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metellastella · 3 years

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In Honor of Deltarune Chapter 2, Lemme tell you about exactly HOW world-breaking Chara really was, and IS.

Here's the thing about Chara. It is implied that they are THE PLAYER's insatiable thirst for new video game worlds (or, they have latched onto it). As in, they accompany the player to the next world they go to.

Direct quote:

"HP. ATK. DEF. GOLD. EXP. LV. Every time a number increases, that feeling . . . That's me. Chara. Now, we have reached the absolute. There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next." i.e.: Let US move on to the next.

Every time THE PLAYER conquers and sets aside a new game . . . they have effectively DESTROYED it. Because they do not "exist" unless they are played and interacted with. Also, they only exist up until the end of the game anyway (most of the time)

And- I say usually- no matter how many times THE PLAYER plays a game- they will eventually tire of it. Also, if they play 500 games in their lifetime . . . it is unlikely they will re-play that many consistently. Plus, add on random internet "mini" games.

Now, that's only considering ONE player.

But since Chara is a multi-dimensional being, because they are aware of other worlds . . . it's not much of a stretch to say that the millions of people who are carrying around Chara "with" them count . . . as Chara.

Bill Cipher, from Gravity Falls, to my knowledge, despite his reality-warping godly demon powers, makes no such 4th wall shattering and domineering claim.

Let's assume for sanity's sake, that this current dimension you're sitting in and reading this screen on is the primary reality. There ARE no dimensions higher than this. All others are contained within human imagination. Bill Cipher was Created by a Creator.

All the 'lower' dimensions we can muck around in as basically gods. (gods or demigods either incarnate as weaklings, or come about some other way, in many mythologies, but then grow steadily stronger to realize their godhood. Ya know, Hercules. Krishna. In Hinduism. That sort of thing.) We can travel between dimensions on a whim by flipping a switch. With enough Determination, we can ALWAYS reach the end. Now, sometimes collaboration does expand these universes a little bit- through comics and fanfiction. But even these created 'higher spheres' nearer to this primary dimension, author 'omniscience' is taken as a given. Actually there is some debate about that, given the real-world phenomenon of novel writers in some cases having no clue where characters are taking them . . . they just sit down to write with a kernel of an idea. That's how I operate, for instance. In that case, they somehow have had their 'future sight' that should be default as a god, blocked. People who outline plots and know where they're going with a story beforehand, and then create characters to fill in the gaps, they're the type of 'gods' that could tell their characters future events, if they wanted to. Anyway. Back to video games specifically, and their fandoms. There is only so much CONTENT and it can always be recorded and shared. So there is still a limting factor. Here's the weird thing about Undertale. You are there as a 'god.' Just as usual. That's nothing special. You're just there to muck around. But. The whole toe-curling horror aspect UT was demonstrating, for specific characters NPCs who realize this sobering fact . . . such as Asgore and Sans, they are driven to despair, mental instability, and in two cases, suicide, by the fact.

If Homestuck is considered a "game" that is destroyed once you reach the end? It is rolled into all of this as well. Homestuck is a game. What evidence to I have of this, since it's a 'written story'? It has many playable elements and 90% of its lore and plot is based on deconstructing game conventions and sticking them back together in weird angled positions with crazy glue. Therefore. If the player reads Homestuck after playing Undertale, (i.e., someone who is newer to internet culture, and entered it after Undertale came out, which was far after Homestuck) Chara has CANONICALLY destroyed the Homestuck Universe. (or, if you re-read Homestuck after playing Undertale)

YOU. The PLAYER make or break all fictional characters. They live and die by your interest in them, or, for games, your direction, and no other character has explicitly taken YOUR control over the game, as Chara has. In Homestuck, it never gives you something to "do" and then takes the decision away from you, as Undertale does.

