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Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #24

Chapter 24: Drama

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. ^_^

You know...I used to love darkness. It was the one element that felt the most kind to me. Now it's a different story. At this point I hate it. Nothing good comes when I'm in darkness anymore. If I'm not dreaming then I'm being used by a maniacal scientist as his personal experiment.

{What are you doing here?}

Or this crap happens.

"Seeing as I don't get a choice in these matters, I should be asking you that. So...Why am I here, Chara?"

{Go away.}

"Why so serious? You've been avoiding me like the plague."

{You've been listening to Gaster behind my back.}

I sigh.

"Are we really about to do this?"

{Do what?}

"A childish back and forth of 'how could you do this' b.s."

{I warned you not to trust him. And what do you do? You cut deals with him.}

"You've been rummaging in my head. Not very nice of you, bro."

{Don't call me bro. Family doesn't backstab family.}

"Heh...You've been dead so long you forget what humanity is like. And I didn't backstab anyone."

{Yes you did!}

"How? How does seeking aid from the best source of soul knowledge so I don't go kill-crazy backstab you or the family?"

{That's not the point! You didn't listen to me! Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me?!}

Where is this coming from?

"Dude, calm down. You're a kid. A dead kid. You should be used to no one listening."

The darkness rumbles with thunder. Energy swirls around like wind or unseen water. A form begins to take shape, distinctly that of a male child. The boy is pale-skinned, has bright pink cheeks, piercing red eyes, as well as light brown hair, and dressed in a red sweater with a black stripe across the middle, black pants, and brown boots. This is Chara...at least...Chara pre-death. And oddly he's intimidating.

{I am so sick and tired of people not listening to me.}

"*scoff* Join the club, kid. You really think I ended up here because others heard what I had to say? You can't expect me to ignore help because you tell me no. It's MY soul. MY problems. And I will deal with them MY way. Not anyone else's."

The energy gets stronger. It's starting to become visible as it clashes around him.

{Not again...I won't let it happen again...}

I don't like the looks of this. But what can I do about it? It's not like I have power here.

"Look, I'm sorry if I piss you off. I have an annoying tendency to do that. It's not intentional. I..."

{I won't let you kill Asriel again!}

Confusion seems to be my normal state of mind these days. Does he actually mean me? Is he having a moment like Sans and thinks I'm Frisk? Could he even be thinking of Gaster? Or is he calling out all the other past humans to fall before me? Either way, I'm not going to get through to him. The look in those eyes of his gives me the message loud and clear. Talking is pointless. Now I'm left to do the one move I've done all my life...brace for impact.

{Not again! NEVER AGAIN!}

As expected, his rage causes the energy to lash out at me and all I can do block. Damn things cut like knives. I can't tell if bleeding is possible here but it feels like it.

"*mutter* Geez...And I thought I had issues. *grunt* No one is out to kill Asriel! Calm down!"

He doesn't say a word. Yet the energy intensifies. Hitting harder. Pushing back. Pushing me away.

"*strained* Do you think this solves anything? That lashing out at me keeps him safe? Harming me only puts him in more danger!"

Again, he's not in a mood to listen. The energy is cutting away at me more. I won't be able to take it much longer at this rate.

"*snarl* Damn it, Chara! Don't be like Toriel and put your problems on me like it's my fault!"

For only a moment there's a break in his attack and I think that maybe...just maybe...maybe he sees that this isn't the right way of handling the situation. This hope is dashed when he suddenly rushes me and grabs my shirt. The look he has. So spiteful. It breaks my guard.

{If we're really family...You won't come back here again.}

He blasts me at point-blank range and everything flashes from black, red, and then white.

"*gasp and cough*"

God, I hate this shit. Each time I wake up I feel closer to dying. Like one day, I'll open my eyes but be unable to breathe or I won't wake up at all.

"Bad dream?"

...Or I'll wake up in an unknown place with lord only knows who.

"With the wack you took, a little nightmare is the best outcome you could've gotten. Though we still can't rule out brain damage quiet yet."

I can't see anything apart from the ceiling. A brace of some sort is restraining my head. I can feel bands on my wrists and ankles. And something else...something cold.

"Hmmm...Vitals look stable. Then again, it's been a long time since I've had to human hooked to this thing. Oh well."

Great. From bad to worse.

"Not a big talker, huh? Or are you just slow to take in what's going on?"

I am in no mood for this crap.

"In any case, the short version is you're now in Hotland. No one knows you're here. And if you ever want to go home, it's best that you cooperate."

The sigh that leaves me is one oozing with boredom. I'm numb to this. I've been here too long to care.

"You're taking this oddly well, human."

"I'm in no position to care. I'm restrained in a place I don't know. You already have points on me I can't bounce back from. So why not skip the spiel and be blunt. It'll be easier on us both."

There's a scribbling noise.

"Subject is reasonable yet bitchy after having woken up."

Okay...Now I have some clue.

"You're Alphys, right?"

By the sudden startle that shakes her, she wasn't expecting me to know.

"H-H-How do you...?"

"People talk. It's not like there are others down here that know what a human is and have done things to them before. Makes for a very select list of names."

She huffs through her nose.

"Perhaps you'll be of more interest than your predecessors after all. Aside from your soul that is."

She taps on something and it makes me snarl in discomfort. No wild guess needed that it's my soul.

"You're a first. I've never seen a human soul infused with magic before. Though it is funny how it can be afflicted with something so common to growing children and you are...clearly not one."

I try to not think about that stupid issue of soul puberty.

"Yeah, well...What can do? Stuff happens."

"Lucky for you...it's a condition that is easily fixed with some stabilizing magic. You might be able to feel it. It's rather cold. Much like everything else in this world."

So that's another mystery solved. I'm basically getting the equivalent to hormone balancers. The question...Why?

"Seems a little odd."

"How so?"

"No offense, but experience has taught me that no one does something for someone else down here without there being a reason. So spill it, doc. What reason could you have for treating my condition?"

There's a sigh and a loud click before the slab I'm on begins to move, slanting me to almost stand. Now I can see the room better, the machinery, the odd patch on my exposed purple soul, and her. A slightly corpulent reptile-monster that appears smaller than she 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.

"If you must know...He insisted on you being fully healed. I swear things would be more interesting if I didn't fix you. But no...he was going to annoy the piss out of me. And frankly, I'm not in the mood to tear him apart for scrap."

He? Oh...Him.

"Ah, I see. Mettaton is a crafty guy. Must be his inner ghost."

She gives me a questionable look.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I know his cousin and he told me."

She groans and adjusts her glasses with her middle finger.

"That information is not for the public to know. You'd be wise not to spread any rumors about it."

"*scoff* Please. If I haven't blabbed by now than I ain't blabbing ever. Besides...There's no point telling anyone anyway."

She scribbles on a pad.

"You'd be wise to keep that mentality."

I roll my eyes.

"So where is he? Dude went so far as to have his flunky give me my second bat to skull injury and drag me here, the least he could do is show himself before overly explaining some elaborate plan."

She stops writing to look at me.

"HE is getting himself and I quote 'ready to shine like the star he was born to be' end quote."

If ego was hot air that metal body of his would be floating like a parade balloon.

"But what you said makes me wonder. You've watched his shows before, haven't you?"

"Enough to notice predictable patterns. Sure, the first show is fresh. But then he repeats the same theme in every show the rest of the day. It's hard not to notice."

"Like he tries too hard and looks like a moron."

"I wouldn't say that. It's endearing that he tries when it comes to an idea he likes. Whether or not the audience likes that sort of thing is subjective. You can't please all the people all of the time. Only some people some times."

"Try none and ever. Ratings have been in the dumper. The only small increase to have happened was that time he tricked you into phoning in. Heh...I still can't believe that worked."

"I'm not heartless. I don't want to see anyone hurt or die if I can help it."

She goes back to scribbling.

"Subject is a bleeding heart idiot."

I struggle to shake my head.

"Not the first time I've heard that and it won't be the last. Yet you can't honestly tell yourself that there isn't at least one person you'd risk it all for."

She pauses. Her scribbling stops to tap the pad. But this is not a long pause before she resumes again.

"Side note...If the subject is this stupid, how has it lived this long and what does that mean for surface humans?"

I can't roll my eyes hard enough.

"So you'd do anything for that fire elemental, huh?"

This has my attention.

"It's one thing to associate with monsters. Most are ignorant of what a human is. Making it easy to blend in and not be killed. But to be romantic with a monster? And to have been so dumb as to do so in public no less? That's just begging for trouble."

My glare has her smirking.

"Be a real shame if something unfortunate were to happen to him."

"You do not want to go down this road. Not on those tires."

"You are in no position to stop me if I do."

"Trust me, doc. You don't want to make me angry. Bad things happen when I snap."

My seriousness is not taken seriously.

"I'll be sure to enjoy studying every moment of it."

I sneer daggers at her.

"Humans are such pathetic and pitiful creatures."

"And yet we won the war. Go figure."

That earns me a very nasty look.

"I think you need to learn your place, human."

"I'm strapped to a table. I think I know my place."

"Let's double-check that..."

She reaches into her pocket and suddenly I'm thrashing harshly as electricity is sent shooting into me. After the longest five seconds ever, it stops. I'm left panting through my teeth and smoking faintly.

"Seems your tolerance is stronger than expected. Still...that should be enough to remind you to behave. Right, human?"

I want to defy her. I know I can. But the situation is not favoring me. She holds the power and knows it.

"*huff* Whatever."

She smiles and heads for the doorway.

"This will be interesting. That much is sure."

The door closes behind her and I sigh. Is it wrong that I miss the days of Papyrus beating me? Fuck my life. Okay...Time to make a plan.

[Meanwhile: The Ruins]

Fear. Fear is laced on the wind. Paternal fear of a mother for her child. When Toriel's voice was met by silence alarms went off. When she found the doors open when last she had shut them panic sank in. Her child's belongings were left behind, including the flower called brother. And one look at the snow beyond the door only added to her worry. The pristine snow was a disheveled mess. Footprints. In every and all direction. The worst part is the snowfall beginning to fill in the indents.

Searching.

Screaming.

Scanning for any clues as to where her child was. Yet she was lost. Second-guessing which set of tracks were the human's and uncertain if the ones she first picked were indeed the right ones. Scrambling, she picked another set and stuck to it. Swerving and swiveling through trees like dogs along a pole line. These tracks seemed hopeful enough. Stretching further into the distance than previous sets. At the rate she was headed, she would find herself in town and the location of the child would then follow suit. Just a little more. Just a bit further and then the real path shall be clear.

Yet...Why were the trees still constant?

The environment the same?

Where was this going?

...

The bridge.

These tracks made her head back towards home. Never faltering as they beelined for the bottomless pit. No deviation. No hesitation. Just clear forward motion to death. Her heart stopped. Everything stopped. She just stood there. Staring into the abyss. Contemplating just how deep or where it led. Could the human...did she...was this her fate? No...NO! There...There had to be a way to check. The...Oh! The phone! If she was in that pit or not, the ringing of that simple phone will provide her with answers.

[RING...]

She held that object muffled in her paws. Listening to the wind and anything at all.

But there was nothing. Simply the sound of snow landing on the world.

This...gave her hope. Hope touched the monster's soul for the first time in ages. Yet this begged the real question...Where is she? Perhaps some aid to this situation will be necessary. Seems like a visit to the town is in order.

[A cold walk later]

The hour is late. No one is out and about. Except for one. One that has very limited options at her disposal. In all their talks and jokes, Toriel never learned what Sans's house looked like. With a nervous lump in her throat, she approaches the bar and trembles as she knocks on the door of the obviously closed establishment. As one would guess there is no response. So she continues to knock, pressing with her urgency. After about five minutes of the most polite pounding on a door ever, a faint light approaches.

"*grumble* We're closed. Can't you read the sign?"

She ignores the annoyance due to the situation.

"Please, I need your help."

There's a pause. The door clambers open enough to show part of Grillby's face.

"M-Mrs. Dreemurr?"

"Forgive my rudeness. But I must speak to you about Lynsie."

"I didn't mean for it to be so big! It's just a hickey! I didn't hurt her, I swear!"

His defensive words confuse her and this makes the panicked man of flame become shamefully aware.

"You didn't know about that...Did you?"

Her eyes squint in judgmental frustration.

"I did not."

A small snort of steam comes out of her snout. Grillby, feeling like shit is going to end badly, slams the door in fear. Her own fear, overwriting her motherly rage, has her pounding on the door.

"Open this door!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Please! My daughter is missing!"

"...What?"

He opens the door fully now, knowing well the former queen would not lie about such a thing.

"She's missing?"

"Yes. I can not find her. Only footprints from many bodies."

She is surprised by the real concern coming to Grillby's face. He is quick to go for his phone but she shakes her head.

"I have already tried. She does not respond."

"Hmmm...This is sounding like an abduction. Has there been any notice left for you? A note? A call?"

She mopes.

"No. Nothing. I was hoping you might have a clue. Was there anything odd you noticed on your way home?"

He shakes his head.

"Unfortunately, no."

Her heart sinks. Seeing this has Grillby goes into support mode.

"Don't lose hope. We don't have much left. You know her better than I. She's prone to getting into trouble. But you know what?"

"What?"

"I know someone that can help. Just...Let me bundle up. If you can imagine, the cold and I..."

"Understood."

Grillby shuts the door and Toriel waits outside.

[Elsewhere: the Ruins]

"Ugh...my head..."

A dazed and delirious Flowey stirs in the dark confines of a bag. Unzipping a pack from the inside is bad enough, but doing so with leaves for hands is fucking ridiculous. And while hungover to boot. After some time, mixed with muffled swearing, the great escape is complete! The flower is free! Yet...Something is amiss. The bag he was contained in was not in the bedroom as he would have expected and the doors leading outside are wide open. This isn't right. It is time to ditch the pot and sink his roots into the ground to do some stealthy investigating. Covert flower style.

[Meanwhile: in Snowdin]

"Are you certain we will not be bothering them at such a late hour?"

"Don't worry about that, Mrs. Dreemurr. It's part of their job to deal with stuff like this. Plus, you're the Queen and they are in charge of looking after her. If they don't want to go through hell, they'll help."

"I hope so."

Grillby guilds Toriel the out of place house on the edge of town. Of course, they lived in a place like this. Why she expected different she didn't know. The curtains were closed yet glowed with the light of activity still going on inside. Muffled chuckling could be heard behind the walls. She recognized it easily...Sans.

"Sounds like someone's having a good time."

"Is it normal for others to be up still at such an hour?"

"Depends."

"Depends?"

"You know. Reasons. Some can't get these kinds of moments during day hours. Others just can't fall asleep all that well. Him? I think his reason is therapeutic. Ending the day on a laugh to forget all the bad stuff. But that's just my guess."

She pouts as he knocks on the door. Sans's puns when behind the Ruins exit were always on the borderline of being sad, she never thought much of it other than guessing the outside was just terrible. Now, learning more and more, she couldn't dismiss it as easily as before. But such thoughts are broken with the movement of the curtain and door opening seconds later to show the confused skeleton.

"what happened?"

Even with no word said, Sans is smart enough to know that their being here means nothing good.

"She's gone."

Sans's sockets widen.

"...get inside."

Further goading wasn't needed and once inside the door was locked much to the former queen's concern.

"now what do ya mean she's gone?"

"Not getting Papyrus? You know how he gets."

Sans sighs.

"fine...hey, pap! get your ass down here!"

A loud thud bangs the inside of a door upstairs.

"*MUFFLED* I TOLD YOU NOT TO BUG ME!"

"the queen's here! the human's gone!"

Rampant scuffling rushes to a door that is flung wildly open.

"SHE'S WHAT?!"

Toriel fiddles with her fingers.

"My child is missing. I believe someone has taken her."

Now in serious guard mode, Papyrus joins the group.

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT SOMEONE HAD THE GALL TO COMIT SUCH A BRAZEN ACT IN MY TERRITORY?!"

"what clues do you have that she didn't just pull a stupid stunt like last time?"

She swallows dryly.

"There were tracks. Lots of them. All scattered about the snow that were not there before. It looked like some person or persons were trying to make it as difficult as possible to distinguish what track lead where."

Papyrus growls lowly.

"SANS, CONFIRM THIS AND SEARCH FOR ANYTHING SHE MIGHT HAVE OVERLOOKED."

Sans nods and teleports out.

"Overlooked? I searched those woods for what felt like ages. I overlooked nothing."

"DO NOT TAKE IT AS AN INSULT. IN SITUATIONS OF PANIC, IT IS EASY TO MISS DETAILS. I AM MERELY CHECKING FOR THE BEST RESULTS. AND, AS LAZY AS MY BROTHER IS, HE HAS SHARP EYES. IF SOMETHING IS AMISS, HE WILL FIND IT."

"Awww..."

Grillby smirks.

"You actually complimented him. Shame he wasn't here to hear it."

Papyrus folds his arms and glares at the elemental.

"AND YOU'RE HERE, WHY?"

Grillby copies his pose except his expression is that of cocky smugness.

"I think any monster worth their dust would be man enough to care about what's happened to their girlfriend. Don't you?"

Papyrus opens his mouth to say a condescending remark but then doesn't due to his mind registering what was just said and putting things together now that it's clear.

"YOU...YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE HAVING THE INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE ENEMY!"

"If you want to put it that way, yes."

"YOU'RE SICK."

"And loving it. What's your point?"

A weird energy could be felt between them as if they had something to say yet weren't, and it was making Toriel feel rather uncomfortable. Though part of her was miffed at Grillby for being too blatant about being with her daughter while she is present.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING GOOD WILL COME FROM MAKING YOURSELF SO VULNERABLE."

Of all the things Papyrus could've said, no one saw that coming. Yet Grillby takes it well.

"I've been spurned before. If it happens again, it won't sting so much."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT."

This had the flaming man sneer and bite his tongue, holding back words that weren't ready to be said at this moment. Papyrus turns his attention to Toriel and she flinches.

"I NEED YOU TO TELL ME EVERYTHING."

She nods.

"Understood."

[Elsewhere: Snowdin forest]

The old lady wasn't kidding. The path outside of the Ruins looked like the frenzy made on kids the last day of school. The only difference was these tracks were randomly deliberate. Whoever made these wanted them to be seen. Not a thing normal folk do around here unless goading others into a trap. Following them would be pointless. They likely only go where they wanted them to go and covered up the real tracks. Bastard smugglers. They know what they're doing. Though someone was a little sloppy. A few stray drops of blood dot the tread of a couple of tracks. Who told them about a human being down here?

[RING]

Must be Papyrus. Maybe Toriel shared something helpful.

"sup."

"WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND SO FAR?"

Guess she didn't say much.

"not a lot. but from what's here, it looks like the work of the body snatchers."

"IN SNOWDIN? ARE YOU POSITIVE?"

Why would he not be?

"it's like the reports undyne briefed us on. a group goes about making distractions and cleans up the evidence made by the single soul doing the dirty work."

As if life down here isn't hard enough.

"ANY LEADS?"

Sans looks back towards the Ruins.

"her boot tread doesn't go past the exit door all that much and i found a few stray drops of blood. my guess is they laid her ass out with a sneak attack then carried her off. such active numbers couldn't have just got here all at once or it would be too noticeable."

"YES, IT'S POSSIBLE THEY WENT THERE ONE AT A TIME THROUGHOUT THE DAY AND HID TILL THE TIME WAS RIGHT."

"bet it helped that this was our worse day."

"TRUE. THESE PRICKS ARE CLEVER."

Is it really clever to take advantage of a missing worker and one too distracted to pay attention?

"don't praise them just yet. i might have an idea of where they come from."

"REALLY?"

"yeah. some moron decided to wear mtt brand shoes. you know? the expensive ones that have his likeness on the bottom."

"HMMM...MTT BRAND ITEMS AREN'T COMMON OUTSIDE OF HOTLAND. THERE'S NOT A LOT OF JOBS IN THE OTHER ZONES TO MAKE GOLD FROM."

"yeah. so either someone saved up for ages or we're looking at scum from hotland."

"YOU DON'T SUPPOSE ALPHYS IS INVOLVED?"

"Then what are you doing with the human? Because, frankly, it should've been sent to my lab by now."

"wouldn't surprise me. bitch knows about the human. and i've had the feeling she's been behind most of the reported disappearances. but you know undyne would never question it. thirsty fish bitch."

"IF TRUE, THEN THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET VERY DIFFICULT."

"so...they told ya anything?"

"BOTH OF THEM REPORT NOTHING UNUSUAL LEADING UP TO THE HUMAN'S ABDUCTION. THOUGH THE QUEEN MENTIONED THE GIRL RECEIVING A PHONE CALL BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED."

"a phone call?"

"THE QUEEN ALSO NOTES SHE HAS SEEN AN UNKNOWN NUMBER POP UP IN THE HUMAN'S PHONE. WOULD YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"can't say i do. it's not like she told me about..."

"Hell, you used Mettaton for that tile puzzle. The guy's been obsessive ever since seeing her. He hasn't stopped talking about being so close to the human since he came back from Snowdin Forest."

"It was Mettaton! He traced my phone number from the other night."

"It's Mettaton. He called me again. And you know that he knows what I am."

"*soft* BUT DID I JUST HEAR THAT SOMEONE IS LAYING THEIR NASTY HANDS ON MY HUMAN?"

The realization hits Sans like a brick to the skull.

"...*whisper* oh shit."

A faint ringing can be heard.

"HOLD ON. SOMETHING'S HAPPENING."

The soft voice of Toriel answers a random call, possibly from the kidnappers. But her worried tone quickly turns to excited hope and the word child is heard.

"COME HOME, SANS. YOU'LL BE NEEDED FOR RECOVERY EXTRACTION."

"got it. be there in a sec."

He hangs up and sighs. This was worse than he figured if Mettaton was indeed the culprit. Damn machine was the reason for a RESET on what was a peaceful timeline. Well, at least there are some things he can count on when it came to the human. The girl was no damsel in distress. He just hoped nothing triggered her soul to turn black. He teleports back home completely unaware of the flower spying on him the entire time and intends to follow to find out more.

