̰̘̤̓͛͋̆̇͑̈́̇ņ̶͖̱̗̝̔̈́̑̏ḓ̴̡̨̱̯̬͒̾̊ ̸͍̝̫͍̄t̴̤̞̜͚̫̿̐͜h̶̨̼̗̭̦̠̩̐̍͊̀e̵̲̪͌̾̎̾̍͠m̸̟̥̂.̷̞̞̞̘̅̅͠”̷̠̯͙̠̯̹̉͗̒̈́̂̈́̈́͜͜ ̶̬̉͌̃̃̅̄͘

Chara said, content to watch Frisk receive a similar injury to Killer. In the exact same spot.

“to the sanses which one of you will be lucky enough to kill a human”

“Not sure. Depends on what happens.” Classic said. 

“chara in the post genocide pacifist ending frisk looks like you after toriel leaves the room and then everyone died what's the explanation”

“̸̧̡̛̣̦̜̬̘̰̼̬͔͒̓͊̀̽̔̋͌͠Ņ̷̧̛̬͙͉̻̱͍̭̫͓̩̮̞͈̞̒̊̑̈̎̍̓͌̚ͅo̸̡̨̡̮̠̪͍̫̜̱͋̆̈́̇́̐̍́͂̕͘͝ ̵̡͍͈͚͂̐̆̌̒̀͑̀̇̇͆͜͝o̵̲͉͔̤̰̭͚̞̖͌̄͛̅́̾ṅ̸̘̭̣̤͇̣̌̇͆͗̽̈̃́͝ẽ̵̡̡̛͙̳͚̗̼̠̜͎̦̠̹͙̫̞̟̥̔́̓͑̂̓͗͂̕͘͝ ̸̪͓̙͖̘̜̟̲̟͉̣͚͇͙̞̭̰͚̆̇́̿͛̔̑͂̈͌̏́̌͂̚̕̕d̸̢̛̜̜͙̖̪̟͎̙͉̦̬̙̥̼̳̠̟̄̏͆͝į̴̢͉̖̮͉̖͙̙̻̭̜̗̮̙̮̜͛͐̊̽̓̊̎͆̔͊́͑͊̅̆ę̸͓̺̝͔͇̫̜͖͓̼̺̳̲̩̟͈͙̻̝͊̃͋͒͛͘d̶̢̪̦̫̬̲̬͎̅́͛͆̏͋͂̊͋͒͛̅̂̕̚.̸̢̨̧̨̺̪͓̖̘͍̦̗̫̟̖͇͍̗͎͊̉͌͋̐̅̈́̾̀̑̔͌͒̊͐͘̕͝͠͝ͅ ̸̨̢̠̥̣̖̲͕̙̂̽̏̒͘I̵̡̢̢̼̼͔̻͖͕̘̭̘͙̮̬̫͈̐́̒̄́̏̕ ̷̧͔̯͍̖̞̮̱̗́͐͆̊̓̏͠j̶̢̧̰̘͓̬̯̲̙̩̳͔̲͇̟̲̹̬̩̝͒̈̊̈́͝ư̵̧̢̡͈͖͖͙̼̞͔̟̫̯̦̊́̄̃͋̃͝s̷̡̛̮̖̱̼̜̗̭̻̲̫͌́͋̈́̀̒̉̂̿̚͜ţ̶̛̱͈̭̮̳̽̽͗́̎͆̈́͊̀̀͛͘ ̷̢̗͇̹̞͖̱̞̳̻̻͓̺̘͍͇̳̭͓̊̍̓̉̔́̈́̎̀̅͐͐͠͝w̸̡̧͉̹̠͉͂͐͆̃̎͐͒̏͜ą̷̨̛͍͎̤̥̟̺̻͔͇̻̋̍̎̋̓̑͝n̶̩̩̣̬̫̒̔̂̅̊̐̀͌̏̉̔́̆́̕͠ṱ̸̙͍͙̯̟̊̃͌́ͅę̶̧̢̢̣̗̖̼͉̬̘̖̣̬̣̙͖̽̅̎̾͒̋̃́̎̊̀́͋͝d̴̡̟̖͙̗̓̔̒̉̌̏̉͒̔̀́͑́̈́̓̓̈́̈́͊ ̵̧̡̛͉̹̼̳̹̜̭̗̠̗̺̑̈́͑̔̒̿̏̃̇́̋̊̇̉̾͒̚͝ͅẗ̶̨͔͚̣̞͍̥̯͖̹̗̘̰̪̰͕͈́ͅo̷̢̞̣̗͔̩̱̻͖͇̲͂̔̀̾̿̋̏͌̆̈̐̑̚ ̶̧̛̺̻̹̲̟̝̹̹̓̇̓͊̄͋͗̿͐͑͛̉́̃̕̕ͅs̷͚̠̲̬̹̰̪̙̹̝͎͔̣̹͇̾̈̇̄̐́̌͒͊̉͌͂̃̽̕͜͝͠͠ͅç̷̤̠͚̞̤̫̭͈͉͊̈́͊̑́͒̽̉͌͛̈̑̃͌̂̋͛a̴̼̐̐̾̎̔͘r̴͕͛̅̅̅͆̒ê̷̡̬͙̺̯͑͛͊͛̎̾ ̸̣̆͊̓́̅̆͌́̊̆̉́̑̚͝͝F̷̩̞̻͈̪͖͊͛͛r̶̨̝̣̟̉̀́̂͋̓̓̀̉̄̽͛͗͊̑͌͗ĩ̴̪̖̌s̵͙̦̟̰̞̱̝̜̘̙̝͇̽̾̃́͆̌̔̈́̔̌̑͂̈́́̓͝k̵̡̢̺͍͇͔̟̹̺̤̭̠͉̱͓͊͌̋͜.