Chara, except for someone who has 100% control of that little dopamine rush that comes with leveling up (read: no one), is out there, gleefully wringing out, growing bored of, and then destroying hundreds of thousands of worlds. Chara is the first of zeir kind. And possibly the last. Or at least, anything that comes afterwards will be but a pale imitation. Toby Fox is truly LEGENDARY, in this way. I'm not sure even he fully understand what he's done here. Let me try to explain this. Our education system is currenlty ripping itself to pieces over back-breaking student loans and the realization that we don't actually need all these professors because of the easy availability of information on the internet (Demonstrated, in a roundabout way, in one or two deft lines of dialog in the movie A Beauriful Mind). Now, let's say colleges and universities do survive this shift in society, going foward. It's probable that at the very least technical colleges and vocational schools will. Any others, including high schools, will be replaced by students shrugging and just taking a G.E.D. certification, because why should they spend time at a high school if they hate it, or if they want to learn at their own individualized pace? No reason to do that at all. If the stuffy old guard of the outdated higher education system ever starts treating stories told by video games as literature, as they ABSOLUTELY SHOULD, because they're merely a different medium, not some weird separate thing . . . Toby Fox, having overturned the "trope" of the RPG "genre", wrecking and dismantling it so thouroughly that it has unsettled millions of people who ever again play an RPG where they slaughter any monsters for 'points.' He should be immortalized. Just like any other author in history who has churned out a landmark piece of literature. It's merely his fair due. Perfectly logical, right? He is the Ubermench game-changer. Literally. I hope Sans appreciates the pun. Chara is the vehicle through which this overturning of the trope happens. Chara stares directly at the player, deconstructs a longstanding staple in the 'literary genre,' and gives a body and voice to the psychologically addictive quality of video games.

One estimate says there are more than 60,000 video games in existence. And millions of copies of each one.

Chara, as we've established canonically, has access to ALL that are played after a runthrough of Undertale. (or at the very least, genocide Undertale) In Hinduism, it is Shiva that is the god of destruction. To quote Oppenheimer, Chara has become Death, Destroyer of Worlds. Checkmate.

Q. E. D.

Endgame.

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Into the Unknown Part 2 Chapter 2

Into the Unknown

Fandom: Undertale, Coraline (book), Over the Garden Wall, Paranorman, Gravity Falls (season 2)

Characters: Frisk, Norman B., Dipper P., Mabel P., Coraline J., Wirt, Greg, the Cat, the Frog; Sans, Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore,; the Other Mother, the Beast, Agatha P., Bill Cipher, Asriel D., Chara D.,

Pairings: Not the focus. Alphys/Undyne, with mentions of Papyrus/Mettaton, sans/Toriel/Asgore, and Wirt/Sara. Due to the nature of Undertale and the dating segments, there is also interpretable Papyrus/Wirt, Undyne/Mabel, Alphys/Dipper, Napstablook/Norman, Mettaton/Norman, Mettaton/Mabel, Sans/Dipper, Sans/Norman, and Sans/Greg.

Rated a high +K for violence, mild language, horrific elements that may be disturbing to younger readers, mentions of child abuse and bullying, character death that is sometimes permanent, and mentions of suicide that may be triggering. These elements remain relatively unchanged from their source material, which most all are for children, but discretion is advised nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Undertale was created and owned by Toby Fox. Coraline was created by Neil Gaiman and owned by Bloomsbury and Laika. Over the Garden Wall was created by Patrick McHale and owned by Cartoon Network. Paranorman was created by Sam Fell and Chris Butler and owned by Laika. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and owned by Disney. Any other work mentioned or homage are property of their respective owners. This is a fan-made, nonprofit work that only seeks to entertain. Please support the original franchises.

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Chapter 2

It was clear that the world outside the door was far different than the Ruins. Cold winds rushed to them as soon as the door was opened, causing Wirt to try and bundle closer into his cloak. A blanket of snow covered the land and ended just at the edge of the door.

“Hooray! Snow day!” said Greg as he bounded towards the snow.

Wirt sighed and tried his best to ignore his brother. Leave it to Greg to forget they just had to fight the only friendly face they’ve met down here.

Greg did not fight back, actually. Once Toriel saw that Greg wouldn’t fight back, she turned her attention to Wirt. Once Greg convinced Wirt not to fight back, she ended the fight. She had allowed them to leave, and asked that they try not to contact her again. That didn’t change the fact that Greg had tried to call her every five seconds as they left the Ruins.

The sounds of snapping branches behind him shook Wirt out of his thoughts.

“Greg, come on, we’re leaving,” said Wirt.

“I know!” said Greg, from right in front of him.

Wirt’s head snapped from Greg to behind him again. No one was there.

“Wow, that was a pretty big branch,” said Greg. “Someone really strong must have snapped it.”

Wirt pulled Greg up. Greg scrambled to grab his frog.

“Come on Greg, we’re getting out of here as soon as possible.”

Whether he liked it or not, Greg was his responsibility, and Wirt was going to make sure he got home safe.

“Kay,” said Greg. “Are you sure we can’t go talk to the guy following us first?”

Wirt started to run. He only slowed down as they reached a large gate.

“Hello, humans. Two of you, huh?”