[HOTLAND LAB: around the same time]

Alphys has left me alone for a good long time now. Letting me assess my surroundings and bonds. They're tight. While one of my wrists is slightly loose. It's a trap. A ploy. She wants me to try. To make an escape attempt. I can do it. The issue is what happens when I do. Probability is not on my side. A scientist of unknown IQ has my on their turf and has who knows what in the line of traps lined up for prey that it has studied for years. Mines. Turrets. Lasers. Gas. Flamethrowers. Swinging blades. Spike pits. Razor wire. Possibility is limitless. Yet the possibilities only worsen if I remain here. I hate double edge swords. Damned if do and don't. Argh...Fuck my life.

"*wince*"

Yanking my wrist through the restraint brings back memories of the skeleton's shed. Seems like this is my role in life. Getting taken and escape. So annoying. At least that damn thing didn't dislocate. I need to keep quiet. Though it's kinda pointless. I'm more than likely being monitored in some way. Still, my odds are better if I adhere to being paranoid and ninja my ass through this place. Belt restraints are effective but old fashioned and flawed, easy to get out of if you have a free hand. I'm free in less than a minute and rips the patch off. Medical or not, I don't like my soul being out. It makes this already messed up thing even more messed up. If my paranoia and overthinking brain are on point, then the door is most likely unlocked. There's probably even a set path I'll be forced on too. Drive the cattle to the slaughter, or so they say.

A light touch on the door has it open to a dimly lit hall. Totally giving off horror movie vibes. The air has a faint stale scent, this area most likely hasn't been active in a long time. The darkness makes the hall look exceptionally long. But down it I must travel and travel I do. My steps echo like I'm walking in an empty school. Giving me unease. Like, at any second, someone or something will pop out. I haven't felt so skittish since my middle school days dodging campus security to cut class and leave the building. I'm too on edge. A slight humming isn't helping my equilibrium either. Did she set up some sort of audio mind scrambler? Am I overthinking shit? It's a 50/50% on either at this point. So I change tactics. I run. If something happens it'll at least happen quickly.

Yet...I don't seem to be going anywhere. I pass countless doors without turning a corner. I must be going deeper into insanity or something isn't normal about it. It's almost like it's...

"Son of a whore!"

I stop and grab onto the edge of a door frame. Only for the floor and walls to pull me in two directions.

"A möbius strip? No...A treadmill. Very sneaky either way. Almost didn't catch on if it weren't for that humming getting louder when I ran. Heh...Willing to bet the motor is basic and can't push past its standard limits. Which means..."

I start running backward, the hum grinding loudly as momentum builds before stopping and allowing the convener to drag me in the direction I was headed before.

"You can't correct the way it moves until it slows down to the bare minimum speed."

I ride the out of control road up to where a door, unlike the rest, becomes noticeable, this thing has a knob. Flinging it open and jumping out saves me from that dumb endless hall. One annoying trap beat. Who knows how many more to go. At least this area looks normal enough. It's open, much like a normal living space, but it's not that exactly. The interior is faint red. There are two floors, the ground floor is what looks like a workplace and the second floor is a more personal space. I'm on the second floor.

"The hell...?"

The door behind me shuts itself, sealing to blend with the wall and its knob covered by a decorative mask of an angry looking cat-girl. Everything up here seems out of place and clearly belongs in some oddball bedroom. Beside me are five fully stocked bookcases containing all sorts of things. Alphys's obsessions and hobbies, comics, anime figures, an ice cream machine, unopened letters, etc. litter her room. It's honestly very creepy. Especially the wall posters of that same angry cat-girl that have eyes that follow you. I bumpy slide down the escalator handrail, not trusting the walkway to not be a trap, and feel instant unease once my feet touch the tile floor. On the ground floor, there is a large screen that's probably been used to monitor me, a fridge with a supply of instant noodles, a messy desk with her computer surrounded by odd instruments, and a washroom. This place is creepy. Where's the exit?

*RUMBLE*

The building shakes faintly though the sound was rather loud.

*RUMBLE*

It feels like it's moving...closer?

*RUMBLE*

"The hell is going on?"

The lights suddenly go out. All is very still. Till...something explodes and sends into what I guess is a wall.

"SURPRISE!"

The lights come back on and reveal Mettaton, who is now posing after bursting through a different wall.

"SUCH A FABULOUS AND RANDOM ENTRANCE. DON'T YOU THINK SO, DARLING? HUH...DARLING?"

I am less than happy shoving rubble off of me.

"Unnecessary and overly flashy. Yep...That's a Mettaton entrance alright."

"TOO MUCH?"

I dust myself off.

"Just a tad. Though, I'll give you points for it being memorable."

"BUT IF GIVEN THE CHANCE TO RATE IT?"

"Um...7 out of 10."

"HMMM...NOTE TO SELF, NEXT TIME ADD FIREWORKS AND LASERS."

Is it cute that he's trying to be cool?

"So...Is being whacked with a bat your way of saying I was taking too long to get here? Or is that how you treat all your fans?"

His screen flashes.

"OH! NO. THAT WAS MORE OF AN IMPROVISATION ON BURGERPANTS'S PART. I DO HOPE YOU CAN OVERLOOK MY POOR JUDGEMENT IN HIS COMPETENCE."

I rub my head.

"I'll give you a pass this time. Mainly because I'm thick-skulled. But no more headshots. It sucks being unconscious so often."

"FAIR ENOUGH, DEAR."

"Well, you got me here. Caused a little trouble maybe? So now what? What does a bot like you want from little ol' me?"

"OH, DARLING...WHERE TO BEGIN?"

He rolls over to me and my creep vibes are tingling. Especially when two of his four hands start posing my arms and the other two cup my face.

"AMAZING. I'M ACTUALLY IN THE PRESENCE OF A REAL LIVING HUMAN. I'VE HEARD STORIES AND SEEN FOOTAGE, BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I'D EVER GET...TO TOUCH...YOU."

What the...? Why is he saying that in such a captivating tone of voice? And why is it making feel like a dumb cliché girl? I thought Alphys fixed my soul's emotional sensitivity? I shake it off. Now's not the time for this.

"Getting a bit handsy don't you think?"

I usually save that joke when talking about Gaster, but this fits the situation too. His screen blanks for a moment at my playful voice, though I feel stupid on the inside, before flickering randomly and he lets me go.

"MY APOLOGIES. I LET MY EXCITEMENT GET THE BETTER OF ME. PLEASE...FORGIVE MY ILL BEHAVIOR."

It's so hard to get a read on him. His TV self and off-camera self are like night and day. I don't know if I can drop my guard around him just yet. This isn't normal. I'm out of my element and still dealing with lots of unknowns. Better to play safe than end up sorry...or dead. I sigh and clap my hands.

"Be kind, let's rewind."

A "?" appears on his screen while I offer my hand to him.

"Howdy, Mettaton. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lynsie."

He's confused, that much is certain. Though it's short-lived as he swoons dramatically and falls into my arms. Dear lord! He's heavy! Must be the junk needed to work those four arms.

"MY GOODNESS. AFTER BEING TREATED SO RUDELY, YOU CHARM ME WITH A SIMPLE GREETING? OH, WHAT MARVELOUS CHEMISTRY! I KNEW YOU'D BE PERFECT FOR THIS."

I knew there was something sketchy. I drop him.

"Once again, I encounter the creature known as selfish d-bag. I'm going home."

Not sure where the exit is but I walk away from him anyway. He, of course, scrambles to get us and zips in front to block my path.

"NO, NO, NO, DARLING. YOU HAVE IT ALL WRONG. PLEASE DON'T BE SO HASTY TO LEAVE."

"Then to prevent my irritated departure you must answer me these questions three. Doing so truthfully will have you see me remaining here with thee. But...if deception is sensed, then you shall be cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril. But since it's under renovations, I'll resort to smacking you instead."

God, I'm a nerd. Like he, or anyone else down here, knows Monty Python and the Holy Grail. However, the idea of a game seems to excite him.

"A Q&A? OH, DARLING, DO ASK AWAY. MY ANSWERS WILL SURELY BE THE STUFF YOU LONG TO HEAR."

I hold up a finger.

"First question...What are your plans for me since you have me here?"

His top set of hands twiddles their fingers while the bottom hands move as one does when dramatically speaking creatively.

"MY PLANS? OH, NOTHING MUCH REALLY."

I cock my eyes.

"Mind telling me what exactly what that is?"

"DO YOU WANT THAT TO BE YOUR SECOND QUESTION?"

I sneer.

"No. But you're not doing this right."

"HOW SO?"

"While you technically answered the question, you did so in the laziest and non-informative way."

"VERY WELL. I SHALL BE MORE INFORMATIVE WITH MY NEXT ANSWER."

"Thank you."

A second finger is put out.

"Second question...Nothing weird happened while I was unconscious, right?"

"*GASP* DARLING! THAT IS VULGAR OF THE HIGHEST DEGREE! WHILE I SHALL ADMIT..."

His hands cup my face and hold my shoulders.

"SEEING SUCH A HAPLESS FLOWER LIKE YOURSELF BE BROUGHT HERE. HURT AND UNRESPONSIVE. A LESSER MONSTER WOULD BE TEMPTED TO DO ALL SORTS OF THINGS. FORBIN THINGS. ANYTHING WOULD BE ON THE TABLE. LIMITED ONLY BY IMAGINATION..."

His voice is different. Completely monotone. All too personal. A shiver trembles down my neck. He lets the hands drop from my face but not the shoulders.

"BUT I AM NOT LIKE THOSE WEAKLINGS. I KNOW BETTER THAN TO PLUCK A FLOWER BEFORE IT BLOSSOMS. AND OURS IS ONE THAT IS JUST STARTING TO BUD."

I hate so much right now.

"DARLING?"

"Too much info."

"WELL, YOU DID ASK FOR MORE."

"Then...*sigh*...Never mind."

"AND YOUR THIRD QUESTION?"

My third? Oh! Oh shit!

"Yeah, my third question...Did you or your goon bother to inform Toriel of this impromptu adventure/kidnapping in a way that won't result in property damage/loss of life?"

"WELL..."

Big red flag warning! Fuck being nice! serious time!

"Where's my phone?"

"HUH?"

"I know it's not on me. Do you think I can't tell if there's suddenly no weight in my baggy pockets? Now if you want to escape death at her hands or mine, please...Hand it over."

He throws his hands up.

"DARLING I DON'T..."

*Bang*

He is surprised by the sudden strike.

"Don't make me do that again. Now, please, give me my phone."

"I PROMISE, DARLING, I DON'T HAVE IT."

I want to hit him again, but my throbbing hand is screaming. Change of plans.

"Give me your phone."

"W-WHAT? WHY?"

"Don't make me break my hand in repeating myself."

He rumbles and a phone shoots out of a port on his side.

"YOU ARE SCARY WHEN SERIOUS. HERE."

"Thank you."

I reach for it and he pulls back.

"AH AH AH. FIRST, A LITTLE PROMISE. YOU CAN USE THIS, BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME."

I growl in building annoyance.

"WELL? THE CLOCK IS TICKING."

I don't have time for this crap.

"...Fine."

He giggles and hands it to me. I scroll through his past calls. My number appears under some others all marked as SLAVE #...I guess he fits in down here more than I thought. Metal boss from hell. My phone could be with any of the goons so I thank my lucky stars that Toriel's number is burned into my head. Time to brace for impact.

[Snowdin: Skeleton House in present time]

Sans returns home in the kitchen, needing a drink to replenish his magic if he's to teleport any more tonight. He steps into the room to see the other three all trying to listen to the small phone at once. Guessing they are too focused to remember phones have an intercom function.

"Child where are you? Are you hurt?"

"A little sore, but otherwise okay."

Oh...never mind then. They're just being weird.

"As for the where I assume this is the Lab in Hotland. *muffled* There are no other labs in the Underground, right?"

"*faint* THAT'S CORRECT, DARLING."

The electronic voice is recognized by all except Toriel.

"Young one, who is that with you?"

"Would you believe a robotic TV star?"

"*faint* OH, DARLING, YOU FLATTER ME."

"Make that a robotic TV star with an ego bigger than Papyrus's."

"FUCK YOU, HUMAN."

Papyrus interrupts.

"Oh wow. I expected this but had my doubts Nanny would actually do it. Who else is there?"

"You had us worried, pussycat."

There's a pause.

"Don't tell me you thought he took me?"

Toriel laughs nervously.

"*groan* Mom..."

"ENOUGH WITH THE CHIT CHAT. ARE YOU ABLE TO LEAVE ON YOUR OWN OR NOT?"

"Hmmm...As far as I know, I'm able to go. But I have to do something for Mettaton first."

"Why?"

"I had to promise to do a favor to use his phone. Mine might be in the hands of some goon."

"What is it you have to do?"

"That's a good question. *muffled* Yo, what's this thing I have to do?"

"*faint* NOTHING TOO DIFFICULT. I JUST NEED YOU TO BE YOURSELF FOR THE NEXT...OH...LET'S SAY TWO HOURS."

"*muffled* What?"

"*faint* I THINK IT WOULD BE EASIER TO UNDERSTAND IF YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO TURN ON THE TELEVISION."

The mood shifts ominously.

"*muffled* You can't mean what I think you mean."

"*faint* GO ON. TELL THEM."

"Uh...Turn on the TV?"

Sans grabbed the remote before the other could scramble and with a heavy feeling in his soul hits the on the button. The screen comes alive to a timer counting down. The caption above reading "Live Once In a Lifetime Event Special". The timer has less than five minutes remaining. Panic strikes. Papyrus steals the phone.

"GET OUT OF THERE, HUMAN!"

"Okay, ow, my ears are bleeding."

Grillby snatches the phone.

"Lynsie, you need to get out of there. You're being set up to appear on TV."

The next sound the group hears is the phone clattering to the floor and sprinting feet hitting tile flooring. Other sounds can be heard. Mechanical and aggressive sounds. Then...the line goes dead.

"SANS, GO GET..."

"i can't."

"What? Why not?"

"all she said was she's at the lab. do you know how big that place is? i need to know exactly where or i'm just wasting magic."

"But, Sans, you promised me you would..."

"i know tori, i ain't forgetting it. i don't want her exposed to the underground either. trust me on that. but i can't just poof to a secured building. alphys is probably expecting interference. and trust me, it's not a good thing to just pop in with no quick plan to get out."

Suddenly the TV begins beeping. The timer clocking down the remaining ten seconds. And all they could do was watch and wait. At the timer's end, the screen darkens to black before a flashy title screen appears while glam-rock plays. The image then cuts to live footage in a weird game show looking room and then...

"GREETINGS ALL YOU BITCHES AND BASTARDS. WELCOME TO A VERY SPECIAL EVENING OF ENTERTAINMENT. TO START THINGS OFF...A QUIZ SHOW!"

Mettaton flamboyantly parades around.

"BUT WAIT. WHAT MAKES THIS SPECIAL THAT IT WARRANTS LIVE BROADCASTING? WELL, YOU INGRATES, IT'S BECAUSE WE HAVE A GUEST THAT'S GOING TO BE WORTH WATCHING. ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE OUR LEADING LADY...THE ONE THE ONLY..."

The camera jumps to a stand where a spotlight illuminates onto the bound and gagged human. Arms restrained behind her back and ankles cuffed to the floor.

"THE HUMAN!"

Her glare is full of rage and the beastly noises escaping the gag as she trashes in the binds make her look as dangerous as the humans of old.

"THAT'S RIGHT, A REAL LIVING HUMAN. YOU MIGHT BE QUESTIONING THE AUTHENTICITY OF THIS CLAIM. YET I ASSURE YOU, SHE IS THE REAL DEAL."

One of his hands stretches out towards her. She recoils from the grasping appendage but she can't move from the metal hand that proceeds to taser at the chest. The pain makes her screech and her light blue soul briefly emerges. Upon seeing the heart, Mettaton stops the attack.

"AS YOU CAN SEE, HER SOUL IS CLEARLY THAT OF A HUMAN'S. SHE IS 100% HUMAN AND NOT CGI OR SOMEONE IN CUSTOM. FOR NOT EVEN THE GREATEST ACTOR OR SPECIAL EFFECTS CAN MAKE A HUMAN SOUL. AND DEFINITELY NOT ONE SO LOVELY."

The assaulting hand tease touches where the soul came from and the human cringes. Though she's not the only one. Toriel is appalled and Grillby is fuming.

"OH BOY! I CAN ALREADY TELL IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT SHOW! EVERYONE GIVE A BIG HAND FOR OUR WONDERFUL CONTESTANT!"

All four of his hands clap as he moves over to podium across from her.

"I TAKE IT YOU'VE NEVER PLAYED BEFORE, GORGEOUS?"

She huffs loudly through her nose.

"NO PROBLEM! IT'S SIMPLE! THERE'S ONLY ONE RULE. ANSWER CORRECTLY...OR YOU DIE!"

Mettaton laughs evilly yet the human rolls her eyes. The others look to Sans again.

"don't look at me. i have no clue where that room is."

Their attention goes back to the screen as the Fair Fight Field actives as if they were in battle.

[METAL CRUSHER begins to play in the background.]

[Mettaton attacks!]

"YOUR MOVE, DARLING. YOU GET ONE FREE TURN BEFORE WE START."

The girl weighs her limited options.

[FIGHT]

[ACT]

[̴͝SP͜͞E͡L̵͜L͟͠͏]͘͢

[ITEM]

[MERCY]

Her confusion is warranted. An unknown option could lead to bad things.

[ACT selected.]

[New options available.]

[CHECK]

[CRY]

She huffs and makes a choice.

[CHECK selected.]

[Mettaton – HP: 9999 ATK: 300 DEF: 999 – His metal body renders him invulnerable to attack.]

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head.

"NOT A BAD FIRST MOVE, DEAR. IT'S NEVER BAD TO CHECK ME OUT."

A screen mounted behind him blinks on.

"LET'S START WITH AN EASY ONE!"

A question appears on the screen.

[What's the prize for answering correctly?]

A) Money

B) Death

C) Freedom

D) More questions

Four buttons pop up on her stand.

"CHOOSE CORRECTLY OR BE MET WITH TERRIBLE PAIN."

The look she has is one filled with hate. Yet she complies and presses the D button with her chin. A pleasant fanfare goes off.

"RIGHT! SOUNDS LIKE YOU GET IT! HERE'S YOUR TERRIFIC PRIZE!"

Her turn is skipped due and the screen puts up another question.

"What sort of crap is this?"

Grillby interjects.

"Her turn was skipped. How is that even possible?"

Toriel ponders.

"leave it to that quack to figure out a way to break the rules."

Sans says between drinks.

[What's the king's full name?]

A) Lord Deathbeard

B) Killer Killington

C) Asgore Dreemurr

D) Krampus

The human quickly presses the C button and the fanfare goes off again.

"CORRECT! WHAT A TERRIFIC ANSWER! ARE YOU SURE YOU'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE?"

She nods.

"ENOUGH ABOUT YOU. LET'S TALK ABOUT ME!"

She groans as the screen brings up another question.

[What are robots made of?]

A) Hopes&Dreams

B) Metal&Magic

C) Blood&Guts

D) Hate&Spite

She pops her neck and presses the B button. Once more the fanfare plays. This time Mettaton gets some attitude.

"TOO EASY FOR YOU, HUH?"

She shrugs.

"WELL THEN...HERE'S ANOTHER EASY ONE FOR YOU "

[Two trains, Train A, and Train B, simultaneously depart Station A and Station B. Station A, and Station B are 252.5 miles apart from each other. Train A is moving at 124.7mph towards Station B, and Train B is moving at 253.5mph towards Station A. If both trains departed at 10:00 AM and it is now 10:08, how much longer until both trains pass each other?]

A) 31.054 minutes

B) 16.232 minutes

C) 32.049 minutes

D) 32.058 minutes

She's hesitant now. Her eyes hold uncertainty.

"Oh no..."

Toriel mutters.

"We have yet to go over such math lessons."

"THEN SHE BETTER BE A GOOD GUESSER."

The human's eyes dart from button to button. She has no clue. She picks one at random...A. A buzzer goes off.

"WRONG! WRONG! WROOOOOOOONG!"

Mettaton points at her and fires a laser blast into her left shoulder. If it weren't for the gag her cries would be excruciating.

[HP ██████████████████████████ 26/36]

She pants, biting the gag to brace some of the pain.

Toriel is understandably horrified and Grillby is worried. Though Sans and Papyrus are impressed.

"SHE'S GOTTEN TOUGHER."

"the is no pushover. the tin can is gonna learn that the hard way."

"SORRY, DARLING. BUT THE CORRECT ANSWER WAS D. MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE BETTER LUCK WITH THE NEXT QUESTION. THEN AGAIN...DON'T 'COUNT' ON YOUR VICTORY."

The next question pops up.

[How many eyes are in this jar?]

An image appears for a split second.

A) 54

B) 53

C) 55

D) 52

Not given much time to study the image, she once more has to guess.

"What kind of game is this? She is not being given a fair play."

Toriel complains.

"ACTUALLY, AS WRONG AS IT LOOKS, HE IS FOLLOWING THE LAW."

Papyrus corrects.

"You must be joking."

"he's not. one of the laws enforced after you left the king was to stop humans at all costs while giving them some form of a chance. the tin can is giving her multiple choices and only inflicting minimal damage. if he wanted to, he could just off her right there."

Explains Sans.

"As much as I don't like it, it makes sense. With one soul remaining to break the barrier extremes are bound to be made to get it. For what is the life of one human when held next to the entire Underground?"

Grillby comments and Toriel frowns. Even she sees the point in that. But that does mean she likes it.

The human contemplates her choices and seems to do a mental coin flip before pressing the D button. This time, the buzzer sounds.

"COMPLETELY UTTERLY WRONG!"

Mettaton blasts her again in the right shoulder and her roar is bloodcurdling.

[HP ████████████████ 16/36]

The bloody gaping holes in her shoulders make her slump over against the stand. She won't last much longer if this keeps up.

"THE CORRECT ANSWER WAS A. YOU MIGHT WANT TO TRY HARDER FROM HERE ON."

An annoyed groan was her reply.

"HMMM...MAYBE YOU NEED SOMETHING ELSE. LET'S PLAY A MEMORY GAME."