̶͔͇̯͉̯̘̣͈͑̋͌̍̎͛̔͘̚ ̴̨̧̜͚͖͔̝̖̠̟͖͈̆̌͌̆̇̈́̌̽͋̅̑͜͠M̴̨̛͔̩̘̭͌̔̈́̀̅̈͒̎͂̽̀̆̋̎̐̇͘͝͝ͅã̶̙͇͂̈́̔̎̇̅͠ḱ̶̗̲͈̦̩͚̹̦̠͒̽̿̀̿̈̐͌͝͠͠ͅē̶̥̳͉̼̩̓́̄̏̆͊̍͂̇͋́̕͘͝ ̴̨̢̝̯̮͕̰̼̦̾̓͋̀̿̈́͑͝t̴͖̠̊̐̋͛͒͐͑̈́̽͊̃̈́̋̌̊̌͝h̸̛̰̞̀̈́̉̔̽̑̽̅́̀̔͗͌͋̕͘͜͠͝ȩ̶̝̬̪͈̙͕̺̹͇̹͂̃̄̇̈̄̒̄͋̀̕͜ͅͅṁ̸̨̝̣̬͈̦̬̠̪͖̗̞̭͑̄͒͌͠ ̶̡̲̟͙̝̬̭̌̉r̶̼̟͍̦̭̭̱̀̓̈́̏͋̈́e̶̺͎͙̬̱̋̉̆̈́͒̈́̐̔̒͜m̵̨̦̫̟̗͔͍͇̗̠̋̂̆ę̷̹̝̫̝̝̬̲̣͇̦̯̫̦͉̀̍̌̅̔̑̌͜͝m̵̡̩̟̗̠̯͎͚̆̈́̀̇͒͒̍̽̔́̾̎̓͜b̴͔̤͕̩̼͖̬̙̟͉̘̭̒̾͌̅͐̆̑̊e̵̢̢͉̣̙͎̳̖̟̣̻̦͍̟̠̝̠͓̲͐͋ͅr̶̢̝͔̥̠̩̪͖̿͗͌͆̌͂̿̑́͑̐̈͛͘͝͝ͅ ̷̛̙̫͍̺͈͍͂͒̽̈́́͌̉̔͛͂̓̈́̔͘͝w̷̬̙̳̱̪̰͎̥͕̯͈͊̄̏̊͠͝h̵̟̮̠̪͓͙̲͈̦̗̭̗̭͈͑̽̔͐̏͜ą̶̧̧͎̟͔͈̙͈͍͌̅̚͝ẗ̶̘̩̖̦̳̼͖̱̩̖͉̍́͋̚ ̶̨̪̳̞͔̟̭̪͕̽͐͋t̷̢̗̦̙̟̗̹̗̮͈͔̹̤̬͙͙̼̹̑̄̑̉̉̍͋͑̃̆̇̑̓̅̓̽͗̇̑͝ͅh̷͔̮̞͙̄͆͋̋̂̓͂̄̇̏̏̽̇e̵͔͒y̴̧̬͎̗̻͕̳͎̮̻̙̰̞̖̌ͅ'̵̧̨̹̯̝͎̳͓̇̄̑̀̉̀̐͊͠v̵̦͉͔͚͑̈́̓̀̐̓̓͆̅̊͗̍͛̌͌̕͝ͅe̴͎̦̽̒́̀̂͋̓̕̕ ̷̰͉͈͔̼̣͎̟͖͈̺͊͜͠d̵̢͇̠̝̖̮̞̼̥̟͍̬̥͔͉̯̳͖̤͋͜ọ̴̭̘͍͈̥̣̫̫̭͎̱͇̪̺͚͈̻̈̚͜n̴̢͇͕̻̲̰͙̰͓̫̰̩͈̹͇̞͍̊̉ͅē̵̛̤̿͗̂̀̍̋̈́͂͘ͅ ̴̜̹̜̓̐̿̀̎̌͒̇͒̀̃̅͊͛͂̿̅̒̚͝t̷̛͓̟̲̥͕̲̭͍͂̏̄̓̓̓̏̓͒́̔̃͘͝͝o̴̪̺̮̺̜͕͕͒́͂́̊̈̂̽́̋̔̀̋̇͊͂̄́͘ ̷̢̛̩̟̗͚̞͈̹̩͙̍̉͗̔͗e̶̤͎͛̓͆̓́͒̏̈́̈́̀͋͊͛͒̈́͌͠v̶̩̗̖͕̇͊̽̉̿̑́̔̆̚̚̚ę̶̢̳͕̱̩͉̠̹̩̰͓̩̫̫̬͇͕̩͐̉̉̎̒r̵̰̅̒͛̌̐̕͠ẏ̷̝͚̮̩͖͔͚͚̳͚̩͉̹̟̪͔̓o̸̢̦͋̔̅̃͑͆̐͂̐̌͆̎̍͋̈́̕ǹ̴̨̝͔͂́̈́͘͝ȩ̶̢̧̛̪̭̤̪͈̝̠̹͎̳͎̘͓̲̱̣̣̔̾̍̋͑̒͋͑̿̎̄͛̊̾͠͠ ̶̢̢̧̛͔̪͍̌̇̽̾̒͛͆͋̔̂͑́͋̕͠I̸̡̡̘̭͕̭̾͌̚͜ ̸̛̠̞̳͉̦͉̥̦̀́͆́͋̈́̀̈́͛̽̿͘̕̕̕͠͝͝l̶̢̗̼̜̦̖̬͇͚̪͖͐̀̊̓͗́̀̅̎̓̂̔̀̕͘͜ó̶̢̨̞̣̹̥̰̠̺͇͍̈́̋̃̅̌̊̅͋͐̚͝ͅv̸̛̤̞͓̊͊̌͋͌͂̓̅͠e̵̢̧̨̧͖̮̙͓̪͚͇̫̲̩͉͚̠͑̈́͛̍̓̃͝͠.̵̢͚̝̥͎̼̣͖͎̣̹̫̺̩̬̳̯̉̈̓͌̂̓͊̏̒̎”̵̡̛̜̪̩̖̱̭͙̯̊̂͛̽̽͂̀͝͝ ̷̡̢̢̼̲̦͍͉̲͖̞̺̰͙̜͔̪̝̣͖̂͑̚͘

