#// *punts herself into lava*

[falling-endlessly]

Teknologik

Vox x Vaggie

Summary: Vaggie is a newly fallen soul in hell. In a strange twist of fate, she manages to get tangled up with the infamous TV demon—and now, he won't leave her alone.

Bisexual!Vaggie

Chapter Index Part 2 —>

Part 1: Welcome to hell, we have pastries!

Vaggie wheezed for breath, rolling over onto her side.

Her fingernails dug into the dry dirt as violent coughs wracked her body. It felt like someone had punted her from a skyscraper—with a sledgehammer. Her body trembled from the overwhelming pain, jaw clenched and as she panted heavily. Closing her eyes, she tried to get her breathing in order.

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

Her shoulders relaxed as her heart finally calmed, no longer feeling like it was going to burst out of her chest and start running away. Blearily, her eyes blinked open.

She barely stifled a scream. The sky was red—blood red—and there was a giant pentagram looming over what appeared to be the industrial city that she was currently in. She tugged at her hair, squeezing her eyes shut as she shook her head in disbelief.

No, no, no. This was not happening.

Except it was. Deep down, Vaggie knew she was already dead. Remembered the event in picturesque, horrifying detail even. The garbled screams echoed hauntingly in her ears.

"Shut up!" She hissed, smacking her temple to dispel them.

They slowly faded into nothingness at her command. Vaggie let out a sigh of relief, slumping against a nearby brick wall. She seemed to have landed herself in some kind of barren alleyway, and for that she was the tiniest bit grateful. It meant she was out of trouble—for now.

Vaggie winced as she shakily struggled to her feet. That fall was brutal. Her entire body throbbed with the pain, but strangely, it was rapidly fading. She glanced down to assess the damage, only to slap a hand over her mouth to prevent yet another scream from escaping.

Her skin was grey. Like ash. Not a single hint of the warm brown tone she was used to. It looked...lifeless and eerie. She shivered, resolutely looking straight ahead. Nope, she would deal with it later.

As for now, she glanced warily at the mouth of the alleyway. She needed a plan: how not to fuck herself over in her first hour of literal hell. As much as she wanted to hole up where she was and have a nice mental breakdown, it wouldn't do her any good in the long run. She had to move forward. Cautiously, she creeped towards the opening, pausing and tensing up a couple of times whenever she heard the distant sound of voices. When she finally reached the end, she curiously peeked out, surveying her surroundings with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Dios mío," she whispered under her breath, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

The streets were filled with strange, otherworldly looking humanoid creatures. No two were the same. Vaggie gripped the bricks tighter, unsure of this new development. Most of the creatures seemed to be animal hybrids, but they wore normal human clothing, accommodated to their unique figures. It was far from the burning pits of lava and red skinned, cackling demons with spears she had imagined, but it still made her extremely uneasy. If these were people like her, damned to eternity in hell, then that would mean she would be in close proximity to some of the worst people to ever walk the earth.

Vaggie inhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing heart. Panicking would do nothing except for draw attention to herself, and that was the last thing she wanted right now.

A short distance away, she noticed a dispute between a hybrid lobster and a hybrid ant. Their voices were quickly raising, and the lobster was fingering the gun holstered on his hip. A fight would probably break out any minute now, and she didn't really want to stay and spectate.

As subtly as she could manage, Vaggie slipped into the foot traffic, keeping her chin down but her eyes peeled. Most of the creatures didn't do much to acknowledge her, more focused on getting to their respective destinations.

Her shoulders relaxed a little in relief. That was...surprisingly easy.

Following the road, she observed more of the strange architecture in hell. Some buildings were lit up in bright, neon lights, towering high and well-built. Others were crumbling and worn-down, having definitely seen better days. Small shops lined the street, some of the humanoids entering or exiting like normal civilization. Though, she noticed an air of tension between the people. No one seemed to be relaxed around each other.

So far, everything seemed to be going better than she thought it was going to go. That was, she was in one piece, not burning in a pit of lava or getting whipped by demons, and hell still seemed to have a kind of civilized structure. She was just about to count her blessings, until she ran into a large, hard surface, stumbling back in shock.

"Hey!" Someone barked in front of her, making her freeze. "Watch where the fuck you're going, bitch."

Her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Slowly, she lifted her chin to meet the eyes of a humanoid shark. He paused for a second, giving her a quick once over. Then his face split open in an inhumanly wide grin, rows of razor sharp teeth on display. "Actually," he purred, leaning in close to her face, making her recoil in disgust. His cologne made her eyes water. "You're pretty cute. Say, why don't you and I go out for some drinks? On me of course, baby." He winked.

Vaggie curled her lip, sneering at him. "I think I'll pass, thanks." She analyzed her surroundings for an escape route. To her dismay, no one was paying them a lick of attention, instead choosing to veer around them and continue on their way. Fuck.

His grin stretched wider. "Afraid you don't actually got a choice, hot stuff." He licked his lips, making her tense. "I was just askin' to be polite."

He reached out to grab her arm, but Vaggie was faster. She ducked past him, sprinting through the crowd of people like her life (afterlife?) depended on it.

She heard his angry yells behind her, heaving footsteps in pursuit.

Shitshitshit, she panicked, forcing her legs to pump faster. Daring to glance over her shoulder, her heart nearly stopped when she saw that her pursuer had friends on standby. Because of course he did.

Her only advantage right now was her small stature, allowing her to blend in and weave through the crowd. But they were bigger and faster, and would soon catch up to her. She couldn't outrun them.

Out of desperation, she lunged for the nearest door, not even checking to see what it was as she crouched against the wall. With bated breath, she waited until the heavy footsteps and yelling passed by, before sighing in overwhelming relief.

"Do I look like a homeless shelter to you?" A gruff voice broke her out of her adrenaline-induced trance.

Vaggie glanced up, still panting as she took in the scowling bat humanoid glaring down at her with a whisk in hand. He had an apron on that read 666 bakery, The freshest pastries in hell! and his whisk was slowly dripping batter onto the tiled floor.

Her fraying patience finally snapped, a surge of anger rushing through her like a tidal wave. "Oh, I'm sorry," she spat. "I was too busy trying not to get kidnapped to notice."

The man's features hardened, and he seemed to grow in stature until he was practically looming over her. For a moment nobody breathed, the tense silence suffocating, before the man let out an almighty sigh, rubbing at his temples.

"You're new, yes?" He demanded.