The screen produces a new question and image.

[What monster is this?]

The monster shown is half of a Froggit's face.

A) Froggit

B) Whimsun

C) Moldsmal

D) Mettaton

This one seems like a no-brainer yet the human seems unsure. Mostly because blood loss makes it hard to think.

"WHY IS SHE HESITATING? THE ANSWER IS CLEARLY A."

Papyrus bitches.

"Really? You think it's that easy?"

Grillby retorts.

"THEN WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?"

"I'm surprised you do see it. It's obviously D."

"BULL CRAP. I BET YOU 10G IT'S A."

"Fine. Just don't be upset when you're wrong."

After thinking long and hard about the question, the human presses the D button. The fanfare plays.

"I'M SO FLATTERED YOU REMEMBERED! LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE WHOLE IMAGE."

The picture unfolds to reveal Mettaton wearing a shirt with a Froggit's face on it.

Papyrus's jaw clenches as Grillby folds his hands behind his head with a smug attitude.

"You need to listen to pussycat more often. She did say he had an ego bigger than yours."

"FUCK YOU."

"Just pay me by week's end."

Papyrus grumbles while turning back to the TV.

"YOU'VE BEEN ON A ROLL SO FAR. BUT CAN YOU GET THIS ONE?"

The screen brings up a new and rather odd question.

[Would you smooch a ghost?]

A) Heck Yeah

B) Heck Yeah

C) Heck Yeah

D) Heck Yeah

The human and the watching group all share the say "what the fuck" look.

"GO ON. CONSIDER THIS AN ACT OF MERCY."

She sneers and reluctantly presses the B button. With no wrong choice to make, the fanfare plays.

"GREAT ANSWER! I LOVE IT!"

A steaming Grillby hates it.

"HERE'S A SIMPLE ONE."

The screen pops up the next question.

[How many letters in the name Mettaton?]

A) 11

B) 6

C) 8

D) 10

A relatively easy question except for the number of Ns at the name's end increases and eventually goes out of the screen with the numbers in the answers increasing accordingly.

"How in the world do you answer that?"

Toriel puzzles.

"it's c."

Sans says softly to the confusion of the others.

"for a second, the real numbers were there. c had eight, which is the right answer regardless of the increasing."

"Here's hoping she saw that too."

Says Grillby while adjusting his glasses.

The human is beginning to look paler than normal. The strain on her body and mind making things difficult. She wearily presses the C button, mainly due to landing on it after a slight dizzy spell, and the fanfare plays.

"OF COURSE THAT WAS EASY FOR YOU!"

She grunts against the stand, pushing herself to keep going even as her body wants her to stop.

"Come on, pussycat. You can hold out just a bit longer."

Grillby says to himself before flinching at the feel of Toriel's hand holding his. She gives him a motherly smile and it helps calm his nerves for now.

"YOU'LL BE SURE TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE!"

The screen pops up another random question.

[What's a pretzel's favorite color?]

A) Black

B) Yellow

C) Red

D) Dusk

This had to be one of the odder questions to be done though tame. The human wastes no time picking a button. Either to end it faster or knowing it, who's to say. But her head thuds onto the B button and the fanfare plays.

"CORRECT! YOU'RE SO LUCKY TODAY!"

The amount of blood pooling on the floor says otherwise.

"TIME TO BREAK OUT THE BIG GUNS! HERE IS YOUR FINAL QUESTION."

The screen shows the question.

[How bright is this text?]

A) 85% Bright

B) 84% Bright

C) 86% Bright

D) 83% Bright

This made little sense. The question text was the same color as all other questions. How was this even answerable to her when she can hardly even look up at the screen?

The group is just as confused. How do you tell the percentage of brightness to text?

Though after some time of no movement from the human, Mettaton rolls around his podium.

"DARLING? ARE YOU ABLE TO MAKE A CHOICE?"

A tired moan drones out of the gag.

"TELL YOU WHAT, I'LL BE NICE AND HELP YOU OUT."

Mettaton zips over to the slumped over human.

"MY MY. SUCH A MESS YOU'VE MADE BACK HERE. GOOD THING NO MESS IS TOO BIG FOR MTT BRAND INDUSTRIAL CLEANER. IN STORES NOW."

The robot plugs his latest product in the middle of a show...real classy.

"what a jackass."

Scoffs Sans.

The other soundly agree.

"OKAY, DEAR, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS STARE AT THE BUTTON YOU WANT TO ANSWER FOR AND I SHALL PUSH IT FOR YOU."

She tilts her head and stares.

"IS C YOU'RE FINAL ANSWER?"

She exhales long and loud through her nose.

"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES."

He unnecessarily extends his arm in a twisty and bendy way before pushing the C button. However...Buzzer sounds.

"OH BOY, THAT'S EMBARRASSING, HUH?"

This time he blasts through her right leg making her buckle in pain to the crimson soaked floor.

[HP ██████ 06/36]

[Background music briefly pauses in silence]

"WELL WELL WELL. THAT SETTLES THAT, DOESN'T IT?"

To much befuddlement, Mettaton proceeds to remove the restraints and gag from the broken girl.

"*weak* W-What are you doing?"

"SUCH A SILLY QUESTION. IF YOU DIE THE SHOW HAS NO DRAMATIC TENSION! WE CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!"

She's in no position to fight this or wants to. He collects her from the ground and seems to gently hold her in two of his arms. So much red coats just about everything. He then addresses one of the many hidden cameras in the room.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL MIGHT BE THINKING. BUT METTATON, WHY AREN'T YOU GOING TO KILL THE HUMAN? YOU CLEARLY HAVE THE CHANCE. TO THAT I SAY, NO. SHE WON THIS GAME. AND THEREFORE, SHE PROCEEDS TO THE NEXT ROUND OF OUR LITTLE GAME. THAT'S RIGHT! THIS WAS JUST THE FIRST ACT! NEXT UP, MORE DRAMA! MORE ROMANCE! MORE BLOODSHED! STAY TUNED, LOSERS...! NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME...THIS LOVELY LADY NEEDS TO HEAL. WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER THESE COMMERCIAL MESSAGES."

The broadcast fades into commercials. The four of them are left with more questions than answers. But at least one thing is going in their favor. Mettaton wants to keep her alive. Perhaps in the next show, she'll appear in a location that's more recognizable and rescue can be done before anyone else tries to get her. Though the four of them weren't the only ones watching the show. A small indent in the window and ground below were all the tells of the sneaky flower. His mission now clear. Save his sister.

[Hotland Lad: Medical Room]

Alphys finishes setting up life-support systems by the time Mettaton wheels in with the now very near dead human.

"Put her here."

He need not be told twice.

"Some first act. She's almost dead."

Less of a reprimand and more of a statement by Alphys while she begins plugging the human into the machines.

"I WAS WORRIED NEAR THE END. HAD SHE MISSED ANOTHER QUESTION I MIGHT HAVE NEEDED TO GO OFF SCRIPT. MAIN CHARACTERS CAN'T DIE SO EARLY IN THE SHOW."

"You're just lucky I can fix this."

"WILL SHE NEED LONG TO HEAL?"

Alphys sticks in an IV drip and taps it for bubbles.

"Don't rush this. Your blast, while clean, went through a lot of muscle and bone. Not to mention all the blood that'll need to refill. That kind of stuff will need longer to repair."

"BUT...WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE COMMERCIALS GOING TILL THEN."

The annoyed scientist shoots him a look.

"Then I guess you need some filler till then."

Mettaton cringes.

"FILLER?! SUCH A DIRTY WORD. WHAT WOULD IT EVEN BE?"

"How about you figure that out elsewhere? I need to work. Or do you want this to take longer?"

That had him speeding away as she then shouts.

"And clean up all this blood! This is a lab! Not a butcher shop!"

She was unsure he heard all that but focused on monitoring the human.

"*sigh* You are so lucky I'm bored or you'd be under my knife right now."

The human involuntarily twitches, earning a smirk from the spectacle-wearing lizard.

"Maybe you'll heal sooner than expected."

Oh, how she enjoyed her work.

#undertale #underfell #Anomaly #Lynsie #sans #papyrus #gaster #grillby #grandpa semi #mettaton #napstablook #chara #flowey #frisk #toriel #Asriel #asgore #undyne #alphys

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Handplates: W.D. Gaster the Animal Trainer (Rewrite)

(Normal People: "What happy skeleton children!" Animal Trainer Gaster: "The lab rats are highly cooperative today.")

Through operant conditioning, animals (and humans) link an action with its consequences. A rat presses a lever and gets food, and so is likely to press the lever again. A human sends a friend funny comics; the friend is delighted, and the human is likely to send more comics.

Animal training is mostly just operant conditioning. While animal training was once largely punishment-based (e.g., lion tamers' stools and whips) it's rarely (if ever) used in modern animal training. For one thing, punishment builds distrust, and can lead to animals attacking or killing their trainers. Instead, animal trainers largely encourage ("reinforce") certain behaviors through pleasant interactions and rewards. In this way, even big, dangerous animals can be trained, and even allow somewhat painful things. (e.g., blood draws)

Of course, his test subjects are not animals; indeed, he'd get the best results if he considered them people and treated them as befitting people. Yet, for multiple reasons (e.g., his deep sense of denial) it would be impossible to persuade him to do that. His dehumanizing (or depersonizing?) perspective and wanton cruelty is impractical, counter-productive, and indeed unsafe for him; minimizing his test subjects’ pain and discomfort is really the best idea. Presently, he considers them mere "living tools" or objects for his experiments, but even thinking of them as animals would drastically increase their quality of life, Gaster's mental health, and his test results.

General Testing Procedures

Animal Trainer Gaster: "Aw darn, I shouldn't scare the animal."

Gaster can get the behaviors he wants through the animal training principles of habituation and shaping. With habituation, he’d familiarize them to parts of each procedure in a comfortable environment until they got used to it. With shaping, he’d break down a desired behavior into steps, and reward getting closer to the desired behavior.

The article’s author (ArgentDandelion) can attest to the effectiveness of habituation: she chose to gave blood after months of watching Kill la Kill (a show where a girl gets superpowered from a sentient uniform sucking her blood with needles), and a week or so on writing an article about the uniform’s needle specifications. (This is the same person who once was terrified of receiving vaccinations, as many are.) While giving blood was entirely voluntary, the author knew how useful it was to minimize her discomfort: she chose a comfortable environment, avoided looking at the blood-drawing tube, and read a fun fantasy book during the hour it took to drain some blood.

Applying shaping would probably be easy. Gaster would probably consider it impractical (or be too impatient) to train them for weeks for just one procedure (e.g., the hand plate drilling), and he couldn't foresee exactly which experiments or procedures he'd want to do. Thus, when starting their “training”, it would be better to train general behaviors, familiarize them with different kinds of equipment, and begin with simple, painless experiments.

For example, in many experiments, Sans and Papyrus are strapped tightly in to chairs or tables, and Gaster wants them to be quiet, still, and not obviously distressed. (Much like the author during a blood draw, come to think of it.) Using the principle of habituation, he'd let them see and handle the straps, and get used to being strapped in at different levels of tightness. Using shaping, he’d reward them for being mostly quiet and still when strapped down for a minute, and then gradually reward quieter and more still behavior for longer periods.

If these two principles aren’t enough, he could also use counterconditioning. With counterconditioning, he could replace unwanted responses (e.g., panicking) to a stimulus (e.g., the scary noise of a drill, painful levels of poking and pressure) with wanted responses by associating the stimulus with pleasant things. (e.g., food, if he's going for obviously animal-like reinforcers; praise, as a less likely and less animal-like one)

If the animal training techniques were used properly, his test subjects wouldn't panic, struggle, or make noise, and might even eagerly cooperate for painful experiments. While using anesthesia or non-painfully padlocking a plate through the ribs is still more practical, his test subjects might even come to tolerate the hand plate-drilling. This isn’t so far-fetched: after all, some people willingly go through the long and painful process of getting a tattoo, and just keep coming back.

3. Other Benefits

Better Results

It’s not much of a conceptual leap to treat his test subjects like lab rats, but even that would entail a better environment. Lab rats are most intelligent, as measured by tests, when raised in “enriched environments”---that is, big cages with lots of objects and other rats to interact with. Since Gaster is interested about his test subjects’ intelligence and occasionally gives them IQ tests, it fits his interests to give Sans and Papyrus a more comfortable room and more entertaining activities.

He claims he's losing his ability to heal, but with animal training he can have his pain cake and eat it too.

Healing

In Handplates, healing magic is based on the monster's capacity for empathy, sympathy and love. One benefit of Gaster treating his test subjects as animals is that it won’t erode his empathy as much as forcing himself to be callous towards them. Thus, he’ll still be able to heal them in emergencies.

4. Conclusion

While he’ll still want to avoid acting affectionate towards them (for fear of losing “strength” and “objectivity”), he nonetheless won’t be accustomed to avoiding general “niceness” at all costs and making them suffer unnecessarily. In brief, thinking of them as animals and treating them as such would actually be better for both Gaster and his test subjects.

Of course, the very fact Gaster is experimenting on children is morally questionable, especially since he plans to do so indefinitely and he cannot even tell them what experiments he plans to do before they consent to it. Still, canon Gaster seems to expect condemnation, imprisonment, and even execution for his deeds. Given Asgore's a big pushover, were Gaster to take reasonable precautions to minimize pain and discomfort he'd probably only be fired from his position for his deeds.

Though, as a fair warning to would-be villains...animal training and child rearing overlap a lot.

#Undertale #Handplates #W.D. Gaster #Gaster #Zarla

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shuuos · 6 years ago

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amber and buttercups

UH SO I AM WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC WROW

i didnt know ao3 had a waiting list to get an account??? so ill post this there..... eventually. for now it’s gonna b right here tho so that’s........ neat...... ill try to post new chapters every friday but given that i am Not the Fastest Writer Ever i’ll probably b off schedule for the first few chapters until i get the hang of this!! anyways, enjoy this sparsely edited first chapter that was supposed 2 be longer buuuut i decided to save the rest for chapter 2

the undertangled au belongs to @izadreamer !!!

update: it’s on ao3 now!! if you’d rather read it there ;)

chapter 1 - once upon a time

Frisk

In their short life, Frisk would say that they’ve been through… a lot of weird stuff. Honestly, there’s nothing that can surprise them at this point.

Or that’s what they thought. Turns out the universe loves proving them wrong.

They have no idea where they are, except that it is dark. *The void? Chara suggests calmly. The thought makes their blood run cold. They know what happened to Gaster - will it happen to them, too? Can humans even be erased, the way monsters can?

Chara doesn’t seem to notice their fear, though, *How did we get here? I do not remember falling into the CORE.

“*That - that’s not funny.” A bad taste rises in their throat, and they swallow it down. Void or not, they don’t want to throw up here. Just the thought makes their heart pound. *I am sorry. Chara says, but they say it in that voice they use when they’re not really sorry, but feel like they need to say it anyways. Frisk doesn’t call them out on it, though. They probably didn’t mean to scare them - they’re friends, after all.

Instead of answering, they stand up. Their legs feel weird, like they’ve been sitting too long. *Somehow, it seems there is a solid surface underneath you. Try walking forward. They carefully do so, relaxing a bit each step. It’s comforting, the thought that they’re not going to fall. “*I’m gonna look for a way out,” Frisk tells Chara.

It’s hard, though, when everything is black. They’re doing less looking and more flailing their arms around wildly. From inside their head, they can hear Chara laughing at them. Better at them than their scary jokes, though. So they go on in what they hope is the right direction (because they don’t know what they’ll do if it isn’t.)

Chara stops talking after a while, like they’re thinking of something. Frisk pretends not to notice. It’s a bit too quiet without their chatter, though, and it scares them a bit. They wind up the music box in their locket, and listen to the song. It makes them want to cry, but better that than going crazy from how quiet it is.

*Frisk… Chara says suddenly. Frisk doesn’t like the way their voice sounds, but it’s not enough to stop them from walking. *Frisk, they say again, sounding even more worried now. They still don’t stop walking, because they want to get out of here right now.

*Frisk, there is no-!

Instead of ground, they step right into - a hole? Off a cliff? They can’t really tell. But that’s not important because they’re slipping and they can’t catch themselves, can’t keep themselves from falling. Again.

There’s nothing they can do now except for wait to hit the ground. Is there even any ground in the void? Or are they going to keep falling until they die? Would they be able to die here?

Falling in the void is strange - it feels less like falling and more like they’re floating. Like the girl from that movie Alphys likes, the one about a floating kingdom. It’s not a good comparison, though, because they’d love to be in that movie and they hate being here.

*...is that a light? Frisk can’t see it, but they feel it burning them up. Then they see it. It’s bright, brighter than the sun, and it’s growing. It eats up the darkness until they can’t see anything but white.

And eventually, that fades, too.

Varian

Varian is hauling equipment to his lab when the sky bursts into light.

It blinds him and leaves his head pounding, as if someone is hammering a nail into his skull. By the time it’s over, he’s gasping for air, hoping it’ll be enough to ward off the nausea.

Above him, there is a small silhouette, stark against the bright blue sky. At first, he thinks it’s a meteor, but as it descends, he can make out hair and clothes and oh god that’s a person. He watches as they crash into the trees and land with a dull thud.

And just like that, the trance is over. Everything processes at once - therewasalightandthenacometpersontheyfelltheyfell - and he’s not sure what to do now. The scientific part of him is screaming to look, because whatever that was, it definitely wasn’t natural. As if that wasn’t incentive enough, there’s a tugging sensation in his stomach, like something’s pulling him towards them. Weird.

Ruddiger jumps on his shoulder, shooting him an apprehensive look. Varian gives him a quick pat and mutters, “It’s ok, buddy, this’ll only a minute.” He’ll go in, see who it is, and then go get help if they need it. And they’re going to need it, because scientifically speaking, they’d at least have a few broken bones, if they’re lucky.

Bile rises in his throat as he realizes they could be dying. Could be dead.

Nope, nope, he is not going to think about that. He’s just going to focus on seeing what happened right now, that’s all. He can worry about that later. Besides, he can’t deny that he isn’t curious, and what kind of scientist would ever deny his own curiosity?

Not him, that’s for sure, he thinks to himself as he follows his gut into the tree grove.

The first thing Varian notices is the blood. There’s not that much - just near their head, but it’s still enough to make him feel woozy. Ruddiger digs his claws into his shoulder, reminding him what he’s here for, and he takes a deep breath. He doesn’t recognize their strange clothes. Must not be from here, he thinks. They’re small, too; just going off of their height, he’d say they’re about half his age.

Between their arms, something flashes bright gold, catching his eye as he stumbles back a bit from the sheer amount of blood.

He has to get his dad, a doctor, anyone. He can’t - he wasn’t expecting so much blood. He‘s prepared to run when a sudden cold overtakes his wrist, as if someone with icy hands was grabbing him. *The bleeding is superficial, a voice whispers in his head, leaving will only make it worse.

But they need help-

*Then help them! You cannot let anyone else know that we are here!

Varian can’t tell if they are his thoughts or not, but he finds himself being pulled towards the child nonetheless. Ruddiger hops off and scampers to their side. He bats at their head, and they shift slight in response. He watches with baited breath as they lift themselves up, limbs shaking. After a moment of struggling, they somehow manage to get into a sitting position, tucking their legs underneath them.

How-? A glimmer of pride, one that is not his own, rises up in him, and the icy grip holding on to him vanishes. At that moment, the child turns their unfocused eyes on him - well, in his direction. They blink once, twice, and slur in a strange accent, “*…Kara?”

Their face is bloodstained in a way that makes his stomach churn, so he tries to focus on their eyes, which are glowing even redder than the apples he feeds Ruddiger sometimes. Huh. That’s… weird.

For a moment, the two just stare at each other, though Varian can’t really tell if they’re looking at him or in his general direction. Then, for some reason, they reach for him with outstretched arms. They kind of look like Ruddiger when he wants to be held - wait.

“You… you want me to carry you?” The thought is foreign, absurd, and he’s pretty sure moving them is a bad idea, but they don’t really give him a choice. Ignoring his protests, they lean forward and slump against him. Blood sluggishly leaks from them all the while, staining his clothes.

What’s he supposed to do now? He’s not some kind enough of… childcare expert! He’s the opposite of a childcare expert-!

*Oh my god, just carry them! the voice snaps. He readily obeys, slipping an arm under their legs and lifting them up. They only feel about as heavy as Ruddiger, much to his surprise (are kids supposed to be this light?). As if summoned by his thoughts, the raccoon chirps, holding a broken locket in his hands.

A deep sadness resonates within him, and Varian is startled by it. He’s never seen the thing before, why is he so upset at the sight of it?

Regardless, he allows Ruddiger to store it in the apron pocket, and picks up the broken pieces. From what he can tell, it’s not the actual locket that’s broken, but a music box inside of it. He is relieved; machinery isn’t difficult to fix, as long as you have all the right pieces.

Ruddiger hops on his shoulder and he stands up, his legs only slightly cramped. After a moment, he decides to head directly to his lab rather than try to pull a cart while carrying a child and Ruddiger. He’ll come back for it later; there’s no reason for anyone to try and steal the materials.

. . .

The voice was right, Varian thinks idly as he wraps thick bandages around the unconscious child. Other than the gash on their head and a few cuts on their hands, they’re completely fine. It’s more like they happened to stumble in a particularly rocky area than fell from the sky.

They passed out sometime while he was carrying them, which he only figured out when he laid them down on the table. God, he immediately assumed the worst with how limp they were then. He just hopes they don’t fall off somehow.

Whatever he had been hearing back there, and he knows he heard something, has gone silent. Quite frankly, he’s relieved. It was really starting to stress him out.

“Ruddiger!” Varian calls as he stumbles to his work-desk. “Tell me… when they wake up, ok?”

With a sigh, he slumps over the scattered papers in a dead faint.

Chara

Chara watches with amusement. The human boy seemed to be aghast at the sight of blood, but they did not realize to this extent. The raccoon - Ruddiger? - stays seated next to Frisk, watching the boy anxiously.

*It is alright, Chara tells it gently, you can go with him. “Ruddiger” stares at them instead. They blink, and remember that their locket is still in the boy’s possession.