Chara spat, eyes glowing a dark red as dark red sparks flew off their body, it was slowly growing less transparent, though it regressed quickly when Chara calmed down. 

“classic sans about how often do you get the hackers ending”

“Once. It was incredible to see their face next time around.” Classic said, grinning. 

“Hey Blue, how do you feel about the whole thing that happened with Ink? Are you ok now? I support you fully!”

“I’m doing a lot better, I have bad days, five years is nothing to trauma. But I have an amazing support system and did seek professional help, so I’m doing great!” Blue said, he looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself as he looked down in shame.

“Nightmare, do you guys have a plan incase Ink DOES return somehow? Never hurts to have a backup plan.”

“We managed to remove the piece of code Ink uses to control us. So if he does come back, he’d need to make a new army. And thanks to the Creators, we managed to get it done on a multiversal level, so people that don’t know won’t be brought in against their will.” Nightmare said, “So I’d say that’s the best thing we can do.”

“Reaper do you remember when Ink brainwashed you to be a toddler and made you do embarrassing stuff? Thoughts?”

“Nope. And I could and lived without that information.” Reaper said, curling up into a ball.

“Also I took a look back at what happened in the story, with Ink I mean. Something happened to change him, he watched the multiverse deteriorate once. Lost his memories, gave into despair and forgot everything. Walked alone for who knows how long while something else built up inside. I think there was even more to the Ink issue than anyone first thought, I don't know though. Something about it still doesn't sit right with me.”

