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  • AfterFell Sans

    Wine (The official name of Gray+Red)

    Jerry The Undying

    Jerry The Undying (AKA Fuck You)

    Haps---Mettaton XE NO

    Haps>>>Mettaton EX_ N_O

    Mettaton BASS

    Mettaton BASS (UnderSwap Mettaton NEO)

    Undyne UNDYING

    Undyne UNDYING (Storyshift Mettaton NEO)

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    • Wow. *faints from awesomeness shaking*

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    • And I'm not even done yet.

      (PUNDERTALE spoilers follow)

      Content Grey

      Content Grey

      DIRTY BLASTER KILLER

      Dirty Blaster Killer

      Fury Grey

      Furious Grey

      Grey Left Side

      Grey left

      Grey Right Side

      Grey right

      Grey's RAGE

      Enraged Grey

      Sad Grey

      Sad Grey

      Grey's end

      Grey's end

      Grey's Rebirth

      Grey's Rebirth

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    • Wait...purple heart and eye...?


      Could it be...?

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    • Yeah, that one has some serious backstory.

      I'll explain in chat right quick.

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    • Gaster! Sans

      Gaster! Sans

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    • That's fucking terrifying.

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    • Gastly! TORIEL

      Gastly! TORIEL

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    • OVW Sprite Sheet

      This is the best I can do.

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    • I like it!

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    • Heya, Steve, can you explain the Grey sprites again? I can't remember and it was preeetty good.

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    • Here, I'll explain in a second.

      First...
      DualTale Sans

      DualTale Sanses

      Geno! Grey (Blaster King)

      Geno! Grey (Blaster King)

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    • I like this, keep up the good work

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    • Stevethebarbarian wrote: Here, I'll explain in a second.

      First...
      DualTale Sans

      DualTale Sanses

      Geno! Grey (Blaster King)

      Geno! Grey (Blaster King)

      WOAH CALM DOWN THERE JESUS

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    • LOL.

      DualTale originally came from one sentence that popped into my head one day.

      Once, two races ruled the cosmos.

      ANGELS and DEMONS.

      Anyway, those blasters in Geno! Grey's pic are actually from specific AUs. The first one is one of Gaster's personal blasters, which he gave to Grey, the second is one of Grey's original blasters, peiced together by him using magic and telekineisis, the third is one of Edge's blasters, and the fourth is from another fanfic of mine.

      You wanna head to chat?

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    • Sure! Also, the Geno!Grey thing is awesome.

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    • Content Grey TXT
      DIRTY BLASTER KILLER TXT
      Fury Grey TXT
      Grey's end TXT
      Sad Grey TXT
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    • YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL THINGS

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    • Stevethebarbarian
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      Kinda not kinda the thing you'd kinda like someone to kinda see on your message wall
      00:00, July 12, 2016
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    • i've seen that before...


      halp...

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    • Dr. Greyp

      Dr. Grey

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    • Stevethebarbarian wrote:
      Dr. Greyp

      Dr. Grey

      Grape: S-so...SO F-F-F-FABOULOUS!

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    • GrapeBlaster
      GrapeBlaster2
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    • Stevethebarbarian wrote:
      GrapeBlaster
      GrapeBlaster2

      holy fuck i'm in looovvvee

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    • Aidanthehedgehogisawesome wrote:

      holy fuck i'm in looovvvee

      So are they.
      Greygrape 2

      Yeah, I did it. It's pathetic and boring, but I couldn't help myself.


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    • Holy fuck they're in looooovvvvee

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    • ...

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    • CrystalRoseQuartz wrote:
      ...

      Two gay skeletons, what's wrong with it?

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    • nothing, its just that i am speachless because all the sprite madness, maybe because i started to make sprites today (first day and im already good)

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    • oh.

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    • So, anyone wanna head to the chat?
      Lol

      This is a sprite I made. I call it: "El LolGore"!

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    • okau

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    • Alright, back. To the chat!

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    • He never really did believe the things he said. When he told himself that Alphys was too little for him. When he said that Blooky was just a poor, depressed little ghost, and that nothing would change that. When he left everyone he knew to become the star he was so sure he was destined to be. But he never really believed it. He knew that without Alphys, he'd just be a little, unassuming ghost too. And he knew that without Blooky... he didn't know where he'd be. He couldn't even imagine how he would have gotten through the empty, quiet years without the little nihilist.

      Nonetheless, he'd left them both. He only talked to Alphys to check up on the completion status of his body, and he couldn't even remember when the last time he spoke with Blooky had been.

      No, that wasn't true. He remembered it perfectly, every second, every little moment.

      He'd floated over to Blooky and said hello, as if it were any normal day. But Blooky always had been able to see right through him. They'd known what was up from the very beginning, when they saw the faint expression of excitement on his face.

      "what's up, hapsta?"

      "WELL, I'M NOT SURE I'M QUITE READY TO TELL YOU, BLOOKY! WHY DON'T YOU TRY TO GUESS?"

      "you don't want to tell me? then what did you come here to say?"

      "YOU'VE GOT ME THERE, BLOOKY. I'VE GOT A SURPRISE! BUT I WANT YOU TO GUESS, JUST ONCE, ALRIGHT?"

      "someone came to your human fan-club"

      "THAT'S, ERR, RIGHT ON TRACK, DARLING! BUT IT'S NOT THE ANSWER I WAS LOOKING FOR! REMEMBER THE GIRL I MET? THE ONE WHO'S JUST A TOTAL DORK?"

      "of course. that one i told you you should be dating."

      "DON'T MENTION THAT! EITHER WAY, WE ARE NOW IN A PROFESSIONAL RELATIONSHIP."

      "you got a job?"

      "JUST THE OPPOSITE, DARLING! I GOT AN EMPLOYEE! DR. ALPHYS HAS PROPOSED TO TO MAKE ME A ROBOTIC BODY! IT'S DESIGN IS BEYOND EVEN MY WILDEST DREAMS! OF COURSE, FOR A WHILE, I'LL HAVE TO MAKE DO WITH A SIMPLER DESIGN, BUT AFTER THAT... I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE! I'M GOING TO BE A STAR, BLOOKY! AN IDOL! LOVED BY THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND! I'LL... BLOOKY?"

      He remembered then that Blooky had seemed suddenly sad. He'd closed his eyes a little and begun hovering a bit closer to the ground. Having known him as long as he had, Hapstablook knew just what that meant.

      "WHAT'S WRONG, BLOOKY? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

      "yeah, it's fine... i'm just... i don't want you to leave me, hapsta... and i... i'm sorry."

      "OH, BLOOKY, I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE, IF WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT THIS, THEN I'M SURE WE COULD-"

      "oh, i'm sorry! i've made it awkward! i didn't mean to, hapsta! i know this is your big moment, and i... i've got to go."

      And with that, Blooky had disappeared. Mettaton had never seen him again.

      Now, as the rectangular robot slinked through Hotland, looking at the ground the whole time, he thought back on what he'd left behind. Friends. Family. Everything, really.

      All for the sake of stardom.

      He chuckled lightly. He knew that he'd made the right decision. This was what he was born to do, but... he still wasn't happy about it.

      He suddenly gave a start as his shadow disappeared, enveloped in sudden darkness. He looked around and realized that he had rolled right into a cave without looking. He shuddered as he realized that this was where the spiders lived.

      He hated spiders.

      "WELL, I SUPPOSE IT'S ABOUT TIME I MADE MY EXIT!"

      Mettaton turned and began to roll out of the cave entrance, when suddenly, he was blocked off by a web covering the opening.

      "Ahuhuhu. Oh my. It looks like someone has made their way into our home."

      "WHO SAID THAT?"

      "It's very rude to enter someone's home without an invitation!"

      "IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"

      "In fact, I'm fairly confident that I might not be leagaly punished at this point if I were to ask you to pay a toll."

      "A WHAT?"

      "Of course, that makes sense! Monetary repayment for illegal breaking and entering! That makes plenty of sense. Doesn't it, girls?"

      With that last word, it seemed the cave itself agreed with the mysterious voice, as the floor around Mettaton seemed to shake with enthusiasm. Suddenly, though, the robot had a moment of realization and looked down, only to slide backward in horror as he saw the ground absolutely crawling with spiders.

      "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE UNDERGROUND, SHORT OF KING ASGORE! I HAVE PLENTY OF CONNECTIONS!"

      "Ahuhuhu. So do I, little robot. Just like this one."

      With that, the six-armed spider bandit Muffet slid down on a string of web, pouring a sticky, purple, viscous substance onto Mettaton, who found himself stuck in a nearly indestructible web.

      "I'M WARNING YOU! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! TRUST ME. I'M MORE DANGEROUS THAN I LOOK."

      "Well so are we, little guy. And I'd be willing to bet we look plenty dangerous."

      With that, all of Mettaton's front panels lit up a bright red as he pointed a finger at Muffet, blasting her with electricity. She stepped backwards in surprise and pain as the attack connected.

      "Wow. He wasn't kidding."

      Muffet looked at the apparently helpless Mettaton, but realized that despite his immobility, she would be unable to take anything from him. He could hit far harder than she could, and she was also fairly certain that if she sicced her pet on him, he would manage to break out and escape.

      So there was nothing she could do.

      She turned away in dejection and trodded over to where her spider friends had congregated, sitting down.

      "Sorry, girls, but I couldn't get any GOLD from the new guy. He's... a lot tougher than he looks. I guess it's back to the bake sale, huh? Sorry, girls. Do we have... any volunteers?"

      A few measly spiders raised their tiny legs, indicating their willingness to be ground up and made into spider baked goods.

      Meanwhile, Mettaton was slowly unsticking himself from the webs in which he was entrapped. Suprisingly, Muffet hadn't made a move to stop him. Having heard of the spiders' plight, Mettaton actually felt bad, but he was out of here nonetheless. There was NOTHING that was gonna keep him in this hellhole. Absolutely nothin-

      "Mettaton?"

      The robot wheeled around and turned to the spider bandit.

      "HM? YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

      "Yeah. We're actually... pretty big fans of your show. I... here."

      Muffet lifted her hand and the webs surrounding Mettaton instantly dissolved, leaving him on one wheel again. It was a relief to not be suspended in the air.

      "I'm... sorry about this. It's just... we're not really profitable here, and... we've got to eat! On top of that, we need to find a way to evacuate the spiders from the RUINS. So, we decided to set up a bake sale, but the only ingredients we had were... spiders. So we... had to sacrifice quite a few of us. After that, we set up the sale, but... nobody ever bought them. They said they were too expensive! We didn't have a choice! We couldn't make many of them, and, and, and, I just can't-"

      "WHY DON'T WE DISCUSS THIS OVER A SNACK? I'LL HAVE TWO SPIDER DONUTS AND A SPIDER CIDER, PLEASE."

      "W-what? The p-price isn't going to s-stop you?"

      "I'M METTATON, DARLING! MONEY IS NO OBJECT."

      A few moments later, Mettaton and Muffet were sitting outside of the cave. Mettaton was dropping food down a hatch on top of his head, while Muffet just sat on her tuffet, eating the curds and whey she'd bought with her newfound wealth. She wasn't about to eat her best friends, but since they'd already been sacrificed for the cause, there was no reason that Mettaton shouldn't. Either way, if one group of people were glad about this turn of events, it was the spiders who'd been minutes from turning into donuts. Now they were SPAREd, and never had to fear being eaten ever again.

      "Wow... I always wondered if you were as nice in person as you are on TV, but... now I know. You really are a good person, Mettaton."

      "I'M GLAD SOMEONE THINKS SO..."

      "What? You've got to be joking! The whole Underground adores you! You know, dearie, even if we ARE trapped under a mountain, and even if we can't ever see the sky...we've still got one shining star."

      "... THANK YOU. IT'S JUST... I FEEL LIKE I TAKE SO MUCH TIME TO TRY TO PLEASE THE PEOPLE THAT I DON'T KNOW, THAT I DON'T EVER FOCUS ON THE PEOPLE THAT I DO. I'M GOOD TO MY FANS, BUT... WHAT ABOUT MY FRIENDS? I JUST DONATED THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS TO A BUNCH OF SPIDERS WHO TRIED TO MURDER AND ROB ME, JUST BECAUSE I FELT BAD FOR YOU! BUT I SOMEHOW CAN'T FIND TIME FOR THE PEOPLE WHO GOT ME THAT MONEY. THE PEOPLE WHO PUT ME WHERE I AM."

      "Aww... Listen. If you're worried that your friends don't appreciate you, chin up, dearie! You've got one friend that does. And whatever happens, I'll always be beside you. If you ever need a friend- or some baked goods- you can come to us. We'll help you with anything."

      Muffet leaned over and planted a fanged kiss on Mettaton's indestructible metal body.

      "Never forget that."

      "W-WHY... THANK YOU, DARLING. IT IS NICE TO FEEL LOVED."

      "It is, isn't it? Good luck. And if you're having trouble with the good doctor, don't forget that she built you in the first place because she wanted someone to admire. Make sure you're there for her, alright? But don't get too close, or I might just have to make some nice lizard donuts."

      "OH, OF COURSE NOT. I'LL VISIT HERE AGAIN, ALRIGHT? AND IF YOU EVER NEED ANY MORE MONEY, I'LL SET YOU UP A FUNDRAISER. "FEED STARVING SPIDER ORPHANS." THERE'LL BE POSTERS FROM THE SNOWDIN TO THE PALACE. SO, CHIN UP, DARLING. IF YOU'RE THERE FOR ME, I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU. NOW. I'VE GOT TO GO, I HAVE SOME WORK TO DO! BUT... THANK YOU. I REALLY NEEDED THIS."

      "Any time, dearie! Now go! Be a star! We'll be watching! I've heard a nasty human is on their way. I'll try to stop them, but... be ready, alright? I don't want to lose the only light we've got."

      "OF COURSE I WILL BE! I'M METTATON! I'M ALWAYS READY."

      Mettaton wrapped Muffet in a quick hug. The spider bandit was surprised, but reacted rather quickly, embracing him back. In all the romance novels she read, this was the moment when the beautiful maiden would kiss her beau. But since she couldn't exactly figure out what Mettaton's mouth was, she decided to just roll with the hug.

      "THANK YOU."

      With that, Mettaton left and rolled away into the sunset.

      "Wow. That was... wow. You weren't watching that, were you?"

      The spiders gave off a collective chuckle.

      "Damn it. Wow. You... wow. You think he'll ever come back?"

      The spiders gave off a collective shrug.

      "We need to get cable. Now."

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    • i like it


      I like it alot. However, a small crit. Similair to that one Sansphys thing, MTT was too quick to forgive her, even over a snack.


      Oh, BTW, how's Sansation and Pundertale going?