They do not feel comfortable with Frisk knowing it is broken, and they say softly, *Actually, could you help me wake him up?

#undertangled au #tts varian #varian tangled #frisk (undertale)#chara (undertale)#undertale #uhhh do i have a writing tag?#i dunno but ill use thhis for now #bo's writing #scribbles and stuff #fun fact: the scene where chara asks varian for help was originally gonna b them kicking his shins bc they are small and Angery(tm)#plus they need attention #hmmm im fairly proud of this tbh #also idk if ill keep the chapter name bc on one hand it's the first song in the ut soundtrack #and has a fairy tale motif which...... fits #buuuuut im kind of on the line abt it?

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antarestyl · 6 years ago

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The Glitch

Okay guys, I kinda have to write this down now because something weird is going on with my game and I wanna know if anybody else had this happened to them... I did a quick google search already but nobody seem to have had this happened, so yeah. Here we go.

I dunno if it's a glitch or some kind of new update or just something rare that happens at a certain fun level? I dunno so help would be appreciated.

Here is what happened:

I had bought Undertale from Steam in November 2015 and played it first on my old laptop. It was very slow then but playable and I was so happy when I finally had the money for a new laptop in the following year. The game ran on that one smoothly, I installed the updates without problems and I completed 4 runs, 3 neutral and 1 true pacifist, the last one finished in November 2016. After that I didn't touched the game.

I never attempted a genocide run, I never messed with the game files and I just let the game lay around my laptop for all that time. I had a lot of fun with it, don't get me wrong. I even found a few secrets in my few runs. I had the “did you leave your fridge running” phone call, the wrong number phone call, I once had one weird glitch during a fight where the blue attacks appear to be white, but otherwise I had nothing out of the ordinary happening to my game.

I was a bit disappointed that I never had the Gaster easter eggs happening but I didn't want to reset my game so I mostly knew about the other stuff from YouTube videos.

Anyway, with the game being announced for the Switch and the possibility for new content hinted at, I decided to replay the game to get a feel what was “normal” again so I could spot the new additions. I copied the save data, just in case things would go wrong at some point, even if I didn't plan on doing a genocide run, and started the game again.

The usual black screen with the two buttons “Continue” and “True Reset” came up like usual when you finish the game on the true pacifist ending, together with my Character's name (Flyn) and my time (just about 400 minutes).

So I pressed True Reset and was asked to name the fallen human. I played around a bit with the naming options, like I tried Sans and Toriel and Undyne and got a few moments of enjoyment out of the silly responses to the names. I didn't chose Chara because it would have been... strange to play as them for me and naming the human Frisk would just enter the hard mode and I didn't want that. So finally I named the human “Kim”.

I watched the intro which played like usual after that. There was a strange sound while the intro played, kind of like a short feedback beep about halfway through the part where the intro explains that the monsters were sealed underground, but nothing else happened so I think it could have been just my sound-chip having a hiccup or something.

After that everything seemed normal. Kim woke up on the flowers, I talked to Flowey and dodged all his bullets. Seriously it's so funny when he gets angry and says things like “I know you know something!” Just hilarious.

Toriel came like usual, talked to me and guided me through the ruins.

I decided to play as a pacifist so I spared all the monster but grinded a bit to buy a spider doughnut at the spider sale for Muffet later.

At the three frogs I kept the yellow spare names and I got the ribbon and the fake knife. I equipped both to have the stick free for the Snowdin dogs.

I entered Toriel's, looked at everything and triggered her fight.

So far everything had been normal but during her fight something seemed off. The background seemed to glitch a bit and I didn't notice it at first but sometimes the text at the beginning of my turn changed to red instead of white/yellow and said “you feel her eyes on you” and sometimes just “you feel an eye on you.” I think I never saw these lines before? On the other hand, I hadn't played the game in a long time so maybe I just don't remember.

Anyway, I spammed mercy and Toriel stopped attacking me.

And you know, now I had a choice to make.

I usually played pacifist or a mostly pacifist neutral run but that day I thought “Why not do a few neutral runs where you kill some of the bosses?”

And well... Toriel was right there.

I must admit, I kinda hesitated for a while. Should I or should I not? I never killed Toriel before. And I kinda wanted to know what would happen when I did that. I mean, I had my save-files backed up and all save AND I could just reset at any point and do it over so...

I moved Kim's little soul-heart over the fight option. I instantly killed Toriel. She gave her speech how I killed her at her most vulnerable and dang I felt bad at that moment... maybe I should have decided to kill her from the start and fight her the whole time because this was somewhat heartbreaking.

Her soul broke and the way was free for me now. I could reset, yeah, but I just wanted to see a bit more. So I pressed on.

Flowey mocked me as usual at the exit, telling me that he knew I murdered her in cold blood. Jeez the game surely know how to make you feel bad. He also had a new line this time too.

“You think you are above consequences? Well HE knows now too. I'll be watching this!”

I was kinda pondering who Flowey meant by that. My first guesses were Gaster or Sans but Sans doesn't appear in the Ruins and Gaster... well he was an option, right? On the other hand, the community is OBSESSED with that guy, I thought that if there is an easter egg like this is the game, somebody else would have found it before me and it would have been all over the internet.

On the other hand, I could just have overlooked a new update to the game this shortly before the switch launch so maybe this was in fact something new?

(the whole reason I am writing this down is to find out if this happened to somebody else so yeah)

So I left the Ruins and the Underground logo popped up and again there was some kind of... Glitch there. It was just the A of the word, which kept flickering a bit. Still weird.

But things got really weird when I left the Ruins. A box popped up.

* You can feel eyes on your back.

I walked a bit forward, but Kim didn't even walk three steps as the next message popped open.

*Somebody is here

Creepy. Again. I moved forward and the game made a little crunch noise with each step I let Kim take and the ominous music before the first Sans-encounter kept playing.

I walked for a while, maybe around... 30 seconds? Darn that forest was bigger than I remembered. Some glitched sounding noises slowly mixed into the background music too, something that came in sync with every other step I took. Just as I was wondering what I was hearing a new text message popped up.

*You hear something

I took another few steps.

* You feel something weighing down on your soul.

At this point I was getting a bit uneasy, the music, the strange sound and the fact that the forest was so darn long kinda got to me. I FINALLY saw the stick, walked over it and it broke in half like usual with the scary sound-effect. I turned Kim around and let them look at the sick

* Something broke the branch in two parts. You don't feel safe.

I must admit I did feel a bit scared there. But I pressed on. The strange background-step-like sound continued, amplifying the creepiness even more. Luckily the little bridge came into view now and I mentally prepared myself for Sans' introduction.

But he didn't come. I just... walked through to Sans's station and the convenient lamp. No Sans still, no Papyrus either. Even the music was mostly silent with the strange noises when Kim walked. So I crossed over into the next screen where the next save-point is located.

But just as I reached the screen the game lagged for a moment before making some really strange sounds like the step-noises were sped up a lot for a moment. After that my heart flashed and I was pulled into a fight.

Just there was no monster there. Instead the text-box just told me: “You can feel your foe is close but you can't see them.”

The ACT Menu had “Check” “Talk” and “Look around” in it, the monster's name I was fighting was just blank, no name was given to me.

I first choose Check.

???? AKT ??? DEF ???? You can feel them but not see them. Smells like regret.

No attack followed, only a textbox again. “You hear steps in the snow.”

I choose Look around next.

* You are surrounded by snow-covered trees. It's silent, the woods swallow all sounds.

The next text box popped up. “You feel your sins crawling on your back.”

I finally choose talk.

* You try talking. You said you are scared.

A new text-box popped up.

“He chose to Fight.”

Something too fast to see and way too fast to react to swept through the screen, hitting Kim's little soul and even at Level 5 my HP was drained in an instant and Kim's soul broke.

And I was thrown back to before I fought Toriel.

So I concluded that I stumbled about another boss. One I had no idea how to deal with. I must admit I was a bit excited.

So I tried a few things. First I did everything the same as before and got the exact same results. Next I choose to fight Toriel from the start and not betrayal-murder her but nothing changed. Sans and Papyrus were still not there and I was still pulled into this strange new fight and killed by an unseen monster.

Next I tried sparing Toriel even if I didn't really want to. So I spared her, Flowey mocked me again with the whole “you think you are above consequences?” line and otherwise the exact same thing happened again. Unseen monster killed me again.

So next I went back and did some grinding. Sure, I couldn't do a genocide run but I could level up some and with Toriel's death I had a higher level than before.

The same events happened but now I could stand the initial attack. Well, part of the initial attack. I’m trying to summarize what is hours worth of in-game grinding and work.

So what happened was that first there was an attack that was a guaranteed hit. Just a big block of white kinda like Sans' gasterblaster laser look like, will go through the screen and will take a huge junk from my HP no matter what I do. After that followed some blue and orange attacks shaped like bones and after that it's just some white patterns that look like... claws or teeth or something. Mostly triangle shaped things coming down and up on rows.

It was REALLY frustrating getting to this point. I had saved at Toriel's place before I went to fight her and after leveling up quite nicely but I still had to kill Toriel and make my way to this new boss fight each and every time I got killed. So it would take me always a while until I could try again.

I took several breaks, sometimes not playing for days before I tried again. At some point I was good enough that I could FINALLY survive the whole first attack, and then I saw him.

I really should have known and I did have my suspicions. The strong attack, the eye resting on me... who else could it be but Sans?

But the strange being looking at me through the monitor of my laptop barely looked like Sans anymore.

His sprite was huge, taking almost all of the top part of the screen, giant head bent down to stare at Kim's little heart, big paws decked out with long and sharp looking claws gripping the square which caged my soul left and right. His whole body was stretched and distorted, looking more like a beast than the friendly monster I knew from my old playthroughs.

He still had his jacked but it looked almost comically small on him now and a long tail was snaking around the right side of the screen, coming very close with its tip to my mercy button. Even San's skull was elongated and changed, resembling more of the iconic gasterblasters from his genocide fight.

* Sans is blocking the way.

Well no shit.

Again I checked the ACT menu first. This time my options were “Check” “Talk” and “Call for help.”

I selected Check.

Sans.

AKT FFF DEF Yes

You chose wrong and face the consequences.

Smells like burned dog biscuits.

After that Sans attacked again. His claws swiped at me and he fired his mouth canon at me again. I tried moving around but the game kinda glitched at that point and I only heard my soul breaking again.

And I was back to before Toriel's fight like before.

At this point I pretty much was ready to give up. I tried one more time to fight that new form of Sans but with the same results.

I tried a few more things to find out what triggers the new Sans fight but nothing really went far. Finally I decided to reset the game.

I named the fallen human Robin this time. Everything seemed normal until I saw Flowey for the first time.

He just said one line.

“That won't work you know?”

After that he disappeared. Instead a new textbox popped up.

* you can feel eyes on your back.

And when I walked through the door leading to the ruins, the screen went black, the sound of a soul shattering played and one bright blue dot glowed in the darkness of the screen before the game went black and crashed.

That is when things really went strange. I restarted the game but it wouldn't show the intro anymore, just cut to the black screen. The blue dot sometimes came back fading in and out but otherwise nothing happened. I couldn't move or at least nothing happened. I could open the menu still but it now said that my human was named Kim again?

I still had Level 1 at least, 0 EXP, still Stick and Bandage equipped and nothing else in the inventory.

But I couldn't load, I couldn't reset and I couldn't do anything more.

Finally I decided to mess with the files, copy the save files, reinstall my old ones. The game booted up all okay with the end of a true pacifist end. I even walked around a bit in the playable epilogue again, nothing seemed out of the ordinary only that the sprites of Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus, Sans, Alphys and Undyne at the end looked a bit blurry.

I true-reset again, named the fallen human Test. Flowey appeared again in front of me.

“You really think you are above consequences huh?” he said before disappearing. And after walking into the ruins the same as before happened. The sound of the soul breaking, the darkness, the eye and my name being changed back to Kim.

I fiddled around a bit, finally uninstalling Undertale, cleaning my whole laptop from any mention of the game and reinstalled it. And only THEN things seemed back to normal. I played pacifist, spared Toriel, came to the bridge and Sans and Papyrus were there all normal. Whatever strange thing happened to my old save file was finally gone.

So this is where I am left at. I still got the save files of the strange glitch run with the changed Sans fight on an USB drive and haven't dared mess with it yet.

So does anybody know what this is? Did anybody had this happened to them too? Does anybody know what triggered this strange thing to happen?

Thanks for reading.

This little creepypasta is the product of some conversations I had on the GasterBlaster Discord. Some very nice people helped me with beta-ing this there. :) Have a happy and spoooooky Halloween. :)

#Undertale #Sans #Toriel #GasterBlaster #Fanfiction #Gaster Blaster AU #glitch #gameplay #Halloween #creepypasta

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serafxn-a · 6 years ago

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(( Hey guys. Mun here. I know, I know, I’ve been relatively quiet lately. For... a while now. I should probably give a life update. A bit more of a comprehensive one.

After a simultaneously wild and dull 10 years of my life beginning with university, which included a lot of online and a little offline drama, the end of a 7 year relationship that I’m still kind of reeling over several months onward, and a whole lot of paranoia and health problems both mental and physical... My life situation IRL took a drastic turn and almost brought my online presence to a screeching halt. Around May-June of this year, I moved back in with my parents, got a job at a major UK toy store chain, and have no longer been able to sustain my wild-ass 10am-5am living due to changes in schedule and having major responsibility for the first time in my life. One such responsibility being not keeping my parents awake til fuck knows in the morning, ahaha. And, y’know, actually getting decent sleep before work... (something I’m failing a little at right now,,,)

I’ve got mixed feelings about it, but overall... it’s actually been a pretty positive experience. Being definitively useful, wanted and moreover needed does a lot for one’s self-esteem. Knowing I’m good enough at doing something that people will take my advice, and that I will get called into work for more hours instead of having my hours cut, is kind of a good buzz, even if it’s taken a lot of getting used to and been stressful for my RP life. Not having any friends IRL sucks hard when I can’t talk to my online ones as much but... I’m trying to deal as best I can.

But right now, let’s forget all that. It’s time for me to be sappy, because it’s late at night, I’m sick, and it’s almost Thanksgiving. ))

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(( Now, I know I’m not American, so when it comes to Thanksgiving, I don’t go there. I might have humoured a “turkey” dinner of my own for a couple of years just so I wouldn’t be left out. Which I guess might be kinda sad but I prefer to think of it as an act of sentimentality.

And, what can I say? I’m a very sentimental person.

That sentimentality is what leads me to make this post. There’s so many important people I’ve met that I’m grateful for. I’d like to talk about some of them, because I don’t think I should be particularly shy about this. I might not get all of them, because I’m kinda scatterbrained (and at least as of making alterations to this part of the post mid-way through typing it it’s 11:30 and I have to get up at 8).

First off: if you’re in the Sunny Day Café server? You fucking rock! Even if you don’t talk too much in there, your continued support of my first real attempt to run a relatively public RP server is really appreciated. In particular on this front I’d like to thank Rose (blogs: @kxndncss @grxxnheart @hopxlcss), Shad (blog: @flapsinhands) and Ozi (blog: @magicbyhalves) for helping me with moderating the place. I’ll be the first to admit that my moderation skills are a bit... well, 👋. I’m often not a good judge of situations, and find it difficult to trust my own judgements. It’s something I’m having to learn. So the help is really important to me.

Of course, these three (who I will dedicate more time to in this post later for sure) have also been really helpful with plot stuff. There’s a particular group of people who’ve been helpful with plot stuff, actually, aside from these three, and I’d like to mention them too.

Let’s start with Ziz! (blogs: @unseenbutnotgone @seenbutgone @unheardanduncaring @distastefulblossom @setebcs)

My memory is trash, but I think Ziz and I started talking over Wings wanting to get to know Fin back when he was Sleazy? Because he was getting involved with his son, and of course a good dad would want to make sure his son is in good company. He wasn’t, but Fin grew from that, and I’m thankful for that too, but also I’m thankful for what happened when Fin ended up applying this relearned kindness when Wings’ son was forcibly fused with a corrupt fragment of his.

And then it all went really gay from there, and now they’re married and have spread the gay even further. It’s not even over yet, there’s so much potential for Reset and Fin still and I’m eager to explore it and fit them into this intricate new world that I’ve never really touched on in RP before. And to write with someone as caring, empathetic, funny and smart as Ziz? I’m really honoured. They’re really inspiring to me and I adore RPing with them. They put so much work into their muses, visually and historically and meaningfully and I just... 💋👌 Mwah. Ziz as a writer, and an artist, and as a person too - I look up to them so damn much.

And I definitely cannot mention inspiring people without coming to talk about Rose. She and Ziz were ultimately the reason I started to invest so much in my Gasters, they’ve provided constant encouragement with my writing, I’ve been able to bounce ideas off of them not just for my stories but for theirs too. They’ve been emotionally supportive and emotionally constructive too, which is honestly fantastic. I know I’m someone who has a lot of growing to do. I appreciate that there’s people who’ll stick by me while I’m doing it and help me along.

Rose is such a pleasure to write with. Her prose is utterly gorgeous to read, it feels like seeing the individual threads coming together in a tapestry. Her talent for finding mood music is fantastic and something I honestly aspire to, because mood music for writing or setting a scene is so so important. Her characters are always really well researched and have so much depth to them, and it’s really great seeing her influences because damn she has good taste too. And what’s more, I honestly do look up to Rose, because while her life experiences may not be perfect she’s accomplished a lot of things I would love to accomplish myself. She’s really inspiring to me.

While these are the two folks I talk to most, particularly about RP stuff, there’s a whole gang of bastards I’m thankful for... I’ll have to bullet point these guys because there’s a good few blogs associated with them and I want to try and include all the active/main ones?

Rav - @imbreaking-sans @imdespondent-sans @mraudio-the-audacious

Bets - @fellythealphaskeleton @xa-eviterx

Situ - @shadowbirdsitu @sourtrout

Del - @skellie-bean @pocketpunk666

Collectively these are people I know I can come to when I need help with things, RP or otherwise, people I can vent to, people I can share experiences with, and people I can laugh with and listen to and just generally hang around and be myself with. Which is kind of really important, especially when I don’t entirely feel like I can be myself IRL still.

Rav honestly has such a good way with words, both when it comes to people and when it comes to prose, and seems wise way beyond her years at times. Her level-headedness has sometimes been a little intimidating to me, but possibly because it’d been a rare quality in people I’d known prior, and something I’m often lacking in myself. I look up to pretty much everyone for different reasons, or sometimes similar ones. Rav is one of these people I look up to, in part because of this level-headedness. (And also because holy shit she’s dealt with so much and still come out on top!!) She’s a lot of fun to write with and a very trustworthy person I’m honoured to call a friend.

I think, if my memory serves me right, when I was really starting to talk to this group as a group - not as it is now, but as it had been, with a few different people there or not there - it was Bets I’d first encountered. And, well, I didn’t make the best first impression, I don’t think... but I like to think it got way better afterwards. Bets is honestly a really fun and wild character whilst simultaneously having that level-headedness I really admire in people? And like, she has wack plotlines (I’m looking at all the Felly stuff especially with fuckin BIRDSCAPE), but it’s so much fun to see them unfold and be a part of them! I consider her one of the comic masters of the group alongside Ziz, and though their styles are fairly different I have a high respect for both of them. And what’s more, I’ve always found Bets super easy to approach, which is invaluable to me as someone who is very shy and unsure of themselves.

While I say Bets was one of the first people in this group that I encountered, but as the group stands now it was actually Situ. Prickly and Fin had this thing going between them that grew into joke-flirting that became actual flirting, because when you do something like that it’s almost certainly going to stop being a joke if you keep doing it. If there’s one thing I’m a sucker for it’s slow burn and these two delivered so wonderfully. Situ has always been super friendly, super eager and super full of enthusiasm! And while I regretfully haven’t always been able to match that, I have always had fun RPing with her. I love her art, her muse designs, and - honestly this might seem out of left field one day could you gimme a hand with my hair? Yours always looks so good!! ... Er, that aside, you’re another really approachable person who I appreciate a lot. (I also admire your muse dedication like holy shit how many blogs do I have now)

I absolutely have to open with the Del paragraph by stating she is fucking hilarious. There’s a reason she’s using the Jevil icon on Discord at the moment; she’s definitely our Joker. I’m legally obligated to state she’s full of beans (it’s funny because the beans are her muses), and I respect her so much for sticking with child muses and RPing them so well when it must be really damn difficult at times. There’s a lot of challenges that come with child muses for sure. Del is also a great listener, an enthusiastic plotter, and an incredibly sweet person. Fun fact: she sent me a plush jackalope a while back and he’s sat by my bedside ever since, receiving cuddles when I needed them most! Another fun fact: she’s usually the person who initiates the “hewwo??” in voice calls. Chaotic alignment as hell.

I’ve talked a lot about a particular group of friends but they aren’t really the only people I interact with... and while the people I interact with regularly has dwindled a little, there’s two people not in this specific group who are still super important to me, who I mentioned earlier, actually.

I’ll mention Shad first - blog linked further up - as someone who I’m really glad I grew closer to? We’d shared a few friend groups but it took a bit for us to really start interacting, and I’m so glad we did. She has a fucking killer sense of humour and it bleeds into her RPing in the best way. Being involved in her plots in any way is freaking awesome, and she’s been super great about getting involved in mine in a way that’s really fleshed them out and given them direction and form. Not to mention she was one of the reasons I got back into Guild Wars 2 and we have such a good time playing together and talking.

I think at least for now the last person and absofuckinlutely not least I’ll talk about is Ozi... whose friendship with me long pre-dates my current blogs, as we started RPing together in the League of Legends community. She’s a really positive influence in my life, and I’m honestly really grateful that she’s stuck by me through our changes in fandom. Seeing her grow and improve as an artist has been an absolute pleasure, and her writing has always delighted me. The development turns she takes are fantastic and really well thought out, and that she can work with so little and make so much is inspiring as all hell. (I’m mostly talking about the amount of work she managed to put into fleshing out Thresh back when we were in the LoL fandom but damn she’s doing such a good job with Shantae in this regard too?? Thresh was just a lot more... bare-bones. Ba dum tsch.)

