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invertedfate · 4 years

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Random Ask Dump - Anniversary Edition (50+ REALLY OLD ASKS!)

Going through OLD AND CRUSTY ASKS to try and chip away at the inbox. HERE WE GOOOO...

That’s an interesting idea, and I could run it by Cake, but I think it would honestly be a LOT to track from a programming perspective. Especially ‘cause killing Sans is gonna result in a “bad ending,” so to speak.

An attempt was made by Undyne to have all three hang out at the same time. Papyrus was SUPER EAGER. ...but one thing led to another and there were many messy explosions of chemicals and lots of smoke. Alphys had to step in before things got out of hand. It was all very daunting for her. Pap and Undyne are VERY LOUD, VERY AMBITIOUS PEOPLE.

I actually have some ideas of some side comics I may do at some point! :o It’s just that right now there’s a lot going on.

I need to poke Carni about that at some point. He’s just been very busy with other projects!

Clearly he’s standing on the “out to lunch” sign.

I wanna say that it’s very possible in theory. :o It probably affects them differently since monsters’ emotional state affects their magic and their physical state.

I do like little easter eggs like that, though I’m not sure where I’d fit it in atm just ‘cause I already showed Pap’s room, haha.

I made the chase theme for Mad Dummy as well as Mad Mew Mew’s battle theme. @pinewsun made the battle theme for Mad Dummy, and @thomasthepencil made the Season Dude battle theme and MD’s overworld theme. :o

That’s a really fascinating conundrum! You’re absolutely right- if IF was a standalone game, then from a writing standpoint, having more subtle implications would make sense! The reason I chose a different approach for IF is because it’s set after Flowey’s already known to be evil and I like to give different POVs rather than stick to just Frisk’s.

That’s an interesting thing, actually- both fights lean heavily on the fourth wall. Both are treated as climaxes for their given routes. It’s funny because Asriel’s fight is a lot more straightforward and less meta by comparison.

I agree! The thing with Papyrus is that he’s extremely powerful- he just doesn’t want to kill. But it’s a deliberate choice not to kill- he’s able to force his attacks to do next to no damage. He’s also pretty darn crafty, as he made the Gauntlet himself. It really is just a case of Undyne’s personal biases and concern for him.

That was a deliberate choice. :O Papyrus is very influential toward Frisk. He is best skeleboi.

Papybot loves you, anon! He just wants to feed you WHOLESOME SPAGHETTI!!!

It is possible to whistle through teeth. ...alternatively, magic. As for the music, Undertale implies that the music is heard! Maybe it’s just... a thing that exists in this world. Or it’s just meant to be a silly meta joke. I try to keep it somewhat ambiguous other than occasional nods to it. Chara’s pants are lighter because I just... felt like it, I guess? Haha. I wanted their feet and pants to stand out more from each other, so they have khaki pants. As for the Undyne fight being animated, well, this ask is old by now, but Sparks was the one who was down for it.

Well, the teaser’s been out for a long time now, but that’s the idea! It’s also why this has been in production for so long. The Determinator has some really over the top attacks (that weren’t even shown in the teaser), and Sparks animated in Photoshop. That’s how hardcore he is.

Shhhhh. Don’t give me ideas. I’m already slacking on Tem Village. :P

Sometimes I do have slumps and burnouts (see Antipode’s lengthy hiatus), but breaks lead to me being refreshed and coming back with even more enthusiasm than before!

Oh, there are a lot of these throughout the comic. For instance...

Flowey appears in a few background shots in the Ruins!

When Sans says “or maybe...” he looks at the empty flower pot. This was one of the earliest bits of foreshadowing about who created Flowey, and nobody noticed it at the time!

The MTT vending machines initially look like this but have helpful items.

And then they look like this, with an angry face and pose- Mad Dummy has possessed them!

As of Part 38, it’s been revealed that he did first meet Asgore as “Santa.” As for whether or not he knows the truth, time will tell. :o

Oh, these are excellent suggestions for calls! I’ll try to keep these in mind.

So, I believe Glyde uses the Mysterious Door motif. Jerry uses the motif in its battle theme- I believe it’s a mix of original motif and Wrong Number song?

Sans is a master of power napping. He probably gets a decent amount of sleep, though.

There are a lot of ways to interpret Pap’s lack of sleep! In IF, he can get by without it, but he also has a lot of reasons to avoid sleeping. Some reasons include productivity but also due to a looooot of heavy baggage. More on that later.

I think sleep can definitely make monsters healthier. Rest = better mental health as well as physical health, and with how important mental and emotional help is for monsters, that’s very important!