“Hiya mister!” Greg squirmed under Wirt’s arm as he put down the frog and held out his hand.

“hey kid. sorry, no handshakes today. left my whoopee cushions back at my checkpoint.”

“Whoopee!”

Wirt spun around. Behind him was a skeleton. It was not a particularly scary skeleton, Wirt realized. He was short and round, wearing a hodgepodge of clothing that put what Wirt was wearing to shame. His teeth were stretched into a wide grin that hardly moved as he spoke.

“My name’s Greg, and this is Wirt, and this is my frog Alexander Hamilton, but I’m thinking of changing it,” said Greg.

“the name’s sans, nice to meet ya,” said sans. “now, we were on the lookout for humans, so you better—“

“SANS!”

“already?” sans asked. “okay, go ahead and go through that gate. i’ll think of…something.”

“You’ll think of something?” Wirt asked.

“yeah, relax. i have some nice lamps you can hide behind.”

The gate bars weren’t big enough to block the four of them out. Without any other choice, Wirt ran through them.

There was a lamp out there. And even more surprisingly, it was human shaped. Not Wirt shaped, it was too short for that. Not Greg shaped, it was too thin for that.

sans muttered under his breath before he turned back to the others. “alright, maybe you can hide in my checkpoint?”

Wirt didn’t even get the chance. Before he could move, something was behind him.

“sup bro?” sans asked.

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S SUP BROTHER!” The newcomer snapped. “YOU STILL HAVEN’T RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZ—“

The newcomer’s eyes fell onto the three and he jumped back.

It was another skeleton. Much taller and angled than sans was, yet Wirt still didn’t feel bone-chilling terror at the sight of him. He was dressed in some strange armor, topped with an orange scarf that hovered behind him like cape.

“SANS!” The newcomer snapped. “ARE THOSE HUMANS?”

“uh…i think that’s a froggit, actually.”

The frog croaked.

“I’m a human!” Greg spoke up. “My name’s Greg and that’s Wirt and that’s my frog Thomas Jefferson but I’m thinking of changing it—”

“SANS! YOU FINALLY CAUGHT A HUMAN! AND TWO OF THEM! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” The newcomer said.

“uh…sure…”

The newcomer cleared his throat. Wirt wondered if he had one. “ATTENTION, HUMANS! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL STOP YOU! I WILL THEN CAPTURE YOU! YOU WILL BE DELIVERED TO THE CAPITAL! AFTER THAT! I’M NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENS! IN ANY CASE, CONTINUE…ONLY IF YOU DARE! NYEH HEH HEH!”

They reached the next town by sunset. It was a tiny thing that is more farmland than houses, but that was not what intrigued Frisk.

There were skeleton monsters. Hundreds of them, really, disguised in costumes of pumpkin held together by straw. Frisk recognized them by the occasional gap that reveals bone, but more by their speech patterns.

They called for help, and were passed from one skeleton to the next until they reach the Pottsville Town City Commissioner, the biggest and meanest-looking of the group. He took a long look at Frisk, a longer look at the Cat, and welcomed them both to the party.

They also found the bluebird again. She kept her distance from the whole thing until Frisk invited her over. Even then, she was noticeably uncomfortable.

“Why are you even here? These guys are giving me the creeps,” said the bluebird.

Frisk shrugged.

Their a bit weird, but their really nice! They add in the notebook and show to her.

The bluebird made a face.

“Oh. You can’t talk, huh.”

There was a hint of disappointment in her tone, but Frisk is used to it, so they shrugged.

“I assure you, I am more than capable of speaking for the both of us,” said the Cat. There was a hint of something they did not recognize in his tone.

“Listen,” said the bluebird. “You’re still lost, right? I’m on my way to find Adelaide, the Good Witch of the Pasture. Maybe you can come with me, and maybe she could help you out too?”

The Cat made a noise as he starts to clean behind his ears dismissively.

“Forgive me for not being entirely trusting of women who say they have magic,” said the Cat.

Maybe she can help us find the beast, Frisk wrote down and showed to the both of them.

“What, you’re looking for that thing?” The bluebird asked.

Think he’s lost, like us, Frisk wrote.

The bluebird was silent for a minute.

“Well, you’re free to follow me, if you want,” she said quietly.

Great! Frisk wrote. My name’s Frisk, and the Cat doesn’t really have a name. What’s your name?

“Beatrice.”

The Snowdin Forest turned out to be easily navigable, even with the two skeletons trying to capture them. Greg handled the monsters, un-decorating the Gryphon and pretending to laugh at Snowdrake’s jokes.