It’s about now that I’ve run out of steam and it’s past my bed time but I would like to say that this list is by no means exhaustive. There’s a lot of people who have put me on the path I’m on today, some who I may not talk to as much, some I talk to more, some who I don’t talk to anymore at all. Maybe they left my life on a good note, maybe on a bad. But each and every person we meet leaves some kind of mark, however big, however small.

I’m grateful for all the people who’ve not only left kind marks on me, but stayed, too. ))

#{}{} OOC #long post ))#(( sorry if this came out dumb or if there's any missing or incorrect details ))#(( i'm sick and very tired which is not helping my usually poor memory in any way ))#(( but pls know that i love u ))

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kaliawai512 · 7 years ago

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Do you have any fanfic recommendations? Can be undertale or not :)

Sorry this took so long! My fanfic collection is … immense, and I didn’t even fit all my faves here, but here are a few. XD

Some short ones …

Crying Child - Sans faces the consequences of trying to terrify a small child.

DON’T LIKE DON’T READ!! - Handplates!Alphys writes Asgore/Gaster fanfiction and has to hide it from Gaster.

Parent Creature Conference - Frisk has a parent-teacher conference and everyone comes. ‘Nuff said.

Protect Papyrus 2015 - Frisk and Sans are on a mission to protect Papyrus from humans with … a less than innocent interest in him.

Reload - Sans has 1 HP. It’s a good thing Frisk can reload. Again. And again.

Hypothermia - Frisk is trying to avoid the monsters in Snowdin, but it’s hard when they can’t stay warm. Frisk and skelebros forever!

UnDetermined - After aborting a Genocide run, Frisk comes out of the Ruins and gives up.

Stray - The Mobtale bros find a stray human.

Another Day, Another Timeline - Papyrus finds Frisk first. It’s adorable. At first.

Relapse - Asriel isn’t Flowey anymore. But old habits die hard. Especially when someone hurts Frisk.

And a few longer fics …

ASL Tutorial - The post-Pacifist gang goes to check out the Core. Frisk falls in, and meets Handplates!Gaster. If you enjoy my Handplates fics - or any Handplates fics - read this. Really, just go read it.

Handplates: Released - The Handplates boys are free and settling into their life as relatively-normal kids, but there’s still the issue of the plates. Seriously, if by some chance you’ve read my Handplates fics and haven’t read CaitieLou’s, get over there and read those now. Fluffy, funny, horrendously painful: the Handplates experience.

Not with a Bang but with - None of my rec lists would be complete without this gem. Not Handplates, but a very creative take on both post-Pacifist and Sans’s backstory. Like Sans being a big bro/dad figure to Frisk? Like Sans and Papyrus (mostly Sans) being tortured for medical experiments? Like Sans taking on way too much responsibility? Like some good old-fashioned (and good new-fashioned) Skelebro Angst™? Go check this out.

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the-undertale-mouse · 7 years ago

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Part 2 of a thing I call “Gaster’s Journal Entries” which I will be posting regularly since I finished it a while ago and just now decided to share it because I was rereading it recently and decided I actually rather liked it. It’s far from perfect and might not always make sense, so ask questions! Send Feedback! This writing exercise will be very, very interesting. What do you guys think?

Entry 8

She’s gone. All is lost. I am in the pit of despair. What started as a simple formula designed for the convenience of mankind, has ended in suffering. She used it to teleport, and to everyone’s surprise, she was successful…well, so it would seem. But the formula was still incomplete! She disappeared and has not come back. Her mother is distraught with grief. I am empty inside except when it comes to comforting my wife.

Entry 9

I died. It took 60 years after that incident, but it finally happened. How am I writing this? It’s a curious thing, what you can do with enough determination. I won’t say “will to live” because I think I lost that a long time ago, save for the hope that my daughter is out there, somewhere. My wife is no more. I believe she has found peace, or at least acceptance. I linger because I am restless. She is out there, in time or space…I do not know, but I feel it in my bones…This is funny because it appears that I am now some sort of living skeleton…well I guess not much has changed. My hair left me several years before I died, so the only real difference is the lack of skin and organs. There goes my dream of playing in church…I wonder if all skeletons are this humorous. ..I have to stop, but I can’t. Despite everything, life is funnier when you’re dead.

I arose underground, literally the place is called “the underground.” the folks down here are not much for naming. At first I thought I was in some version of the underworld or purgatory. Well, it is and it isn’t. After some investigating, I discovered it is not a form of afterlife, but a sort of subterranean chamber where monsters were banished long ago, nearly a millennia, in fact. I found myself here, because apparently, as a skeleton, I am one of them now. I’m not the only one either. There are others like me who have found themselves down here for one reason or another.

They call me by a new name, since it’s some sort of tradition to call skeletons by the way they talk. Apparently I am “Wingding Aster.” I tried introducing myself to some other monsters but all they got out of it was “g Aster” so now, everyone calls me that. I seem to talk in a way that is difficult for others to understand? I didn’t think my accent was that bad? In any case, I’ve taken to using sign language, and that seems to work better. A surprising number of monsters are quite fluent in it. Makes sense since there are a number who are incapable of vocal speech. I’m glad I learned it young.

There are other skeletons that are born in to this life: small baby skeletons that steadily grow and change. I’ve never imagined anything like it. Watching them reminds me of my little girl, and I wonder if I’ll see her again, and what form she’ll take. The old woman she should be? A skeleton like me? Or, hope against hope, she was lost in time, and one day, she’ll appear in front of me exactly the same as the day she left. But that is too good to be true. For one, how would she even get here? Whatever the case, I can feel she’s out there somewhere. I know she’ll find me one way or another.

Entry 10

I never imagined I would love again, but there it is. My heart may be colorless and upside down, but it is still somehow capable of making me feel this way. What did I do to deserve to get lucky twice? Miss Harrington is a skeletal wonder to behold. I swear, she’s just like my Harriett, and at the same time, she is entirely different. For one, she loves boats, where Harriet was always sea sick. They both like biology, but Harriett always loved the flora, whereas Harrington is fascinated with fauna. Little things, little clues that show me they are not the same. Yet I love them both. I think I will propose to her, when the moment is right. All should go well, as long as I don’t call her Harriet.

Entry 11

I called her Harriet and she said yes anyway! At First she was jealous, but when I explained, she became sweet and accepted my proposal! We were married in the castle by the king himself (who turns out to be a lovable fuzzy pushover.) We got to talking and he set me up with a great job as the royal scientist, can you believe it! He said it was so I could support the children to come! O///O I’m not even sure how skeletons have children. It’s silly, but I’ve been too embarrassed to ask anyone. I’ll ask my new wife on our honeymoon…I’m not sure how that will go either, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to find out.

Entry 12

A beautiful baby boy has graced our lives! It all happened so fast and here he is! Ah. To hold a child in my arms once more! Gracious, how I missed it so! I wonder how Trish will react when she finds out she’s a sister! Little baby Comic Sans! Don’t ask me how I know if he hasn’t said a word yet, it’s some sort of skeletal instinct. Its incredible the things I learn about my new existence. Do you know, we made him out of magic and just a little piece of each of us? My wife donated a back molar, I donated a bit of my right hand(I lost my teeth in my past life and it didn’t feel right to do anything else.) I was able to just remove a little circle of my matter with magic and place it next to her tooth. It was oddly painless. In the past, I would have never believed it, as scientific as I was. But here I am, a being made of magic, and just a little dust, and so is my wife, and so is our child. We just charged up our energy and zap there he was!

Of course it took quite the toll on both of us, we’ll both have to take off work for weeks, maybe months. Though, I must say, I like how both partners have to put forth effort for new life to be created, really gives you a sense of pride and responsibility. Of course, I felt that with Trish, but with little Comic, it’s a whole new depth. I really feel like part of my soul went into him and is no longer mine, but his forever. And indeed, it may not be metaphorical, but actual. I’m still not sure how this monster stuff works. I would like to try it one more time, either another girl or another boy, doesn’t matter. But it will be a while. This one exhausted us, and if experience serves, it may be a good idea to wait until comic is old enough to handle himself a bit. 9 or 10 sounds good. I’ll talk to Harrington about it. In any case, it would be nice to even out my hands.

Entry 13

Comic is showing incredible mental development. Comparable to Trish. They will both surpass me, if Trish hasn’t already. Comic certainly will. Physically however…he likes his naps. I don’t know what is normal for skeleton children, but Trish didn’t nap half as much. He’s also rather small for his age, I think. I can’t tell. Trish grew so fast, was it because she was a human, a girl, both, some other factor? I keep urging him to eat healthy, but he keeps begging for fast-food. Half the time I think he just wants the ketchup that comes with it. I don’t know what it is with that boy and ketchup. His mom says it’s just a phase, but I’m not sure.

Entry 14

We’ve done it again! Another gorgeous baby boy. His name is Papyrus! He’s such a sweetheart! Everyone who meets him loves him instantly. I was worried for a moment if the brothers might have a rivalry, but no such thing. Comic absolutely adores his younger brother. I get the feeling he would protect him to the ends of the earth. I’m such a lucky father.

#undertale #fanfic #gaster's journal entries #gaster's family #sans #papyrus #part 2

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nighttimepixels · 7 years ago

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answering asks~!

okay, i got behind in answering you cuties with life and also my constant attempt to draw funny things in response. much to my frustration, my descent into undertale hell hasn’t changed that whole “still human with human limitations and also time is a finite resource” deal, so here’s all these lovely messages in a group, plus a couple quick SAI sketches as i could squeeze in :)

(... again, sorry for hoarding some of these for the better part of a week+, i’m usually either trying to find the time for an art reply or just keep them in there because they cheer me up and make me so, so happy & feel determined to tackle difficult things TvT<3)

long post ahead, so scroll on by if you prefer ^^

@robindaspoopy hell yes, i’ve been getting an ever-growing soft spot for him, especially with how well tyranttortoise writes him... he is just too much fun to draw interactions with and i’m full of questionable taste anyways so i mean

@kiwispaz *audibly eyebrow wiggles right back ;D

edgy husband anon - seriously, i couldn’t sum it up better myself X) those exclamation points = my feelings. edgy husband indeed <3

legy anon - you have the best taste. the legy is the true key to the heart.

topless red anon - yes, yes, and yes. i’ve been getting too much support for topless drunk red sooo i have far too much leeway with you all to keep up those shenanigans.

@broken-synchronicity ahhh thank you so much-! T//v//T<3 i keep thinking that ‘yes, okay, i really like this one in particular-’ but then someone posts some fantastic art or writing and i’m right back at square 1 surrounded by all these skelebros who i love so much. X) (and also Grillbys and Gasters, woops)

@idrawsinandimproud i can’t quite keep up with the hug demand in drawing form, but heck yes, hug accepted, returned, and Red most definitely included. <3

@unhexablehearts i keep looking at your message and finding my hand pressed to my chest because in so few words you’ve struck me so deep. thank you so, so much, you total sweetheart. <3 hugs returned for sure! and fingers crossed that the shenanigans i draw end up being a good time for you all as well :)

@summerfred1516 i... oh geez, oh geez. was your goal to make me flustered?? because you sure succeeded ;///v///;b i’m so, so happy that you like my art - and truly, you are anything but awful with words. <3 i hope you have a lovely -insert appropriate time period here- as well!

@ate-wapakels69 any interaction is welcome! i see you pop up in my notifications sometimes and i’m always happy for it (partially because i choke with laughter everytime i see your icon, you have fantastic taste in characters) - and thank you so much, love! <3 i’m gonna treasure this hawk? feather forever <3 <3 69/10 right back at you for your whole self ;)

caps anon- [Night.exe has stopped working] [*you used genuine emphatic compliment! it’s EXTREMELY EFFECTIVE.] T////V////T<3 <3 <3

i actually did talk to her briefly and shared your message! she really is a total sweetheart! just like you, it seems ;) seriously, thank you so much, you’re too kind - and i’m sure she’d love to say hi to you as well, you should definitely send her a message ^^

@vampirezelda 1) you have excellent taste in usernames and 2) you have excellent taste in games - and what, in podcasts too! i love WtNV, though i’m considerably behind currently ;v; i was lucky enough to actually get to see one of their live shows 3 or so years ago - just as much of a delight (if not somehow more so) in person as the show is normally! it’s otherworldly, just off the edge of creepy, contains some hilarious and lovely character relationships, and is humorous overall, too - definitely up my alley. i’m glad you like it too! <3 like i said, you have fantastic taste X) <3

@adelphi-lancaster ohhh, hello right back and thank you so much-! oh stars, i’m still flustered from when you sent this in. you’re the wonderful one here, and i hope that i can continue to bring a little happiness to you with my silly art shenanigans. <3 <3

i’m relieved to hear that they were happy tears! <3 i feel that way too - i feel like that song just really resonates with him singing it, and i get emotional thinking about it... thank you so very much for your support and your ever-kind words, love - your messages mean the world to me, and make my day every time i see one pop up in my inbox! i’m always pretty anxious about how i’m doing with the various blogs i try to run (... try being the key word here, especially since this one is really the one with any regular content...) if a ball of anxiety and hope like me can manage, well, anything, i’m absolutely confident you can too. you are so sweet and it makes me smile when i see you pop up on other blogs, too! believe in yourself - i know i believe in you, without a doubt. <3

@sparkly-potato-wasteland ahhh thank you so much! i’m so glad you liked it - i’ve definitely got more on the slate for little animations like that, both silly and sweet (hopefully), so with any luck i can make other things that you enjoy :)

@starprincessart RIGHT. <3 <3 i love it too, ahhh geez it gives me so many feelings. and i’m so delighted that you liked that animatic-! you’re sweet, y’know that? <3 i dunno about being that skilled, but i always hope that the heart i put into these shenanigans comes through, if nothing else. <3

@skeletorific i listened to that song at least a dozen times after i got this, and i’m cracking up, i just-

yes good hc interaction, strongly accepted & encouraged

@ut-stuff noodle arms are excellent arms too - and oh man don’t do a violence (except do, when they’re rude, y’know, that sort of thing >v>) and heck yes, snacks needed and welcomed! >:D

@skeletons-with-illegal-melons 1) bless your username and 2) honestly?? same. there’s is 100% going to be more drunk Pap content, heh <3

@vividlylost - your FACE is amazing! may i smooch your cheek? you are too sweet! and clearly no DD role necessary, Pap is the driver of life and he’s gonna drive his way right to your heart. X)

@babyfacedadult - actually that’s excellent news, because i too have an absurdly solid alcohol tolerance! we can get viking-levels-of-alcohol tipsy together and start a bar brawl cuddle session?? pun off??? affectionate noogie sesh???? either way, we’re getting kicked out of grillby’s as one enormous and absurd group, good times ahead XD

awww, that’s so sweet of you to ask! <3 i mean, for a couple my art of them is conceptually loose at best bc of not-quite-certainty about appearance, but left to right we’ve got-

asksansallthethings, tyranttortoise, myself, joliemariella (the inspiring tags-creator), ut-stuff, and whisper ^^

... like i said though, i’m uh, probably wrong on a couple of those, or at least i’m playing terribly fast and loose with their appearances (i’m so sorry, friends TvT;;;). i wanted to include several others, but time & space wasn’t precisely conducive to adding even more cuties. X)

@robindaspoopy & spookysmooch anon & @unhexablehearts-

(heck yeah leggys all the way forever)

secret admirer anon what the heck i - th-thank you-! ?? ahhh you’re so sweet! love you right back, you total cutie-! ;////v/////;

#pixel answers #sorry some of these had to wait so long-!#TvT;;;#thank you all so so much-!#i legit have copies of all of these on my computer #bc i'm a mess and i'm so honored & flustered at any of you wanting to send me all this sweet support ;v;#and high fives to all of you in the throes of skelebro love #i feel you there #X)#<3 <3 <3 to ALL of you #including quiet-watchers/non-askers - i love you too you sweethearts!#long post #reeeeally long post #i'm sorry;;#that leaves only a couple asks in my inbox! ahhh 3 i think? that i'm answering separately for Reasons(tm) X)#they'll be finished soon - er at least 2 of them #slowly but surely-!#don't wanna leave you cuties hanging longer akdsjf #night answers

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cracker46soup · 7 years ago

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Lil Undertale analysis thing, I guess [SPOILERS AHEAD]

I realize that we’re all collectively sick of discussing Undertale, but I’ve been meaning to write down my thoughts on the game for a while, especially since I almost finished the game’s Genocide run (damn that last Gaster Blaster attack, I’ve died to it so many times!).

I find it interesting that everyone seems to mention the moral element of the game. The game, people seem to say, is a simple examination of the morality of murder in video games. To many, the game is asking a simple question--what would you do with the (seemingly) unlimited freedom video games can offer? The Genocide run, of course, is where the depravity of your bad choices is truly revealed, with the ‘soulless pacifist’ run acting as a sort of karmic punishment for your actions.

This line of thinking is pretty flawed, for the obvious reason that the characters in Undertale, no matter how deep and sympathetic, aren’t real. Somehow who condemns the Genocide run on moral grounds would counter this by asking how somebody could be comfortable with killing characters they’ve grown attached to through their Neutral and Pacifist runs. To that I would say, well, affection for fictional characters is a highly subjective thing! Some people just might not love Papyrus or Undyne as much as you do. Conversely, you might be amused when a character you hate dies in a film, whereas I might be strongly attached to that character, and cry for hours at their death. These things are complicated, y’know?

To me, Undertale is actually about how we engage with media, particularly video games. It’s about the dichotomy between treating media as art, as an emotional experience created by a human being for the enjoyment and enlightenment of other human beings, and treating media as a ‘toy’, as a puzzle box to be poked and prodded at.

The True Pacifist run is a wonderful little story on its own, and a wonderful piece of art. It’s a funny, sad, scary, and uplifting tale about friendship and healing. On its own, it would be a fine artistic achievement.The game itself acknowledges this! When you boot up the game after finishing the True Pacifist Run, Flowey asks you to leave your friends alone, and refrain from resetting the game to see the rest of the content. I gave you art, the games seems to say, was this not enough?

For many people, including me, it isn’t. Even in the Neutral and Pacifist runs, the game contains a wealth of different responses for almost every scenario you can think of. However, there’s always the slightest bit of resistance from the game, a subtle reminder that the core story should be the focus of your experience. For example, at multiple points (most notably during his monologue at the end of the Neutral run) Flowey will mock you for the time you’re wasting trying to discover every little bit hidden dialogue. If you reload and beat Photoshop Flowey enough times, he will simply stop giving you a meaningful response after the games conclusion, instead asking if you ‘have anything better to do.’

But of course, none of us actually have anything better to do, do we? Going by the hardcore Undertale community’s obsession with obscure and slightly irrelevant mysteries, such as disappearance of Gaster, we all seem more interested in piercing the heart of some sort of ‘grand puzzle.’ However, what reward could we gain that would be more satisfying, more poignant, than the end of the Pacifist run? Our search for the end of Undertale’s limitless content is bound to hit a dead end.

The overarching themes of the game are brought to a stunning conclusion at the end of the Genocide run (though many people seem to hate that the game includes a Genocide option, in my opinion the inclusion of the Genocide run elevates Undertale from a good game to a truly excellent one). You’re not killing everyone because you hate them, you’re killing them because you have to see what happens. You have to consume more of the games content, to pierce the mystery at the end of the game’s final run.

But there is no mystery, not really. Your soul is stolen, and all of your subsequent Pacifist runs are tainted by your ‘sin.’ You’re not totally condemned; you can still restart the game as many times as you’d like. In fact, the game is almost giving you what you wanted all along--an endless, reincarnating playground for you to tinker with and destroy, free from any real communication between the author and the player, free from reason or emotional resonance. Ironically, the way the themes of the game morph and shift with your decisions, the way that the genocide and post-genocide runs completely spit in the face of artistic cohesion, makes Undertale one of the greatest art games of the decade in my opinion.

When I started thinking about Undertale’s attitude towards artistic appreciation, it brought to mind the widespread ‘recap culture’ we see online. There’s a limitless amount of TV blogs out there, many of them treating television episodes as a series of moments to be dissected and judged on their own individual merits, failing to examine the artists’ overall intent. This isn’t even necessarily the fault of the people who create these recaps: it often seems like television, particularly so-called ‘prestige TV’, is designed to be speculated about, to be poked and prodded at like the monsters that inhabit Undertale’s world. For a good article that elucidates some of the problems with modern prestige TV, I’d recommend this.

Anyhow, that’s basically all I have to say about Undertale for now. Sorry for the rambling! I know a lot of these thoughts have been circulating around before, but I just felt like I had to get some of my opinions down on paper. Hope you enjoyed, and remember to always

#undertale #analysis #undertale analysis #video games #pc gaming #indie gaming #flowey #sans #papyrus #undyne #flowey the flower #gaster #undertale genocide run #undertale pacifist run #media #media analysis #art

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Ridiculous Theory Contest Entries and Results

OK first of all thanks to everyone who entered because this was a totally random contest that you’re not actually really getting anything out of except an art request and I mean, I dunno, I feel like that’s pretty great but that’s a me thing, you’re not getting food or points or anything, so it means a lot to me that you actually participated to make it fun :)

(FFN) Sirrius The Moonblade (1)

Gaster isn't a skeleton monster he's actually a porcelain doll monster who is melted from the DT machine.

Nice one to start off with. This is random as heck but also makes sense. I really like this idea. …Not to mention it’s just hilarious to think of Gaster as actually being a porcelain doll in the context of COREfic because. Yeah. He’s pretty dang broken. Haha, accurate. The one thing is, this theory doesn’t really seem related to this fic in particular, it’s more of a general headcanon.

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(ao3) procrastinatingbookworm (1)

The scythe from Gaster's father is not, in fact, destroyed, which is good, because part of the soul of Gaster's father resides in it, and is keeping Gaster alive. Were the scythe to be destroyed, Gaster would begin to feel the effect of age rather rapidly, and with no warning.

Oooooooooh. That’s a good one. Like, how? So many questions! It makes me want to write another whole story! Also, props for referencing the bio.

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(FFN) Lynja Fairy (1)

Washing machines and dryers are actually a portal for socks to go to the void. Scandalous!