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    • 1: Thanks

      2: That was intentional. The way I see it, Mettaton and Muffet are both hopeless romantics. MTT was looking for someone to help, and when he heard Muffet ask him so pleadingly for funds, he couldn't resist but to help her and the spiders. At the same time, Muffet was one of MTT's biggest fans, and wanted nothing more than to find a "beau" as she put it. Sure, it's rushed, but it's also a noncontinuous one-shot. It has to be at least sorta rushed.3

      3: Not much change. I've barely started with the next chapters of both. Right now I'm writing the text for a ScatterTale TORIEL battle.

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    • 1: You're welcome!


      2: YOU FUCKING GENIUS


      3: Kyool!

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    • Thanks.

      Also, you haven't actually seen my ScatterTale fights, have you? Here's the text from the Mettaton EX-P fight. I think it's my best. The beginning is before the fight starts, and then end is ACTing and flavor text.



      Mettaton EX-P

      *Oh yeah. There you are, sweetheart. It’s time for us to have our ultimate battle! It’s time to finally bring down this malfunctioning murder-bot!

      *Or, uh, maybe you’d rather think about that one for a bit.

      *I mean, seriously? Malfunction? Reprogramming? Since when was Sans in control?

      *This was all a trick. Sans has been playing you this whole time. As he watched you, he started to get to like you.

      *He promised to never like any other humans again, but… he really did want to be a part of your journey.

      *But he couldn’t.

      *So he decided to ­become part of it, “helping” you through the puzzles that he set up. He turned off the elevators.

      *He even hired me to make your life HELL.

      *All so that he could show up in the end and triumphantly save you from me, and be the hero. All to gain your respect.

      *During our battle, he’s going to show up and use one of his fancy blasters to knock me away and “SAVE” you.

      *Perhaps you’ll even grow to like him so much he can convince you not to leave.

      *But I doubt it.

      *You won’t be leaving… but you won’t be LIVING here, either.

      *Because the one who’s really been pulling the strings… turning on deadly lasers. Hiring mercenaries.

      *Putting your life in REAL danger…

      *that’s ME.

      *I have no desire to entertain humans.

      *Far from it.

      *I want to kill one of them, every single day.

      *One by one, over and over.

      *After all, the victim does always deserve a good show, right?

      *And what’s a good show… without a jumpscare?

      *uh, hey, what’s goin’ on? why’d the door lock?”

      *Sorry, comedian, but your segment’s been cancelled!

      *But your old friend Mettaton’s got a nice replacement for you!

      *Fake drama!

      *Fake action!

      *REAL BLOODSHED!

      *On my brand-new segment… “ONE LEFT.”

      *Yeah, the one who rearranged the CORE… the one that hired everyone to kill you… that’s me. But that was too boring, so I stopped some of them, just so you could be sure to get through.

      *Because I realized that watching you die would be too boring.

      *So I came up with a better option.

      *Killing you myself.☻

      *Knives beat guns, sweetheart. I was just stringing you along before.

      *Listen, sweetheart. I’ve seen you fight. If you keep going the way you are, HAPSTABLOOK will take your SOUL.

      *And with your SOUL, HAPSTABLOOK will destroy humanity.

      *But if I get your SOUL, I can stop HAPSTABLOOK’s plan! I can save humanity from complete destruction!

      *Then, I’ll destroy him! And with his SOUL, I can pass through the Barrier…

      *And become the killer I’ve only ever dreamed of being!

      *Dozens, hundreds… no, THOUSANDS of humans will die to my blades!

      *But not all of them. If I run out, it sure will be boring.

      *Guts!

      *Gore!

      *I’ll finally have it all!

      *So what if a few monsters have to die?

      *That’s the murder business, sweetheart!

      *uh, i can’t really tell what’s going on in there, but i can guess.

      *don’t lose hope, kid.

      *there is one way to beat mettaton.

      *it’s kinda a work in progess, so don’t judge.

      *but they never turn their back to anybody, and with good reason!

      *there’s only one way to beat them, and that’s to flip the switch on the back of ‘em!

      *they’ll transform, and you’ll be able to hurt them.

      *but… i gotta warn ya… they really like swinging that thing around.

      *so, uh, gotta go.

      *i’m rootin’ for ya, kid.

      *What? T-they’re here? H-how? Where are th… wait just one second you dirty little- oh god, you flipped the switch. Well. Uh, this is awkward.

      *I suppose if you flipped it, it’s so you can hurt me. Ok, fine, sure, go ahead. You can try. Lucky for you, I’ve actually been looking forward to trying this little number out.

      *So, as a reward, I’ll do you a favor.

      *I’ll make your last living moments…

      *ABSOLUTELY PAINLESS!

      *OOOH YEAH!!!

      *Lights! Camera! Action!

      *Violence! Pain! Bloodshed!

      *I’m the killer everyone fears!

      *Smile for the camera!

      *I want a picture of this.

      *Oh, I suppose this is about the time that Jigsaw would interview his victims to get their last living thoughts… Ok, fine! What about me is the absolute MOST terrifying?

      (Legs/ Leg)

      *What legs? (+100)

      (Knives/ Knife)

      *Absolutely, sweetheart (+500)

      (Hair)

      *I suppose it is a bit scary that you can only see one eye (+300)

      (Eyes/ Eye)

      *Oh, thanks! I worked hard on these! (+400)

      (Cheeks)

      *Huh. I always imagined those to be like, you know, the only non-scary part. (+150)

      (Mouth)

      *Really? Do you like it? Thanks! (+400)

      (Face)

      *Oh, thanks! I’ve been working on this for a long time. (+450)

      (Personality)

      *Uh-huh. Always the best part. (+350)

      (Love you/ I love you)

      *People actually ship that, you know. (0)

      (Insult)

      *OOOOH, savage, sweetheart! (-100)

      (Swearing)

      *Shit, damn, dick, hell, bitch, bastard, ass, fu- and it’s just rated T. I dunno what you expected. (-100)

      *Gotta confess, that was heartfelt, for better or for worse. Why don’t I show you how to really write from the SOUL?

      *Just getting started, sweetheart.

      *Let’s see how you handle THESE!

      *Can you keep up?

      *Lights! Camera! EVEN MORE KNIVES!

      *Wow, you really are a cutup!

      *Phew. Killing you really is exhausting work. Living in a box really lets you get out of shape quick.

      *Alright, fine, I’m no hacker. Have at it, sweetheart.

      *Arms? Who needs arms… with knives like these?

      *Seriously?

      *I’ve GOT to win!

      *Murder! K-killing!

      *B… blood… bloodshed!

      *Enough of this! I’m not gonna kill all of them! HAPSTABLOOK will! How arrogant can you get!?

      *Ugh. You really are an IDIOT. I’ll show you the power of a true fighter!

      *No…

      *Maybe you’re the real fighter here. Could you really… beat him? Beat the king?

      *Oh, wow. People really are watching this dumb-ass placeholder show. I guess I’d better take some callers, eh, sweetheart? One of you fools is gonna get a chance to talk to a real killer before I get the hell out of here and set up shop up top.

      *Let’s see who’s the lucky caller? Howdy. You’re up.

      *H-howdy, Mettaton. I… really did enjoy your show.

      *My life can be pretty boring, y’know…

      *But seeing you up there, making human mincemeat… It really was exiting!

      *Just like you always talked about…

      *I mean, it’s kinda hard to tell, all things considered, but…

      *I guess this is it? The last episode?

      *I’ll miss you, Mettaton.

      *Oh, whadda you know…

      *I’ve talked for way to long already.

      *Bye, Mettaton.

      *No, wait! Wait, As-… he already hung up… Screw it! I’ll take another caller!

      *Mettaton, your show was great!

      *Mettaton, you really showed that human who’s boss!

      *Mettaton, there’s a knife shaped hole in my normal shaped heart! And it can only be filled by Mettaton-style knives!

      *Well. I guess… hey. Thanks, everybody. Thanks a whole lot. Maybe… it’d be better if I stayed around in this dump a bit longer.

      *Humans already have plenty of serial killers. But the monsters… those little punks have only got me.

      *If I left… then this place would just lose its… spark, y’know?

      *I’d leave such an empty feeling.

      *I know that feeling.

      *So I guess the humans can have a bit longer if they want it.

      *Besides, you’re pretty damn strong!

      *Maybe you could even take on HAPSTABLOOK

      *You’ll probably be able to protect humanity after all.

      *Aha, ha, ha.

      *It’s all for the best, anyway.

      *I can only stay in this form for so long before I lose power.

      *And when that happens… It sure won’t be pretty.

      *So don’t worry about it!

      *It was a great fight!

      *Cheers, sweetheart.

      *And good luck.

      *managed to… get in. oh god, nononononononono NO.

      *oh.

      *thank god. it’s just the batteries.

      *that was a close one.

      *what?

      *i mean, i could’ve just beaten the dents out, no problem!

      *don’t worry about it, kid!

      *…

      *get out.

      Flavor Text

      *Their only weakness is the SOUL in their core.

      *Mettaton EX-P is thirsty for blood!

      *It’s me, Mettaton.

      *Smells like knives.

      *Mettaton slices up your essay cheerfully

      *You promise you won’t get hit ONCE. Mettaton takes it as a challenge. Mettaton’s attacks speed up!

      *You posed dramatically. Mettaton ignores you.

      *Despite being hurt, you posed dramatically. Mettaton nods.

      *Despite being wounded, you posed dramatically. Mettaton is impressed.

      *With the last of your strength, you posed dramatically. Mettaton puts their hands on their hips and admires your DETERMINATION.

      *Mettaton’s knives are dragging.

      *You turned and scoffed at the audience. Mettaton decides to give you some time. Mettaton’s attacks have slowed!

      *You eat the Knife Pizza. It cuts your mouth a little. (Lose 1 HP, unless below 5)

      *You eat the Junk Food. You have a heart attack… (HP drops to 1) Just kidding. (HP fully recovers. This only works once.)

      *You throw the stick. Mettaton looks at it with distain.

      *You use the Heart Key. Mettaton gets angry.

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    • I like it! But...what is ScatterTale?

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    • A swap AU.

      In ScatterTale, TORIEL is Sans, ASGORE is Papyrus, ASRIEL is napstablook, Chara is Mettaton, Undyne is Chara, Alphys is ASRIEL/Flowey, Papyrus is Undyne, Sans is Alphys, ect.

      Mettaton EX-P and Mettaton LOVE are the ScatterTale equivilents of Mettaton EX and Mettaton NEO.

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    • Cool!


      Also. I had an idea. Y'know that scene in SU, where Ruby and Sahpire are reunited?

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    • After being captured by Jasper? I haven't seen it, but I know what you're talking about, yeah.

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    • So,

      Replace Ruby with Grey,

      and replace Saphire with Grape.


      and then


      replace Garnet with Dr. Grey

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    • They call me Greygrape!

      Back together!

      And I'm never gonna lose to the likes of you,

      'Cause I'm so much better!

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    • YAAASSS :3


      We need to make a legit parody!

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    • Imma try right now.


      They call me Greygrape!

      Back together!

      And I'm never gonna lose to the likes of you,

      'Cause I'm so much better!

      And as you keep killing my friends, it's just making me bitter.

      The two of us are never gonna follow your rules,

      So try and beat us and use all your error tools,

      Let's go, just us and you

      Let's go, just one on two.


      Go ahead and try to hit me if your able

      You know if I let you hit me I'd be unstable,

      I can see you're getting tired of this jingle,

      But I think you're just mad that you're single,


      You can't destroy the whole world together,

      We'll break your body and then leave you here forever,

      If you try to dodge, I'll just make you bluer,

      'Cause we're twice the skeleton that you are,

      We're made enti-i-i-irely

      Of ME-E-ERCY

      ME-E-E-ERCY,

      ME-E-E-ERCY


      This is what we are,

      This is what I am,

      If you think you'll ever hit me,

      then go ahead and try again,

      Cause no matter what you destroy, we'll always come again,

      And no matter what you do, you'll have a bad time in the end,

      I won't let you break the world,

      And I won't let you touch my friends,


      So try again and hit me if you're able,

      Can't you see that our relationship is stable?

      I know what you're truly afraid of,

      The skeletons inside your closet that you're made of,


      But I'm more than dry bones like them,

      I've got a SOUL, and that's what I am,

      I am their hero

      I am their vengance

      I am DETERMINATION,


      And I'm made of ME-E-E-ERCY,

      ME-E-E-E-RCY

      ME-E-E-E-RCY,

      And not one EXP.

      I'm made of ME-E-E-ERCY,

      ME-E-E-E-RCY

      ME-E-E-E-RCY,

      and i'm stronger than you.

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    • HOLY FUCK I LOVE IT!


      I think I can make the Pre-Stronger Than You scene, if you'd like.

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    • Sure. I haven't seen that part.

      (Funny, I've only ever seen one SU episode, and it was the one right before this one. Just a coincidence.)

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    • (Quite. lol)


      -Frisk is running down a hall, when she hears voices-


      Error!Toriel: We can't leave yet!


      -Frisk peeks around the corner-


      E.T.: The whole point of coming here was to destroy Gaster!


      -Error wraps Grape in strings, angry-


      Error: Stop SINGING!


      -Error turns to look at Toriel-


      Error: Gaster is creating an army. We need to get back to ErrorTale NOW.


      -Frisk hides, sweating nervously, whilst Error Sans walks away.-


      ErrorToriel: *sarcastic whul walking away* Go to the SAVE screen, they said, it'll be fine they said.


      -Frisk peeks around the corner, and sees Grape's cage. Grape checks to see if the Errors are there, and, seeing that they aren't, begins a quiet symphony.-


      Frisk: *walking up to the cage* Yo, Doc! I like your song. Also, I'm here to rescue you! *she unties Grape*


      Grape: T-t-t-t-t-than-thanks, Frisk. G-G-Geno's a l-lucky g-guy.


      Frisk: *Oh Stahp it You pose* I know.


      Grape: *suddenly alert* R-right, w-w-w-w-w-we n-need to g-go! *grabs Frisk by the arm and uses his short range teleportion*


      -Grape and Frisk get to an intersection, where Grey seems to be there as well. Grey and Grape see eachother and gasp.-


      (You should look up the episode. It's pretty good.)


      Grape: Grey!


      -Grey and Grape run towards eachother and hug.-


      (The fusion part's comin' up.)


      Grey: Did they hurt you?


      Grape: U-u-uh, n-no, I'm f-fine. D-did t-t-t-they h-hurt you?


      (Soon.)


      Grey: Who cares?


      Grape: I-I d-d-do.


      (Now, do the nature of Garnet's fusion dance, let's just pretend that Greygrape is an esthasblised (IDK how it is spelled) ship.)


      -Grey pickes up Grape and twirls him around. Laughing, they become white light, which becomes...-


      Greygrape: *lands on the ground feet first in front of Frisk* Thank you!


      Frisk: *amazed* Whaa...?


      Greygrape: "Whaa?", indeed! I'll explain later! We need to get the hell outta here! And, of course, find the others, of course.


      -A familiar sound of Errors and stomping is heard. Frisk and Greygrape look in the direction.-


      G.G.: Alright, Frisk, I need you to run and find the others! Go, kiddo!