Vaggie blinked, completely thrown off. That was definitely not what she was expecting him to say. But if there was anything she learned from her time alive, it was that volunteering the fact that she was fresh meat was the worst thing she could possibly do in any situation. Her brows drew down defensively as she squared her shoulders. "Of course not."

"Stop this, I can tell," he snapped in annoyance, gesturing to her face. "You look lost, like a baby. It was no wonder they sniffed you out so fast."

Before Vaggie could even open her mouth to retort, he turned around, hands behind his back as he walked back towards his kitchen. He took about four steps before he noticed she wasn't following, and glanced over his shoulder to glare at her. "Well? Are you coming, or do you want to sit there for the rest of the day?"

Vaggie pursed her lips, feeling conflicted. The last time she trusted blindly didn't go too well for her. But what other option did she have? She glanced worriedly out at the street, before sighing in resignation. Rising to her feet and dusting off her already tattered clothes, she nodded at him sharply. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me," he grumbled out, scratching his thick beard. "You looked too pathetic to ignore."

****

Dios mío: Oh my god

Chapter Index Part 2 —>

[gemificationquirk-archived]

“Please don’t look.”

[ Please Don’t Starters: ]

“Ya---” Dia aimed to reach out an place a hand on Yayoi’s shoulder, but was stopped by the student’s plea. Confusion arose, especially now that they could no longer afford to ignore her being like this.

“... Yayoi-chan...”Their frown remained out of worry, but Dia’s expression only softened as they crouched down there behind Yayoi at eye level. Their tone matched their demeanor, a touch of care and tenderness in their voice.

“Please... Let me help you...? Not just as a hero, but as a friend? I want to know what’s wrong...”

[sciatu]

UNO DEI SIMBOLI DELLA SICILIA : MEDUSA

Come saprai il simbolo della Sicilia è costituito dalle tre gambe piegate a rappresentare le tre punte dell’isola e dal volto di una bella donna con serpenti come capelli, un volto della mitologia greca, Medusa. Le tre gambe ricordano i tre promontori siciliani ma erano anche rappresentate nel tempio del dio Baal a Cartagine in Tunisia a simboleggiare i tre elementi dell’universo (Terra, fuoco ed acqua). Il volto di Medusa è una presenza forse anomala, ma nell’antichità veniva sempre raffigurata nei templi e nelle case per scacciare gli influssi negativi e i nemici; il suo stesso nome nel greco antico significava “La Guardiana” “La protettrice”. Medusa però non è solo questo, il suo mito è molto più complesso per essere riassunto in un simbolo contro il male. A seconda di chi ne racconta la sua storia, Medusa è solo un mostro o una bellissima donna come descritta da Ovidio. Una ragazza la cui bellezza stupiva e imbambolava gli uomini. Malgrado la sua bellezza Medusa decise di diventare sacerdotessa di Atena, dea della sapienza, della cultura applicata, ma non dell’amore per cui le sue vestali non dovevano aver mai conosciuto l’uomo. Per questo motivo Medusa lasciò il suo amico d’infanzia Ificle per diventare sacerdotessa di Atena. Mostrando profonda fede e abnegazione as Atena, Medusa ne divenne la sacerdotessa. La bellezza di Medusa era tale che gli uomini partecipavano alle sue funzioni solo per vederla (con grande disappunto di Atena). Poseidone, nemico di Atena, per vendicarsi della preferenza che la città di Atene aveva per la dea, rapì e violentò Medusa sull’altare del tempio di Atena. La dea, furiosa per la profanazione trasformò Medusa in un mostro, dai capelli diventati serpenti ed il volto orribile tanto che chiunque la guardasse diventa di pietra. La sua prima vittima fu proprio Ificle con cui era cresciuta e che l’amava. Fu lui il primo a correre in suo aiuto contro Poseidone e a vederla nella sua nuova forma diventando di pietra. Disperata Medusa, cacciata ed inseguita per essere uccisa, si rifugia in un vecchio tempio dove torna ad onorare Atena. Quest’ultima, colpita dalla sua dedizione malgrado il male ricevuto, non potendo farla tornare ad essere quello che era, dà a Perseo l’Egida, lo scudo con la superfice lucida come uno specchio, ricevuto in dono da Zeus. Lo scudo permette all’eroe greco di uccidere Medusa dal cui sangue nasceranno Pegaso, il bianco cavallo alato simbolo della purezza e Crisone, mitico eroe uccisore degli uomini empi. La testa di Medusa, dopo aver pietrificato Atlante e i rami tagliati nei boschi a creare il corallo, viene collocata da Atena sul suo scudo per difendere e pietrificare i suoi nemici. Medusa appare quindi nella lettura del mito, la vittima della sua bellezza, l’impietosa distruttrice dei suoi nemici, esteriormente mostro, ma interiormente pura e fedele a sé stessa e a quella sapienza che voleva onorare. Non è quindi semplicemente una distruttrice, è la versione mortale di Atena (anche lei rappresentata a volte con serpenti al posto dei capelli) interiormente pura ed onesta malgrado l’orrore che suscitava e le sventure che dalla sua bellezza erano nate. Il simbolo di Medusa non è quindi solo uno scacciare il male ed i nemici, è il simbolo di una terra dall’immensa bellezza, dall’amore per la sapienza, spesso tradita dal destino, ma pronta a distruggere anche chi ama se offesa o aggredita. In fondo, se pensi ai terremoti e alla lava dell’Etna, la forza distruttrice dell’isola, insieme alla sua bellezza non è solo un mito.