Or maybe that was legitimate laughter. There were too many puns in the Underground for Wirt’s taste.

Wirt, meanwhile, worked on the puzzles. It was a generosity to call them puzzles, really. He was pretty sure the hardest one was the junior jumble. With puzzles like that, and with the fact that sans was never too far behind in case they needed some warmer clothes or help running away from the Jerry, it was hard to think of the skeleton brothers as anything but distractions.

Except for the fact that they were trying to kidnap them.

Toriel had tried to kidnap them, in a way. The ones that did not fight them would kidnap them in the end.

Wirt really hated the Underground.

Despite his bitter feelings, he was rather surprised to see Snowdin Town. It was a pleasant-looking town, with small buildings and Christmas decorations that lit the narrow streets. It looked too nice for a place in the Underground.

There was an inn. He didn’t quite know how time passed in the Underground, but it had been a long time since they had slept. The Snowed Inn—

Wirt rolled his eyes. It would have to do.

“Come on, Greg,” said Wirt. “We’ll stay here for the night and think about what to do in the morning.”

“It’s noon,” said Greg, but he still followed Wirt in. He was asleep before he was.

Frisk, on a general principle, did not like schools. They had too many bad memories of school, from the students that teased them to the teachers that let them get away with it. But when they saw the schoolhouse, and figured out that it was surprisingly easy to get in, they decided it was not a bad place to stay for the night. The Cat and Beatrice had not been happy about it, but they learned to deal with it when Ms. Langtree served the lunch meal.

Potatoes and molasses healed a surprising amount.

There were animal monsters. They made up most of the student population. They are more animal-like than the animal monsters in the Underground, the only thing that makes them look different from just an animal being their clothes.

They were silent when they speak. Frisk didn’t mind; so are they. Ms. Langtree did mind; she can teach and go on about without interruption.

When they do speak, it is with music. The music is not perfect, as inexperienced paws and claws play instruments that were not designed for them. But when they perform together it is a celebration. Even Beatrice recognized it. It does not take much work for Frisk to show them that everyone would recognize it.

They never figured out what happened to the gorilla monster that was running around, or that no good two-timing Jimmy. They school stays open.

Greg woke up before Wirt. This was not hard, considering they were only asleep for about an hour. The bunny lady made a point of paying him back for the room considering they barely used it. Greg spent the money on Nice Cream across the street.

“Come on, Lucinda,” said Greg to the frog, but mostly to himself. He would have to find a better name for the frog later. “Let’s go find Papyrus.”

The frog croaked in support.

It’s not hard to find Papyrus. He’s right at the end of the town, as the road becomes covered in fog. He was not hard to find, but he was hard to see. Greg wondered if that was intentional.

“HUMAN,” Papyrus took in a deep breath before he continued. “ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU ABOUT SOME COMPELX FEELINGS. FEELINGS LIKE…THE JOY OF FINDING ANOTHER PASTA LOVER. THE ADMIRATION FOR ANOTHER’S PUZZLE SOLVING SKILLS. THE DESIRE TO HAVE A COOL, SMART PERSON THINK YOU ARE COOL. THESE FELLINGS…THEY MUST BE WHAT YOU ARE FEELING RIGHT NOW.”

“You’re not wrong!” said Greg. And, because he wasn’t quite sure what Papyrus wanted but recalled that it was the same way Wirt would talk about Sara, “Does that mean you wanna go on a date with me?”

“WHAT!!? F-FLIRTING?!! SO YOU FINALLY REVEAL YOUR ULTIMATE FEELINGS!!! WELL, I AM A SKELETON WITH VERY HIGH STANDARDS!!”

“Well, I think Lucinda and I could make spaghetti if we really tried,” said Greg. The frog ribbited in agreement.

“OH NO!!! YOU’RE MEETING ALL OF MY STANDARDS!!! L-LET’S DATE LATER! AFTER I CAPTURE YOU!”

The fight began.

It was easy to dodge Papyrus’ attacks. Very easy. Most times, Greg did not have to try. However, he quickly ran out of things he could do to escalate the battle. He would have to rely on his mercy.

Papyrus noticed that.

“SO, YOU WON’T FIGHT BACK?” Papyrus asked. “THEN LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE MY FABLED BLUE ATTACK!!!”

The Blue Attack also wasn’t hard to dodge. Greg learned from the cute Doggo with the bad eyesight how to remember blue stopsigns, and that’s all Papyrus is throwing at him. He doesn’t even have to move.