They just really like socks. Socks are warm. Socks are slinky. And googly eyes are the best. So they took on the form of a really eccentric sock puppet and sock collector. Scandalous.

It also has Alphys’ motif, as the two are the leaders of the royal guard!

I would say the lack of Asgore as an influence has left Undyne slightly less grounded? Like, she had Toriel and Gerson in her life, but her relationship with Toriel is... definitely not quite as close? Like, Toriel by that point kept people at an arm’s length due to losing multiple children (including one from old age). So, while they were on friendly terms until the aftermath of the DT experiments and the tapes’ release, it was more like mutual respect and a sorta professional relationship with Undyne admiring Toriel and wanting to spare her from more heartache.

That is a really interesting idea. While that didn’t happen, I do need to maybe revisit the grumpy dog at some point or another. He’s still a lil’ salty.

I think in terms of layout it won’t change much, but there will be new/different content for sure. :O

Mad Dummy’s base design is mostly original, but she has a wig + headband from DIO from Jojo Part 3! Fun fact: While MTT has Kamina shades, Papyrus’ goggles are loosely based on Simon from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann in terms of color. :O

So basically, when Asriel defeated Frisk, he had the power over the timeline to reset it as he pleased- in theory. However, that power was overwhelming for him, and due his lack of understanding OF said power and one last ditch attempt at resisting from Chara, things went wrong.

There is a track that takes some inspiration from Rage Awakened. It’s not released, and it’s not exact, but it won’t be released for a WHILE. Like until the part comes out.

I think it’s just the fact that tacos are so random. Like, my biggest beef in that regard was that OG Underswap had a lot of arbitrary replacements for things in UT and not all of them made sense. Like, if Sans was to make a foreign food, ramen would’ve made more sense due to Alphys being weeb trash, haha.

Okay, so the rough timeline iiiis... Falling: - Cyan - Green - Orange - Blue - Purple - Yellow Dying: - Cyan - Orange - Blue - Purple - Yellow - Green

You know, it’s funny because this ask is super old, but that’s basically sorta what happened. :O It became a beach-themed resort.

Never forget MTT fangirl Temmie’s pool escapades.

I think Forgespring for me because I had to make the tileset myself (it took a few months, I think?), but Aquarius was definitely in the works for a while. But once I had the tileset from Fours, the rooms were very easy to design!

That woulda been pretty rad! Maybe I can find another spot for it one day, haha.

I think for Dohj, I’d have to check with Fours, but I’m certainly not opposed at some point? Right now, the following chars can take questions: - Frisk - Papyrus - Sans - Undyne - Alphys - Napstablook - Mettaton - Asgore - Chara - Flowey

Cyan appears in Part 45! :O No answer about orange for now, tho.

I do have vague ideas for Tem village. I just haven’t had time to go back and do it.

Stay tuned and you may find out! :O

Hmmmm... I had a lot of fun with MTT SPIRAL and the Determinator, tbh. They were both very time consuming, but I love how they came out! Also, buff Jerry.

Turnabout Storm. :)

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It’s a really awesome fan crossover that works way better than it should. :P

None taken! We know that with headcanons, everyone is gonna have their own interpretations. These are just the voices we liked for Fireglobe Production, but everyone has their right to their favored interpretations!

Yeah, Knight Knight is one of the coolest CORE mercs in the original game. It was fun to repurpose them for Inverted Fate as royal guards. :o It made room for unique encounters in the CORE in the form of them robots- as Undyne would rather use machines than other monsters to do her work.

Personally, I see it as an Asriel motif, but I also acknowledge that at one point it WAS gonna be an Asgore motif. Toby has a habit of just using whatever music works for a scene (see sans. at the snail farm.)

I do have a few ideas, though I won’t say for what yet. :o

He’s likely made blueprints for that train. :P

It probably would just have different flavor text/progression!

So basically, I treat the starting motif for BAaTH/Power of NEO is just a “true hero” motif.

MTT is definitely major in IF! As for whether or not he’ll have a hangout, time will tell. There’s definitely more to resolve with him, though.

I’m gonna remake at least a few of the older tracks, including Regret. My goal is just to bring the OST to a similar standard of quality.

So, animated parts coming up: Part 47, Part 49, Part 50. There may be some other parts, but we’re gonna wanna scale things back for a little bit for the sake of all our sanities.

I go with both. ;)

Honestly, probably fairly similar to the bully fight in the Ruins- which is why I ultimately decided not to do one. Both fill similar archetypes, though I think if I did do a battle, I woulda still had Flowey interrupt at the end and scare them off.