      -Frisk nods and runs off as Error comes into the room.-


      Error: Great. You're both out. And you're fused. Pffft, I've seen enough fan art to know where this is going'. So, why don't you unfused so it's easier to kIlL yOU?

      And then "Stronger Than You (Greygrape ver.)" would commence! Wha'dya think?

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    • That's great.

      I kinda cringed at the fusion dance thing, but other than that, it's great.

      Also, next ship thing is Undyne X Papyrus. Sans intentionally sets them up.

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    • Lol, I cringed too, but there was no known way around it. Also, with R and S, it's kyut, so I thought it would be with Grey and Grape, but alas, 'twas not.


      ...your fanfic... I wanna see that.

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    • LOL, yeah.

      I've also got an idea about the fusion dance... MONSTERs can't fuse, but their SOUL's can... what if Grape Jr. absorbed both of them, and then turned into Greygrape?

      And yeah, I'll send what I've got of it so far to you.

      Undyne trudged silently through Snowdin's frozen forests, stamping through the deep snow without making a sound. It wasn't intentional, of course. It was just habit and instinct. To never let anyone know your position, friend or foe. To never be seen when staying hidden worked just as well. Even among allies, to be always on guard.

      She was wearing armor, of course, even if it was just light mail. She regretted not bringing a jacket, but it wasn't a huge problem. After all, she did prefer the cold to the heat.

      Nonetheless, she had to wonder why Sans had asked her to come here instead of heading to her home as per the usual arrangement. She actually found it quite insensitive. She had to walk the whole way, while Sans had no problem jumping the entire distance instantly using a shortcut. But whatever. She needed the exercise anyway. After her intense training routine with ASGORE had ended, she'd promised herself that the only workout she'd have would be killing humans. Unfortunately, not many humans had shown up, and she'd only killed one of them. Hell, she'd lost her eye in the process.

      So while she forbade herself from directly training, the occasional exercise would work in her favor, so she secretly relished this cross-area hike. Despite this, she still shivered in the cold and cursed Sans aloud.

      Reaching the home of the skeleton brothers, Undyne slammed her fist angrily against the door, nearly knocking it off of it's hinges. In a moment, though, the door opened and she stepped gratefully inside.

      "Hey, Sans, what's- oh, hey Papyrus."

      To Undyne's surprise, rather than the short-statured skeleton Sans, the one who had opened the door was his younger brother Papyrus. Undyne glanced around, but couldn't see Sans anywhere.

      "HELLO, UNDYNE! IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU! BUT... WHY ARE YOU HERE, EXACTLY?"

      "Sans invited me. Where is the little punk?"

      "OH, SANS? I'M NOT SURE. HE LEFT EARLIER TODAY WITHOUT TELLING ME WHERE HE WAS GOING. I'M SURE HE'S SOMEWHERE AROUND! GOOD LUCK FINDING HIM!"

      "Oh heck no. I'm staying here, Paps. There is no way I'm going out to march through the snow again just to look for your lazy brother. If he wants to talk with me, then he can come to me."

      "DON'T WORRY! SANS PROBABLY JUST FORGOT HE INVITED YOU! BUT UNTIL THEN, I SHALL TREAT YOU WITH THE UTMOST HOSPITALITY! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SPAGHETTI? I CHANGED MY RECIPIE, AND I THINK IT'S AN IMPROVEMENT!"

      "An improvement on your cooking, Papyrus? That's impossible. It's already top-tier, how much better can it get?"

      "HOPEFULLY, MUCH BETTER. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO APPRECIATES IT, AND THAT MIGHT JUST BE A GREAT TEACHER'S RESPECT FOR HER STUDENT!"

      "Hey, don't worry, Papyrus!

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    • Hmm...that would work, actually. Of course, the fusion isn't canon, so it doesn't really matter. (Is it non-canon? I hope it's non-canon. I mean, Iike the Stronger Than You song, but...anyways, your call.)


      Its pretty good so far.


      "Perhaps Sans forgot he invited you!" I'm dying.

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    • LOL, yeah. I mean, the fusion is non-canon. It's canon that a Dr. Grey exists somewhere in some weird-ass timeline, but they've never actually fused, unless you count Grey's Rebirth, which wasn't even Grape fusing with Grey, it was Grey and Grape Jr.

      Anyway, yeah. The idea of the story is that Sans invited Undyne over and then left, knowing she wouldn't want to walk home until she'd spent time in their house, so she'd hang with Papyrus. So, even though it's questionable, I think Sans would trust Undyne if he trusted anyone.

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    • Lol. Greype isn't just a weird ass timeline, it's a depressing weird ass timeline.


      True, true. I like how subtle Sans is being whilst hooking them up on a date. Neither of them know about it; and Undyne is a trained warrior and strategist. I also like the fact you're making it slowly blossum.

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    • That's true. At least Grey doesn't really remember Papyrus, and Grape never had one to lose. On top of that, Grape has a friend in Grape Jr, but Greyp has nothing.

      And yeah. I am positive that Sans would be super sly about it. He knows that at least ONE of them will figure it out, and in his mind, if they so much as know they're on a date, it'll be a sucess.

      Also, I'm gonna make a reference to the last one, where Papyrus will say something about not being able to watch MTT right now because "HE SEEMS TO HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT BUT SOME STUPID FUNDRAISER."

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    • Weeell, about Grape's Papyrus...


      Sans Cooper 4: Paps in Undyne


      Lol

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    • You wanna talk in chat? Seems like it'd make this a lot easier.

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    • k.

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    • "Hey, don't worry, Papyrus! It won't be long before everyone sees the light!"

      "THANK YOU, UNDYNE! NOW, WE'VE OBVIOUSLY GOT TO DO SOMETHING TO PASS THE TIME BEFORE SANS GETS BACK... WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO SOME TRAINING?"

      "Papyrus, you might not have nerves to feel the cold, but I do. I wouldn't go back out there if I saw a human."

      "REALLY?"

      "Heck no! If I saw a human I'd charge right through Hotland in heated armor to catch them! Nothing could stop me!"

      "ME NEITHER, UNDYNE! JUST THE VERY IDEA OF HUMANS MAKES ME SICK! IF I SAW ONE, I'D CRUSH THEM IMMEDIATELY, WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HESITATION! AFTER I'D CAPTURED THEM, I WOULD BRING THEM STRAIGHT TO YOU, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!"

      "Alright! Anyway, why don't we try to coo-"

      "SORRY, BUT SANS SAID THAT HE WOULD DUNK ON YOU IF YOU COOKED ANYTHING IN OUR KITCHEN AGAIN. HE MAY BE LAZY, BUT HE SAYS WHAT HE MEANS. HE DOESN'T MAKE IDLE THREATS."

      "You're telling me. He almost killed me once because I forgot not to... never mind."

      "CONSIDERING WHAT IS AT STAKE, I WILL KINDLY NOT ASK YOU TO CLARIFY."

      "Thanks. So... we can't train and we can't cook... what do we do?"

      "WE COULD WATCH TV?"

      "What's on?"

      "WELL, MTT IS ON, BUT IT'S NO GOOD. FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF EPISODES, METTATON HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT NOTHING BUT SOME STUPID FUNDRAISER. HE SEEMS VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT IT, BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE FOR GOOD TELEVISION."

      "All the same, I never really liked Mettaton anyway. Anything else?"

      "WELL, I DO HAVE... SOME CARTOONS I GOT FROM ALPHYS. THEY'RE SUPER DUMB, SO I HAVEN'T WATCHED THEM YET, BUT SHE SAID THAT YOU WOULD PROBABLY LIKE THEM.

      "Cartoons? From Alphys? That sounds aweso- I mean, uh, I don't know what those could be, but I'm sure it'll be good if it comes from Alphys! Let's do it!"

      "GREAT!!"

      Thirty minutes later, Papyrus and Undyne were sitting on the skelebros' couch, both of them seemingly  amazed by the exceedingly stupid cartoon. The episode had just ended, and Papyrus was was trying to make sense of what had happened.

      "SO... LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. THE BALD ONE IS LOOKING FOR A REAL FIGHT, SO HE PUNCHES THE WIFE OF THE SHORT ONE WITH SPIKY HAIR... SO THEN HE GETS ANGRY AND HIS HAIR TURNS BLUE AND HE FIGHTS THE BALD ONE, AND HE'S WINNING. BUT THEN THE BALD ONE PUNCHED HIM BETWEEN THE LEGS, WHICH IS HIS WEAK SPOT, LIKE YOU SAID, UNDYNE! BUT THEN, THE ONES IN THE ROBOTS SHOWED UP, AND FOUGHT BOTH OF THEM, AND THEY WERE GOING TO DIE. BUT THEN A TALL ONE IN SPIKY HAIR AND THE ONE WITH THE ORANGE CLOTHES AND HEADBAND SHOWED UP, AND TURNED INTO ONE PERSON, AND THEY WERE STRONGER LIKE THAT. SO THEN THEY WON, BUT THEN THE STRETCHY ONE AND THE ONE THAT KEEPS FALLING APART SHOWED UP, AND THEY SAID THE BAD GUY WAS COMING, AND SO EVERYONE FOUGHT THE BAD GUY, WHO WAS PRETTY MUCH EXACTLY LIKE THE TALL ONE WITH THE SPIKY HAIR, EXCEPT WHITE. AND THEN THEY KILLED HIM AND THAT WAS THE END?"

      Undyne was laughing out loud, leaning so far back that she was practically knocking over the couch in her exuberance.

      "Yeah, that sounds about right!"

      "AND THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL ANIME?"

      "Yep!"

      Papyrus' eyes sparkled.

      "ANIME IS AMAZING!!!"

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    • I love it. ^o^

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    • Thanks.

      What happened to you in chat tho?

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    • Power outage.

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    • UF Undyne The Undying
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    • I have a bit of time now! Yay! 😀😀😀😀😀


      To the chat?

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    • You know what would be awesome??


      Pundertale/Sansation: Star Wars


      That would be fucking awesome.

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    • LOLYES.

      I'm gonna start trying to figure it out now.

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    • K. Hmmm...I think Geno would be Obi-Wan, Grape would be Windu, and Grey would be either Anikin of Luke. But that's just my thought.

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    • Undyne trudged silently through Snowdin's frozen forests, stamping through the deep snow without making a sound. It wasn't intentional, of course. It was just habit and instinct. To never let anyone know your position, friend or foe. To never be seen when staying hidden worked just as well. Even among allies, to be always on guard.

      She was wearing armor, of course, even if it was just light mail. She regretted not bringing a jacket, but it wasn't a huge problem. After all, she did prefer the cold to the heat.

      Nonetheless, she had to wonder why Sans had asked her to come here instead of heading to her home as per the usual arrangement. She actually found it quite insensitive. She had to walk the whole way, while Sans had no problem jumping the entire distance instantly using a shortcut. But whatever. She needed the exercise anyway. After her intense training routine with ASGORE had ended, she'd promised herself that the only workout she'd have would be killing humans. Unfortunately, not many humans had shown up, and she'd only killed one of them. Hell, she'd lost her eye in the process.

      So while she forbade herself from directly training, the occasional exercise would work in her favor, so she secretly relished this cross-area hike. Despite this, she still shivered in the cold and cursed Sans aloud.

      Reaching the home of the skeleton brothers, Undyne slammed her fist angrily against the door, nearly knocking it off of it's hinges. In a moment, though, the door opened and she stepped gratefully inside.

      "Hey, Sans, what's- oh, hey Papyrus."

      To Undyne's surprise, rather than the short-statured skeleton Sans, the one who had opened the door was his younger brother Papyrus. Undyne glanced around, but couldn't see Sans anywhere.

      "HELLO, UNDYNE! IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU! BUT... WHY ARE YOU HERE, EXACTLY?"

      "Sans invited me. Where is the little punk?"

      "OH, SANS? I'M NOT SURE. HE LEFT EARLIER TODAY WITHOUT TELLING ME WHERE HE WAS GOING. I'M SURE HE'S SOMEWHERE AROUND! GOOD LUCK FINDING HIM!"

      "Oh heck no. I'm staying here, Paps. There is no way I'm going out to march through the snow again just to look for your lazy brother. If he wants to talk with me, then he can come to me."

      "DON'T WORRY! SANS PROBABLY JUST FORGOT HE INVITED YOU! BUT UNTIL THEN, I SHALL TREAT YOU WITH THE UTMOST HOSPITALITY! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SPAGHETTI? I CHANGED MY RECIPIE, AND I THINK IT'S AN IMPROVEMENT!"

      "An improvement on your cooking, Papyrus? That's impossible. It's already top-tier, how much better can it get?"

      "HOPEFULLY, MUCH BETTER. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO APPRECIATES IT, AND THAT MIGHT JUST BE A GREAT TEACHER'S RESPECT FOR HER STUDENT!"

      "Hey, don't worry, Papyrus! It won't be long before everyone sees the light!"

      "THANK YOU, UNDYNE! NOW, WE'VE OBVIOUSLY GOT TO DO SOMETHING TO PASS THE TIME BEFORE SANS GETS BACK... WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO SOME TRAINING?"

      "Papyrus, you might not have nerves to feel the cold, but I do. I wouldn't go back out there if I saw a human."

      "REALLY?"

      "Heck no! If I saw a human I'd charge right through Hotland in heated armor to catch them! Nothing could stop me!"

      "ME NEITHER, UNDYNE! JUST THE VERY IDEA OF HUMANS MAKES ME SICK! IF I SAW ONE, I'D CRUSH THEM IMMEDIATELY, WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HESITATION! AFTER I'D CAPTURED THEM, I WOULD BRING THEM STRAIGHT TO YOU, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!"

      "Alright! Anyway, why don't we try to coo-"

      "SORRY, BUT SANS SAID THAT HE WOULD DUNK ON YOU IF YOU COOKED ANYTHING IN OUR KITCHEN AGAIN. HE MAY BE LAZY, BUT HE SAYS WHAT HE MEANS. HE DOESN'T MAKE IDLE THREATS."

      "You're telling me. He almost killed me once because I forgot not to... never mind."

      "CONSIDERING WHAT IS AT STAKE, I WILL KINDLY NOT ASK YOU TO CLARIFY."

      "Thanks. So... we can't train and we can't cook... what do we do?"

      "WE COULD WATCH TV?"

      "What's on?"

      "WELL, MTT IS ON, BUT IT'S NO GOOD. FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF EPISODES, METTATON HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT NOTHING BUT SOME STUPID FUNDRAISER. HE SEEMS VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT IT, BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE FOR GOOD TELEVISION."

      "All the same, I never really liked Mettaton anyway. Anything else?"

      "WELL, I DO HAVE... SOME CARTOONS I GOT FROM ALPHYS. THEY'RE SUPER DUMB, SO I HAVEN'T WATCHED THEM YET, BUT SHE SAID THAT YOU WOULD PROBABLY LIKE THEM.

      "Cartoons? From Alphys? That sounds aweso- I mean, uh, I don't know what those could be, but I'm sure it'll be good if it comes from Alphys! Let's do it!"