Everything about this makes me happy. Points for referencing a oneshot, and a oneshot about one of my favorite things (humorous washing machines!) no less. Also, quoting the in-game flavor text! Good!

Lynja Fairy (2)

Theory: CATS stands for Core And Time Subjection. CORE stands for Cats Of Relative Energy. Cats OR Energy.

Oh man. Oooooh man. This is… this is accurate on a meta level and I find that hilarious. Thank you for writing this. *purrs*

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(FFN) MachUPB (1)

What if... Psammites is Gaster's spirit animal? Maybe that's why Psammites is the most comfortable just being there and spends most the day just lying somewhere. Maybe that's why Psammites is happy resting in Gaster's pelvis. Maybe that's why Psammites is the most ancient of cats because he was there first as Gaster's spirit animal...

Oooh. I like that you actually argued for this. Good one!

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(AO3) Just_watch_me (1)

The fire spirt Grillby once fought for looking at him funnily was Hassan and the two of them are actually secret frienemies that, if they ever get the chance to *warm up* to each other, would totally gossip about what an idiot Gaster is right in front of him. Not like he would know because they would be using that special flame language bUT IT'S STILL FUNNY TO ME.

Oh hell yes. It is taking a real effort of will not to shove this into canon even though it mildly disagrees with some other things I was planning, because it is beautiful. Also. I see your pun. I see it. Bonus points.

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(AO3) Emotionally_Stable_Lemonbar (1)

All hail fre shavacado

Hail.

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(AO3) AgentBengalTiger (1)

Suger's mother is a crawler. Suger is responsible for the death of Sans and Papyrus' parents. And ever[y] other bad thing that happens in this story.

I really like how this theory starts out at 110% and then somehow escalates from there.

AgentBengalTiger (2)

A toaster will tragically fall off the counter and break. YOUR HEART. Angst ship. That's my prediction.

I… will neither confirm nor deny the accuracy of this… also that’s hilarious, good job.

AgentBengalTiger (3)

The washing machine will open a portal to the surface if sans gets trapped in it while it's turned on. That, or it will give him teleportation powers and better control over his magic.

Yisss, oneshot reference, bonus points! Also, referencing Sans’ magical difficulties, which I’ve only really hinted at so far! Noice!

AgentBengalTiger (4)

Psammites will be a chekhov gun... cat.

This is very much possible considering it’s kind of already happened in an odd way.

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(FFN anon) Robotic Waffle (1)

Crawlers are actually Amalgamates that Suger made. Because they're weird goopy creatures, and at one point in the story it is mentioned that their origins are disturbing, and monsters that melted together into a big angry jelly is plenty disturbing. And Suger's been messing with determination. Maybe he found out the hard way that monsters can't handle large amounts of determination so he's testing out small amounts on Husk.

Ooooh, good one. I really like that you brought in aspects of the last chapter to argue for this. Also that you quoted me on ‘big angry jellies’. This would make a lot of sense.

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And here we go with my bro Itinerant Reader. I’m honestly not sure if I should flag these last two entries for spoilers—some of this was spot on, but some was way off…. I’m not going to tell you which.

(FFN predominantly) Itinerant Reader (1)

Okay, you know how I am about random theories – the last time I tossed one out there, you told me to stop guessing because I was too close! [THIS IS TRUE, I DID.] So here's a random theory for you, safely not in the comments just in case (... and because I'm kind of self-conscious about my random theories[DON’T BE THEY’RE GREAT]): Gaster is not just deteriorating from being immortal too long. To quote the bio, "[Functional immortality] is not meant to be a permanent state." Therefore, his boss-monster-ness, in an attempt to remedy that, has latched onto a compatible monster to which he acts as a father-figure of sorts. Sans the Skeleton. Sans, already being grown, is not undergoing physical changes, but his -magic- is growing. After all, he did not start with the teleportation [SHHH, NOBODY ELSE HAS NOTICED THIS YET!!!] until -after- he met Gaster. So Gaster is now ageing (Chapter 20) because his boss monster magic sees Sans as his child, despite there being no immediate familial connection, and is acting accordingly. This also makes his initial interpretation of his vision in Chapter 12 true and false at the same time. (Hey, quantum mechanics again!) However, Something Bad happens to Gaster before Sans' magic is 'fully grown', resulting in Sans' magic being powered Up To 11 but his not becoming a boss monster in his own right.

My thoughts: And once again you address things that I have in fact been considering, you dangerously intelligent person. It’s not exactly spot on with what I’m planning but geez you did your research well. Good job!!

Itinerant Reader (2)

How does the Riverperson know Sans? We know Sans nearly died as a baby (_Loving Lies_). We know that the Riverperson has the potential to show up when someone is close to death, even if not actually dead (Grillbz' comment to Gaster in Chapter 22 of _Core_). So that one seems sort of obvious on the face of it, and explains why Sans does not recall the Riverperson – he was too young at the time. Meeting the Riverperson is not exclusive to those near death, however. See Gaster in Chapter 12, and in general. He may be a special case, though. More important is the Riverperson's comment in Chapter 12, however: "And therefore, none of my business, unless I say so." (emphasis added) [YES!! GOOD!!] So it is perfectly feasible to think that those around someone near death or newly-dead might also potentially encounter the Riverperson, should the Riverperson so choose. With both Tahoma and Eras having worked in a hospital, there is a good likelihood that one or both of them had encountered death and the Riverperson, even setting aside Sans' near-death experience as a child. The Riverperson seems a chatty sort when it suits them; perhaps they saw fit to make the acquaintance of one or both of them. (And, if so, probably caused a significant amount of initial anxiety.) [HA!] If they were previously acquainted , I can imagine that Tahoma and/or Eras may have asked the Riverperson to keep an eye on their children when Bad Things Happened to them (I am still avoiding the spoilers on your DA account)– after all, Sans is fragile and Papyrus... is Papyrus. The Riverperson agrees for their own, undefined reasons. However, meeting Sans in an unplanned environment could be very dangerous – the Riverperson's very touch is harmful, [YES GOOD JOB] and would be deadly to Sans. Hence, they bolted that day in Snowdin to avoid the risk. But why was the Riverperson following Sans through 'Ew Home' (assuming the hooded figure was indeed the Riverperson)? Well, they may have been feeling sheepish about earlier. Or they may know that Bad Things Will Happen at the Core. Time seems to be a different concept for the Riverperson than for mere mortals; they may have seen what will happen or the possibilities of what will happen. (Insert predestination vs. free will argument here.) My even-more-off-the-wall theory is that the Riverperson actually is Gaster – that is why they are so random and have taken an interest in both Gaster and Sans. I have absolutely nothing else to back that up right now or any explanation as to how that would be the case, [MAYBE IT’S A VERSION OF GASTER THAT’S STILL DISPLACED IN TIME/SPACE?] but it is an interesting thought that I will think on more. [I’LL STRAIGHT UP TELL YOU THIS ONE IS WRONG, BUT STILL A COOL IDEA.]

My thoughts: ……*claps hands over your mouth* Shhhhhhhutuuup……. Um….. some of this is definitely wrong!! … dang you’re good. Thank you, this was a joy to read!

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RESULTS!!!

First of all, I had a hard time picking a winner because I liked all of these. Some made me laugh, some made me think, some did both, and I was happy to receive all of them.

When it comes down to it though I had to remember that this was a ‘ridiculous’ theory contest. In my exact wording in the author note of Ch. 30 which introduced the contest, “You get points for having it be almost plausible but hilariously strange.” Some of these were completely plausible, period. Which was really cool, good job. …but also I took off some points for that because it wasn’t exactly what I was asking for. This allowed me to narrow it down somewhat.

I then consulted with Convenient Alias, and we narrowed it down to a final three: Agent Bengal Tiger (1), Just_watch_me (1) and procrastinatingbookworm (1). And then I had to endure the hell of making a final decision.

ABT’s is good because, like. I can’t prove that you’re wrong. He could totally be that evil. But, it starts out at 110% ridiculous and then escalates. Also, the whole thing is a ‘your mom’ joke at Suger’s expense. That’s so great.

Alias and I both really liked the theory that Hassen and Grillbz were “secret frienemies”. Cuz that is indeed quite ridiculous (secret frienemies!!) but also it could totally be true and it’s just an awesome idea. And yes that is a hilarious mental image. I like this one a lot.

The bookworm’s theory is good because it takes two super obscure facts that I only mentioned in the bio and relates them to stuff going on in the main fic in a way that is bizarre but also seems like it could totally make sense. I appreciate the originality that took. Alias and I both had a ‘wow’ reaction to this, it’s just a really cool theory to think about. Like, man. How would that work out? Is Castellar clinging to existence so he can protect his kid that he never met from beyond the grave? How aware is he, if at all? Where the hell has the scythe ended up?? Did Felix sense this??? Did it screw with him. Dangit I was thinking of his carrying the scythe around as being a not terribly unhealthy aspect of his grieving but this just makes it… *overstimulated author noises*. SOOOO MUCH UNNECESSARY AAAAANGST!!

So this one’s the winner because I just like it, and I did say that after initial judging that was what it’d come down to. It’s fittingly ridiculous (ah… part of his soul?... how?...also, ignoring what has been stated in-canon to be the case in terms of Gaster’s longevity and headcanoning something else FOR THA FEELZ) but also it does make sense in the context of what’s accepted in this fandom and this AU, it just fascinates me as a theory in and of itself, and for bonus points it pulls in Castellar and the scythe, both of which I’ve only mentioned briefly in the bio.

CONGRATULATIONS PROCRASTINATINGBOOKWORM!

Get back to me with what you’d like me to use my points on for that commission, it can be anything CORE-related and within the stated budget going from the rates on the commission page linked at the bottom of Ch. 30.

Again, thanks to everyone who participated, I really enjoyed reading every one of these!!!

#AmberTale #Contest results

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proxylynn · 6 years ago

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Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #15

Chapter 15: Black

There's a lot of yelling after that stunt Mettaton did. Mostly from Papyrus. Sans just shouts over his brother when possible. I had no voice in the matter. Too spooked to speak really. I was just frozen on the couch for the longest time while the sound of my own heart pounded in my ears.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THIS WAS A STUPID IDEA FROM THE VERY START! HOW THE HELL DID YOU TALK ME INTO THIS MESS?!"

"calm down."

"CALM DOWN?! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN?! THE UNDERGROUND KNOWS NOW THAT THERE'S A HUMAN RUNNING AROUND! HELL, THAT BUCKET OF BOLTS GAVE ENOUGH CLUES TO HAVE PEOPLE LOOKING FOR HER HERE!"

"and how do ya figure that?"

"HE SAID SHE WAS IN A TOWN, SANS. JUST HOW MANY TOWNS DO YOU KNOW OF IN THE UNDERGROUND? WE LITERALLY LIVE IN A PLACE WITH TOWN IN THE NAME! NOT TO MENTION IF ANY OF THOSE DRUNKS AT THE BAR SAW THE SHOW AND RECOGNISE HER VOICE AND RECALL HOW WE ASSOCIATE WITH HER...MY GOD..."

"to be fair, most people in town know we have the human already. they just don't know what a human looks like."

"BUT OUTSIDERS DIDN'T KNOW. NOW UNDYNE AND THE KING SURELY WILL WANT TO HAVE HER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THIS WHOLE MESS IS ONE BIG SHIT STORM...HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW ABOUT THE HUMAN?! SHE'S NEVER LEFT OUR DISTRICT!"

"yeah, a funny story about that. remember that machine we used in the multicolored tile puzzle?"

"THE ONE WE GOT FROM ALPHYS? WHAT ABOUT IT?"

"see...that hunk of junk was actually mettaton."

"..."

"bro?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

"i wish. the quack confirmed it herself."

"UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE."

"i know this seems bad..."

"BAD IS A MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT. WE ARE TRAPPED IN A PARADOX. ON ONE SIDE, WE MUST OBEY THE KING AND TURN OVER THE HUMAN SO WE ALL CAN BE FREE. AND YET, WE ALSO HAVE TO OBEY THE QUEEN AND SHE DOESN'T WANT HARM DONE TO THE HUMAN. THERE'S NO WINNING HERE AND OUR LIVES ARE ON THE LINE. AND FOR WHAT? FOR HER? SHE'S NOT WORTH DYING OVER!"

"pap, come on, she's right there."

"I DON'T CARE! GET HER OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS ANYMORE, SANS. I'M DONE. DO YOU HEAR ME, HUMAN? THIS IS OVER. NEXT TIME WE MEET, I WILL KILL YOU."

Things kind of fog in my head when those words and everything else keeps repeating to me. Sans isn't given many options at this point. For the meantime, he removes all traces of me from the house and all that is me is now in the shed, me included along with Flowey. Vaguely I recall Flowey asking Sans if we'll be able to at least get back to the Ruins. He didn't give an answer. Merely leaving a plate of food without a word being spoken. This is how it's been now for a couple of hours. Me, staring at a now empty plate and holding Flowey's pot to my chest to keep his soil warm while I sit on the small pet bed.

"We're not going back to the Ruins, are we?"

Flowey asks and I just tighten my hold on him. I'm not in a mood for talking.

"You're probably right. Now's not the best time. Who knows how many are out looking for you."

I shiver.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Cold."

Flowey looks around, the shed isn't that bad for its piss poor condition but the broken windows do let the chill air in. He hadn't really noticed since I'm using my body to warm his soil.

"Will you be okay through the night?"

I nod.

"You sure?"

I nod again and he pouts.

"You know, it would help if you'd talk to me. Even if it's something silly."

I close my eyes.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!"

"I'm not."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Thinking warm thoughts."

"Oh."

I'll try in the early morning to run for help. Hopefully, no one will be awake at, let's say, 5 am, except Papyrus maybe. The way back to the Ruins from here isn't long, but it is tedious and I'll need to try out being stealthy more to avoid monsters looking to nab a human. It's a bit of a shame that there's such a huge gap between here and any place I can say is safe. I mean, I want to trust that Grillby's would be a safe place to duck into if shit hits the fan, yet I can't say for sure that's the case. Even if Grillby likes me, I'd be a fool to think he'd really turn his back on his race by harboring me. The smallest crime is met with massive ramifications in this world. Even if he would, I could never live with myself if he was caught and held in this court's version of retribution. He's been so kind to me. I won't betray that kindness with his extinguishing execution. Argh...Why did I leave the Ruins? I didn't have to just to see Napstablook. Was it my curiosity? I always heard it can kill. What I wouldn't give to be back with Toriel right now. Just listening to her read from one of her random books as I lay beside the fire all cozy and Flowey hums softly to himself, maybe Chara would pop in to chat. Yeah...That would be heaven right now. All nice and safe, kept warm by the heat of the hearth in our home sweet home as I lose my senses watching the flickering of the flames dance with the embers like graceful lovers.

Pussycat~

Something inside my soul has me hearing Grillby's voice like a whispering burn.

Pussycat~

I start to feel warmer as if the man of flame were here with me. I can imagine it now. He and I sitting here, him at my back with his arms over mine. Him constantly teasing that pet name in my ear just to rile me up for his amusement and me not caring because his company is worth the minor annoyance.

Pussycat~

Yeah, yeah, you really get a kick out of calling me that.

You know you like it.

Maybe.

You know you like me too.

Don't be a fool, ya goof. Of course I like you.

No, that's not what I meant.

What are you insinuating?

Search your feelings, you know the answer.

This is a weird conversation to be having with basically myself.

Who says I'm just a voice in your head? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Or maybe, I'm closer than you think. Maybe I'm right in...here.

I feel something ignite my soul and my eyes shoot open in shock. The suddenness gets Flowey's attention.

"Everything okay?"

Images flash before my eyes. Images I forgot about. It comes flooding back to me and I scream internally as it didn't take much for the spell of alcohol to be broken.

"Whoa...Your face is really red. You're not getting sick, are you?"

I shake my head and curl myself into a ball around his pot.

"Are you sure? You feel really warm."

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"But..."

"Please...Just...Get some sleep. We leave in the morning."

He doesn't like it when I get like this. I don't like it either. But he also knows that when I get like this, I tend to keep to myself until I, and only I, feel ready.

"Okay. But if you want to talk, you know I'm here."

I nuzzle him so he'll relax and I think it works for now. I just hope that when we wake up things will be better...also, I really hope I don't dream about Grillby again. I really don't want to freak Flowey out with that crazy Pink Soul. Lord knows I don't want to feel that surge again. I just want this to be normal. Please? Just one normal night's sleep. Is that too much to ask?

In the house beside the shed, someone else was having issues of their own. While Papyrus didn't seem to be bothered by the recent events other than he was involved, Sans felt the tug of convictions in conflict. On the one hand, as a monster of the Royal Guard and loyal to his King, he knew it was in his best interest to turn the human over to the crown so that the race my once more walk under an open sky. Yet, on the other hand, he is also a man of loyalty and his Queen/friend had him make a promise, yet Sans is many things but an oathbreaker is not one of them. Not to mention in his late-night chat with this human, he had come to realize that she was far different from that of Frisk.

While in some of their encounters Frisk would mention Chara or Gaster, it was never to the extent Lynsie talked about. Hell, she had bruising from a guy that isn't even on this level of existence. What the fuck is with that? Was she just unlucky? Was it something about her in general like that glitchy thing or her strange soul? Or maybe it's something weird in her humanity? Probably wouldn't hurt to read some of those books he and Papyrus got. Who knows, he might learn a thing or two that could come in handy when dealing with her. Not like he learned anything much in his time working alongside Gaster and Alphys all those years ago. Humans usually met with quick demises when spotted and the most the scientists were able to study were the souls left behind. For some morbid reason, the King would always take the bodies away and as you can guess that makes it hard to study human biology. But that's where the books come in. How kind of the humans to write out informative novels on how they function and then chuck them into the hell of the Underground. That's like a robot pointing out where it's batteries are located. Very stupid.

Speaking of robots, he was regretting that moment in time where he stopped Papyrus from smashing that machine. Fucking Mettaton and his blabbermouth. They had a pretty sweet thing going on until he had to ruin it with that stunt. Now the town is going to lose its mind looking for her, probably thinking a reward will come for doing so. If something happens, he'll have to change how he handles confronting her so other won't think he's sided with humans. The last thing he needs is another reason to have a target on his back. By looking at him, most write Sans off as weak and easy EXP. They are wrong. Even if he has only 1 HP and an LV of only 1, Sans is a monster not to be trifled with. With his skills alone, he has made higher LV leveled monster turn tail in shame. Still, there are the few fools that dare try to tangle with him. Most of them don't get the chance to know his power because of Papyrus and to a degree he's thankful for that. Yet he hates when Papyrus deals with these attackers. For it was one such attack that Papyrus gained his first EXP and his taste for slaughter began, turning his brother from the kind person he grew up with into the cold-hearted asshole that he is now. Sans has lived with the guilt of that ever since. Though tonight, if only for a little while, he managed to get a small glimpse of his brother's old self. The human was to thank for that. That girl...He'd swear she had a split personality. One moment she'll piss Papyrus off to the point of violence and the next moment she's kissing up to him to where he's calm as can be. She is a strange one, that Lynsie. So yeah, maybe one of these books will help him get a better understanding on what makes her tick. Here's hoping they're not all full of gross human facts. Let's see...Psychology For Idiots: How Everything Somehow Is About Sex. ...God damn it. Needless to say, he threw the book into the corner when it began insinuating incest.

[Time passes]

"*whisper*...Wake...up...Hey...Lynsie...Come on...Wake up..."

{Wake up, idiot!}

Flowey's muffled voice barely stirred me, but Chara shouting in my head is something very clear. My eyes strain open as shadow moves across the floor. This instantly alerts my senses and I don't like it.

"*whisper* What's happening, bro?"

"*whisper* I woke up because I heard something outside. Then I saw someone looking in the window."

I snort softly.

"*whisper* Great...Nothing beats starting the day with some fucked up shit."

"Human! We know you're in there! Come out and face death!"

I am not in a mood for this and I can sense nothing good will come from this point.

"Piss off!"

"*whisper* That's not going to help you know."

A blade stabs into one of the walls.

"Come out! Or we will make you!"

Well, that's cliché as hell. I take a quick look around and note the few broken floorboards. They'll do nicely.

"Flowey, do you think you can travel in cold ground?"

He looks at me funny.

"I guess?"

"Good."

"Wait, what are you planning?"

I bring us over to one of these messed up floorboards as those on the outside begin pounding on the shed. With the heel of my foot, I stomp into the edges of the splintering board and break off more to show the non-snowy dirt below us.

"I need you to be brave, bro."

"Lynsie?"

I claw out a hole before scooping Flowey out of his pot to now fill the spot.

"I need you to be strong. Bad stuff is about to happen. Bad stuff that might make that darkness in my soul come out..."

His face scrunches in worry.

"So in case that happens, if I lose myself to that blackness...I'm counting on you to get someone we trust. I don't care who. Mom, Sans, Papyrus...Anyone we know will do. I'd ask you to be the one, but I don't wish to put you through what might happen. Can you do this mission for me?"

I can see the fight in his eyes. He doesn't want to leave me. But he doesn't have a choice. Especially when a freaking molotov cocktail comes shattering through one of the windows. Sans and Papyrus are going to be pissed that some assholes are burning their shed down.

"You have to go!"

"I can't just leave you here!"

"Asriel, please!"

I've never said his name before. I didn't want to use it until I felt we had bonded more, like what Chara would tell me about. But I had to. I had to use it to drive this urgency to its point. And he gets it, though the reluctance remains on his face.

"I'll come back for you."

I smile and stroke his petals.

"I know. Be safe, brother."

"Okay...You too."

He struggles a bit to sink his roots in but he soon leaves and I grab my bag before the flames try to take that from me. I'm grateful to the fact I can open the bars, gotta thanks Sans later for showing me that, otherwise I'm fairly certain the fire would get me. I know this is going to be bad, I just know it. So it's no surprise that when I flee the burning shed that I'm almost immediately attacked. Sucker punched hard enough to knock me into the snow. Suddenly the fire feels like it was the safer option.

"I think you need to understand a few things about our little town..."