It’s a very emotional scene. Far more tragic than her geno death, IMO.

Well, the main goal in that regard is the remasters (Part 9 is in progress). Otherwise, I do think these hiatuses are good for working ahead. I’ve still gotta do more work, though, because my buffer this time around is a lot smaller from the trial-hiatus buffer. Alas!

Honestly, the website is the best thing to happen to IF. It’s allowed us to do so much with the comic’s presentation that would be impossible with imgur. NORIX IS THE BEST...

#inverted fate #ask dump #asks #undertale au #behind the scenes #undyne #frisk #papyrus #asgore #sans #alphys #lore #toriel #fallen humans

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redeyedryu · 5 years

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Cross Dimensional Problems

Chapter 3 - Uh... | [Ao3] | 1 | « | x | » |

Have some more of whatever this is, I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Mmm, popato chisps~!

Popato chisps, as it turns out to your complete and utter disappointment, do not taste all that different from regular potato chips. The weird fizzy, pop-rock like sensation and the way they kind of just… disappear when you swallow is pretty neat, though. A monster food thing, no doubt. Still, talk about a letdown. Doesn't mean you're gonna stop eating them though, as you proceed to stuff yet another into your mouth. They even crunch like a regular potato chip.

“YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THIS? THAT THIS… THIS HUMAN IS FROM SOME PLANE OF EXISTENCE WHERE THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE ME IS NOTHING MORE THAN FICTION? SOMETHING CREATED BY SUCH A WEAK AND FEEBLE RACE?!”

You talk around the chisp you just shoved into your mouth and bring a hand to your chest, a mockery of being flattered. “Aw, love you too, boss,” you say in an overly sweet voice and as the very tall, very loud, very edgy skeleton proceeds to sputter and cough and choke at your words, you simply shove another two chisps into your mouth. He’s shouting, boots stomping against the linoleum of the kitchen floor, but you’re already toning him out.

Sans and the Underswap Papyrus had shuffled you up the basement stairs and into the kitchen, talking amongst themselves about needing to call a house meeting. As it just so happened, your additional company had already been present, apparently preparing some meal or another. It didn't smell like burnt rubber or vinegar so you’re hoping this is one of those takes where the Papyruses and Swap Sans aren't absolutely terrible when it comes to cooking, that they've had enough time to improve and learn that no, glitter is not a key ingredient.

Underfell Papyrus, Swapfell Sans, and regular ol’ Papyrus had been the lucky ones to welcome the newest party crasher (that's you, by the way) to the house. Papyrus had given a rather enthusiastic welcome, complete with bone-crushing (heh) hug. The Fell variants, being not so touchy feely, had merely scowled at you and turned up their skulls in that pretentious manner they’re often presented as being.

Goodness, it was all just so surreal.

You had to tell yourself not to stare because that's rude. Play it off, act as cool as the coolest cucumber. And so you had walked over to the nearby table sat in the middle of the large kitchen and plopped into a seat. Breezily, yet politely because you're no mannerless heathen, you had asked for a bag of popato chisps and Papyrus had all but gasped, affronted that you would choose to eat something so unhealthy—and so soon before dinner! But Sans had shot him some kind of look and the skeleton had ultimately acquiesced. He hadn't done so happily, of course, as he had none too quietly muttered this and that about poor eating habits as he fished a bag from the pantry.

You thanked him when he begrudgingly handed the snack bag to you and had proceeded to munch away while Sans and the Swap Papyrus set about explaining just why exactly a human had trudged up from their basement—and in such lazy attire, no less!

So that leads us back to the present. Underfell Papyrus appears to be taking the news the worst so far, you think. You're not sure, though, he's a hard one to read. Too tsun, too soon.

“SO, HUMAN,” another voice speaks up just as you toss the last popato chisp into your mouth. Judging by the deep, rough rumble not unlike Underfell Sans’s, loud though it may be, you guess it's the only other Sans in the kitchen that is addressing you. When you direct your attention to the source, you are proud to say your deductive skills aren't complete crap.

The Swapfell Sans variant has taken to standing at the table across from you, arms folded over his chest. His sockets are squinted and he's taking advantage of the fact you are sitting down, giving him the height advantage to sneer down at you. Pretentious prick.

Stop being so hot.

“Yes, skeleton,” you reply. His face scrunches up like he smelled something bad and you just smile.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ON THIS MATTER?” You're not sure how to interpret his tone, nor that question. It sounds like an accusation? Almost as if you're being scolded.