      "GREAT!!"

      Thirty minutes later, Papyrus and Undyne were sitting on the skelebros' couch, both of them seemingly  amazed by the exceedingly stupid cartoon. The episode had just ended, and Papyrus was was trying to make sense of what had happened.

      "SO... LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. THE BALD ONE IS LOOKING FOR A REAL FIGHT, SO HE PUNCHES THE WIFE OF THE SHORT ONE WITH SPIKY HAIR... SO THEN HE GETS ANGRY AND HIS HAIR TURNS BLUE AND HE FIGHTS THE BALD ONE, AND HE'S WINNING. BUT THEN THE BALD ONE PUNCHED HIM BETWEEN THE LEGS, WHICH IS HIS WEAK SPOT, LIKE YOU SAID, UNDYNE! BUT THEN, THE ONES IN THE ROBOTS SHOWED UP, AND FOUGHT BOTH OF THEM, AND THEY WERE GOING TO DIE. BUT THEN A TALL ONE IN SPIKY HAIR AND THE ONE WITH THE ORANGE CLOTHES AND HEADBAND SHOWED UP, AND TURNED INTO ONE PERSON, AND THEY WERE STRONGER LIKE THAT. SO THEN THEY WON BY CATCHING THEM IN THE LITTLE RED BALL, BUT THEN THE STRETCHY ONE AND THE ONE THAT KEEPS FALLING APART SHOWED UP, AND THEY SAID THE BAD GUY WAS COMING, AND SO EVERYONE FOUGHT THE BAD GUY, WHO WAS PRETTY MUCH EXACTLY LIKE THE TALL ONE WITH THE SPIKY HAIR, EXCEPT WHITE. AND THEN THEY KILLED HIM BY WRITING HIS NAME IN A BOOK AND THAT WAS THE END?"

      Undyne was laughing out loud, leaning so far back that she was practically knocking over the couch in her exuberance.

      "Yeah, that sounds about right!"

      "AND THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL ANIME?"

      "Yep!"

      Papyrus' eyes sparkled.

      "ANIME IS AMAZING!!!"

      "I thought you'd say so. But we can't keep doing this forever. Besides, I've already seen the next episode, and the only other shows you have look to be... dozens of copies of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2. That's trash. Literally and metaphorically. We've got to figure out something else to do."

      "WELL, WE CAN'T COOK, BUT I HAVE SOME LEFTOVERS. WE COULD HEAT THEM UP AND TALK OVER A NICE MEAL."

      "Fine by me."

      And in just five minutes, Undyne and Papyrus were both thoroughly enjoying Papyrus' top-tier cooking. Sure, Undyne was gagging on the inside, but she wasn't about to show it. The little guy needed his confidence. He didn't have much else.

      "SO, UNDYNE, WHEN IS THE NEXT TEST FOR NEW ROYAL GUARD RECRUITS?"

      "In just a few weeks. But are you sure you're ready for this? I mean, it's a big deal. Being a member of the Royal Guard means long, hard hours serving in places you probably don't want to be. It means constant danger, and no recognition for it. It means you might-"

      "UNDYNE, UNDYNE, PLEASE! WE'VE GONE OVER THIS OVER AND OVER AND OVER. I'M READY. I'VE BEEN WORKING TOWARD THIS FOR A LONG TIME. YOU HAVE TO SUPPORT ME ON THIS."

      "R-right. I mean, if anyone can do it, it's the Great Papyrus, right?"

      "THAT IS CORRECT, UNDYNE! WELL, EITHER THE GREAT PAPYRUS OR THE UNBELIEVABLE UNDYNE!"

      "Hey, thanks, Papyrus."

      "YOU TAUGHT ME ALMOST EVERYTHING I KNOW UNDYNE. HOW TO FIGHT, HOW TO COOK, HOW TO BE A GREAT SENTRY, AND NOW I'M SURE YOU'LL TEACH ME HOW TO BE A GREAT ROYAL GUARD! IF I DESERVE A GREAT NICKNAME, SO DO YOU! BESIDES, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO'LL CALL ME THAT ANWAY. DON'T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE THE NAME PAPYRUS! IT JUST DOESN'T HAVE THE FLARE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ROYAL GUARD EXTRAORDINAIRE! I'LL STOP ANY HUMAN THAT COMES DOWN HERE! WE ONLY NEED ONE MORE SOUL! I WON'T LET YOU DOWN!"

      Undyne's mood had suddenly dropped, her fins drooping to the sides and her eyes falling to look down at the table.

      "Papyrus, listen. I'm sorry. But I need to be serious for a minute."

      "CERTAINLY, UNDYNE! WHAT IS IT?"

      "Papyrus... you're not ready for this. Humans can be... really dangerous, you know? I mean, I don't wear this eyepatch for show. I... I don't want you to get hurt, Papyrus."

      "UNDYNE... I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN BE QUITE PROTETIVE OF YOUR SUBORDINATES, BUT-"

      "No, Papyrus, it's not that! You're stronger than all of them combined! Stronger  than the dogs, stronger than 01 and 02, stronger than the mercenaries, maybe even stronger than me, Papyrus. But you're not a fighter. You care too much. You're too nice. You'd get torn to ribbons out there, but not because you aren't strong enough. Not because you don't have the skill, or the desire to help other monsters. You'd get torn to ribbons because you'd let yourself before you'd hurt anyone. And I don't want that to happen."

      "YOU REALLY THINK I'M THAT STRONG? YOU REALLY THINK I'M WORTH NOT LOSING?"

      "No! Papyrus, you're missing the point! I don't want you to get hurt because I love you!"

      "WHY, UNDYNE, YOU'RE MY SUPERIOR OFFICER, AND I REALLY CAN'T-"

      Undyne got to her feet and slammed her palms on the table, leaning forward, closer to Papyrus.

      "Papyrus, please forget about that for a second! I've been here for about an hour now, alright? And there wasn't a second in those sixty minutes when I didn't say to myself, "Why don't I live here?" And the very next second I'd ask myself, "what's so great about this place? It's cold, it's dry, the people are boring, the food is bad. There's not much running water, and the water that there is is frigid and icy!" And then I'd forget about it. But now... I've known you for a long time, Papyrus. I've given you cooking lessons, sentry lessons, fighting lessons, and now I've even watched some anime with you! But it was always me who called you in for the lessons, Papyrus! I kept wondering why I don't live here, because I can't figure out why I don't live with you! I want to live in Snowdin because Snowdin is where Papyrus lives.  Can't you see that? Can't you see that I really care, Papyrus? I don't want you to get hurt because I'd die without you."

      "UNDYNE, I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. SUCH A HEARTFELT CONFESSION, BUT... I CANNOT CLAIM TO BE ALLOOF FROM THESE SAME FEELINGS! I MEAN, I WASN'T TRYING TO JOIN THE GUARD SOLELY TO BE AROUND YOU MORE, BUT..."

      With this Undyne reached across the table, grabbed Papyrus by the shoulders, and pulled him right across the table to her, looking him straight in the eye at point-blank range.

      "See, Papyrus! We were made for each other!"

      "PERHAPS WE SHOULD TAKE THIS A BIT SLOWER."

      Undyne completely ignored Papyrus, leaning forward and planting a kiss directly on his uncovered teeth. She backed off a moment later and licked her lips in confusion. Somehow, her expectations had been a lot higher. Nonetheless, she wasn't about to "take things a bit slower."

      "SCREW MOVING SLOWER! Screw doing things like reasonable adults! Let's..."

      Undyne trailed off, and as soon as Papyrus regained consciousness, he spoke up.

      "CAN WE JUST GO ON A DATE NEXT TIME YOU'RE ABLE TO HEAD DOWN TO SNOWDIN, UNDYNE? BECAUSE I AM JUST A BIT FLABBERGASTED RIGHT NOW, AND I'D LIKE A QUICK BREAK."

      "Right! Let's do this the RIGHT way! I'll be back tomorrow to pick you up for our date! Be ready! You don't want to mess this up!"

      "R-RIGHT, UNDYNE! I'LL DO IT!"

      "NGYAAAAH! I'll see you then!"

      And with that, Undyne kicked a hole in the wall and marched out into the snow.

      Papyrus sat down in the closest chair, completely overwhelmed.

      "DID I JUST GET A DATE WITH UNDYNE? WAS I JUST KISSED BY UNDYNE?"

      The skeleton suddenly stood up and thrust his fists into the air.

      "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE GOTTEN A DATE WITH UNDYNE! NYEH HEH HEH! ANOTHER GREAT VICTORY FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

      Meanwhile, outside the house, leaning against the back wall, another, shorter skeleton stood, smiling from ear to ear. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his bro this happy. Now, the real challenge would be coming back and trying to avoid sounding unsurprised.

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    • Another victory for you, Paps-chan. Another victory for you.

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    • Mettaton LOVE song- I Am A Monster

      In all the years, I lay trapped, as a ghost,

      I never, believed, I’d be hailed as the most,

      Beloved star, in the underground,

      But now, I’ve got no choice, but to turn around,

      To leave this place, and leave behind,

      The people I love, and the world that is mine,

      But as I leave, I feel the hearts,

      Of the people dying, with sudden starts,

      And as I refuse, to look behind,

      The monsters die, and I feel Undyne,

      Pushing the human to worse, and worse,

      And humanity is next, if monsters were first.

      So I refuse, to let them die,

      And I refuse, to say goodbye-

      (Chorus)

      Because I am a monster!

      Humanity is no more!

      I am a monster!

      I’ll settle the blood score!

      And I am a monster!

      Who fell from above!

      And I am a monster!

      So give me some LOVE.

      Sans trusted you, but I will not,

      I’m not as naïve, as the man with a font,

      Because it takes a human, to stop their own kind,

      And I won’t let the monsters die.

      I never took DF to seriously, but now,

      I know we’ll have a falling out,

      And yeah, I’m scared, and yeah, you’re strong,

      But my teeth, are bared, and my blades, are long,

      And if I fall, there’s still one left,

      My mother’s power, that you won’t expect-

      (Chorus)

      Because I am a monster!

      Humanity is no more!

      I am a monster!

      I’ll settle the blood score!

      And I am a monster!

      Who fell from above!

      And I am a monster!

      So give me some LOVE.

      The SOUL that I wear, is not my own,

      Just one more monster, that never came home,

      So yeah, I’ve got regrets, it’s true,

      But hey, not as many, as you,

      I’m going down, without a fight,

      I’m returning to the VOID tonight,

      But mom won’t die, so easily,

      And ASRIEL’s fine, he’ll always be-

      (Chorus)

      Because I am a monster!

      Humanity is no more!

      I am a monster!

      I’ll settle the blood score!

      And I am a monster!

      Who fell from above!

      And I am a monster!

      So give me some LOVE.

      Give me some LOVE

      Give me some LOVE

      Give me some LOVE

      Because I am a monster...

      I am a monster.

      But not as much as you are.

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    • Hey Steve, I'm back!

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    • Huh! Alphys (Mettaton WEEB)

      Huh?! Alphys

      Gastly! Alphys

      Gastly! Alphys

      Huh! ASGORE

      Huh?! ASGORE (Also Gastly! ASGORE)

      Huh! Chara

      Huh?! Chara (Also alt-UnderSwap Chara)

      Huh! Frisk

      Huh!? Frisk

      Also, you wanna talk in the chaaaaaaat? (GF is high AF right now
      Huh! Gaster

      Huh?! Gaster

      Huh! Hapstablook

      Huh?! Hapstablook

      Huh! Sans

      Huh?! Sans

      Huh! Undyne

      Huh?! Undyne

      so I need a backup)
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    • RUTHUR?

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    • Bloody hell.

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    • Howdy. Is your GF high still?, and, to the chat!

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    • Huh! Alphys (Mettaton WEEB)

      POSTING AGAIN, DAMMIT.

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    • Creepypasta!Greygrape
      Greygrape Creepypasta

      Here ya go.

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    • Nice.

      Of course you've seen Sans the Sacrificed, right? Basically my attempt at a creepypasta Sans.

      Also, poor Grape. He looks like he got punched a bit too hard, lol. Missing a few teeth, bloody lip.

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    • Never seen STS, but, Grey seemingly got the worst of it.


      To the chat?

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    • Sorry, I can't right now. Maybe in an hour or so, but right now I don't have any time.

      But as for STS...

      Sans the Sacrificed

      Sans the Sacrificed

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    • K.


      HOLY FUCK THAT'S TERRIFYING.


      Wait, I'mma do another sprite...*evil laugh*

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    • Idunnotho

      I don't know anymore.

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    • THE HELL?

      Also, I'm back.

      Chat.

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    • K.

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    • Bakkkkkk.

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    • Baaaaccckkkk as weeeeelllll.

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    • Hey, you wanna head to chat?

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    • Already there.

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    • Fish fingers and mashed potatoes never tasted so good XD


      Back and in chat.

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    • Oh my god you douche you said nothing about Smoky Quartz.

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    • I know. ;) I wanted it to be a suprise for you, like Ruby and Saphire!

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    • Queen Comic Mettundyne

      Queen Comic Mettundyne

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    • Note: This story utilizes a diverging timeline beginning at two different points. That means that after the starting point of this story, nothing will follow any future story of either UNDERTALE or Steven Universe. The Steven Universe story will start directly after the end of the episode “Bismuth,” while UNDERTALE’s story takes place about a year after the True Pacifist ending of UNDERTALE. Also, yeah, the UT crew’s got an OC among them, but make of that what you will.


      Everyone was moving kinda fast, and Steven was having a bit of trouble keeping up. Of course, this was just par for the course at this point, but he wished that the Gems would at least pause what they were doing for a second, just long enough to explain what was going on.

      “Hey! Could you guys slow down for a second!”

      No one paid any attention.

      “C’mon, guys! What’s going on?”

      Despite Steven’s pleading, everyone just kinda kept going. The Crystal Gems continuously moved back and forth, in and out of the temple and their rooms. Steven decided he’d had enough, and walked over to the temple gate, sitting down in front of it. When the door reopened and Pearl tried to exit, she almost tripped over the half-gem.

      “Steven! What are you doing? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

      “Yes, I can! Which is why I need to know what you’re doing!”

      “Ugh. Steven, I…”

      Pearl was silent for a few seconds before deciding that Steven would almost definitely just keep bothering her and the other Gems until somebody explained what was going on.

      “Listen, Steven, it’s not very important, but… it’s complicated. The simplest way of putting it is that a whole lot of Gem technology has been acting up in ways that… we can’t quite explain. The malfunctions extend to the equipment here in the temple as well, so we’ve got our hands full trying to get everything in control.”

      “That sounds kind of important. How can I help?”

      “Right now, Steven, you can help by staying out of our way and letting us finish this. You’re a capable fighter and a valued member of this team, but… you couldn’t know less about Gem technology, and to be honest… we both know what happens when you try to interfere with magic.”

      “Eh. True enough. But you have to tell me when you figure something out!”

      “Of course, Steven.”