Until his Soul sinks to the ground.

“YOU’RE BLUE NOW. THAT’S MY ATTACK. NYEH HEH HEH!”

When Wirt woke up, he couldn’t find Greg. It was only about ten minutes after Greg had left, but he did not realize that at the time. He rushed out of the inn, ignoring whatever the bunny monster was saying about payment. He ran through the streets of Snowdin wildly, trying to look for any sign of Greg…

And he found him casually leaving a rather large shed, the frog in the kettle he used for a hat.

“Greg, where were you?”

“I lost against Papyrus, so he kidnapped me,” said Greg. “But he made the bars too big and he forgot to lock the door so I broke out. I’m a jailbird now, Wirt!”

Wirt wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or annoyed. He settles for focusing on the one thing he knows: Papyrus was going to capture them. He may not be very effective at it, but he could.

“Alright, fine. I’ll fight him.”

Wirt didn’t realize he was wandering so deep into the fog it was already too late. He was ready to turn around when he saw a figure in front of him.

“HELLO BIGGER HUMAN! ARE YOU HERE TO FIGHT ME TOO?”

“You bet!” Greg said. “He’s way stronger than I am!”

“WHAT?!!! SMALLER HUMAN?!! YOU BROKE OUT OF MY PRISON?!!” Papyrus asked. “NEVER MIND! LET ME PROVE TO YOU JUST HOW STRONG AND POPULAR I AM!”

Papyrus blocks the path.

“Try flirting with him, Wirt!” Greg said.

“YOU TOO?! WHY DO HUMANS FLIRT SO MUCH?!!”

“No, I don’t—” Wirt starts.

WELL, I SUPOSE IT IS VERY PROBABLE THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS MANY ADMIRERS! BUT LET’S DATE LATER! AFTER I KIDNAP YOU!”

Wirt felt a sinking feeling in his chest. His Soul dropped to the ground.

“YOU’RE BLUE NOW. THAT’S MY ATTACK! NYEH HEH HEH!!!”

Wirt willed himself to pull his Soul off the ground. The next wave of bone attacks started up. A few collided into Wirt’s side before he could adequately dodge them.

“Jump, Wirt, jump!” said Greg from the sidelines.

Wirt jumped. His Soul followed him. He landed just as a slow moving bone crossed under his feet.

“HMM…I WONDER WHAT I SHOULD WEAR…” said Papyrus. “THE DATING RULEBOOK DOES EMPHASIZE THE IMPORTANCE OF CLOTHING…”

Another wave on bone attacks rushed towards Wirt. He jumped over it.

“DO I HAVE ANY MTT ANIME POWDER BACK AT HOME I CAN RUB BEHIND MY EARS?? DO I HAVE EARS???”

“Hey Papyrus!” Wirt said. “You still wanna go on that date? Because I imagine I can’t go if you kidnap me!”

“I DO SEE THAT, HUMAN!!!” said Papyrus. “BUT IMAGINE HOW MUCH MY POPULARITY WILL SKYROCKET IF I DO CAPTURE YOU!! UNDYNE WILL BE REALLY PROUD OF ME!! THE KING WILL TRIM A HEDGE IN THE SHAPE OF MY SMILE!!! MY BROTHER WILL….WELL, HE WON’T CHANGE THAT MUCH.”

Wirt only caught some of that. More bones launched themselves towards him with every thought.

“I WILL HAVE MANY ADMIRERS!! BUT…WILL ANYONE LIKE ME AS MUCH AS YOU DO??”

“I will!” said Greg.

Bones as tall as Wirt filled the area. Wirt jumped, and found himself sailing in the air. He soared over them, and landed back in the snow. His Soul landed with a thud.

“I really like you, Papyrus,” said Wirt. “So maybe we can just forget about this human capturing nonsense and go on a date?”

Papyrus hesitated. He looked down at the ground as he weighed his options.

“SORRY HUMAN…BUT SURRENDER OR FACE MY SPECIAL ATTACK!!!”

Papyrus stepped back as he unveiled his attack.

The dog looked back up at him.

“WHAT THE HECK! THAT’S MY SPECIAL ATTACK!”

Papyrus threw a few of the smaller bones towards the dog in annoyance. It scampered off, special attack in mouth and tail wagging wildly.

“Wirt! Wirt, Wirt!” said Greg. “Here, eat one of these, it’ll make you feel better!”

Greg ran out into the battlefield and took something out of his teapot hat. Wirt only had a second to really look at it. It looked like some kind of cinnamon roll, carefully pressed into the shape of a rabbit.