As you know, the symbol of Sicily consists of the three legs bent to represent the three points of the island and the face of a beautiful woman with snakes like hair, a face from Greek mythology, Medusa. The three legs recall the three Sicilian promontories but were also represented in the temple of the god Baal in Carthage in Tunisia to symbolize the three elements of the universe (Earth, fire and water). The face of Medusa is perhaps an anomalous presence, but in ancient times she was always depicted in temples and homes to drive away negative influences and enemies; her name in ancient Greek meant "The Guardian" "The protectress". But Medusa is not only this, the myth of her is much more complex to be summed up in a symbol against evil. Depending on who tells her story, Medusa is just a monster or a beautiful woman as described by Ovid. A girl whose beauty amazed and stunned men. Despite her beauty, Medusa decided to become priestess of Athena, goddess of wisdom, of applied culture, but not of love for which her vestals must never have known man. For this reason Medusa left her childhood friend Ificle to become a priestess of Athena. Showing deep faith and self-denial as Athena, Medusa became its priestess. Medusa's beauty was such that men attended her services only to see her (much to Athena's chagrin). Poseidon, Athena's enemy, in revenge for the preference that the city of Athens had for the goddess, kidnapped and raped Medusa on the altar of the temple of Athena. The goddess, furious for her desecration, transformed Medusa into a monster, with hair turned into snakes and her face horrible so that anyone who looked at her became stone. Her first victim was Ificle with whom she had grown up and who loved her. He was the first to rush to her aid against Poseidon and see Medusa in her new form becoming stone. Desperate Medusa, hunted and chased to be killed, she takes refuge in an old temple where she returns to honor Athena. The latter, struck by her dedication in spite of the evil she received, unable to make her go back to being what she was hers, gives Perseus the Aegis, her shield with the surface as shiny as a mirror, received in gift from Zeus. The shield allows the Greek hero to kill Medusa from whose blood will be born Pegasus, the white winged horse, symbol of purity, and Crisone, the mythical hero who kills ungodly men. The head of Medusa, after having petrified Atlas and the branches cut in the woods to create the coral, is placed by Athena on her shield to defend and petrify her enemies. Medusa thus appears in the reading of the myth, the victim of her beauty, the merciless destroyer of her enemies, outwardly monster, but inwardly pure and faithful to herself and to that wisdom that she wanted to honor. She is therefore not simply a destroyer, she is the mortal version of Athena (also represented at times with snakes instead of hair) inwardly pure and honest despite the horror she aroused and the misfortunes that were born from her beauty. The symbol of Medusa is therefore not only a drive away from evil and enemies, it is the symbol of a land of immense beauty, of love for wisdom, often betrayed by fate, but ready to destroy even those she loves if offended or attacked. After all, if you think of the earthquakes and the lava of Etna, the destructive force of the island, together with its beauty, is not just a myth.

[jarakrisafis]

I’m a day late, but alas, work waits for no man (or dwarf, kossith or elf). Tagged by @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold and @lauraemoriarty for a Fic Back Friday. I’ll confess I had absolutely no idea where to start here. Share something a year old... that didn’t actually leave much as I only really got back into writing midway through last year. So I’m going to share Erosion. It’s a short character study involving flashbacks and memories of Shayle. (It’s from my personal fix it where Caridin doesn’t punt himself into a pool of lava because fic is for fixing things). Summary: Of things long passed. Of memories lost to the stone. Of what was and what is. It remains. G rated No warnings beyond Shale’s memory issues. Excerpt: Editors Note: When I first approached Shayle to provide me with an account of what she remembers, she laughed. Obviously I knew she had only recovered some memories, the rest being more than likely permanently lost.

Upon pursuing the topic of her memory loss with Caridin, he told me that all golems have perfect clarity from the moment they are created. Most have no memories prior to that transfer and no personality and they cannot hold any emotional bonds. As such they can tell you exactly what they saw or hold a conversation providing you don't ask them what they feel about it. Only a few, he and his Steel Legion, maintain pre-golem memories and Shayle was a special case as her transfer had been rushed and not entirely successful. The second point he spoke of was regarding the fact that near immortal does not mean indestructable. A golem will not suffer from a lack of food or air, yet a solid enough blow to the head will still cause it injury. Putting together these facts it is clear that Shayle has perfect recall of memories from the point when she was forcibly frozen in the village of Honnleath, while at the same time recalling only parts of previous memories. I made it clear that I wanted her thoughts exactly as she had them and she certainly delivered. There appear to be three main points which can be separated out. Pre-golem memories which are fleeting and often confusing as her golem form does not have the correct reference points to give the memories a solid base. Then a set from while she was a golem in Cadash Thaig, this must have been prior to the loss of Cadash Thaig and the exile of House Cadash. The last are from after she was recovered from the deep roads by a human mage and used in the rebellion against Orlais, and also at times as a experiment for the human to test magical theories on. The account can be confusing until one realises she is relaying memories which we may, with Caridin's journal and with our own experiences, understand, but Shayle herself had no understanding of at the time she recalled them. Warden Constable Duran Aeducan.

[dzamie-oc]

Smaugust 24 - Cloud

Smolder wakes up one morning to find that there is fog. This is rather inconvenient. Will she and her friends prevail over the weather pattern? (1972 words)

cw: My Little Pony, Smolder x Gallus

Smolder slowly returned to consciousness. The young dragoness began to yawn and stretch, only to find both movements impeded by something warm and fluffy. With her eyes not yet quite willing to offer their services, Smolder instead chose to pat around the fluffy area with her hands and, if it came to that, legs and tail. Fluff, fluff, feathers... In her half-awake state, she decided to make a poor decision, and nuzzle into the strange fluff and lick it.

Tastes like griffon.

With her mind slowly working out an updated hypothesis, Smolder finally convinced her eyes to offer their expertise in identifying things. She was met with a sea of blue, and successfully determined that she was, for whatever reason, snuggled up to Gallus. The dragon let out a soft sigh of relief. Even if he were to wake up right now, Gallus was the only of her friends at the School of Friendship who wouldn't breathe a word of this to anycreature else.

In fact, her sleepy mind argued, Gallus was very warm, and soft, and an excellent pillow. Smolder could, if she wanted, simply remain in bed with him and pretend to wake up when he did. Nobody would ever know. With her claws full of his fluffy fur and feathers, it would be as simple as closing her eyes and holding him close, like a new dress in the style of Prench nobility, circa 800 CE (Celestial Era).

However, she also reasoned that just because her bed contained only them, that didn't mean Ocellus wouldn't wake up before the snoozing catbird. Rooster though he may be, Gallus was anything but an early riser. So, with great reluctance, Smolder threw the sheets off of her and rolled out of bed. As she landed and looked back at the griffon, who had unconsciously fluffed out his feathers from the sudden lack of sheets, lessons from Professor Fluttershy ran through her head, refusing to leave until she flipped the sheets back down over him. Unlike Professor Fluttershy probably would, though, Smolder had no intention of tucking him in. That, she had a specific technique for, and used for interrogation, to trap someone in their sheets until she learned exactly how many boxes of tea they saw fall out of her bag, and why that number was actually zero, if they knew what was good for them. So the blue birb stayed untucked, and Smolder turned her gaze to the rest of her room.