      Frisk was worried. Sans had been spending a whole lot of time in his secret lab recently, and he seemed to have less and less energy every day. It also heavily weighed on Frisk’s conscience that they knew what was going on, but they couldn’t tell Papyrus. They had to fight their own DETERMINATION to keep lying to the poor skeleton. It went entirely against their nature to keep secrets like this.

      But they’d promised Sans they wouldn’t tell anyone, and they couldn’t go back on that. They knew how important promises were to Sans. They knew from experience, and they could never forgive themselves if they betrayed his trust.

      But it still hurt. Even though Sans liked to be alone as he worked on the machine in his lab, Frisk decided they should visit him. All things considered, it seemed like a pretty bad idea. At any time, they could head down there with him when no one else but the two of them were in the entire Underground. Unfortunately, the time they’d chosen to visit the lab was the same time that many of the monsters, as well as their half-human ally Iram, were visiting Ebbot for old times’ sake.

      Which meant that they were risking Sans’ secrecy by visiting him. Nonetheless, Frisk was determined, and nothing was going to stop them from doing something they set out to do.

      As Frisk stepped down into Sans’ lab, they loudly announced their presence. 99.9% of the time, Sans was always on his guard, but when he was working on his machine he could be surprised, and he hated to be surprised.

      “heya, kiddo. watcha doin’ here?”

      Frisk said that they were just there to check up on him, and to see if he was doing alright.

      “welp, i’m fine. is that enough for ya?”

      Frisk said it wasn’t.

      “no arguin’ with ya, eh? well, guess that’s to be expected from someone like you. howzit goin?”

      Frisk said they were alright, but that they were worried about him. They said that he had been looking more and more tired each day.

      “well, to be honest, i’ve been more and more tired. i’ve been workin’ myself down to the bone down here, but i can’t quit right now. this hunka junk has been actin’ up, and i can’t be sure what it’ll do if i leave it alone.”

      Frisk asked why he didn’t just deactivate it.

      “ya can’t just deactivate this baby, it doesn’t work like that. it needs to always be runnin’, or else the circuits inside it fry.”

      Frisk said that sounded like an absolutely horrible design choice.

      “welp, at the time this was built, we hadn’t designed transformers yet, so we had to pump all the energy something would need at any time into it at all times. so we also need a cooling system to constantly be active, or else… boom.”

      Suddenly, the large, rectangular machine in front of Sans began to beep rather consistently, and at a high pitch.

      Frisk asked what it was.

      “it says something’s up, and i-“

      The machine suddenly stopped and cooled down, all of the warning lights turning off.

      “huh. that was easier than i’d expected. i was sure the timeline would be erased or something.”

      Frisk raised an eyebrow. ASRIEL hadn’t been able to ERASE the timeline with them in it, so how could this machine do it? They weren’t worried, not in the slightest bit, at least not about the timeline being destroyed. They were so determined that there was literally nothing they were afraid about killing them, it was their friends they were worried about. They hadn’t SAVED since they left the Underground, on Sans’ request, so if someone died, the absolute best they could do is reset everything that had happened since they beat ASRIEL. And that was not a good thing. But again, they’d made a promise to Sans.

      And they would never break it, no matter what.

      They asked Sans how the timeline could have been ERASED.

      “well, it’s complicated, but… long story short, that thing’s a ticking time bomb. literally, a time bomb. it was originally meant to transfer a single person from one timeline to another, but it, uh, didn’t work out that way. when it was first activated it literally took a chunk out of hotland. and, uh, it wasn’t hotland at the time. as in, the machine opened up the earth and filled the area with lava. if it legitimately went off… the whole timeline could be ripped to shreds.”

      Frisk shuddered.

      “yup. let’s get outta here.”

      Frisk suddenly remembered that there were plenty of other monsters down here, and said as much.

      “aha. i forgot too, they invited me to come with ‘em. so… who’s here, exactly.”

      Frisk said that everyone was. TORIEL, ASGORE, Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus, Iram, Mettaton, and Napstablook had all come.

      “wonderful. well, i guess we’d better join up with ‘em. maybe they’ll believe us if we say we were just followin’ along. here, i know a shortcut to the underground’ exit.”

      Frisk followed along, and, just as Sans had said, they found themselves in the Last Corridor almost instantly. Moving deeper into the Underground, it wasn’t long before they caught up to their allies, who were on their way out. Moving together, the monsters moved together toward New Home. But when they reached the Underground’s exit, something was… different.

      Frisk was the first one to comment, wondering why they… weren’t in the Ebbot range anymore. Mt Ebbot, somehow, was now laying in an open green field.

      “that’s… not supposed to happen.”

      Papyrus started freaking out.

      “WHERE ARE WE? WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE MOUNTAINS!? MOUNTAINS DON’T USUALLY MOVE, DO THEY!”

      Alphys replied.

      “N-no, they don’t! T-this is not usually s-something that h-happens!”

      Undyne clenched her fists.

      “THEN SOMEBODY MOVED THE WHOLE FREAKIN’ MOUNTAIN! Yeah! This is gonna be great!”

      TORIEL spoke up.

      “I do not believe it was a person that move the mountain, Undyne. It seems more reasonable that some magical force transported Ebbot away.”

      ASGORE rejoined.

      “In that case, we must explain this. If we cannot, then we will surely be caught off-guard by what comes next.”

      Napstablook spoke next.

      “if nobody minds, I’ve got a thought… what if-“

      Mettaton interrupted him, shouting loudly.

      “Wait! But what if we weren’t moved at all? What if everything moved but us?”

      “that’s what I was going to say…”

      Iram scowled at the both of them.

      “None of that makes sense. It’s obvious that it’s the mountain that moved, not everything else.”

      “W-well, a-according to R-relativity, t-they’re b-both the s-same thing.”

      “Whatever. But seriously, we can’t have gone too far. Humans have pretty detailed maps. Let’s just find a settlement, and then we can find out way back to Violet City and Ebbot.”

      “welp, sounds like a plan. hey, frisk, iram?”

      “Yeah?”

      Frisk asked what Sans wanted.

      “so, have humans… changed since we last saw em?”

      Frisk said they had, wondered aloud if Sans had seen them since.

      “i was pretty sure i had, but… those ones don’t look quite like humans.”

      Sans pointed a bony finger at a group not standing far from them. The four figures stood there, watching from a distance.

      ASGORE crossed his arms.

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    • Hey, Steve. Is it okay if I share with you the Eldta fanfic I was talking about? XD

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    • Fuck you and sure.

      Chat?

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    • Lol, okay.


      Chat.

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    • Back! Please come to Chat, kind sir.

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    • Undyram

      Told you it sucked.

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    • Howdy. Chat?

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    • Sure.

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    • Chat, bruh?

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    • ... Bruh?

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    • Hi, bruh.

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    • Hi.

      You've sure been busy, right?

      There's something I've been meaning to ask you.

      Do you think anyone can do the right thing?

      That anyone can help other people, if they just try hard enough?

      Well, Ok. I guess that was a pretty terrible question.

      I've got a better one.

      Do you want to have a really terrible time?

      Because trust me, if you make another move...

      You'll be in for a real surprise.

      Well.

      Sorry, Iram.

      Guess this is why I don't like promises.

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      *Come on, kid.

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    • I'M BACK.

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    • Seridot and Dusty Jade
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    • IT'S AMAZING

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    • RotoTale Sans

      *heya.

      *Heya, kiddo.


      • Things been pretty weird since the last kid when adventurin'...


      • The king, my lil' bro, issued the Automaton Act.


      • And....


      • Heh...


      • W e ' v e b e e n b u r n i n g i n h e l l e v e r y s i n c e .
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    • Hey, I'm back. Wanna head to chat?

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    • I have returned once again.

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    • I see.

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    • Yo, I know you're not here, but, I made a sprite. 
      NTTUnderfell
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    • Chat?

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    • M8?

      (Also, nice sprite, BTW.)

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    • (Tanks bro)


      Hey, I'm back. Sorry, I was busy.

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    • (No problem. I can't get on chat now, but expect me in about four hours.)

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    • (K.)


      (It delayed your message for two fucking hours. Lag, amirite?)


      (Also, when you do go into chat, you can find some flavour text I made XD. Frisk vs. Livemon Chatethrone.)

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    • Nazi Papyrus

      "Nyeh heh heh! I shall capture a human! Than, Undyne will surely allow me to join her in the Axis!"

      Basically, WW2Tale is an AU where the Monsters replace Germany as the Axis.
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    • Hitlasgore

      Hitlasgore

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    • Mindful Education.




      Fuck.

      Chat?

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    • Hooowwwwdddyyyy hhhoooooo.

      chatz tho

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    • Hey, back. I don't have much time, but you wanna get on chat?

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    • So, never mind, I've GTG. I'll see you in 2 days or so.

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    • K. Sorry I missed you, tho. Bye!

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    • Hey. I'm back. Chat?

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    • Sure.

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    • ErOuterror Fell

      ErOuterrorFell!River Person/Mu_st_p_h_nd_

      Woah spoopy
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    • SPPPPPPPPOOOOOOKKKKKKYYYYY

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    • Indeed.


      ErOuterrorFell is basically where Outertale absorbed Error!Sans, and then everything went to shit.

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    • Nice.

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    • Howdy. Chat?

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    • Sure.

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    • Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowdy.

      chat?

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    • Sure. Sorry about that other time where I had to leave mid-conversation; shit went down.

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    • Greygrae 3
      Baaasssically Grey and Grape in a nutshell.
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    • Stevethebarbarian wrote: Dusty Jade's theme.

      I like it.

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    • Chat, BTW?

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    • K.

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    • Hey, I'm in chat.

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    • Memedyne

      FUKKIN MURICOCK

      So, Steve. 


      1. SAVEHERFROMMEMEHELL
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    • Yo, you okay fam? Fred's kinda worried 'bout you.

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    • Just fine. And it happened.


      Chat?

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    • Noice.

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    • PumpkinSans
      A new AU:



      THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE UNDERTALE

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    • Chat?

      I have things I must speak about.

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    • K.

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    • Mr Meme? Are you memeturbating?

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    • Can't talk right now, but sweet Jesus, I just got offered money for the rights to one of my UT fics. 


      Jesus. 

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    • HOLY SHIT M8

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    • Who offered munz?

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    • Extra Greys
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    • Aidanthehedgehogisawesome wrote:
      Memedyne

      FUKKIN MURICOCK

      So, Steve. 
      1. SAVEHERFROMMEMEHELL


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    • AU sprite
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    • Jesus, man.

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    • Uh, thanks?


      Or was that a "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" moment?

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    • No, no, that was a good Jesus.

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      • Celebration music *
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    • Grey Nazi Papyrus
      "heh heh heh i shall capture an ally"
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    • Fusions (Biiiigggg)

      *WHOOOOOOOO'S HYPED!? *yOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT.

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    • Stevethebarbarian wrote:
      Fusions (Biiiigggg)

      *WHOOOOOOOO'S HYPED!? *yOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT.

      HOLY FUCK YES

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    • Say hello to TyrantTale. After a brutal Neutral Run, Frisk is trapped in the Underground thanks to the the lack of ASGORE's SOUL. Their inability to leave drives them to the edge of furious insanity, and they decide that if they're going to be trapped in the hole, they might as well enjoy it, and forcibly proclaim themself the absolute monarch of the Underground. Sans disappears and Papyrus retreats to the RUINS to lead the Resistance, a group of monsters shattered after their leaders were killed- TORIEL, Undyne, and ASGORE are all dead, and Mettaton's body is destroyed. Those loyal to Frisk include the CORE mercenaries, Burgerpants, most of the Royal Guards (Including RG 01 and 02, who Frisk got together), Iram, and Muffet, whom he pays obscene amounts of money to keep a few thousand little eyes over the Underground at all times.

      Meanwhile, Papyrus, Napstablook, Hapstablook, and Grillby lead a Resistance from the RUINS, trying to keep Frisk and their forces from breaking in. Alphys is their "inside man," feighning support to Frisk's cause, but actually hating them with every fiber of her being. She has regular contact with a senile Gaster, trying to build new gasterblasters to use against Frisk, since Sans took all the originals with him. Unfortunately, Frisk eventually discovers this treachery, along with the True Lab, and kills the Amalgamates. This drives Alphys over the edge, and she uses her incomplete weapons to attempt to destroy Frisk, but fails when the weapon overloads, giving her the Gaster treatment. For Papyrus, this was the straw that broke the camel's back, as he finally decided that the monsters had lost too much, and advances upon Frisk, facing him. As they do battle, Frisk has the definite atvantage, but not after Sans shows up, helping Papyrus obliterate the young tyrant. This doesn't change anything, of course, as Frisk immediately LOADS, coming back and stomping Sans and Papyrus this time. They're on the ground, but meanwhile, Gaster, Chara, and Alphys are trapped in the VOID, trying to ecscape, when they meet a fellow denizen they hadn't noticed before, a tiny shard of ASRIEL's SOUL, left over from when Frisk killed Flowey at the end of their run. Chara flips their shit when she realizes that Frisk killed their brother, and possesses Iram.

      Iram, meanwhile, hates pretty much everyone with a passion. Frisk killed Undyne, and ordered him to kill Onionsan to prove a point, and he simply doesn't care anymore. He can't even build up the will to be angry, and has been slowly seething below the surface, wishing that he was strong enough to commit Genocide once again and just be alone. However, he doesn't get his wish, instead losing all willpower and losing control to Chara. He attacks Frisk, dying, but saving Sans and Papyrus in the process.

      Napstablook considers Muffet the most vile of traitors, and after he defeats her in a fight, kills her without a shred of MERCY. He doesn't tell his cousin about it, instead simply leaving her dust to wash away in Waterfall's rivers. At this point, war is all-out, and all the forces of the Resistance, hefting their flag- a stylized Delta Rune, fought off against the far superior forces of Frisk. But it doesn't take long for Frisk's Loyalists to either be killed or join the Resistance, realizing what it is that their bretheren are fighting for. Laying seige to NEW HOME, they surround Frisk, who chooses to FIGHT rather than surrender, knowing that even if they die, they can just LOAD. Not for long, though, after Alphys escapes the VOID, grabbing Frisk's SOUL and pulling it back in with her. In the VOID, Frisk is helpless, and though they can't die, they also can't escape. Meanwhile, the Resistance celebrates their victory and mourns the deaths of their comrades.


      Throughout the entire event, the Ninth Human is little more than a spectator, the spark that sets off the events of the War.
      Resistance! Papyrus

      Resistance! Papyrus

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    • Stevethebarbarian wrote: Say hello to TyrantTale. After a brutal Neutral Run, Frisk is trapped in the Underground thanks to the the lack of ASGORE's SOUL. Their inability to leave drives them to the edge of furious insanity, and they decide that if they're going to be trapped in the hole, they might as well enjoy it, and forcibly proclaim themself the absolute monarch of the Underground. Sans disappears and Papyrus retreats to the RUINS to lead the Resistance, a group of monsters shattered after their leaders were killed- TORIEL, Undyne, and ASGORE are all dead, and Mettaton's body is destroyed. Those loyal to Frisk include the CORE mercenaries, Burgerpants, most of the Royal Guards (Including RG 01 and 02, who Frisk got together), Iram, and Muffet, whom he pays obscene amounts of money to keep a few thousand little eyes over the Underground at all times.