“SIGH…HERE’S AN ABSOLUTELY NORMAL ATTACK.”

More bones emerged from the ground, forming a forest around them. Wirt shoved the cinnamon bunny in his mouth, grabbed a hold of Greg, and jumped.

There was a horse monster. His name is Fred. He thinks he’s a lot meaner than he actually is. He does have a tendency to steal, however.

There were other humans. Frisk was less interested in them. They were very interested in Frisk, however. There were the customers of the tavern, who scrambled to label Frisk as something they weren’t. They settled on the young pilgrim, and Frisk decides to keep it because it does not assume what gender they are. There’s Mr. Quincy and Miss Margueritte and Frisk is disappointed to find out that they aren’t ghost monsters. They send Frisk away with some gold coins and some tea. The tea feels familiar for reasons that Frisk can’t quite place.

There were frog monsters. They are far better dressed than the Froggits of the Ruins. Frisk, the Cat, and Beatrice hop aboard their ship and are carried to the pasture. The band was nice.

They saw the Woodsman once more. They don’t know if the Woodsman saw them, however. He seemed very distracted.

None of them, however, seem to know if they are monsters. If they did slow down enough to see what Frisk was saying, they would usually interpret monster to mean a very bad thing, get offended, and wouldn’t wait for Frisk to explain what they meant. It was mostly the older not-quite-monsters who did this.

“I don’t know what you expect,” said the Cat while they were on the boat. “If you asked if I were a monster I wouldn’t have an answer for you.”

Frisk asked if the Cat was a monster. The Cat gave Frisk a lazy glare but did not say much else.

Frisk asked if Beatrice were a monster.

“What?” Beatrice was distracted when they asked. She had been distracted the entire boat ride. “No, I….I used to be human you know.”

Frisk hadn’t. They turned their head to the side, to indicate how they want to hear more.

“Well, that’s why I’m going to Adelaide’s. Not much else to say about it,” said Beatrice. “Listen, kid…are you sure you can’t just leave this Beast business behind you and try and find your way home on your own?”

Frisk tried to answer. They try to write down that they don’t know where home is to begin with, and they need to get back to the Underground. They try to write that if the Beast really is a monster, or if there are any monsters in this place at all, they could help.

But Beatrice notices that they’re writing stuff down and answers before they can even finish a word.

“Great, then we’re skipping Adelaide’s, maybe we can go back to Pottsfield, you like skeletons, right?”

She flew closer in to the crowd before they could answer back. The Cat gave Beatrice a steady glare, but did not say anything.

“Wow,” said Greg. “Nice shortcut.”

“thanks.”

The area where sans had taken him looked like a place that his dad had said he shouldn’t go into. However, it was so cozy and warm that Greg not think of a reason why he couldn’t go in. Even the monsters looked friendly. Even the man on fire at the front looked friendly.

sans guided him up to the bar in the front. He had to help pull him up on the high barstool.

“what sounds good, bucko?”

“Hmm...potatoes!”

“we got fries, kid.”

“That’ll do!”

“you heard it grillbz. double order of fry.”

The bartender gave as steady a glare as one without a face could give towards sans, but left to the kitchen. The three sat in silence. Even Ross Valory the frog was silent.

“so kid. been meaning to ask you something,” said sans.

The atmosphere suddenly grew very heavy. Ross Valory ribbited, but with something Greg didn’t understand.

But he liked sans, so he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “What’s up?”

“well, there’s been something i’m worried about,” said sans. “Papyrus told me something interesting the other day. when no one’s around, a talking flower likes to show up and talk to him. offer him things; flattery, advice…predictions. think someone might be using one of them echo flowers in the Waterfall to play a trick on him. and if i’m being real honest…i think it might be a human.”

Greg thought hard, and hummed as he did.

“Well, it can’t be either of us, because we just got here,” said Greg. “Were there any other humans in the Underground before us?”

sans sighed before he answered.

He grabbed the ketchup bottle off of the bar and drank it whole. Greg always wanted to do that. But Dad said that there was too much sugar in ketchup and it didn’t taste sweet anyway.

“Well, I don’t know about any Echo Flowers, but I’ll keep an eye out for that one Golden Flower that likes to play pranks on people,” said Greg. “Thanks for the eats, sans.”

Sans was silent when Greg walked away. The frog croaked and tugged on his overalls. Greg looked behind him just in time to see the absolutely bewildered expression on sans’ face.

Somehow, he didn’t find that funny.

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