To the rest of... Gallus's room, she corrected. And Sandbar's too, but the pony was mercifully missing. The dragoness stretched again, wondering just what had happened last night that she got in the wrong bed. Probably truth or dare. That was usually what caused these things. She thought about sneaking peeks through the boys' stuff, both for hoard and blackmail reasons, and maybe friendship reasons if somecreature caught her, but then realized she didn't give two scales about what deep dark secrets Gallus and Sandbar might have. The thought of getting dressed and leaving before he noticed entered her mind, but then the rest of her mind reminded her that she spent almost all of her time naked. Another, sharper thought poked in, pressing about that "almost," but a quick scan of the room showed absolutely zero frilly, fancy dresses.

With that, there was but one thing left to do. The young dragon turned the handle of the door and pulled. If anycreature asked, she wasn't sleeping with Gallus, she was trying to prank Sandbar, but found him MIA.

Fortunately for Smolder, there was nocreature around to ask what she was doing in Gallus's room. Unfortunately for Smolder, there was a solid wall of fog. She rolled her eyes and started to call up some fire, then woke up just a bit more and remembered that fire plus buildings equals very bad. So, the slow method. The dragon stepped back, breathed a bit of fire onto her claws, and began to wave her claws easily through the thick, ground-level cloud, grumbling to herself. She would never regret the ability to fly, nor would she ever long for the days before her first molt, when she was small enough that adolescent dragons were liable to "accidentally" punt her into a lava pool, but her wings certainly came with downsides.

Just then, a wicked idea came to her. "Well, they say misery loves company," she muttered, as she walked back to the sleeping griffon. Smolder leaned over Gallus's head, cupped her claw to her muzzle, and whispered, "Sandbar's straight."

She leapt back and took flight as the blue griffon jolted awake. "Ponyfeathers!" he exclaimed, landing on all fours on his bed with his wings flared in a defensive stance. As his mind and body caught up to each other, he registered the orange dragoness flapping in place in the middle of his room. He refolded his wings and glared accusingly at Smolder. "What are you doing in my room?" he demanded.

"Whispering sweet little lies into my favorite rooster's ear," she deadpanned, "but actually, I neither know nor really care. We're fogged in here."

Gallus growled at her response, but surprise and incredulity swiftly overtook anger, and he looked to where she was pointing out the door. "We're... how are we fogged in? We're indoors!" he protested, trotting forward to press his own claws through the wall of cloud. He stuck his head in, trying to peer up and down the hallway, then pulled it back out, leaving an avian dent in the fog. "We should tell Professor Rain- wait, hold on," he said, "Professor Rainbow Dash is on the weather team, isn't she? When she's not here or on the Wonderbolts. What gives?"

Smolder shrugged. "I'd say Discord, but the fog doesn't taste like muffins or sulfur. It's just normal fog."

"Normal fog that's in the building." Gallus corrected, flatly.

Another shrug. "Maybe it's a pony thing. Now c'mon, help me dig us out. I'm gonna make for the main hall, or maybe Headmare Starlight's office. You tunnel to the other rooms; 'Cell and Silverstream should be able to help."

Just before Smolder could blow more flame on her claws, Gallus cut in. "Hold up. You woke me up, from quite possibly one of the best dreams a griff of my tastes could have at my age, by lying about Sandbar's sexuality, after YOU found yourself in MY room, all because you wanted me to dig through some clouds?"

Smolder fluttered her eyes at him, though the wicked smirk just below gave away her true intentions. "But Gallus, friendship is about helping others. Isn't it so nice of you to help me, your friend, dig our way out of here?"

Gallus stepped back up to the fog and began clawing through. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I've kicked ponies' flanks for less than that," Smolder shot back as she lit up her claws again, using the heat to cut wider swathes of fog.

The griffon grinned, cocky. "By the scales in my sheets, maybe my flanks are destined for other thi- CAW!" Gallus's taunt was cut short when a burning-hot claw made itself known to his furry, blue hindquarters. He looked back to see the dragoness smirking at him while she idly waved her claws through the fog.

"There's another thing, catbird."

Gallus sat back on his haunches and brought his forelegs up in a T shape. "Alright, time out here. Before we get too far along in our respective paths, is this the sort of thing that's building enough sexual tension to resolve in a passionate makeout or more, or should we put it on the backburner until we're alone and away from the others again?" He points down each direction. "Because I'm not about to shout playful mockery down an entire hall."

Smolder regarded her friend in front of her, and wondered to herself whether he knew he had started fluffing himself up again. "It's way too early in the morning for that stuff," she eventually replied. "See you further along. Or in the main hall if you're a slowpoke."

"Love to hear it," Gallus called back as he started to carve an entrance around the first door. Smolder reapplied her fire and watched the fog melt before her claws, wishing that she could just skip the middlemare and blaze a trail right through.

"Oh, hey Yona," she heard the griffon say, muffled through fog and a door, "I have a favor to ask..."

---

"CHAAAAARGE!!" Gallus yelled from further back. Smolder hung on tight to Yona's back as the yak galloped through the fog, her flightless body passing through it like Smolder could pass through lava. Sticking out of her thick, insulating coat were a number of burning wooden remains of Yona's first bed. One of the ones that wasn't yak-proof. With Gallus calling directions and Smolder making sure the wood was on fire and Yona was not, the yak punched through the low-lying cloud easier than Professor Rarity could poke a needle through fabric. Smolder braced herself as Gallus called "Left!" and then they could see their goal: having cleared a path through the dormitories and the main hall, they were finally in sight of Headmare Starlight's office.

Smolder crawled forward on her friend's back and snuffed out each torch, relying on the residual heat to not knock her off until they were all out. "Alright, Yona, you're good!" the dragon called just before a thicker bit of fog swept her off of the yak and slowed her fall as she made a dragon-shaped hole in the condensation. Yona managed to stop before crashing into the door, and Smolder got up, brushed herself off, and helped Gallus dig the rest of the way. As they approached the door, they heard muffled voices. Headmare Starlight sounded frantic and defensive, and Professor Rainbow Dash sounded beyond miffed.

Yona knocked, and to the testament of the school's construction, the door remained on its hinges. The two mares inside went quiet, until Starlight called out, "come in!"

The three of them walked in. Yona greeted both the ponies, and they waved back, though Rainbow soon resumed glaring at Starlight. In almost unison, Gallus and Smolder asked, "so what's up with the fog?"