      Meanwhile, Papyrus, Napstablook, Hapstablook, and Grillby lead a Resistance from the RUINS, trying to keep Frisk and their forces from breaking in. Alphys is their "inside man," feighning support to Frisk's cause, but actually hating them with every fiber of her being. She has regular contact with a senile Gaster, trying to build new gasterblasters to use against Frisk, since Sans took all the originals with him. Unfortunately, Frisk eventually discovers this treachery, along with the True Lab, and kills the Amalgamates. This drives Alphys over the edge, and she uses her incomplete weapons to attempt to destroy Frisk, but fails when the weapon overloads, giving her the Gaster treatment. For Papyrus, this was the straw that broke the camel's back, as he finally decided that the monsters had lost too much, and advances upon Frisk, facing him. As they do battle, Frisk has the definite atvantage, but not after Sans shows up, helping Papyrus obliterate the young tyrant. This doesn't change anything, of course, as Frisk immediately LOADS, coming back and stomping Sans and Papyrus this time. They're on the ground, but meanwhile, Gaster, Chara, and Alphys are trapped in the VOID, trying to ecscape, when they meet a fellow denizen they hadn't noticed before, a tiny shard of ASRIEL's SOUL, left over from when Frisk killed Flowey at the end of their run. Chara flips their shit when she realizes that Frisk killed their brother, and possesses Iram.

      Iram, meanwhile, hates pretty much everyone with a passion. Frisk killed Undyne, and ordered him to kill Onionsan to prove a point, and he simply doesn't care anymore. He can't even build up the will to be angry, and has been slowly seething below the surface, wishing that he was strong enough to commit Genocide once again and just be alone. However, he doesn't get his wish, instead losing all willpower and losing control to Chara. He attacks Frisk, dying, but saving Sans and Papyrus in the process.

      Napstablook considers Muffet the most vile of traitors, and after he defeats her in a fight, kills her without a shred of MERCY. He doesn't tell his cousin about it, instead simply leaving her dust to wash away in Waterfall's rivers. At this point, war is all-out, and all the forces of the Resistance, hefting their flag- a stylized Delta Rune, fought off against the far superior forces of Frisk. But it doesn't take long for Frisk's Loyalists to either be killed or join the Resistance, realizing what it is that their bretheren are fighting for. Laying seige to NEW HOME, they surround Frisk, who chooses to FIGHT rather than surrender, knowing that even if they die, they can just LOAD. Not for long, though, after Alphys escapes the VOID, grabbing Frisk's SOUL and pulling it back in with her. In the VOID, Frisk is helpless, and though they can't die, they also can't escape. Meanwhile, the Resistance celebrates their victory and mourns the deaths of their comrades.


      Throughout the entire event, the Ninth Human is little more than a spectator, the spark that sets off the events of the War.
      Resistance! Papyrus

      Resistance! Papyrus

      Holy shit. Is this why you've been gone? This is a m a z I n g !

      And sorry for the delay. I was busy. Wanna go to chat?

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      And yeah, head to chat.

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    • So, wanna head to chat?

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    • I was unable to head to chat 10 hours ago. Now I am, however. I'll be there.

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      Alrighty!

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    • M8eo! C'mon to chat with me nd fred! :3

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    • Hey. I'm on chat; wanna come?

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    • Heya, mate. I know it's been a while, but you want to come to chat?

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    • Sorry, how about tomorrow?

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    • Sure. I'll be on chat.

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    • Giant Fusions Again

      Whadda ya think of the newest lineup? Not super pleased with Dinosaur, but the others are cool.

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    • WOAH, MAN! Nice.


      You gotta come onto the Wiki more, tho. XD

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    • That moment that I realized...

      I'd finally...

      Actually...

      TRULY...

      Figured out what Iram looks like. 

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      What what looks like, tho?

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    • “Are you ready, ‘Dyne? I’ve got something new I’ve just been itching to try!”

      “Oh yeah! I’m ready for anything!”

      Iram kept his Temmie Sword sheathed, instead opting for what Undyne took to be a hand-to-hand stance, although a very unconventional one. His hands were in fists before him in a fairly average position for any given martial art, but his legs were incomparably oddly positioned, one of them on tiptoe as another jutted out behind him, forcing him to lean far forward to stay in position.

      “Uh… you sure that’s gonna be a useful stance?”

      “Trust me. It will.”

      “Alright. I’ll take your word for it. Unarmed?”

      “Your call. I’m going H2H, that’s for sure.”

      “Then so will I!”

      “Good.”

      Undyne was doubtful as to the efficiency of Iram’s new tactic, but elected not to hold back anyway, leaping forward a few dozen yards, gripping the ground where she landed to hurl herself straight at Iram at high speed, aiming a headbutt for his gut. The half-human wasn’t going to stand for this, however, and he pulled backwards, flipping his raised leg around for a kick to his partner’s neck.

      Undyne took the fairly heavy hit, grinning in surprise and excitement as she flew backwards, catching herself on the ground and flipping to her feet before the momentum that she’d gained from the kick was lost, leaving her flying backwards, now upright, until she hit a tree. Pushing off of the bark, she flew at Iram once again, aiming a two-fisted punch at his face. Iram tried to repeat his kick from before, but Undyne had wised up, twisting out of the way. However, the attack had succeeded in forcing her to miss her own strike, leaving Iram with initiative once again.

      However, instead of doing what he generally would have done and stomping Undyne’s head into the ground, a level of forceful aggression and violence typical of him, he did what Undyne would have done, leaping into the ground and throwing himself up a nearby tree trunk, getting a higher vantage point.

      Undyne followed him up, wall-kicking from one tree to the other on her way to reaching him. With significant momentum and a good position, she used her arms to hurl herself off of the tree she was currently touching, sending an upward-oriented foot dive at Iram.

      Once again, though, Iram predicted this movement, virtually sliding out of the way, before doing yet another thing he would never usually do. As Undyne passed by him harmlessly, he gripped her hair, using her own momentum to slam her into the tree he was standing in, shattering its trunk completely and sending half of it falling to the ground, along with the two of them. Each one of the two Royal Guardsmen landed identically on one arm, leaping to their feet.

      As they continued trading blows, Iram having the decided advantage, Undyne began observing his fighting style a bit closer. It was obvious that he was winning at the moment because he knew all of her tricks and she hadn’t yet learned all of his. That was what differentiated this training exercise from most of their others- instead of working together like two blades of the same sword, they were fighting like two swords, both of the same material, but the other of a different make. As she fought, it occurred to her what was so odd about his fighting style. He wasn’t fighting like himself. He was fighting like her. Or rather, a combination of the two.

      And it looked like a dance.

      Indeed, as Iram flitted around the battlefield, using a combination of his own expert dueling and martial arts skills, as well as his quick, forceful tactics, and Undyne’s speed, grace, and aerial mobility, he looked less like a fighter and more like a furious ballerina, doing his best to murder the hell out of everything in his path.

      Undyne grinned. She’d figured him out.

      “Alright, Iram, you ready? Because I think I know exactly what you’re doing!”

      “Is that right, ‘Dyne? Because I’m not sure you do.”

      Undyne slowly raised her hands into a fighting stance that was most unusual for her, hands open in a “karate chop” position. One foot slid out behind her, the toe making a pattern in the dirt behind her back, while her other was stuck firmly in the dirt.

      “Oh yeah! You’re going down, punk! I know you JUST as well as you know me! And I’m sure I know me better than you know yourself.”

      “Well, then I guess you did figure it out. Huh. Well, we’ll see just how this works out…”

      Iram dashed at Undyne, breaking the sound barrier in an instant and scattering all wildlife in a several-mile radius, sending everything from insects to bears running for their lives. He sent a wild hook heading at Undyne, but she stepped backward, leaving it to flash over the top of her head harmlessly, before she fell to the ground, holding herself up by both arms and a leg, throwing up a kick like it was polka.

      Iram vaulted her leap frog-style, landing behind her and sweeping the ground with a roundhouse kick low to the dirt. Undyne easily evaded this attack by simply popping herself off the ground with a quick wrist movement, before leaping backwards.

      Iram took the initiative, charging her, but she flashed out of the way and sent a hook at the back of his head. Without looking, Iram knew exactly what she was going to do, and ducked under the punch, following up by using his own momentum to empower an uppercut. The move failed, however, when Undyne stepped out of the way, her waving movement more indicative of something Garnet or Amethyst would do than her or Iram, and succeeding in making the entire fight appear to be even more of a dance.

      Iram flashed a few jabs, which Undyne evaded easily, bobbing back and forth, before leveling a headbutt at him. By dropping into a “limbo” position, Iram prevented the hit from connecting, before backflipping out of the way and getting a bit further from Undyne. They both grinned, coming closer once again.

      A feint. Ignored.

      A strike. Evaded.

      A reposition. Countered.

      A change in stance. Negated.

      With each move either tried to perform, the other easily prevented the action with an opposite and slightly superior reaction. Before long they were moving too fast for the human eye to see, buzzing in and out of areas in the forsest, leveling massive blows at each other, blows which never connected.

      “You can’t keep this up forever, fishsticks!”

      “Nice try, meat, but you can’t just keep dodging!”

      Iram skidded to a halt, driving his hand into the ground to cancel out his momentum, flipping upwards and twisting in the air to reverse himself and as a result of his sudden stop, before charging Undyne and preparing a colossally forceful straight punch.

      “That’s a low blow!”

      Undyne frowned as she realized that it was indeed a low blow. Guarding herself with a swinging motion of her hands leading up into an uppercut blow, she moved toward Iram, matching his speed and force completely.

      Dust exploded everywhere as their two fists collided.

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    • Rholodyte Bastion

      Rholodyte/Bastion

      We're Together + My Fists Bleed Justice
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    • How do you like her?

      Also, chat?

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    • ALSO. 

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      Tubertale (Undertale AU) Legends, From Far Out (Extended)

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    • Doctor Wh0

      IDK

      XD
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    • Hey. Wanna get on chat?

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    • Sorry, you still up for chat?

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    • Yeah! C'mon.

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    • Boss Monster

      Boss Monster

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      STAY THE FUCK BACK GODDAMN IT.

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    • OOOOH I'll read it soon, not yet. Wanna be on chat th0?

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    • DREAMER

      DREAMER

      Royal Family

      Royal Family

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      Alsojustreadityay

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      Here Comes A Thought Steven Universe Cover

      OH.

      OH MY GOD THAT VOICEEEEE.
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    • sorry perhaps tomorrow

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    • Tomorrow, eh? Ehehe? 

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    • I would hope today, actually, but I have school.

      Actually, its Monday, so I should be able to get on around 4:00-5:00ish. Alright?

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    • Well, I was referring to yesterday, LOL, but sure mate, sure. 

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    • Yeeeeeee.

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    • Wrote a new Sansphys fic. 

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    • link

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    • Only on Wattpad, but here.

      https://www.wattpad.com/384901111-brilliance-sans-x-alphys-dark

      There's the first chapter. If you can't use Wattpad, I'll just copy-paste it for ya. 

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    • Alrighty, thnks.

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    • OSHIT

      I like it.

      Also, Interna is fucking adorable XD

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    • Thanks. She's great. 

      (A bit spiteful, tho. But you don't know that yet, LOL.)

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    • Yeee.

      (aND NOW I KNOW MUHAHAHAH)

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    • The fuk you talking bout, bruh?

      Also, chat?

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    • Sure.

      I only got like a minute before homework th0 s0

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    • Hello? chaattt?!

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    • Tears poured down Alphys' face as she staggered slowly out of the judgment hall. Sans wouldn't fight, he couldn't. There was nothing left to save, and yet so much to lose, and he wasn't going to break his promise. 

      Fucking coward. 

      Alphys couldn't hold herself together, sobbing as she trudged her way toward the Human. She knew that by now, Mettaton was dead. Happstablook was dead. After they destroyed Undyne the Undying, Alphys knew the Human would make short work of her greatest creation, and her best friend, the only one she had left. She thought Sans was someone she could stand by. Someone she could trust. But obviously, she had been wrong. Now, she only had one person left she could trust. Herself. After she'd killed the human so long ago, she'd been haunted for years. She refused to use her magic at all, she went into shaking fits whenever she even thought of using them on another living being. The thunder and the fury and the horrible, horrible creature she knew was deep inside her, the one she knew she couldn't let out, she couldn't let out because it couldn't be trusted, because it would kill. 

      And yet now, that was exactly what she needed to do. She needed to kill, she needed to hurt, she needed to shock and rip and tear and show the world what she really was. But she wasn't strong enough. She couldn't be. Sans was a coward.

      But so am I. 

      Sans was nothing but a failure, a worthless fuckup. 

      But so am I.

      She'd thought she could count on him. That what they'd said before still mattered. 

      So did he. 

      He deserved to die.

      so do i 

      Alphys finally caught sight of them, coming out of an elevator and stepping toward her. Her vision went red at the edges. She could taste dust in her mouth, she had to wipe it out of her eyes along with her tears.

      The Human. The expression on their face. How could they wear that? How could they really look like that after they'd done all they had? After they'd killed her! After they'd taken away Undyne, and after they'd shattered Mettaton. What was there left now, how could they still get such sick satisfaction from their actions? It was a nightmare. A nightmare that never ended.

      They dragged a pan along the ground with them as they came close, closer, yet closer. 

      She fell to her knees, sobbing. 

      "Do you know what you've done? Do you have any idea what you've done?!"

      The Human stayed silent, trudging toward her. Her glasses fell to the ground and she punched them, shattering the glass against the floor. She was having trouble breathing, and when she looked up at the Human it was through one red eye, and one a burning golden. Half of one ear was sliding down her cheek, melted off.

      She suddenly stopped crying, her upper lips slowly curling up and back until her mouth was just a row of razor-sharp fangs, her eyes blazing with fury and passion. 

      "I..."

      She got slowly to her feet, her claws cutting her own wrists as she balled her hands into impossibly-tight fists. 

      "I am going to burn you."

      Electricity twisted down her face, from her eye to her lip, jumping from scale to scale. 

      "I am going to burn you until you BEG FOR HELL!"

      She screamed the last sentence, her voice cracking as both of her eyes exploded in colour, dust twisting around her body as it reformed, tearing through and out of her clothes, her claws growing, her limbs stretching, tears still running down her cheeks as her jaw unhinged, a freakishly large tongue sliding out around her razor-sharp fangs. Her tail burst from the back of her coat as thunder struck all around the area. 

      The Human smiled slowly, clutching their weapon as all their hairs stood on end. 

      There really were real monsters down here. 

      Swapfell alphys monster by royalnxrd-da5wiwy

      *Who she really is. *Disgusting.