“The Creators filled us in on what happened.” Alt said, “I can’t help but feel a tiny bit sorry for him. He lost everything and became a monster. And you know what context I’m using.” Alt said, sighing. 

“But the past is in the past. He ripped his soul to shreds, heck, I even looked for them while he waited to kill Ink. But I couldn’t find them, though we do know he remembered the old multiverse.” Dream said, looking at Alt who had walked in the room he was in. 

“Oh yeah, and I feel the need to remind Reaper that he is also adorable!”

“I am the incarnation of death. The embodiment of the act of dying! I am not adorable, baka!” Death said, grumbling before he realized what he said. 

“flowey your a jerk why don't you let people have a perfect happy ending in their first run”

“Because I’m a jerk.”

“frisk can you tell me what you think of true lab?”

“Creepy.” Frisk said, a knife lodging itself in their throat as they collapsed. 

“You’re not the only one who can throw.” Killer said, flipping the kid’s corpse off. 

“sans can you help me make a trash tornado like the one in your room”

“Sure. You just snap your fingers and make a tornado.” Classic said, winking.

“sans are you ness?”

“Yes, I am a ness. But I thought it was obvious. All Sanses are a mess.” Classic said, and Papyrus groans could be heard. 

“sans i imagine it must be really hard to treat frisk like a good person when they are doing a pacifist path when you know their sins”

“It is so hard. Just glad I don’t have to deal with them any longer.” Classic said.

“Outer what do you think of Error's love for your AU? He likes it a lot, in case you didn't now.”

“A lot of people do. So it’s not unusual. Why’d you ask?” Outer said, grinning like a cheshire cat. 

“Hey Geno, Reaper. you guys are shipped a lot too.”

“Do not remind me.” Geno said, “I had to cut contact with the creators because of that.” 

“I’ve been trying to get to him, but everyone keeps finding ways to keep me away from him.” Reaper said, pouting. 

“papyrus why did you think toriel was asgore's clone?”

“I had never seen her before. What was I supposed to think?” Papyrus said, and Toriel laughed. 

“alphys I think mew mew kissy cutie 2 is better than the first one”

“HOW?! It completely ruins the characters and destroys the world building! How?!” Alphys said and Undyne chuckled as her girlfriend.

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My Multiverse Part 22

Dust looked at his own reflection, a wave of nostalgia hitting him hard. He didn’t see himself in the mirror, he saw Classic. A past he barely thought of, looking at him, it was strange. He never thought he’d see them again, his brother, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, Toriel. When he wasn’t required to kill them for the sake of the multiverse, whenever they crossed his mind he felt warm. A soft feeling of love, and guilt, rushing through as a small stream eroding a smooth bolder. 

“You need to take off your hood. Classic doesn’t wear his hood.” Blue said, peeking out of the dark room. 

“Oh, right.” Dust said as he flipped his hood down, exposing his beaten skull. 

Dust’s skull was scratched and had small dents, they weren’t noticeable is you weren’t looking, but gave him a tired look. As Blue opened the door, Dust walked out and everyone gasped. He looked exactly like Classic, it was scary. 

Killer got up and looked at his brother, a reflection. He wondered if that really was how he had looked, all those years ago. Horror was equally shocked, holding back tears. Sci and Geno weren’t as emotional, they were used to seeing Classic, he was their comrade, but this brought a sense of guilt and sadness in their hearts. 

“They’re us, but left to rot. Alone and scared, I’ve never thought until now how easy was to become them, how I could’ve become them.” Sci said, thinking about how his timeline was, according to Ink the first to break off. 

“Yeah, you know, I’ve actually seen them go down their paths. It was horrifying to see them fall to madness. I remember cheering for them as they triumphed, and crying as they fell.” Geno admitted, sighing. 

“Geno...” Sci said, putting a hand on the white-clad skeleton’s shoulder. 

“It’s why I never fought, I saw them fall to evil. I hated people insulting them, they were insulting me.” Geno continued, hanging his head. 

“What did you think of when you saw and heard about them?” Sci asked, looking over at the family. 

“I wasn’t surprised, but I was disappointed. Looking back, I was just, I don’t know. I felt like I should have done something, like I could have saved them, given then hope, so Nightmare wouldn’t have had to come to them. But seeing them here now, I feel a little less guilty.” Geno said, giving a small chuckle.

“Glad your doing better Geno. And between you, Sci, and I, I personally think that here, they’re doing better than they ever would have with Ink.” Error said, leaning over to them. 