A large brown bear in a red jacket with black sleeve lines and zipper stands as the leader of this group of four monsters that are assaulting me. The others are smaller than the brown blue bear in a red sweater with black lining, a pink mouse in an overly long read and black scarf with matching puffball cap, lastly is this weird thing that looks like a grinning red devil/demon in black under its wing cowl.

"The way our society works is very simple as far as politics go. There are no mayors or governors over each territory of the Underground. We all are ruled by our monarch, and his Royal Guard enforces his laws. Around here if there's ever a problem, a skeleton will tell a fish lady about it. But here's the thing...What if that skeleton isn't doing his job and allowing something like, oh I don't know...a Human...to go about on its own will and endanger the public? Why that would be quite criminal, to say the least. Wouldn't you agree?"

Dear god this guy never shuts up. In the time he's taken to monologue, I got up and dusted the snow off while thinking of several ways to get out of this.

"Dude, as much as I'm a fan of the whole bad guy needs to rant cliché. But you do realize how pointless it is to waste time chatting me up, right? And I know it's counterproductive on my end telling you this...But you could've killed me by now."

The mouse sighs.

"I told you this was stupid."

The blue bear groans.

"This is not stupid. It's a tradition. And tradition isn't stupid."

The red demon, who is the closest to me, looms just over my shoulder and bares his teeth in his grin.

"I say we compromise. We continue with the plan but do it at the same time as killing her."

I point to this devil and smirk.

"Now this guy has the right idea."

{What the hell are you doing?}

Chara's voice rings true and I shake my dumb helpfulness off. Now isn't the time to be pointing out flaws in how to properly kill me.

"On second thought, go on. Give me the speech. I wanna hear how I fucked up and how you're going to give me my comeuppance."

The brown bear rubs his face as he steps closer, dude is much bigger than me but still small compared to Toriel.

"I really don't get it. I've seen you around a few times, we all have, and I just don't understand."

Don't ask him what.

"What?"

Damn it! At least the fire isn't so bad. The snow melting on it is almost enough in mass and speed to put it out, but not quite enough to fully do the job.

"Why haven't you hurt anyone?"

I blink a few times and tilt my head in confusion. This doesn't go over with the bear. He snarls and grabs my face.

"Don't play with me, bitch! We know what you are! Humans kill monsters! What sort of sick game are you pulling by acting like you're one of us!"

I bite his hand...eh...paw? Whatever his grabbing appendage is called, I bite it and he releases in pain.

"If you think I'm acting, then you're a fool."

The red devil grabs my arm and hurls me into a nearby tree. The mouse, I feel sorry for, because it tries being tough by going for my legs, but I accidentally kick it away in the face. This is when blue bear begins hitting me and red demon joins in. All while brown bear watches with annoyance and pink mouse tries to make the world stop spinning.

"Remember boys, we're not to kill her. We'll be rewarded more if Asgore gets her alive."

The pummeling is not good on my end. I try to fend some of the blows off, but there's only so much I can do. Blue bear hits harder than red devil yet he's more precise in the attack, striking at points that can probably cripple me if he was a bit stronger. All the commotion, of course, draws attention. Monsters in town only come as close as the skeleton household and watch on with a strange mixture of reactions. Most are thrilled to see the beat down, the fact it's on a human is a bonus, yet for the few that do know me from the bar...they are a tad more conflicted.

"What's wrong, human? Why aren't you fighting back? Do you want to die?"

{I hate to agree, but they make a point. You need to fight back.}

You think I haven't been trying?! I can't make one move without getting hit twice. And even if I do fight back, I can't even fight for real because I don't want to hurt anyone.

{But if you don't, then something might...}

*Crack*

[HP ████████████████████ 20/36]

The sound almost echoes and is followed by my roar of pain. I'm a tad surprised when the hits stop. Then again, probably seeing what we do see would do that. Blue bear had stomped on my left arm and the bone couldn't take it, snapping the radius to make part of it pierce outward like spikes. This is on a new level of pain that rivals the stabbing Papyrus has done. I hold the bloody limb into the snow and trying to numb it with the cold. My watering eyes aren't helping me see what's going on.

"Will you look at that. Heh...No wonder those boneheads didn't turn her over. This human's got a skeleton inside her."

"I'd bet gold that they were using her for their own fun."

"Can't say I blame them. I'd do the same too if there were no more of my kind."

"Greedy bastards. Leaving us all trapped down here just so they can fuck some human whore."

I glare at the watery blurs that they are in my eyes.

"Awww...Ain't that cute? She's offended."

"What's the matter, whore? Mouth too full to talk?"

"I say we have a little fun of our own."

"Yeah! Those pricks owe us for withholding her."

Now, I don't know fear very well. Gaster was the one that truly scared me for the first time. Not even these threats scare me, I've heard them before in middle school. But this is different. These aren't humans that can be intimidated. These aren't humans that I can handle on my own. These are monsters that are stronger than me. These are monsters that have already proven that they don't care what they do so long as they get what they want. I don't know fear. But I do know fright. And right now...I'm scared.

"Come on, whore. Bring out your soul."

I don't like this.

"Yeah, if you do us right, we might just show you mercy."

I'm scared.

"I bet fucking a human feels amazing."

Make this stop.

"As the leader, I get first dibs."

Make it stop!

Suddenly, I hear the loud thumping of my heart and a familiar pain shoots through my veins. The air stills, the temperature drops, and I know what's about to happen but I don't have the strength to fight it. In an instant, the world goes dark for me and my body slumps over in the snow like I'm dead with my eyes open. The three big ones are too busy fighting over who really gets first dibs to notice this or the pink mouse approach my body. He just looks at me. Snapping his fingers as if to get my attention yet lifeless I lay. He does however become confused when the whites of my eyes begin to darken into black.

"Hey, guys? I think something is *squeak*...!"

The mouse's sudden cry get their attention but they weren't expecting what they end up seeing. The mouse is dangling by the throat in my good right hand and is struggling to breathe. All of a sudden, there's a small popping sound and mouse goes slack before fading away into dust. Their eyes widen as my body rises unnaturally from the ground and I grin maliciously at their now freaked out faces.

"*growls* You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

This was not going to end well.

[Meanwhile: Snowdin Forest]

Boredom once more claimed the skeleton known as Sans. It had gotten to the point where he was flipping through some old magazines he keeps under his post and snacking on hotdogs even though he wasn't hungry. He has looked over these same pages over and over. A few decent articles and comics, but nothing really all that special. Yet anything was better than those damn human books. God, he had no idea how messed up humans were. That one was fucked up. At least she wasn't as nuts as some of the things that the book said. Sure, she was crazy, no doubt there. But who isn't down here? Yet she was something that no one else was, and no he didn't mean she was human, she was harmless as a baby.

"Sans!"

That wasn't a voice he was expecting to hear.

"weed?"

"down here!"

Hidden in the front of his post, Flowey sprouted and looked as if he was being chased by a mower.

"what are you doing out here? heh...did she finally get sick of ya and give ya the boot?"

"Ha ha, very funny. But this is not a social call. There's an emergency!"

"if you're looking for fertilizer, sorry, i'm all out."

Flowey growls.

"Listen to me, Smiley Trashbag, Lynsie is being attacked!"

That made his grin falter.

"what?"

"I don't know how many there are, but they set the shed on fire."

"what?!"

"She made me leave for help. She's afraid that the Black Soul will trigger."

His sockets widen.

"shit..."

Sans is about to teleport when a thought comes to him.

"okay, here's your next mission. follow the path to get papyrus."

Flowey is shocked.

"Papyrus? Why?"

"tell him that some fuckers are wrecking his shit. oh! and tell'em they called him a fart sniffing asshole. he'll rush back to town faster than him wanting to kick my butt over telling a pun."

"That is fast."

"now go."

Flowey nods and sinks into the ground as Sans also disappears.

Now in the town, the sounds of screams are heard as citizens flee to their homes in terror around Sans. Smoke is seen near his home and there are shapes he can't quite make out. His approach is a cautious one as there's no telling what is happening. Little does he realize that what is happening is a nightmare. For once he can see the figures better he regrets so much about putting the human out of the house. There she stands in bloody snow with dust coating the thick red, what looks like a plastic knife in her right hand, her left arm seems wrong at the angle he sees, and Politics Bear's head is under her boot.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Her voice...It made his bones chill down to the marrow. It was cold and growled, almost sounding like two voices in one.

"You wanted a human, right? And humans kill monsters, right? Well, you got your wish."

"No, no, no, no, no, no! Wait...!"

Her boot adds force and the bear's head is no more, just like the rest of his body as dust scatters.

"holy crap..."

The words escaped him before he could hold them in and she heard it. Slowly turning to see him in the glow of the burning shed, those black eyes and sinister smile were all too familiar for the skeleton.

"Sans..."

Never did his name sound so horrifying.

"*gulp* h-hey kiddo...um...you okay?"

She turns fully around and he sees more of the damage done to her, including the bones coming out of her left arm.

"They did this. They hurt me."

"i can see that."

"They wanted to do things to me. Very bad things."

She takes a few steps towards him and he finds himself frozen on the spot.

"I had to do it. I had to make them go away. They didn't give me a choice."

With her coming closer but seemingly calm, his instincts make him CHECK her.

[L̴̵y̷͠n҉s̸i̶e͡͏ – L̴͢V̶̧͝:̧͢ ͟2 – ̀H͘͟͠P͢: ͡͠͏7͠2̀ ́̕A̧T͏̶́K̶:́ ͏62̴͡ D̸Ȩ҉̷F̴͘:̀ ͜͏4͠͞͡2̨ ͏͘͠– ̛̛͝E͠R̢͡R̶̴Ó͠R̢̕]

What the hell is happening with this human?

"yeah...say, w-why don't you just put down the knife?"

She stops within arm's reach.

"Why did you CHECK me?"

Shit!

"n-no reason."

She tilts her head in observation. He'd say this was unnerving but that title currently was held by the fact she hasn't blinked since he's seen her.

"You're afraid of me."

A nervous fake laugh leaves him.

"what? n-no...that's dumb. you're being dumb."

Wow, he sounds like a dork when like this.

"Papyrus was right. You are a bad liar."

He began to sweat profusely.

"i am not..."

"I can smell your fear."

If ever there was a time for his knees to not be knocking.

"It's fine, I don't blame you...You should be afraid."

Flashbacks start triggering in his skull of a child in a striped sweater uttering those same words before slashing at him. Instinct overrides his crippling fright and he shoves her back, making her stumble. It takes a moment before both of them register what happened.

"So...That's how it is?"

"uh..."

"Very well...I was going to leave you alone, but now..."

She stands strong and brandishes the knife.

"I want to see you dance, skeleton!"

She swings the blade and he dodges the strike. She blinks finally and those soulless eyes target him.

[MEGALOVANIA begins to play in the background.]

Thus begins a fight Sans didn't see coming. A tit for tat of turns where she's on the offensive and he dodges to save his life. With each move, he guides her towards the town entrance, hoping to at least get her away from more monsters. But there's a drawback to this. He's not used to moving so much at any given time continuously. He doesn't have the stamina for it. So the longer this goes, the weaker and more tired he gets.

[Sans can't keep dodging forever. Keep attacking.]

Great, now those things are going to make this feel even worse. And by the time he's gotten her past the library he's feeling low.

[Sans's movements grow a little wearier.]

Twenty-two. It takes twenty-two dodges to tire him out. He's sadly counted all the times when he'd fight Frisk before he would be killed. And even more worrisome was that he was on dodge ten.

[Sans's movements seem to be slower.]

Almost there. Almost there. He's gotten her as far as Grillby's bar by dodge sixteen. If he can just make these last six dodges really long...He might at least be able to last long enough for Papyrus to get here. But then she does change her tactics. She doesn't come at him straight on as she had been doing. She instead makes a twisting move sideways that ended with a dive and he had to move to the side just to avoid the strike. She does this each time he tries to get back on the direction out, which is five dodges.

[Sans is starting to look really tired.]

One dodge left. It's all he has left in him. He's sweating and panting out of breath while her demeanor hasn't changed at all, even the lack of blinking again.

"*pant* you...you really don't...don't want to...be doing this..."

"You seem to think I can be swayed when you're near your end. An odd move. But at least it's something."

"*pant* don't make me..."

"Attack? I'd be amused that you tried. There's no point if you don't at least try once. Even those four fought back."

Four? She killed four monsters? But her LV is only 2...How weak were they?

"Pay attention, Sans. We are being watched."

She points the blade to the large window of Grillby's bar and Sans sees the onlookers inside looking back in worry.

"If not for me, at least show them that you tried. It is your job after all. Or are you expecting Papyrus to do the deed?"

He'd flinch if his nerves weren't shot.

"It's your go, Sans. Attack me. Come on. Do it! Keep your promise and kill me before I kill you!"

He hadn't noticed it before, a bit hard to do so when dodging knife slashes, but those last words made him see it. Those cold black eyes of hers that refused to blink were not the dry orbs he expected, no, they were wet and rolling the tears in streams down her face. Somewhere deep in there, that goofy weirdo girl he knows is trapped, and all she can do is try to fight this blackness. And if she can't fight it, she'd try to have herself be put down. Yet even if that's the case, he was struggling to do this. He had never killed anyone in his whole life, he simply doesn't have the heart to do so unless under the most extremes, like when Frisk does a Genocide run. But she was right in her words and he had to try. The Black Soul was going to make her kill him and who knows how many more if he didn't stop her now.

"*deep breath* okay, kiddo. i'll do it."

He focuses his remaining strength into his magic. His eyes go dark except for his left which flares into a glowing flash of red and yellow as he holds his left hand out.

"this is my strongest attack."

She gets ready.

"Thank you."

He smiles sadly and makes a fist with his left hand, her dark soul appears then turns a dull dark blue. He proceeds to lift her into the air before slamming her down hard.

[HP ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ 66/72]

Then bones begin to spring out of the ground under her, stabbing into her as she tries to get back on her feet.

[HP ████████████████████████████████████████████████ 48/72]

Just as those bones begin to sink in and her footing returns, he sends out bones in a zigzag pattern that demands tight precise movement to avoid, which in her current damaged state she does not do well.

[HP ████████████████████████████████ 32/72]

Now for the real magic draining portion of the attack. He summons to him thirty Gaster Blasters, a special move made by Gaster himself and passed on to his brothers, then positions them to circle the bloody human before having them do as their name says...blast her.

[HP ██ 2/72]

Even after all that, after pouring the last of his magic into the attack and unloading Karmic Retribution (KR), she was still alive...just barely though. She was down on her knees, one of those heartless eyes forced shut, and bleeding from just about everywhere. Had her stats not doubled in her LV increase she would be dead where she stood. The weapon she held had been knocked back far enough that it was no longer visible, which is good because losing it meant she was pretty much declawed. For Sans though, the use of so much magic after all the activity was too much. He too found himself unable to stand, he wobbles a bit before falling on his butt in exhaustion.

"*shaky exhale* for the love of god...i really hope that made you normal again."

She doesn't move. She hardly breathes. She just stares at him as she had been. And for a moment, Sans believed the struggle was over. Until...the sound of snow lightly crunching gets his attention. His sockets widen as she weakly crawls towards him, the wicked grin she had since finding her like this now was an animalistic baring of her teeth and the growling coming out of her sounded demonic. Even that eye of hers was more fear-inducing, as it had gone completely solid black. If he had to guess, this was the Black Soul's beastly nature coming out due to being so close to dying. But now wasn't the time to think about the mechanics of her soul. He had to focus on backing away to stay alive while a lost in the darkness psycho human was coming at him with a look that screamed she wanted to gnaw on his bones till he was dead.

"easy, kiddo...let's not doing anything crazy. you're not yourself. it's the black soul making ya do this. ya know you don't want to hurt me."

She snarls and speeds up her crawling faster than he can back away. She ends up over him as he struggles to hold her back, her good hand tries clawing at him while her teeth snap with the want to crunch bone.

"damn it, don't do this! don't make me kill you!"

All the sound that comes out her resembles a rabid beast. Seeing no way out and her most vulnerable area is easily in his range, the Black Soul had remained exposed after his attack, he makes a bold move. One hand grabs her neck to push her up while the other grabs her by the soul itself and doing so causes the most ear-splitting screech to erupt from her throat.

[HP █ 1/72]

"now you listen to me and you listen good. i won't have you do this. you're not this thing. you don't want to hurt anyone, right? that's what you swore. now prove it. prove to everyone that this isn't the real you. that you're not like any other human. so snap out of it, lynsie! this is your soul! yours! you control it, not the other way around! so don't give in like some dumb bitch! fight it! fight back, lynsie!"

Suddenly he felt the soul beat in his grip and her body slowly ceased it's thrashing.

"Sa..́.͟S҉an҉s...͏"

Did he really get through to her? Better keep this up.

"yeah, it's me. i'm right here, kiddo."

"Sans.̨..͝I.͠..͠I di̶d̵ ̧bad ̸thin̕gs...҉D̷idn'̕t͘ I?"

That creepy voice was still there but it sounded more like her at least.

"yeah. but it's not your fault. it's this black soul. it made ya do it."

She softly began to whimper and not sensing danger anymore, he lets her neck go but still holds the soul that began to falter in its darkness.

"hey...come on, people get killed here all the time. it's no big deal. don't start crying."

She covers her eyes with her good arm and weeps into it, black streams fall down her cheeks till the tears become clear.

[YOU WON!]

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Seeing this has him check on her soul. The black was relenting to show some blue, the same color as his magic. A small sigh of relief leaves him as the door to the bar opens.

"Sans? Is everything alright?"

Of course, the only one to check on them would be Grillby. No one else was brave or gave a shit enough to step out after seeing all that.

"i think so."

Grillby comes over and kneels beside the sobbing girl.

"try not to touch her right now."

"Why not?"

Sans shows him the soul in his hand and Grillby stares at the heart trying to regain its color.

"Is she okay?"

"not really."

Grillby's brow frowns and he hesitantly puts a supportive hand on the human's head, softly petting her.

"Shhhhh...It's okay, pussycat. Everything's going to be okay."

Still, she weeps as guilt and shame consume her. Sans waits until the blackness is completely gone from her soul before putting it back at her chest, letting it sink into her body.

"well...at least this can't get any worse."

"HUMAN!"

God damn him and his big mouth!

Papyrus finally appears and has the flower in his grip, it doesn't look alive as the roots are gone.

"pap...what did you do?"

The cold hard stare Papyrus has cuts through Sans and aims right at the girl.

"I THOUGHT I MADE MYSELF CLEAR..."

Papyrus puts out his right hand and Sans realizes what's about to happen.

"pap, no! you don't have to do this!"

"NEXT TIME WE MEET, I WILL KILL YOU."

Too lost in her sadness, the human is unaware of the red glow appearing underneath her and the danger it means. Knowing this, Sans makes a move to push her out of the way at the same time Grillby does. She is knocked back with Sans as sharp tipped bones launch out of the ground. They miss her and Sans. Unfortunately...they still hit someone.

"nooooo!"

The alarm in Sans's voice has the human look now at the scene of where she once was. The look on her face is the same as the one on Papyrus upon seeing the result of his attack...The impalement of Grillby. Needless to say, this was something no one was about to handle well, especially when Grillby coughs up molten plasma. Showing he's still alive but for not much longer.

"*painful cough* Judging by those faces...it looks as bad as it feels..."

For a human that's got the shit beaten out of her and lost a ton of blood to where she only has 1 HP, the girl made a burst of speed toward the down bartender.

"No, no, no, no...This can't be happening...You can't be hurt...You can't."

All Grillby could do was smile as she held his face.

"Someone! Anyone! For fuck's sake, he needs healing!"

Oh, if only it were so simple. If anyone knows the strength and deadliness of Papyrus more than the man himself, it's Sans. And the sad truth is that there's nothing that can be done. No amount of healing magic or health-replenishing food was going to undo an attack meant to kill. Grillby is a dead man. The only real question was when was his soul about to expend the last of its magic and let him fade to dust.

"God damn it! Why is no one helping him?! Why do none of you care?! Papyrus, recoil these..."

Speech dies on her tongue when she spies the flower limply held in Papyrus's hand. Her eyes widen as a new flood crashes down from those orbs like waterfalls.

"Asriel..."

That name...It came out in a hushed breath that few were able to hear. Her next words were much louder.

"You killed my brother?!"

There are not many things that can get to Papyrus. Not even threats from Undyne would shake his core. But knowing he had messed up and the look of loss on the human really hit him hard. The verbal and likely physical assault the human probably wanted to do was interrupted by a weak hand on her wrist.

"*weak* No, pussycat...Stay with me..."

"Don't speak. You need to save your strength."

A strained laugh leaves embers from the fallen friend. The only reason he wasn't dusting instantly was due to his high LV level. Not many would take it from being around the guy, but Grillby's life was harsh and he fought hard to keep burning. It's why he also set up shop to give people a break from all the death. To be able to relax under the protective roof of a man of LV level 10 and know true peace.

"*weak* And here I was worried...that no one would cry...if I ever died..."

"You are not dying! Do you hear me?! You just need a strong healer...Nanny! Mom can do it! We just have to get you to the Ruins and..."

"*weak* Shhhhhh...It's okay to be scared...But you need to be strong..."

"*whimper* Grillby..."

That wasn't going to be a thing for her any time soon.

"*weak* Sans..."

He flinched and choked down a painful lump of dread in his throat as he came to kneel by his friend.

"yeah, grillz. what...what can i do for ya?"

"*weak* I...I think we can call your tab even now..."

Grillby sputters as his flames burn lower with each passing second. It takes everything in Sans for him to not cry. Never in any of the past timelines has Grillby died, at least, not before him. So seeing this, the only friend he had now moments away from dusting, it was painful as all hell.

"hey...leave the jokes to me. *sniffle* ya never did have a strong suit for humor."

"*weak* Yeah, you're probably right...*coughs* Pussycat, mind coming a tad closer? I...I have something for you..."

She wipes her face dry before leaning closer to the fire elemental, no sense getting him wet at a time like this. When she's close enough for him to whisper, he reaches out and pulls her into a sudden kiss that has everyone stunned. While that part had them looking at him in confusion, Grillby can't help the smug and pleased smirk of satisfaction that came to his tired face.