Starlight smiled a bit too wide. "Would you believe it's a friendship exercise?"

"Yona sooner believe Sandbar can fly."

Rainbow Dash pointed a hoof at the headmare. "Starlight, here," she said, emphasizing her friend's name, "thought she'd lighten my load for teaching you kids about stratus clouds and sticking together. So she made a spell that created a bunch of stratus clouds." Her hoof fell. "At ground level." She blinked and tilted her head at the trio. "Say, it took me nearly two hours to get here, and I used to be captain of the weather team. How did you get here so early?"

The three friends smiled at each other.

"Yak smash!"

"Dragonfire..."

"And good old griffon cleverness."

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"So yeah," Smolder said through her mouthful of emeralds, "that's why Professor Dash didn't give the three of us homework today."

Sandbar groaned. "I'm happy for you two, but that's so lucky. If I'd woken up at the door instead of Yona..."

"Hey, the early dragon gets the homework exemption."

"Don't worry, Sandbar," Ocellus added, "you can study with Silverstream and I."

"Yona help, too," Yona added, "yaks good at smashing clouds, not at knowing different kinds of clouds."

Silverstream smiled brightly at the dragon and griffon. "Ooh, do you think you'll come too?"

Gallus shook his head. "Maybe another time, but we'll be taking our reprieve and chilling like the winners we are."

As the conversation drifted to other things, Gallus caught Smolder's eye. There was a brief, silent conversation, before the griffon mouthed, "your room or mine?"

Smolder smiled.

[hoshinokaabiivevo-blog]

Yes. Kirby goes to heck.

Obviously, being a Kirby game and all, it won’t have the rings for Lust or Heresy, but I feel as if the rest fits the original text close enough. I did quite a bit of research on this, but if I missed anything, feel free to criticize or suggest changes! This is also not meant to be speculation on a future Kirby game, this is solely made for fun.

PLOT

It’s a beautiful winter day in Dream Land, and Kirby and Bandanna Waddle Dee are making the best of it with a snowball fight. However, near the end of it, Kirby sees a strange red girl trudging around and shivering heavily. He doesn’t even notice Bandanna Dee smack him upside the head when he sees her fall to the ground. They rush over to her and quickly bring her to Kirby’s house, where they get her hot cocoa and a nice warm blanket. She doesn’t say anything, but they can tell she’s grateful for their help.

Out of nowhere, a giant purple hand bursts from the fireplace and grabs the girl. Kirby is taken aback, but he quickly jumps onto the fist and tries to pry it open. The hand then retreats back into the fireplace, carrying them down with it as the fire immediately puts itself out. As Kirby and the girl are dragged further and further down, he finally manages to loosen the grip, and they hit the hard, warm ground. Bandanna Dee runs out of the house in search for help as a cold wind blows through the home and slowly begins forming frost on everything.

As Kirby regains consciousness, the girl can be heard apologizing to him at breakneck speed, asking him what his name is, if he knows King Dedede, and how can he stand that awful cold weather? She stops herself, takes a very deep breath, and then starts again from the beginning, introducing herself as Datura. She says she was forced from her lean-to in Dreamland by the Demon King's forces, whom she was spearheading a rebellion against. She apologizes again to Kirby and offers to return him home now that she’s safe, and maybe get King Dedede’s help in overthrowing the Demon King.

Kirby being Kirby accepts her offer wholeheartedly as they make their way through the strange world, which Datura refers to as Underland. On their journey, they encounter quite a bit of transformed Kirby’s enemies from Dreamland, guess someone’s really pulling out all the stops in stopping them! After defeating a transformed Whispy Woods, they see the evil tree disappear in a blue flame and return to where he was once rooted. Kirby attempts to travel back though the flame, but it closes just before he can get through.

Back in Dreamland, Captain Vul is dusting the Halberd’s controls (while Meta Knight reads a book) when Javelin Knight bursts in, carrying Bandanna Dee in its tractor beam. After dropping the terrified Dee, he tells the Captains all about what happened with the girl, the clawed hands bursting from the fireplace, and Kirby’s disappearance. As they discuss this, Sailor Waddle Dee is spooked in the engine room when a demonic face cackles in the ship’s furnace and brings forth a plume of lava. He runs for his life, barely getting away as less-lucky Meta-Knights are sucked into it.

The Halberd is filling with magma as Sailor Dee bursts into the room with the four, the lava mere seconds from torching all of them. Vul and Javelin opt to go down with the ship and draw their weapons as a monster bursts from the lava. Meta Knight hesitates, but nods and evacuates the ship with the Waddle Dees in tow.

Now with the only thing untouched being the ship’s “mask”, the three puffs begin to look for an exit. At this point, Bandanna Dee realizes the ship isn’t on fire; it’s being dragged down to where Kirby was! Meta Knight punts him safely away into a snowbank and is snatched by a chain and dragged into the portal after attempting to fly off with Sailor Dee. Pulling himself out, Bandanna Dee stares in horror at the giant scorch mark left where the Halberd once was as another harsh gust of wind blows.

Going through the second level, Kirby comes across a delightful assortment of food prepared by a rather hefty-looking man. He graciously allows Kirby his pick of anything he’d like, but Datura is mildly suspicious, being as they just went through a bunch of gross swampland and are suddenly treated with spotless food. Her suspicious prove correct, as when Kirby accidentally touches his staff with a Maxim Tomato upon it, he roars and transforms into a skeletal wraith and all of the food turns into sand.

After defeating him, another swordsman calling himself Sir Erebus suddenly pops out of nowhere, accusing Kirby of being a “terrifying pink beast”, insults him on his eating habits, and demands that he duel him. Datura sighs and tells him to back off, defending the little puff from becoming a shish-kebab. He scoffs but considering that he’d just witnessed Kirby obliterate Munch-A-Lot, he backs down. He watches them as they leave, taking in the girl’s appearance as he produces a very familiar sword from his cape.

Bandanna Dee makes it to Dedede’s castle, snuffing out every single flame he can find. He kinds the monarch, and desperately tries to warn him about what’s happening, but Dedede is far too chilly to focus on what he has to say. He proceeds to press a button, turning on a gigantic fireplace, and plopping down in a chair right in from of it. Frozen in abject shock, Bandanna Dee can only stare at the massive wall of fire as tendrils begin to branch from it, dragging other Waddle Dees and Waddle Doos into it. One nearly sucks him in, but Dedede blocks it and is taken instead. As the fire goes out this time, it instantly transforms into ice, knocking Bandanna Dee out as the castle’s insides start freezing over.