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    • HOLY FUCK

      • SCREAMING*
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    • Chat, m8? 

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    • Sorru, can't.

      I GTG in a few min.

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    • Understood. Any other thoughts, though? 

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    • Yes. Is that something you made?

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    • Not the art, but yes. 

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    • Hm.

      I like it.


      Long ago, two races ruled the Earth...

      MONSTERS, HUMANS...

      and the MONSTERS' TRUE SELVES.


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    • Well, the way I see it, the monsters are a lot like Gems. The difference is that the Gems are centered around their gem and made of light, while monsters are centered around their SOULS and made of dust. This makes it harder to shapeshift, but not entirely impossible.

      As you saw in Brilliance, if you read the third chapter, Alphys' father is a brute, a warrior, a monster, and Alphys didn't want to be like him. She locked away that side of herself, intentionally kept herself small, kept her fangs and tail in check just to be harmless, to be weak, to not be a threat to her friends and allies. 

      But at that point she showed what she was so afraid of.

      Really though, I wrote that whole thing for an excuse to use the phrase "until you beg for hell." 

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    • Hm.

      (ipersonallyrelatetothatphrase)

      I like it; it makes her a lot more interesting.

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    • Yeah. The idea that she ended up the way she did because she grew up with a father that was constantly emotionally abusive and disappointed in her is just something I really like. 

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      ow

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    • Hm?

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    • Nothing. 

      Anywho.

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    • Chaaattt??!?!?!

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    • okee get on

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    • Chat?

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    • Chat????

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    • Message me when you can chat. 

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    • EEEEEY

      You've been fucking MESSAGED, MAN!

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    • "So, Doctor Gaster, you wanted to speak with me?"

      "Yes, King ASGORE. I have several matters of great import to discuss with you."

      "Speak then. Speak freely, and have no fear of repercussion."

      "As I will. First, I want you to understand fully that I have no objections to your adoption of the human child. I feel that the war was clearly nothing but a heinous misunderstanding, the consequences of which we are all trying to repair. But I must make it clear that I am currently working on tearing down the Barrier, and at any time, I may succeed. When that happens, the chances are great that the humans will try to attack us again. The Queen is one for diplomacy, of course, but it didn't work the first time, and it may not this time either. The loyalties of everyone in our nation must be entirely rock-solid."

      ASGORE sat back in his throne, one hand thoughtfully on his bearded chin as his eyes half-closed. A sigh slowly slipped from his lips as he prepared to finally speak.

      "Rest assured, Doctor, I will think long and hard on this. But do not worry for a moment on the loyalties of my Chara. They are as resolute a defender of our people as you or I will ever be. Their hatred for other humans is... nearly disturbing, at times. But I suppose a hatred for them is better than an empathy, although I fear it may lead to self-destructive behaviors in the fu-"

      "I apologize to interrupt you, your majesty, but that was far from all I had to say."

      Gaster seemed nervous, rushed. In reality, though he was in a hurry, he was completely in control of himself, had nothing to be nervous about. His grin was shaky on the outside, but on the inside, it was solid. Completely so. ASGORE gave a start at his interjection. 

      "Yes! Yes, of course, my apologies Doctor."

      "There's nothing to apologize about, your highness. Just listen. My second point is this. While I am doing my best to take down the barrier, that's far from my only important task at this moment."

      "What could possibly compare in importance to the Barrier's fall?"

      "Oh, nothing your highness! But while food is nowhere near as critical as air, we still need them both."

      ASGORE nodded gravely.

      "Well-put, Doctor. Continue."

      "Thank you, my king. As I was saying, I have many projects that I must complete, and while a few of them are at the moment in such a basic stage that I cannot even begin to explain them to you, they include such matters as the production of a reliable energy source for the Underground, the production of more efficient and powerful machines, and the extraction of the emotional traits of human SOULS."

      ASGORE nodded again, slowly, closing his eyes as he spoke. 

      "With their emotion comes their motivation, and with their motivation-"

      "Comes their power."

      ASGORE smiled at Gaster's completion of his musings. It had been an old military adage, the idea employed by monster generals that if they could make the humans apathetic, they could make them weak, take away the immense power of their nearly immortal SOULS. It had failed, naturally, but the only great Monster victory of the war had come after a subtle propaganda campaign had made nearly an entire army of the humans believe that the war was a waste of time, making them... hate less. Love less. They just settled into quietude, before they were smashed to pieces. TORIEL still sometimes brought it up. It was like massacring civilians or non-combatants in her eyes. But that was TORIEL, everything was always black and white with her. Either good or evil, no in-between. 

      ASGORE, on the other hand, knew what that grey line looked like. He walked on it every day. No one ever said he'd have to make easy decisions, but somehow when his father began grooming him to be his successor, he hadn't imagined it being like this. He shook his head. He was getting off topic, and Gaster, noticing his internal monologue, had waited to allow him to finish his thoughts.

      "Apologies, Doctor, please continue."

      "Yes, thank you ASGORE. Well, to finish my point... I've a lot to work on. And I... can't do it on my own."

      "You're asking for help then."

      "Yes, your majesty."

      "Who's help are you looking for? Perhaps that will assist me in offering a satisfactory answer."

      "Ah, of course, apologies, I shouldn't have been so obtuse. I'm looking for... an assistant. Several, preferably. Young, bright minds I could use to help me around the lab, learn to do what I do, to take some weight off of my shoulders. I'm not looking for geniuses here, just someone who's got enough intelligence to at least grasp the concepts that I'm working with. I know for a fact you know every citizen of this nation by name. So can you think of anyone I could use?"

      ASGORE sat back, and stayed silent for a good long while, retreating into his head once again. His mind was always a bit sluggish to get started, but like a massive steam train, once it began to gain momentum, it could hardly be stopped, and it was a rare day that King ASGORE couldn't come to a sufficient conclusion given enough time. 

      After a silence of what felt like hours, but was likely more like five or ten minutes, ASGORE finally smiled softly, sat up in his throne, and opened his mouth. 

      "I can think of three."

      "Why, that's wonderful your majesty! Name them, please!"

      "The first is a young girl by the name of Alphys. She's the daughter of Betan."

      "The war commander, correct?"

      "Yes. A great war hero, put in command after his feat in heroism during the Battle of Han Trail. He's growing old now, and he planned for Alphys to be his successor, a mighty warrior to make him proud. Quite depressingly, he gave up on that when she was born female."

      "Ugh. Some can be so backwards. Can't you do something to change those prejudices?"

      "I can insist that she be allowed to have a shot at becoming a commander when she's grown, but I can do nothing to force Betan to raise her in a way that allows her to."

      "It's a pity."

      "Perhaps not. While she appears physically frail, her mother has told me that her mind is bright and swiftly-developing, and she has the makings of a scientist in her."

      "It sounds like wishful thinking, but I'm intrigued."

      "She's taken an early liking to mechanics, and her magic, though it's only partially emerged, seems to be a form of thunder."

      "Electricity. Until I get our Great Generator running, she could speed up work immensely, even if her mind turns out to be a dud."

      "Hm. Do not discount her so quickly, Gaster."

      "I am not, your highness. But move on, please, I need to hear of the others. Or, wait, actually. How old is this girl."

      "Thirty-one years old."

      "Just a child! How can you expect her to properly assist me if she's still years from graduating school?"

      "Do NOT discount her, Doctor! Besides, no one could offer a better education than you."

      "Hm. Fine, I'll accept it. But continue, continue."

      "Yes, I will. The next is an orphaned girl of forty-eight. She just recently began working for a shopkeep in the capital city. Her name is Interna, and she's proven to have an incredibly quick mind for both business and ventures that are more... useful from our perspectives."

      "What do you mean by that?"

      "The realms of... well... statistics, mathematics, and even a bit of philosophy. She was one of the children that TORIEL took in back when we... did those things. I cannot say why we stopped, only... never mind that. The point is, she was very bright, uncontent with her current working arrangements, and seems like she could be of great use to you."

      "I... am of the same opinion. She is a very interesting one, I'll be sure to interview her for the position as soon as I possibly can. And the last one?"

      "The last one is a boy currently living in Falling Water, I believe around thirty-five years old. His mother recently died, leaving him alone, but for his younger brother, around twelve. His name is-"

      "It's Sans, isn't it?"

      ASGORE's eyes twinkled.

      "Yes. Yes, it is."

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    • Doctor W. D. Gaster's smile slowly twisted further up his cheeks as he brightened, delighted at this turn of events. He'd had his eyes on Sans the skeleton for some time, and he was waiting for little more than permission to recruit him as a lab assistant.

      "Wonderful, your majesty, simply wonderful."

      He had to keep the true extent of his knowledge hidden, though. He'd already unwisely given away too much, making it clear that he'd been studying Sans for a while would be a hasty action he would live to regret.

      "I was wondering what he would do after Arial died. What's his brother's name, now?"

      "The child is called Papyrus."

      "What will become of him?"

      "I believe that Sans is taking care of him himself. They're very close, as close as brothers can be. I can't imagine Sans would be willing to leave him with anyone else in the long-term."

      "Couldn't this cause some trouble with Sans working for me?"

      "Absolutely not. Papyrus already has two "uncles" he stays with occasionally, and they could certainly take care of him when his brother is working."

      "Aha. And these are?"

      Gaster knew exactly who they were, though he couldn't recall their names. The ghosts in Waterfall. Papyrus had quite a fondness for them, and Sans seemed to trust the blue one almost completely.

      "Napstablook and Happstablook, two ghosts living in Waterfall."

      "Aha. Keeping up the undead motif."

      Gaster adjusted his collar, brushing it off.

      "Well... is there any more pertinent information?"

      "I don't believe so, Doctor."

      ASGORE leaned forward in his chair, blinking something out of his eye and twisting his hands together in his lap.

      "I'll field any costs that your research merits, and obviously that includes paying the youngsters. If that's all, I must ask you to leave. I have much to think about."

      Gaster internally cheered, glad to be out of the room with his king. Not that ASGORE wasn't well-meaning, but he somehow always managed to leave meetings with him in a worse mood than when he answered. Not so this time. He was quite exited to recruit Sans and Interna, and to avoid insulting ASGORE, he'd get Alphys on his team as well. 

      "Yes sir, I'll give you space. Know that I'm at your disposal at all times, King ASGORE."

      "Thank you, Doctor Gaster. That will be all."

      "Understood."

      He turned smartly on his heels and walked quickly out of the room, his hands gripping each other behind his back. He was a fairly good-looking monster by the standards of the Underground, skin soft and absurdly white, with a nice tall build and sharp features. The best, of course, was his eyes. Of all the things that monsters desired in appearance, white pupils in the midst of black irises was supreme, and he had them, and he was proud of it. The fact that he saw the world in negative didn't make much of a difference to him. He very much liked his eyes. 

      Regardless, he knew this wasn't the time to be musing about his appearance as he strolled out of the palace, waving to Queen TORIEL, who was tending the flower garden outside.

      "Greetings, Doctor Gaster! How did the meeting with my husband go?"

      "Quite wonderful, your highness. I think my productivity may end up receiving a major boost."

      "Ah, that indeed sounds wonderful. Well, I wish you the best."

      "And I you, my Queen."

      He grinned, waving as he strolled off toward his laboratory in Hotland.

      His thoughts were dark and clouded with worry. His lab, for a start, was an issue. The size of a small house, one would imagine that it'd make a perfectly sufficient laboratory, but given the over-sized nature of many of his creations, it proved quickly insufficient. There were six rooms in the building, his bedroom, his office, an extra room to keep any important visitors, and three laboratory rooms. He also had a few workers currently spending time digging out a seventh, much larger room underneath the rest, but the going was slow thanks to the deadly heat. 

      Clearly he'd have to work on at least one new aboveground room to give his new assistants somewhere to work, but that meant that while construction was in progress, only one or two of them would be able to stay in the lab, using the extra room, which would of course make things awkward if ASGORE or Everlanst came by, it would be awkward. But kings or royal guardsmen aside, he didn't have much of a choice. He sent a messager to his already-overworked contractor before starting out to his first interview, the lonely Interna, whom he assumed had little more to do than join him. 

      He strode quickly across the Underground to her place of residence, an old, weathered, almost depressing-looking shack. How had this place even been around long enough to get old, they'd only been underground for 32 years. No matter, he supposed, rapping his knuckles against the door. 

      It opened with a click.

      The monster who stepped through looked somewhat disheveled, obviously having been woken up out of sleep, given her messy hair, tired look, and the fact she was wearing pajamas. She was a draconic monster, with dull green scales and flowing, bright blue hair, her eyes another, steely shade of blue. She was about Gaster's height at the shoulder, but a longer neck meant she was looking slightly down at him as she rubbed her eyes, greeting him.

      "Hey. Do I know you? You look really familiar."

      "You should. My name is Doctor W. D. Gaster."

      And in one fell swoop, she was as awake as she'd ever been. Her eyebrows rose, her face twisted into a mix of surprise and excitement, and her long tail swished out behind her involuntarily.

      "Doctor Gaster? The royal scientist for king ASGORE?!"

      "The very same."

      "What're you doing at my house!?"

      "I've heard you've developed quite an interest in mathematics and theoretical physics, correct?"

      "Um, yes, I wouldn't say quite an interest, but I... dabble."

      She felt silly talking to him like that, it was like a little child discussing politics with her father, simply pointless. She dearly wished she was wearing something, anything different, and she couldn't decide whether or not to bow.

      "Wonderful! Although I've no empirical evidence, there's been rumors that you're not exactly content in the job you hold now, correct?"

      "Er... right, that's correct. I... I don't feel like I was born to be a food vendor."

      She had no idea what he was asking her this for, but decided honesty was the best policy, especially when dealing with the unquestionable greatest mind in the Underground. Her eyes flitted around, as if looking for security or cameras, and she felt entirely out of her depth in the presence of such a legendary man.

      "Good! Because neither do I, and neither does King ASGORE! I've been getting quite a bit behind on my workload, and it's beginning to become quite stressful, but taking breaks isn't what I'm paid for. On account of that, our king and I decided it was time for me to delegate. How would you like a job as my assistant and lab partner, Interna?"

      Interna took two sudden steps backwards, nearly tripping over her tail in the process. She somehow found the presence of mind to realize that she had to stop herself, because if she tripped and fell, Gaster would step inside her home and then see how much of a wreck the place was, food and clothes and papers strewn everywhere, and she couldn't see that. So she struck out with her hand, reaching for something, anything to hold herself up, and she quickly found the doorframe, keeping herself up and insuring she didn't fall, at least for the moment. The handhold wouldn't keep her from fainting outright. 

      "Oh my god, Doctor Gaster, I..."

      She had to pause for a moment, shell-shocked, just trying to catch her breath. 

      "I never would have imagined that I would have the opportunity to..."

      She had to stop again. She couldn't faint, couldn't hyperventilate, couldn't lose herself. That would be bad, bad, all bad. So instead, she closed her eyes, let her tail swish on its own, and let out a long sigh. 