“Uh… Not exactly sure what you mean by that, but uhm… hmm.” You fuss with the popato chisps bag, neatly folding it in on itself--in half, a quarter, an eighth, a sixteenth. “Whether or not you believe me, it's the truth. Where I'm from y’all’re nothing more than fiction and fantasy.” You’re not avoiding meeting their eyes, you're just very interested in this folded up popato chisps bag. It's just so cool. Yup.

The skeleton clicks his tongue and you think you hear the sound of boots tapping out an impatient rhythm.

“PROVE IT,” he says.

That succeeds in drawing your attention.

“Uh…?”

“UNLESS, OF COURSE, YOU ARE LYING?” Ah, there's that smug, condescending leer again. You squint at him.

“I'm not lying.”

He waves a hand at you, a signal to, “GO ON, THEN. PROVE IT.”

Your face creases in a rather extreme pout, a breathy exhale forced through your nose. Fine, be that way you pretentious, sexy piece of shit.

You cross your arms and lean back in your chair.

“Well. That’s… there is… there are so many different takes on the AUs that there’s no guarantee anything I say will necessarily add up.” You cast a glance towards Sans, noting he and the rest of the ensemble have paused in whatever bickering they had been involved with with Underfell Papyrus, to listen to you speak. You take that as your cue. “I guess I'll start with the source material. Though bear in mind it's been at least a year or so since I've last played…”

You close your eyes and take a slow, deep breath. You exhale just as slowly, attention once more returned to the folded up popato chisps bag as your fingers itch for something to keep busy with.

Whelp. Here goes.

“Undertale is a pixel RPG style game. Its premise being that you don't have to fight. It's a game where your choices matter, and you can choose whether to fight and kill monsters or show them nothing but mercy.” From your peripheral, you don't miss the way Swapfell Sans’s face tightens, nor the way Sans’s posture seems to tense. “You play as a kid whose name you set in the beginning but eventually learn to be named Frisk, who is their own person separate from you, the player. They essentially act as your vessel.

“They fell into the Unground and start in the Ruins, in a bed of golden flowers. You proceed a room over and are introduced to Flowey. In Swapped universes it's often a toss-up between it still being Flowey, a Temmie, or even Monster Kid. Just depends on who’s writing the story.

“So anyway, you proceed through the Ruins. You meet Toriel, who bakes you a butterscotch cinnamon pie in most routes. When you try to leave she tells you about Asgore and how he’ll kill you if you go through the doors leading to the rest of the Underground. He's done so to all those that preceded you, afterall. So you fight Toriel and then trek towards Snowdin from there.” You pointedly don't look at Sans when you say, “You meet Sans just before a bridge and the whole thing is built up to unsettle you. You cross a stick in the middle of the path that winds up cracking behind you, you hear footsteps in the snow but no one’s there, and when you get to the bridge he’s all,” and here you do a poor imitation of Sans’s deep voice, “ ‘H u m a n. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand.’ It's a cutscene so your character does that and then a rather long, drawn out whoopie cushion fart sound clip plays.” You hear a couple chuckles off to the side. “Things happen, you hide behind a conveniently shaped lamp, you meet Papyrus, you go through Snowdin. You fight Papyrus, get locked in a shed, then proceed through Waterfall and are dogged by Undyne the entire time… you fight her then you go on to Hotland and all its conveyor belts, steam vents, and lasers. Talk to Alphys and fight Mettaton on his ridiculous show… several times. Then it's what… onto the CORE? The soundtrack there’s really neat. So you make your way through the CORE and you wind up fighting Mettaton Ex and the fight's broadcast throughout the entire Underground? So you beat him and then you're in New Home and you wind up getting the tragic backstory for the King and Queen’s kids. Then you fight Asgore… and after that you fight Flowey. And once that's done you've beaten the game. The ending varies depending on what route you're on and the choices you made.” You decide not to say it also depends on which monsters are still left alive.

You’re bending and twisting the piece of garbage in your hands, a bit nervous for whatever reason to meet anyone’s eyes. Honestly, what are you afraid of?

The room is utterly silent--so quiet, in fact, that you would undoubtedly be able to hear the proverbial pin drop. You take a hesitant peek up at your company and your cheeks heat up and there’s a tingling sensation that crawls down your back as you catch the voided stare of the skeletons around you.

You don't know why but you feel compelled to rush out that, “I only ever managed to do neutral pacifist and true pacifist runs…” before quickly averting your gaze back to the mutilated snack bag. Heck. Why aren't they saying anything? They're the ones who asked! And it's not like you did anything! You didn't bring yourself here, didn't put yourself into this impossible scenario!

Someone say something already!