Going through Bruiser’s Brimstone, Dedede himself shows up at the end, decked out in much more menacing garb, and fleeing from Sir Erebus, who creates a horrifying gigantic mishmash of Waddles in the shape of Dark Matter. After defeating it, they split apart and disappear one by one in small blazes, all of which Kirby is too slow to catch up with. Datura is excited to finally meet Dedede himself and relays her pleas to him.

Long ago, the good Queen Belladonna ruled Underland, but her reign of prosperity was cut short when the Demon King attacked her and turned her to stone. She was working in a still-unnoticed village to find a way to overthrow him, and they decided that the world above in Dreamland could help them out. She feared that they’d been found out when strange warm patches showed up in the midst of winter. This lead her to try and get to his castle even quicker, only to be lost when an even stranger freak blizzard whipped up.

Knowing that this will mess his kingdom up just as much as this one, Dedede agrees to help. The three then continue on their journey as Sir Erebus watches them trek onwards. While they make it to the village, their path is suddenly blocked; it’s the Halberd, transformed into a monstrous beast! Worried for Meta Knight’s safety, Kirby rushes into the jaws, with a frenzied Dedede and Datura following suit. Inside the monster, they can see that the Meta-Knights have also been transformed into monsters as well.

Datura wagers that if they can defeat the core, then the poor crew should return to normal, just as the Waddles did. Fighting their way through the monster, they make it to the center where they find Meta Knight chained to Wolfwrath. Upon freeing him and defeating the monster, they get to the power core. Deeply sighing and rolling his eyes, Meta Knight slashes it to bits. The Halberd starts to violently convulse and shake as it returns to being machinery, and all of the Meta-knight return to normal. Oddly, everything except for the four heroes disappears around them, and Meta Knight’s creepy costume remains unchanged.

Undeterred by any and all of this, Datura rushes through the gates of the village. As the other three enter, they notice a few things. Most people are scared of Kirby, indifferent of Meta Knight, and impressed by Dedede. None of them are really certain what to make of it, but when Datura speeds into them with her arms full of scrolls, they reckon they’ve got more pressing things to worry about.

Tossing various renditions about the queen at them, including a false crown, Datura explains to everyone that these three strange men have come to save them. She tells them all about their heroic deeds until they can get past Kirby's terrifying cuteness. With all of this new information learned by each party, Datura and the rest of the townspeople conjure up all of their magic to send her and the three back home.

Everything isn’t well in their homeland, however. The weather is more frightful than ever, and her lean-to has been obliterated by the storm. She breaks down, unable to keep a happy face any longer. Kirby tries to cheer her up, brushing her tears and hair out of her face to reveal three small eyes on the other side of her face. It reminds him of the drawing of the queen, and when he looks back at the scrolls, he realizes that one of the paintings of her has been altered...

Unsure of what else to do, Datura decides to continue with her quest elsewhere, but the trio won’t leave her side. They head through Fraud’s Furnace and confront Sir Erebus. After defeating him, Kirby takes the crown and places it on her head, confusing her. She only understands what he’s getting at when Meta Knight kneels and Dedede pats her on the back. The Demon King then bursts from the ground and punches Kirby through a portal back to Dreamland, grabbing the three others and roaring.

Awakening in Dreamland, Kirby barely recognizes it. It’s an artic wasteland, with frozen creatures left and right, the ones untouched swarming around Flaming Leos for warmth. Even when Kirby comes across the Halberd, he can see all of the knights weak and huddled close against the howling winds. All hope seems lost.

That is until, Dedede opens up a portal in Underland and yanks Kirby through. With the gang reunited, they set out to rescue Datura. They set out across Demon’s Ditches, but get stopped by Sir Erebus right at the end. He says he should have destroyed them while he had the chance, blames them for her abduction, and a whole lot of other nasty stuff.  When he collapses after his defeat, Kirby and see not only that he has three eyes behind his shattered mask, but the insignia of three eyes on his breastplate.

Sir Erebus reveals the truth: he was controlled as a puppet by the Demon King to find the lost princess, and was the queen’s knight. Datura is the daughter of Queen Belladonna, and the true heir to the throne. Before Belladonna’s death, he’d promised to keep her safe and unknowing of her royal birthright, but her meddling with revolution made her a prime target for the Demon King to discover her true identity. With his last amount of strength, he opens the gate to Demon King’s castle and begs them to save her or all hope will be lost.

It’s oppressively hot inside the castle, which starkly contrasts to the iced-over Dreamland. Sweating their way through the building, they find Datura inside of a cage made of ice, impossibly so. The Demon King seems to understand their confusion and explains that this plan was to steal all the warmth from Popstar and bring it to Underland so that he may burn anyone in his path, starting with Dreamland. He then proceeds to lay the smackdown on Kirby whilst Meta Knight and Dedede sneak over to the cage and free her. Engaged by their actions, the Demon king claims he would have spared their lives in exchange for eternal servitude and restores their original looks.

The Demon King transforms into a nine-tailed fox to try and stop them from escaping the castle but fails as they manage to squeak past. He transforms again, this time growing two extra arms and three massive eyes on his chest, but he’s destroyed when Kirby brings one of the castle towers crashing down on his head, crushing him. To add insult to injury, the ice proceeds to melt him and reduce him to nothing but a puddle of acid on the ground, the crown floating in it.

With the evil defeated, the kingdom of Underland is restored, Datura becomes queen, Kirby and his friends return home, and Bandanna Dee gets a long nap in a warm bed.

GAMEPLAY

5 new abilities!

Cleric Kirby (based off of a Kannushi, or a Shinto priest)! Keep any monsters away with a magical shield and use your nusa to smack through their ranks!

Witch Kirby! Use magic spells to help you out with puzzles!

Beast Kirby! …yeah, it’s just a reskinned Animal Kirby with some buffs.

Bat Kirby! Float on the breeze and emit sonic screams!

Imp Kirby! Need a break? Will your opponents into fighting each other!

Boss Battles

Spooky Woods

Duke Munch-A-Lot

Waddle Amalgam

Wolfwrath

Sir Erebus

Midboss Medley (via Erebus)

Demon King

Buddy System! Use friends (i.e. Datura, Dedede, Meta Knight) or other helpers to take over a level for a short amount of time. Of course, running out of HP with any character is an instant game over.