“Yeah. Looking back, Ink always seemed more on guard and professional around me, not the loose and crazy guy Blue and Dream always talked about.” Sci said, “When he would actually interact with me, out of everyone he avoided me the most.” Sci commented. 

“You’re a peculiar one, you never lost your fire or passion. You’ve never had a brother yell at you for being lazy, you’re a different type of alternate timeline, something Ink probably doesn’t know how to deal with.” Error said, relaxing on the couch with a plop. 

“Can you guys come over here and look at this magnificent work?” Blue said, waving over to his three friends. 

The three skeletons looked at Dust, Geno was very impressed and Sci gave Blue and Dust a thumb’s up.

“It’s now or never, Error, open a portal.” Dust said, trembling as he looked at Error. 

The world destroyer obliged and opened a portal to Classic’s sentry station, where he was last seen. Dust took a small step into the original AU and shivered at the cold, no longer used to the cold climate of Snowdin. Error opened another portal for Geno, to the save screen. Geno stepped inside and summoned a screen, showing Dust. With everything set up, Error closed both portals, leaving Dust in the original timeline. 

“Brother! There you are!” Papyrus cried out, stomping over. 

Dust froze, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at Papyrus, his younger brother. 

“H-heya bro. W-were you looking for me?” Dust asked, breathing heavily and trying so pitifully hard to hide his impending mental breakdown. 

“Are you ok brother? You seem sad, is there anything you want to talk about?” Papyrus asked, looking at Dust skeptically. 

“Nope! I’m perfectly fine!” Dust said, walking up to Papyrus, a sad smile on his face. 

“If you say so brother.” Papyrus said, sighing overdramatically, “Anyway! I’m surprised you were not sleeping on the job, good work brother. Since your legally mandated break has come, I suppose you’re off to Grillby’s?” Papyrus said, kneeling down to Dust’s eye level. 

“Actually, I was thinking about helping you make lunch.” Dust said, eager to spend time with his brother, and he had a secret suspicion that he may not enjoy Grillby’s as much as he once did.

“Really?!” Papyrus squealed, pure joy radiating from the energetic skeleton. 

“Yeah. Figured I should spend some time with my awesome brother. It’ll be puntastic.” Dust said, remembering the copious amounts of puns he was due to make. 

“Why must you ruin this incredible moment with puns?” Papyrus cried out, turning his head in disgust. 

“Well, tibia honest, I have been wanting to spend some more time with you. Even if you don’t find my punny puns humerus.” Dust said, laughing at his old jokes, the nostalgia sweet and sour simultaneously. 

“AHH! This wonderful moment has been ruined!” Papyrus cried out, stomping his foot in a tantrum. 

“Well I guess we better hurry home then.” Dust said and Papyrus agreed, leading the skeleton to their house. 

Geno watched from the save screen, sensing Dust’s discomfort and being very alarmed at Papyrus’ attentiveness, or at least how blunt he was. But Geno broke out into cold sweats and anxiety when he remembered the wild card of the Underground, someone who always was one step ahead of you, and knew you dirtiest secrets. Flowey. If they were discovered by the soulless plant, it was game over. 

He opened a second screen and looked over at Flowey’s location, he was in Waterfall, waiting for, Papyrus. Dust broke the script, and Flowey would see that, and the next day Frism would appear in the Underground, Geno pulled out his phone and called Sci, things just got a lot more complicated. 

Flowey was very confused, he was supposed to see Papyrus in a few minutes, but no nyehs could be heard in the distance. He sunk into the ground and reappeared at the skeleton’s front door, and saw him and Sans entering the house. Flowey seethed, that trash bag was messing with the script, again! But why? With a burning curiosity he peeked into the house, and saw them cooking. Sans never cooked with Papyrus, so why were they cooking now? Something was wrong, and Flowey was going to figure out what. 

Geno dialed Sci’s number, praying he was near one of the Dark Sanses, how he cursed himself for not getting Dust’s number. When Sci picked up, Geno explained that Flowey was on to them, and that he needed Sci number immediately. 

“I’ll ask Killer.” Sci said and Geno soon received the number. In a panic he dialed the number and prayed Dust would pick it up. 

“Heya. Sans here-” Dust said, but Geno interrupted him. 

“Flowey is onto us. You broke the script!” Geno cried out and Dust froze. 

“Thanks, but I’m hanging out with my bro. Can’t join you.” Dust said as he hung up, Geno looked at the screen, seeing Papyrus in the room. 

Geno got the message, Dust couldn’t do anything as long as he had a witness, they’d just have to pray Dust could get some alone time and knock some sense into Flowey before he did something really stupid. 

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