There's a loud clap and you're ashamed to admit that you very nearly jump out of your seat at the abrupt noise.

“WELL!” Papyrus speaks up, drawing your attention. “I BELIEVE THE HUMAN! THEIR STORY CERTAINLY DOES ADD UP WITH WHAT TRANSPIRED HERE, WITH OUR HUMAN FRIEND. DOESN’T IT, BROTHER?”

Oh bless your beautiful, sweet bones, Papyrus!

All eyes turn to Sans and oh boy. He's doing that blank eye socket thing and he’s sweating.

“y-yeah,” he eventually manages as he brings a bony palm to scrape across the top of his skull. “yeah, paps is right, it checks out.”

Your shoulders slump as tension leaves you. Man, you're going to wind up with all kinds of knots at this rate. The errant thought of whether or not skeletons would be good at giving massages crosses your mind but you stuff it down. Now’s not the time. Maybe later. …maybe.

“WELL. BE THAT AS IT MAY,” Swapfell Sans begins, “THAT DOES NOT EXPLAIN HER APPEARANCE HERE, NOR WHAT SHALL BE DONE WITH HER.”

A cold chill rushes down your spine and your stomach flips. They're not going to throw you out, are they?

Op. There's that tension again.

You shift your gaze to Papyrus, eyes pleading.

“WELL OF COURSE SHE WILL STAY HERE, WITH US!”

Oh sweet baby Jesus, Papyrus you are a saint. That's it, he is absolutely your new favorite.

Underfell Papyrus, on the other hand… he sputters. “I SHOULD THINK NOT!” he protests, gloved hands slamming onto the table. You don't jolt at that, you don't. “WE DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS HUMAN AND YOU WOULD SUGGEST WE KEEP IT HERE? WHERE WE ARE MOST VULNERABLE? PREPOSTEROUS!”

Your brows furrow.

“What?” It's not like you're going to try and dust them in their sleep or anything, what the heck, man.

“OH YOU HEARD ME, HUMAN. I AM WELL AWARE OF YOUR KIND, HOW CONNIVING YOU CAN BE.”

You mouth a silent, “what?” Because… what?

“Uh… I mean. Not that I'm… not uh… flattered? That you’re apparently so intimidated by me but… I wouldn't… I uh… I'm not an asshole.”

Oh dang. Are his cheeks turning red?

…

Holy shit???

They are!

“I AM NOT INTIMIDATED BY SOMEONE AS WEAK AND PATHETIC AS YOU!” he denies, booted foot slamming against the linoleum as he stands straight, arms crossing over his chest. “I AM MERELY BEING CAUTIONS, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR THESE GULLIBLE, IDIOTIC CREAMPUFFS!”

There’s a chuckle, low and deep and sexy. Your eyes flit to Swapfell Sans. There’s an amused air about him, his sharp-toothed grin more relaxed than before.

“I AM NOT AGAINST THE HUMAN STAYING HERE. OF COURSE WE WOULD NEED THE REST OF THE HOUSE TO WEIGH IN ON THE DECISION, BUT SHE IS CLEARLY NO THREAT. SHOULD SHE TRY ANYTHING, SHE WOULD BE EASY ENOUGH TO DISPATCH.”

“Uh… thanks? …I think??” You're a bit on the fence with that reasoning. Also isn't that kind of a threat?

“TCH. SUIT YOURSELVES,” Underfell Papyrus sneers. “BUT DO NOT COME CRYING TO ME WHEN IT ATTEMPTS TO DUST YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.” And much like his brother had in the basement, the edgy skeleton makes an abrupt exit.

Funny how he had voiced your thought, though.

“Should… I be worried about him?” you ask the room.

You're a bit surprised when Underswap Papyrus speaks up, as he had been rather quiet since coming up from the basement. “nah, he’s just a worrywart.”

“I… if you say so…” You're not entirely convinced but, well. Your options are kind of limited.

You're about to ask something else when a rather shrill BEEEEEP cuts through the kitchen.

“AH. THAT WOULD BE DINNER.” Swapfell Sans announces. He turns away from the table and all of you grouped there, to attend to the oven.

And it's only after he says something that you finally register the rather pleasant scent wafting through the air. It entices your hunger, your mouth watering as your stomach grumbles quietly. Popato chisps aren't very filling, after all.

#Red Drabbles #Undertale Fanfiction #Reader Insert #Cross Dimensional Problems #Reverse Harem #This thing's pretty much writing itself at this point #:T

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proxylynn · 5 years

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Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #15

Chapter 15: Black

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. ^_^

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.)

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