Datura: Powerful offense and puzzle solving capability, but very poor defense.

Meta Knight: Plays the same as in Return of Meta Knightmare, though with quicker attacks and higher jumps/airtime while flying.

Dedede: Plays the same as in Dededetour, though with a stronger attack.

Sir Erebus (only in Bandana Quest): Good with distracting and dodging enemies, but combos take a bit long to charge up.

LEVELS

Loner’s Ledge

Gourmand’s Glade

Bruiser’s Brimstone

Meta’s Knightmare

Fraud’s Furnace

Demon’s Ditches

Snowball’s Chance

COLLECTIBLES

The collectibles here are pieces of statues, each one building up to a Kirby final boss. Upon their restoration, they’ll occasionally have offerings or toys placed upon their stands, be covered in graffiti, or both when the game is booted up. Each one has a plaque with a quote upon it, which also changes every time it’s played. Of course, there’s still one statue left unbuilt, which you receive by completing…

BANDANNA QUEST

In a truncated version of the main story, Bandanna Dee is the one this time to journey into Underland, bringing a muffin basket for the princess as a coronation gift. Of course, bringing food around very hungry and very aggressive Underlanders probably won’t end well. Upon reaching the final level, however, you end up awakening the restless spirit of Queen Belladonna, and the only way she will relent is if you defeat her. Upon succeeding, you’ll get both her statue and the ability to listen to all of the bosses’ theme songs.

[terrific-togekiss]

Great ideas @justcallmespike! I would love to see Sonic Heroes 2 as well. Here's some ideas for what the Team Blasts could be.

• Team Sonic Team Blast: Sonic Boom - Knuckles calls on the Master Emerald (via Tails and The Tornado carrying it) granting Sonic Chaos Energy, engulfing him in it as he charges up a spindash. Knuckles then punches Sonic's spindash, as he flies towards the enemies, with Tails in The Tornado planting homing reticles on the opponents.

• Team Dark Team Blast: Supporting Me... And Gems?! - Rouge steals dozens of fake, grey colored Chaos Emeralds, as Shadow charges them with Chaos energy. Their hoisted into the air, as Omega guns them down, raining down shattered gems onto the enemies. Freezing them in time as well.

• Team Rose Team Blast: Nature's Sweet Passion - Cream calls on hundreds of Chao, via a Chao whistle, with all of them curling up into a ball and balancing on Big's umbrella. Amy would then swing her Piko Piko Hammer, forming a heart filled Tornado that sends the Chao into multiple directions at foes. The Chao are laughing all the way.

• Team Chaotix Team Blast: Computer Room Found! - Vector pulls out a laptop and pays a for series of flying security cameras. Don't worry about bills. Espio turns invisible and trips the security, causing the cameras to focus on him and try to shoot down Espio, hurting enemies as collateral damage. Charmy would then toss bee pollen into the cameras, causing them to malfunction and blow up on the foes. This also reveals any hidden rooms.

• Team Rush Team Blast: New Future La La! - Blaze turns into Burning Blaze and combines her powers with Silver's to open up multiple space-time rifts all over the stage. Marine jumps into one, cloaking herself in water, as she travels across the rifts to hit multiple foes, before chunks of lava are sent out of the space time rifts.

• Team Hooligan Team Blast: Triple Trouble - Bean would conjure up multiple bombs, before being comedically crushed under their weight, with Bark tossing them into the air. Fang would keep them into the air, by shooting the bomb pile with his pop gun, until their far away from it. Bean pops out of the bomb pile and kicks it down to the enemies, before casually floating down to the ground, like nothing happened.

• Team Rouges Team Blast: Un-Gravitify - All three of the Babylon Rouges would use the Ark of the Cosmos to leave the enemies in zero gravity. Storm claps his hands, forming a giant thunder storm, as Jet pulls out his Bashōsen fans and sends the storm towards the suspended enemies. With Wave getting on her board and controlling the storm in one place, before it blows in multiple directions.

• Team Chaos Team Blast: Open Your Hardrive - Tikal would pray to the Master Emerald, cloaking her in Chaos energy, as Gemerl scans her for data. This gives him the power to turn into Ultimate G-Merl and fire multiple missiles and lasers at Chaos. They stay suspended, before being spat out at enemies. Chaos can also spit up items.

• Team Metal Team Blast: What We're Made Of - Metal Sonic begins scanning data on all the enemies before turning into Neo Metal Sonic and absorbing Metal Knuckles and Tails Doll. Using their combined power to rush enemies and hack into helper bots that aid in destroying them.

• Team Mania Team Blast: Encore Mode Classic - Mighty pulls out a pair of Ring Powers and tosses a pair to Ray. Classic Sonic would curl up into a spin ball, as Mighty and Ray play a game of pinball with Classic Sonic in the middle. Classic Sonic charges up a ton of energy, before Mighty punts him into the ground, creating a huge explosion. This can also rack up a ton of rings.

[spinach-productions]

Wilted Spinach, part 7.1

This one is in two parts because I'm not a good person.  Also because I like the way it breaks this bit in half.

Summary: But the front door was open when I got back and he was gone and I don’t know where he went!

Papyrus is worried, Sans is drunk.  Undyne is so done.

Word count: 1453

Captain Undyne has been head of the Royal Guard since she destroyed the last captain at arm-wrestling and took the title as her prize. She hand-picks and trains civilians into hardened soldiers ready to give their lives to protect the king.  She can lift three times her weight, she can catch a projectile out of mid-air, she can hit any target within a hundred-foot radius with only one eye to aim.

She is also part fish, and Hotland is made of lava.  

The heat either cooks or dries out anything that steps off the Waterfall docks, which is why Undyne is currently topping off her water bottle at the community 'Welcome to Hotland' water cooler before she continues the walk to Alphys’ apartment.  She could, technically, ask the Riverperson to drop her off at Alphys' house.   Undyne could also, technically, give up her post at Waterfall and start a career growing turnips in Tem Village. They're equally likely to happen.

Undyne first met Alphys while on security detail for an experiment that needed to be moved from Alphys’ personal lab to the royal lab.  She’d volunteered, hoping to see some cool magic or weapons the royal lab might be developing.  Turns out there were neither cool magic nor weapons, but there was Alphys, who stuttered and stumbled and blushed bright red when Undyne shook her hand. They struck up a conversation when Undyne mentioned she’d been hoping to see a giant sword, and agreed to hang out to watch some movies involving giant weaponry.  A few months later, anime night began.  Alphys is interesting; Undyne likes that.