"*weak* Sorry about that...I know you trusted me with your first kiss...but I don't think I can take care of it anymore..."

She blinks with uncertainty that such a thing happened and her soul began to emerge in an odd pink. This glow seemed to bring peace to the bartender.

"*weak* So that was the reason...Heh...I can at least die happy knowing this...Thank you...Lynsie..."

"Don't say that. Don't you fucking say that! You can't die after saying that!"

Grillby's eyes fight to stay open but can't and she loses it in desperation.

"Open your eyes damn it! Don't you quit on me after saying that! You are not allowed to die! Do you hear me?! You're not allowed! *sobs* You can't die! You can't! Don't leave me...Please..."

The flames that make up Grillby's form dim and flicker away. Then, when his body's heat could no longer be felt and his glow was gone, his form dissolves into dust upon the snowy ground. He's gone.

"*crying* This can't be happening..."

She scoops some of the dust in her hands and it slips through her fingers.

"*crying* This wasn't supposed to happen...No one was suppose to die..."

Regret. She was practically emanating the emotion in a near-visible aura as those words kept repeating in her weeping. Papyrus fell to his knees being drenched in the stuff, after all, it was his impulsive action to kill the human on sight that needlessly ended Grillby. Sans, on the other hand, felt pity. Frisk never showed this level of remorse. No human was known to ever give any care for the death of a monster. But she did. She cared. And for the first time in a long time, he felt bad for someone else. So he tried showing some support with a hand on her back.

"it's not your fault."

"*sniffling* This is wrong...This is all wrong..."

"i know. but what's done is done. he's gone."

He stands up and sighs heavily.

"come on...i'll walk ya back to the ruins."

She doesn't move.

"lynsie?"

"...I refuse."

He cocks his sockets at her.

"you refuse? refuse what?"

"This. I refuse this."

"look, i get it. you're sad. i'm sad. we're all sad. but ya can't just say you refuse to accept this. it doesn't make it stop being what happened."

"There's got to be a way to fix this. There has to be."

"there isn't."

"What about the RESET?"

His sockets widen.

"Maybe if I can trigger it..."

"don't!"

He was hoping she had forgotten him ever mentioning that. He didn't want to go down that same road of repetitiveness again. Living the same days over and over and over and over again to the point where nothing fucking matters so you give up trying on everything. No. He was not going through that again.

"What do you mean, don't? If it brings them back, I'm doing it!"

"no! i ain't going through that shit again! resets are like drugs. the first time is supposed to be the only time, but then you start doing them over the stupidest little shit reasons. well, no dice. you're not resetting this timeline!"

"My brother is dead! Grillby is dead! I'm not living in a world where I lose those that matter to me!"

For a moment, Sans didn't see the human girl in front of him. Instead, he saw himself the first time Papyrus died. As big of a dick that Papyrus is, he's still his brother, and no one can stand the pain of losing a family member that's that close to you.

"Please...Sans..."

He hated himself. He hated himself for feeling bad for her, sympathizing. It would be his death one day.

"*grumble* fine."

Her eyes light up with hope.

"Really?"

"but this is a one time deal. one reset. that's it. ya got that?"

"Thank you!"

She hugged his legs tight.

"Thank you, Sans! I promise...This will be the only one."

He casts his blushing gaze elsewhere, especially when that pink glow of her soul started to change into a bright white.

"yeah, yeah, don't mention it."

"If ever mention doing another, I give you permission to kick my ass."

"that, i'll agree to do."

He dreaded the moments to come. The way things would just undo from happening always made his head hurt. Most monsters didn't remember anything when a RESET happened. Some just had odd senses of déjà vu. But he had the rarity of recalling much more than the others did. So when the moments passed and nothing happened apart from her letting him go, a thought popped into his head.

"you don't know how to reset, do you?"

"I thought you'd know and would talk me through it."

He slapped his face.

"for fuck's sake...the most i know about it is that it mainly happened after each time frisk died. i don't know how the kid did it without death."

"So...I have to die in order to fix all this?"

"WORKS FOR ME!"

Blood gushes out of the human's chest as a bone shoves her soul out of her body. Scared shock encompasses her face as Sans's sockets widen from the surprise attack Papyrus did.

"I KNOW NOT WHAT YOU TWO HAVE BEEN SAYING, BUT IF YOU CAN FIX THIS IN DEATH, THEN I ORDER YOU TO DO SO."

Papyrus yanks the bone out and her eyes roll into the back of her head before collapsing to the snow.

[HP 0/72]

"what the fuck, papyrus?!"

"WHAT? I HEARD YOU BOTH SAY SHE COULD UNDO ALL THIS."

"yeah, but she didn't know how!"

"...GOD DAMN IT!"

The human's soul lingers after her final breath, as human souls tend to do. The white color was something monsters haven't seen in a long time. Monsters souls start out white, full of hopes and dreams, just loaded with goodness. But in this world, where death and murder are the norm, the white dulls into gray the longer the monster lives in such a state. So this pure white heart was a blinding eyesore. A reminder of what they used to be. That they were Monsters and not just monsters.

"SO...WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT THAT?"

"don't know. i kinda feel like taking it to the ruins, but..."

"YES, TORIEL WON'T TAKE THIS NEWS WELL."

"damn it...what the hell are we supposed to do?!"

Papyrus's attention left his brother and fell to the soul. It began to pulsate, small electrical crackling sounds coming from the random glitching surges. Sans now found himself staring at the soul as well.

"well...that's different."

"HUMAN SOULS DON'T NORMALLY DO THAT?"

"nope."

"HUH."

The soul surges strongly, bursting energy into the human's body till it fades away and leaves behind a button that Sans has seen too many times before. Only, something about it isn't quite right about it.

[̴̧̡R̸̕͢È̶͡S͟͠E̴̡̢T̷]͝

"IS THAT THE THING YOU BOTH WERE TALKING ABOUT?"

"heh...kiddo found a way. clever girl."

"WAIT...SO THAT THING WILL UNDO ALL THIS?"

"that's the gist of it. but who knows just how far back it might undo things. we could go back minutes, hours, maybe even days or weeks. it's a gamble really."

"BUT...THIS...ALL THIS WON'T HAVE HAPPENED...RIGHT?"

It's rare to see the great and terrible Papyrus like this. To be regretting his actions. To feel pain over a kill. To hate gaining EXP. Papyrus didn't know Grillby as well as Sans did, but he respected the man. If there was ever one person he would not kill, it was the one that made sure his brother was okay when he wasn't around. So if this thing, this RESET, can undo this stain...He was going to use it.

"y-yeah?"

Papyrus goes to hit the button but it's gone. Paw prints lead to the culprit, an annoyed black dog growling with the button in its teeth as it strolled away.

"easy, boy...don't do anything rash that you'll live to regret."

The dog shoots Sans a dirty look.

"ah, you little shit!"

Papyrus holds his brother back.

"ALLOW ME, SANS. CLEARLY, THE DOG DOESN'T RESPECT YOU BECAUSE YOU COMAND NO AUTHORITY. WATCH HOW A REAL AUTHORITY FIGURE WORKS."

Sans rolls his eyes.

"COME HERE, DOG. THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU AND SEEING AS I AM CLEARLY AN ALPHA, YOU WILL OBEY ME."

The dog turns and lifts its tail at Papyrus. The insult is met with a cage of bones surrounding the dog.

"I AM IN NO MOOD FOR YOUR SHIT. DROP THAT...NOW!"

The dog snarls but does as told...except it is the one that presses the button. The button blinks away and the human soul responds with an explosion of all-consuming light that swallows all the Underground.

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📬📬📬" (FASCINATING...)

"👌☼✋☝☟❄ 👌☼✋☝☟❄☜☼ ✡☜❄ 👌☼✋☝☟❄☜☼" (BRIGHT BRIGHTER YET BRIGHTER)

"❄☟☜ ☹✋☝☟❄ 😐☜☜🏱💧 ☝☼⚐🕈✋☠☝" (THE LIGHT KEEPS GROWING)

"❄☟☜ 💧☟✋💣💣☜☼💧 👍🕆❄❄✋☠☝ 💧☟✌☹☹⚐🕈☜☼" (THE SHIMMERS CUTTING SHALLOWER)

"🏱☟⚐❄⚐☠ ☼☜✌👎✋☠☝💧 🏱⚐💧✋❄✋✞☜" (PHOTON READINGS POSITIVE)

"❄☟✋💧 ☠☜✠❄ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄" (THIS NEXT EXPERIMENT)

"💧☜☜💣💧" (SEEMS)

"✞☜☼✡" (VERY)

"✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝" (INTERESTING)

"🕈☟✌❄ 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✋☠😐📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜✍" (WHAT DO YOU THINK, LITTLE ONE?)

"*gasp*"

My eyes open to the sight I didn't think I'd see after what I last remember being through. I'm on the couch in the skeleton house. Sans is to my right, Papyrus to my left, Flowey on the table with the pet rock, and we're all okay. We're just watching TV and everyone's okay. Internally I CHECK my stats.

[HP 36, ATK 31, and DEF 21]

My stats are normal again? Then this means it worked, right? Time went backwards. Wait...then at what point in time is this?

"GREETINGS, YOU LUCKY CALLER. I TAKE IT YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN TO THIS UNFORTUNATE SOUL."

Mettaton's voice chimes in on the TV and the phone in my hand. A hard shiver racks my spine and I look over at Sans. He shakes his head and reaches for the phone. But for some reason I keep it and even stranger, I still answer knowing well what happened before.

"Y-yeah...*nervous* Let him go."

Papyrus scoffs like he did before and Sans glares at me. The robot on TV has an overly dramatic reaction.

"WHAT?! LET HIM GO? NOW, WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A SILLY IDEA?"

I know what happened last time. This is when Mettaton revealed me to the whole Underground and in doing so many died. I know better than to let that happen again.

"Because...If you ever want to meet me, you'll be smart about what you do next."

I hangup the phone and a shaky breath leaves me.

"you didn't have to do that."

"I know. But still letting him do that would be bad. And I've done enough bad."

Sans rolls his eyes with a knowing smirk.

"being nice is going to be the death of you."

A soft smile comes to me.

"I expect nothing less."

Papyrus looks at the two of funny. I don't think he remembers what happened and I think that's a good thing. Mettaton takes the sudden hangup with distress and fains hurt.

"OUCH, DARLING. THE RUDENESS OF IT ALL. I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CALL BUT I'M DELIGHTED YOU DID. ONLY YOU WOULD SHOW KIDNESS TO SCUM LIKE THIS. BUT...YOU CALLED MY BLUFF AND I RESPECT THAT. VERY WELL...THIS POOR, SAD, AND RATHER PATHETIC BOY GETS TO LIVE YET ANOTHER DAY."

The restraints release douche cat aka Burgerpants and he rips the gag off.

"You psychotic bucket of bolts! This was not worth the overtime bonus."

"MAYBE NOT FOR YOU."

He storms off and Mettaton takes a bow.

"I DID AS YOU ASKED, DARLING. I'M HOLDING YOU NOW TO YOUR END OF THE DEAL. I HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HOTLAND SOON. OR CALL. YOU HAVE MY NUMBER AFTER ALL. OOOH...I EVER SO HOPE YOU ARE ABLE TO JOIN ME WHEN THE TIME COMES. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING SOMETHING TRULY FABULOUS TO BE READY ANY DAY NOW AND EXPERIENCING IT WITH YOU...WELL...LET'S JUST SAY IT WILL BE A MOMENT NO ONE WILL EVER FORGET. TOODLES~!"

The show cuts back to something already in the middle of airing.

That's it. This same event just played out and had a completely different outcome. My existence wasn't revealed and no one ended up dead. Everything is fine. Heh...Everything is fine. I start to laugh with joy.

"Everything is fine!"

"SIT DOWN, HUMAN. UNLESS YOU PLAN TO MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND FETCH ME ANOTHER HELPING."

Papyrus holds out his empty plate and I shock him with a surprise hug.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Everything is okay, Papyrus. Isn't that amazing?"

"RELEASE ME NOW OR I WILL HURT YOU."

"And I won't have it any other way."

Papyrus looks at his brother uncomfortably.

"SANS, THE HUMAN IS ACTING WEIRDER THAN NORMAL. I THINK SHE MIGHT BE BROKEN."

Sans merely shrugs.

"eh, maybe she's just happy."

"FOR WHAT?"

"dunno. maybe because she gets to be around someone as awesome as you."

"HMMM...I CAN'T SAY YOU'RE NOT WRONG. I AM INCREDIBLY AWESOME."

I giggle at the level his ego can inflate to and release him to look at Sans.

"don't even think about. you hug me enough as is."

I shrug.

"Fair enough, Sansy-boy."

I take Papyrus's plate and grab Flowey on my way to the kitchen, making an mental vow to never be away from my brother again. Not that he minds the extra attention after going through that experience. Poor boy remembers what happened. He remembers trying to convince Papyrus to go to Snowdin Town but something happened and Papyrus got incredibly angry, ripping Flowey from the ground...things went dark after that. I keep my flower brother with me as the night continues on without incident. I don't even mind that Papyrus puts me out in the shed for the night while Flowey remains in the house. A little cold is nothing compared to what happened before. I just need to work on things. Make sure I do better. I'll do what Sans told me in that fight. I'll show all of monster kind that I'm not like other humans. But I need help if I'm to do any of that. The Black Soul is deadly. It's strong in power and control. It warps my mind, makes me do the bad things I think about but never would act on. I need someone that understands souls. I need Gaster's help. I don't want that THING to take over me again. So when I go for sleep, I try to summon that which always comes to me at random in dreams.

Sleep begets darkness and darkness begets the void's door. I welcome that door and the one that resides within. That man, the one Chara tells me to fear, is my only hope in gaining control over this darkness. I am not surprised by the smug knowing look on that face of his.

"❄☟✌❄ 🕈✌💧 ✈🕆✋❄☜ ❄☟☜ 💧☟⚐🕈📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ❄☜☹☹ 💣☜📬📬📬👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜👍✌☹☹ ❄☟☜ ☞☜☜☹✋☠☝ ⚐☞ ❄✌😐✋☠☝ ✌ ☹✋☞☜✍" (THAT WAS QUITE THE SHOW, LITTLE ONE. TELL ME...DO YOU RECALL THE FEELING OF TAKING A LIFE?)

I look away at the ground.

"I would be lying if I said no. It's like...I was stuck behind this wall. I could see and hear most of what was going on, but I wasn't the one...I wasn't the one in control. It's like a dream when I come out of it. Everything feels foggy like it didn't happen, but I know...*shudder* I know something bad happened and I can't..."

I fight the lump swelling in my throat.

"I can't let this happen again. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm not a killer."

He moves close and I feel this strange vibe off him.

"💧⚐ ✡⚐🕆 💧☜☜😐 💣✡ ☝🕆✋👎✌☠👍☜✍" (SO YOU SEEK MY GUIDANCE?)

I feel so weak and vulnerable having to do this.

"You yourself have said your goal is to understand that which is the SOUL. Well here's your opportunity to do so with my consent."

The grin he makes is unnerving and twisted, pleased by what he's hearing.

"✡⚐🕆 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ☝✋✞☜ 💣☜ ☞🕆☹☹ ✌👍👍☜💧💧 ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆☼ ��⚐🕆☹✍ 🕈✋❄☟ ☠⚐ 👍⚐💣🏱☹✌✋☠❄💧 ⚐☼ ☼☜💧✋💧❄✌☠👍☜✍" (YOU WOULD GIVE ME FULL ACCESS TO YOUR SOUL? WITH NO COMPLAINTS OR RESISTANCE?)

"Yes."

He circles behind me and places his hands on my shoulders.

"☜✞☜☠ ✋☞ ❄☟☜ 🏱✌✋☠ 👌☜👍⚐💣☜💧 🕆☠👌☜✌☼✌👌☹☜ ✌☠👎 ✡⚐🕆 🏱☹☜✌👎 ☞⚐☼ 👎☜✌❄☟🕯💧 💧🕈☜☜❄ ☜💣👌☼✌👍☜✍" (EVEN IF THE PAIN BECOMES UNBEARABLE AND YOU PLEAD FOR DEATH'S SWEET EMBRACE?)

I shiver at this sense of dread of things to possibly come.

"Yes. I need you to figure this thing out and help me. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care how you'll do it. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want..."

"❄⚐ ☹⚐💧☜ ❄☟⚐💧☜ ❄☟✌❄ 💣✌❄❄☜☼ ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆✍" (TO LOSE THOSE THAT MATTER TO YOU?)

I can feel the water begin to pool in my eyes and he leans over me, his hands moving to center the holes in them over my chest.

"✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✌ 💧❄☼✌☠☝☜☹✡ 😐✋☠👎 ☝✋☼☹ ☞⚐☼ ✌ ☟🕆💣✌☠📬 👌🕆❄📬📬📬❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ✋ ☹✋😐☜ ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ✡⚐🕆📬 💧⚐📪 ✋ 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ ☹✋☜ ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ❄☟✋💧📬 ❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ 👌☜ 🏱☹☜✌💧✌☠❄📬 ✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✋☠ ✌ 💧❄✌❄☜ ⚐☞ ☠☜✌☼ 👍⚐☠💧❄✌☠❄ 🏱✌✋☠📬 ❄☟☜ ✌☝⚐☠✡ ❄☟✌❄ 👍⚐💣☜💧 ☞☼⚐💣 ❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ ☹✋😐☜☹✡ ☹✋☠☝☜☼ ✋☠❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆☼ 🕈✌😐✋☠☝ ☹✋☞☜📬" (YOU ARE A STRANGELY KIND GIRL FOR A HUMAN. BUT...THAT IS SOMETHING I LIKE ABOUT YOU. SO, I WILL NOT LIE TO YOU ABOUT THIS. THIS WILL NOT BE PLEASANT. YOU WILL BE IN A STATE OF NEAR CONSTANT PAIN. THE AGONY THAT COMES FROM THIS WILL LIKELY LINGER INTO YOUR WAKING LIFE.)

"I don't care. That thing...that killer...It can't be allowed out again. I need to know how to stop it. To keep it caged or better yet, put an end to it all together. So, doctor...If need be, do your worst. Pull my soul out and learn all that you can till no secret is left unknown to you."

"✌☠👎 👎⚐☜💧 👍☟✌☼✌ ✌☝☼☜☜ 🕈✋❄☟ ✡⚐🕆 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ❄☟✋💧✍" (AND DOES CHARA AGREE WITH YOU ABOUT THIS?)

"He don't know. This is my choice."

I can almost hear the smirk form on his skeletal mouth.

"❄☟☜☠ ☹☜❄ 🕆💧 ☠⚐❄ 🕈✌💧❄☜ ✌ 💧☜👍⚐☠👎 ☹⚐☠☝☜☼📬" (THEN LET US NOT WASTE A SECOND LONGER.)

He summons his other helping hands to restrain my limbs and I hold my breath in anticipation as his main hands start pulling on my soul through the holes in his palms.

"✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ ☼☜☝☼☜❄ ❄☟✋💧📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ❄☟☜ ⚐☠☜ ❄☟✌❄ ☝✋☞❄💧 💣☜ 🕈✋❄☟ 😐☠⚐🕈☹☜👎☝☜ 👌☜✡⚐☠👎 💣✡ 🕈✋☹👎☜💧❄ 👎☼☜✌💣💧📬 💧⚐ ✋ ❄☟✌☠😐 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☟☜✌👎 ⚐☞ ❄✋💣☜📬" (YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS, LITTLE ONE. YOU WILL BE THE ONE THAT GIFTS ME WITH KNOWLEDGE BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS. SO I THANK YOU AHEAD OF TIME.)

Like before, allowing his magic to flow freely into my body makes my SOUL emerge. And just like last time, this thing is a swirl of multiple colors all sloshing about. Orange, red, blue, yellow, green, light blue, purple, black, white, and pink. Though unlike before, the white and pink are now larger than when he first did this.

"💣✌��✞☜☹⚐🕆💧📬📬📬💧✋💣🏱☹✡ 💣✌☼✞☜☹⚐🕆💧📬 ❄☟☜☼☜🕯💧 ☜✞☜☠ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄⚐ 💧❄🕆👎✡ ☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌☠ 👌☜☞⚐☼☜📬" (MARVELOUS...SIMPLY MARVELOUS. THERE'S EVEN MORE TO STUDY NOW THAN BEFORE.)

"*wince* Glad to hear it."

His top main hand pulls up and he hooks his fingers around the soul, pulling it away from my body. The pain isn't as bad as some of the stuff that I've gone through, dying being at the top of the list. But the whimpers that escape me can't be helped and the wriggling in his hold is just reflexes of instinct.

"☠⚐🕈📪 ✡⚐🕆 💣✋☝☟❄ ☞☜☜☹ 💧⚐💣☜ 💧☹✋☝☟❄ 👎✋💧👍⚐💣☞⚐☼❄📬" (NOW, YOU MIGHT FEEL SOME SLIGHT DISCOMFORT.)

I snicker to myself.

"✋💧 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ✌💣🕆💧✋☠☝✍" (IS SOMETHING AMUSING?)

"*wincing* Just...trying to keep myself...in a good state of mind about it..."

He gives me a funny look as he swivels around to face me proper.

"☝⚐⚐👎📬 😐☜☜🏱 👎⚐✋☠☝ ❄☟✌❄📬 ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ ☞⚐☼ ❄☟✋💧 ☠☜✠❄ 🏱✌☼❄📬" (GOOD. KEEP DOING THAT. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED TO FOR THIS NEXT PART.)

"*wince* Why do you say thaaaaaaat?! *shout* Holy fuck!"

His other main hand presses a finger into the soul and every nerve in my body goes off harshly. And the more he presses that digit into the heart, the more my body begins to twitch in violent convulsions. It all gets freakier when his finger actually phases into the soul and things get rather glitchy on my end.

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📬 ❄☼🕆☹✡ ❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✌ 💣⚐💧❄ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄📬" (FASCINATING. TRULY THIS WILL BE A MOST INTERESTING EXPERIMENT.)

#undertale #underfell #Lynsie #Anomaly #sans #papyrus #gaster #grillby #grandpa semi #flowey #Asriel #chara #frisk #toriel #asgore #napstablook #mettaton #undyne #alphys

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