“How can I ever know your heart/ If my magic kiss is keeping up apart—”

Undyne's pulls the ringing phone from her pocket as she passes the reception area for the lab.  The caller ID reads Tall Weenie; she taps the talk button.  “Yo.”

“UNDYNE THANK GOODNESS,” Papyrus screams from the other end.  He's loud enough that Undyne fumbles the phone to get it away from her ear.  “I’m so glad I could reach you, something terrible has happened and I don’t know what to do!  I put Sans to bed an hour ago but now he’s not there—”

“Paps—”

“—gone somewhere else but I don’t know where that is, what if he’s wandered off and hurt himself or fallen off a cliff or made friends with the neighbors—”

“Papyrus,” Undyne says, invoking her stern Royal Guard Captain voice, “Slow down and take a deep breath.”

Papyrus gasps in a huge breath and lets it back out.  It sounds like a sob.

“Good.  Now, start from the beginning: what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry for shouting.  It’s just, I found Sans (he was at a bar, a BAR of all places) and I put him to bed, and since there wasn’t any food in the house I went out to get some.  But the front door was open when I got back and he was gone and I don’t know where he went!”

“Where have you looked?”

“EVERYWHERE!”  Papyrus’ voice sounds like it’s coming from inside a washing machine.  “He’s not in our old apartment, he must have gone somewhere else!”

“Calm down, Paps.  You said he was short, right?  He must have short legs, he can’t have gone far.”

“I'm just so worried, Undyne, what if something happened to him? He wasn't himself at the bar (actually he was really drunk, which is pretty strange—”

Undyne hears a shuffling noise, followed by something crashing loudly to the ground.  She looks over her shoulder and sees that the door to the lab is ajar.

“Ow,” says someone from inside.

“—since he doesn't hardly drink at all as far as I know),” Papyrus continues, oblivious to the possible break in.  “You need details about him, right?  That’s what happens in all the police shows when they look for missing brothers.  He's four-foot-nothing, smells like ketchup and bad puns, last seen wearing a blue jacket and fuzzy slippers—”

Whoever is in the lab apparently doesn't care about stealth, since they’re muttering to themselves as they stumble around.  “Where the hell is Gerald when you need him...?”

“—and make sure he eats something, please!  He keeps condiment packets in his second left-hand pocket at all times, so that will be easy enough—”

“Papyrus, I'll call you back.”

Undyne hangs up.  She stalks to the entrance and peers carefully through the open doors.  The royal lab is dark and empty, since the intruder apparently doesn't care about lights and seems to have tripped over the main monitor’s cord on the way past.  They've also knocked all the papers and pens off the reception desk and left a long line of displaced furniture on their way through the building, but nothing seems to be irreparably broken.

“Huh,” says Undyne.

She follows the trail of clumsiness through the building to the exit (stopping briefly to straighten a figurine on Alphys' desk).  The automatic doors open on one of the many platform paths that lead through Hotland. 

A sad pile of bones and blue fabric lies a few steps further down the path. It’s muttering to itself.  It sounds annoyed. 

Undyne approaches the pile.  “Hey,” she calls, prodding it with the tip of her boot, “Are you Sans?”

“Who’s askin’,” the pile grumps back.

She lowers herself to sit on the ground.  “Friend of Paps’.  He’s pretty worried about you.”

The bones and fabric slowly resolve into a short skeleton wearing a dirty hoodie.  He rolls over and glares suspiciously.  “What do YOU know about Paps?”

“I know he doesn’t deserve what you’re putting him through,” Undyne replies.

Sans lays back down.  “He doesn’t deserve any of this.  He’s gone in most of the times, and I, I didn’t even protect him.”

“From what?”

“From the kid. Or the future, or from grieving everybody, or anything.”

“You’re drunk.”

“YOURE drunk,” Sans accuses without sitting up.

Undyne decides she’s not getting any more answers from this guy. She grabs Sans’ jacket and uses it to haul him to his feet.  “Okay, time to get going.  Paps is probably checking the pipes for you by now.”

Sans knocks her hands away.  “Don’t touch me.”  He starts to stagger away from the lab.  “I remember. I have to go.  Everyone’s waiting for me.”

Undyne watches him go.  It feels like watching a small child who insists they can do something clearly beyond their abilities.  She weighs the pros and cons of leaving him here.  Pro: she wouldn’t have to deal with this.  Con: Sans is heading towards the core, and Papyrus would be devastated if something happened to his idiot brother.  Undyne sighs and follows Sans down the path.

“Come on, buddy,” she says, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop this sad two-person parade, “It’s time to—”

There’s a sudden crackle of energy, and Sans is no longer under her hand. Undyne gets the impression of blue-white light racing across the landing away from her, and when she blinks, Sans is standing on the other side of the path.  From this distance, she can see how much effort he’s putting into holding himself together.  He looks worn out and worn down, but on top of that, he looks furious.

“I have been punted out of my own timeline,” he says with angry sobriety Undyne hasn’t seen in him until now, “I have been yanked around dozens of different possible futures.  I’ve seen the Underground fall, I’ve seen the royal family murdered.  I’ve had to live under your regime, and under Metatton’s conspiracy government, and under Alphys’ best guess, and under Papyrus’ best guess, and in complete anarchy, and at several non-linear points in time I have even lived under the rule of a SMALL DOG. Do you know what having a small dog as monarch does to people?!”

Undyne, who is the local authority for both Snowdin and Waterfall, has heard her share of tipsy stories.  This one is not impressive.  “Okay, what I got from that is that you’re drunk and you need to get out some of aggression before you go home.”  She summons a spear and slams the blunt end into the ground.  “So consider this a favor for Paps.  Let’s go.”

One of Sans’ eyes has gone out.  The other lights up bright blue, illuminating the socket from within. “You want to fight, huh,” he grits out.  Sans mimes grabbing something out of the air with both hands and yanking it violently upward; an enormous canine skull materializes in a blaze of blue magic.  It emanates a staticky roar that makes the dry ground rumble.

Undyne grins.

“Okay.  Let’s fight.”

 Author’s note: when this was planned as a comic, Sans was going to speak in typos.  It was Jinny’s idea, and it didn’t work out in writing but I wanted you guys to know because it’s hilarious.

- Wilted Spinach - PART 7.1

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