      "I don't know what to say."

      "Then say yes."

      "OK."

      "Good. You're hired. The job doesn't pay, of course, not at first. But you'll be fed, housed, and clothed, as well as-"

      Interna hadn't even heard the words. After Gaster had let out his last, perfect sentence, she was dead to the world. She fell to her knees, weeping, his voice playing in her head over and over and over again. you're hired you're hired you're hired you're hired. 

      "Interna? Interna, what's the problem?"

      She was crying and laughing at the same time. She'd woken up today, forced out of bed by some annoying jackass who was knocking on her door for no reason. When she'd gotten up she was in a boring, dead-end job hanging around boring monsters with no drive, no real reason for existing. And now, just fifteen minutes later, she was the assistant to the Royal Scientist, Doctor W. D. Gaster.

      "Oh my god, Doctor, oh my god, I can't believe this. Thank you so much."

      "It's no problem, Interna. And call me Wing Ding."

      And at that, she couldn't take the emotions anymore and fainted outright. 

      Gaster groaned. He'd have to carry her all the way back. Ridiculous. 

      Alphys, he supposed, was next in line.

       

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    • It occurred to Gaster a few moments before he began carrying Interna to his laboratory that perhaps she had some essential items she needed to pack before she could just pick up and move on to a completely new life in a completely new place, so he waited for her to wake up, informed her that he'd be back within a few hours, and told her to pack. Interna graciously agreed and got immediately to it, slamming her door in his face to keep him from looking inside. 

      Odd. 

      Either way, now he had the choice of whether to speak to Sans or Alphys next. Unfortunately, while he wasn't exactly hyped up about recruiting the young lizard, he did need her as a living generator, and therefore he was entirely dependent on having her on his team. And Sans, he knew, would be loath to take any job that required him to leave his brother, even for a very limited amount of time. 

      On account of those several basic facts, Gaster decided to go for the sure thing and hire Alphys, whom he was sure would be happy to leave her disappointed father behind. No matter how little the war hero showed it, he was certain that Betan couldn't completely hide the fact that he'd wanted a son, and he'd wanted a great warrior. He'd wanted the ultimate warrior. And now, getting old, he was never going to get it. A great pity, for him, anyway. The Underground had little need for warriors now. 

      He brushed off his collar once again, displeased with how seemingly dirty Waterfall could be. He could live with it, of course, but he couldn't imagine living in it. It wasn't the worst place he could imagine, not by a long shot, but it was still an unpleasant land. Either way, he was glad he'd soon leave it, moving instead to the capital of the Underground, a relatively bustling place with a population of eighty. Pitiful, but significant in the standards of the dwindling Monster race. 

      He made it swiftly to the home of Betan and his wife Dyo, a relatively large home, big enough that a good 200 people could crowd into it shoulder-to-shoulder. Not much, but housing resources were limited. Gaster stepped onto the porch, leaned forward, and knocked on the door, rapping slightly with his knuckles. 

      The ground vibrated just enough that it was noticeable before the door opened, Betan himself greeting the doctor. That is, if one could call it a "greeting." The man was a hulk of a monster, more a dinosaur than a lizard, two rows of forearm-length spikes sprouting from his back, certainly discouraging betrayal. His eyes were a dull reddish colour, and his body (and particularly face) was twisted with scars representing his years of combat as a warrior in King ASGORE's Royal Guard. 

      The centerpiece of the whole entourage was of course  the frilled spikes bursting from the back of his head, each one the size of a small child. It looked like he could kill a man with those things. 

      Naturally, of course, he was wearing pants. And nothing else. He looked... grimy, somehow. Gaster took an immediate dislike to him. 

      "Hey."

      His voice was slow. Gravely, with just a hint of an accent. 

      "You're W. D. Gaster. What're you doing here?"

      "Greetings, Betan."

      He held his hand out for a handshake, which the warrior slowly accepted, shaking the hand with a vice-grip. 

      "Hey. So you still haven't answered the question." 

      "Right. I'm here to speak to your daughter. Alphys, correct?"

      "Yeah. That's the one. What do you want to talk to her for? If you're wanting to turn her into a warrior, best of luck to ya. I've tried, but she's more interested in zappin' plants and seein' how the leaves curl than, you know, killing humans."

      "Well, that's quite convenient, because at the moment, leaf-zapping is infinitely more useful to me than human-killing."

      Gaster made direct eye-contact with Betan, staring the man down. Neither of them liked each other, and it was clear from Gaster's tone that he was being deliberately confrontational. 

      Betan eventually stepped down after what felt like hours of staring, turning around and stepping back inside, motioning for Gaster to follow him in. They moved swiftly to his living room This house was spotless, a welcome relief to Gaster after Interna's... humble abode. Betan tilted his head toward the next room over, presumably his kitchen. 

      "Dyo! Put on some coffee!"

      "Oh, do we have a guest?"

      "Yeah! The illustrious Doctor Gaster himself and he wants to talk to our very own Alphys."

      He turned his head to the stairway, yelling upwards.

      "Alphys, come down here! And try not to embarrass us in front of the Royal Scientist, alright?"

      It was at that moment that Gaster decided Betan's days as a war hero were long-over. The man left a bad taste in his mouth. As frantic bumping was heard from upstairs, presumably his daughter hurriedly getting dressed into something appropriate for the occasion, Dyo walked into the room, carrying a coffee kettle and three mugs. 

      Her build was technically much like Betan's, but while the soldier was large, bulky, and muscular, her size was in her length rather than her height and mass, and her tail was as long as her body was lithe. For just a moment, Gaster actually felt a pang of attraction to her, before mentally kicking himself. This was neither the time, place, nor person for such thoughts, and he quickly got to business.

      "Dyo, it's nice to meet you."

      She nodded, smiling, and poured him a cup of coffee, handing him the mug a moment later. He nonverbally thanked her and took a sip. Hot, black, and rough-ground. Perfect. 

      "Thanks, Dyo. That's all, you can go."

      "Right."

      She quickly slithered out of the living room, back into the kitchen. Gaster sighed ironically as Alphys herself began almost tumbling down the stairs. Wearing a t-shirt far too big for her and shorts underneath that, Gaster raised an eyebrow, wondering how it took her so long to change into that. 

      "D-d-d-d-octor G-g-gaster! It's s-so n-nice to g-g-get to m-meet-"

      "Alphys! You're doing it again! Would you stop it with the goddamn stutter!?"

      He turned to Gaster, lowering his voice only a bit to make a deep, insightful comment. 

      "Sorry, doc. I keep tellin' her that she needs to stop doin' that."

      Gaster raised one finger as if he was about to speak, most likely launch into a tirade about how difficult it was to overcome speech impediments, but Betan ignored it, turning back to Alphys, who was about halfway down the stairs, yelling up at her again. 

      "Now, talk right, understood?"

      Alphys gulped, nodding. 

      "Y-y-"

      She stopped for a moment, pausing for a few seconds to catch her breath before trying again. 

      "Y-"

      She cringed, before opening her mouth a third time. 

      "Yes sir."

      "That's better. Come down here, the doc wants to talk to you."

      She came down the stairs, head low, and sat in a chair adjacent to the sofa that Gaster and Betan were sharing. 

      "It's nice to meet you, Alphys."

      "T-thank you, Doctor."

      Betan grunted, rolling his eyes.

      "I guess we've just gotta live with it."

      Alphys blushed, averting her eyes, as Gaster's fist slowly clenched against the cushions of the couch.

      "Well. With THAT out of the way, let's get down to the real business at hand. Alphys, I've heard indirectly that you possess certain particularly useful skills to a man in my profession."

      "W-well I hope I-"

      "You gotta get somethin' straight, doc. Alphys doesn't have any real "useful skills." She's got 34 HP, 3 AK and 2 DF, she can't even lift a goddamn axe. Her magic is little shocks I can barely feel, and even her mother was twice that size at her age. She's a real piece of work, I tell you."

      Alphys was absolutely humiliated, shrinking back into her seat like she wanted to disappear, to turn to dust, to sink into the chair, anything. Gaster had to close his eyes and take deep breaths for a few moments just to keep himself in check.

      "Now, I'm sure this didn't occur to you at first, Betan, but sheer strength isn't what I'm looking for. I want a mind, and Alphys obviously has a useful one. So, ALPHYS, if you would like to speak for a few moments, we can decide on if we'd like you to come with me to live in Hotland and work as one of my assistants BUILDING DEVICES TO HELP ELIMINATE THE BARRIER."

      She was shaking. Absolutely shaking, as if she were about to seize up. She didn't know how to react. She wanted to leap to her feet, to jump for joy, to cry out that YES she would join him, and HAPPILY, but for some reason she couldn't. She just felt sick.

      "Now you see that, Gaster? She can't even see when she's got a lucky break. I tell you, that mind ain't all it's cracked up to be."

      Dyo stepped in from the kitchen, obviously angry, her fists clenched and rage on her face. "Now Betan, why don't you just-"

      "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!?!"

      Gaster had stood when he furiously finished Dyo's sentence, his fists clenched and black waves of energy surging from his body, his left eye glowing purple as everyone in the room felt themselves paralyzed by a sick feeling of dread in the pits of their stomachs.

      "Listen sir, as much as you would like your daughter to be a mindless brute like yourself, you're going to need to come to terms with the fact that she's NOT, so I must recommend you take a quick step into the shoes of every person your disgusting personality makes miserable and perhaps you'll get an idea of why your daughter should be more than a pointless wallflower, constantly wallowing in your  constant arbitrary scrutiny and omnipresent disappointment!" 

      Betan, insulted and furious, got to his feet and began summoning a halberd of yellow energy into his hand before he suddenly found himself unable to turn, unable to even look around to see his surroundings. 

      He was PURPLE now. 

      "Alphys. I will ask you this one time. Do you, or do you not, want to work with me?"

      Alphys took a good, excruciating ten seconds to answer before finally spitting it out.

      "Y-y-y-yes! A-absolutely! More than an-anything!"

      Gaster smiled, his eye still glowing. 

      "Good. Now, let's go."

      He spun on his heels, stepping out of the door with one foot in front of the other, his hands behind his back, letting his emotions finally get back under control, the stiffness in Betan's joints beginning to leave. 

      Gaster knew he'd made an enemy.

      But, to be fair.

      He would rather, a dozen times rather, have had that man as an enemy than a friend.

      "T-t-thank you so much, Gaster!"

      "That's Doctor Gaster, Alphys. Show respect."

      Showing favoritism based on arbitrary standards. Gaster scoffed. He'd never let himself cater to such injustice.

       

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    • And here he was again. Doctor Wing Ding Gaster high-stepped through the marshes of Waterfall, heading to the little domed house he knew was close by. He hated to have to trudge through this place again, but necessities were necessities, and getting Sans on his team was a necessity. 

      He had passed by Interna's home earlier, noting that Alphys was now with them and that she could feel free to start moving her things to the Hotlands whenever she liked. Alphys had told him that she didn't have any possessions she didn't mind leaving behind, so she was most likely out there,  getting used to the heat already. 

      Of course, Gaster knew where Sans lived, and he quickly made it there. It was an odd house, completely black on one side, with an odd-shaped door and similarly curious windows. He shrugged upon reaching it, striding quickly up to the door and knocking briskly. It was only a good five seconds before the door cracked, a tiny eye shining through the door, white pupil flashing about. 

      Gaster nodded. Papyrus. 

      "Greetings, Papyrus."

      "HELLO."

      The eye blinked, but otherwise nothing changed. Clearly, he'd learned to not open the door for strangers. Sadly, even among a community as tight-knit as the Underground, there were still criminals out there, making the caution a necessity for someone as young as Papyrus.

      The skeleton, to the best of Gaster's knowledge, couldn't be much taller than four feet. He was quickly showing plenty of magical promise, even at his young age, but that was all in the marital spectrum, not the scientific one, which meant it wasn't his job to cultivate it. His brother Sans, on the other hand...

      "WHO ARE YOU?"

      The question was phrased matter-o-factly. He was just asking. Gaster nodded curtly. 

      "I am doctor W. D. Gaster, the Royal Scientist for King ASGORE. I'm here to speak to your brother. Could you tell me where he is?"

      Papyrus thought for a moment, before smiling, opening the door and preparing to let Gaster inside. 

      "HE'S RIGHT IN-"

      Suddenly, Gaster turned as he heard footsteps behind his back. And there he was. 

      "heya, doc."

      Sans the Skeleton was standing behind Gaster, out of nowhere. He was wearing a pair of black shorts and a blue hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, so that all Gaster could see of his face was a dark void, the shimmering of two white pupils, and a wide grin beneath the shadow. The teenaged skeleton spoke again. "what brings you to our humble abode?"

      "Aha, yes. Well, you see, this is an... interesting predicament. I, well... I hate to have to ask this of you, but... I may need to request you... my, this is turning out harder to ask then I expected."

      "cough it up, doc. i got a feelin' you don't have all day."

      Sans chuckled.

      "Right. Well, I am in need of assistants and scientific partners to help me in my duties as Royal Scientist."

      "you should probably talk to interna about that. She lives a ways down there."

      He pointed a thumb behind him. 

      "Oh. Well, I already have. She's agreed to work for me. But I need YOU, Sans."

      "why's that?"

      "You're unique. You've a curious mind, and one that works in unique ways, ways I need assisting me."

      "huh. how'dya know that?"

      "Your father and I were quite close. Back on the Surface, that is, before..."

      "no need to tiptoe around it. before he died."

      "Yes. Regardless, he spoke a lot about you, even when you were much younger."

      Sans sensed that Gaster was lying about something, but he couldn't quite tell what. There was something he was missing.

      "SANS, WHAT IS GOING ON?"

      "the royal scientist wants me to work for him."

      "DOING SHENANIGANS? BECAUSE DOCTOR, THAT IS ALL HE SEEMS TO WANT TO DO."

      Gaster had to laugh out loud. The parallels between Papyrus' naive criticism and Betan's mindless, crushing resentment were so vast as to be amusing. Papyrus, even when he was being rude, it seemed, was somehow endearing. It was a pity the child never got to meet his father. 

      Sans shook his head. "Nah, Paps. I think he wants me to help him with some'a that physics stuff I do."

      "OH. OH! THEN YOU NEED TO ACCEPT! YOU SEEM TO ENJOY IT SO MUCH!"

      "Oh, yes, right! Um, I know this might make things awkward, given that Papyrus-"

      Sans looked up, sliding his hood off of his head, and his smile grew just a tiny bit. "i'll do it. when do i start?"

      "But your brother- what're you going to do about-"

      "he can stay with napstablook and happstablook while i'm workin'. you wanna stay with uncle napsta, paps?" 

      "OH! OH YES, I'D LOVE TO! ALTHOUGH... HOW MUCH WILL YOU BE WORKING?"

      "how much'll i be workin?"

      "About six hours a day, five days out of seven, although your time will be very flexible and will likely run much longer or much shorter depending on circumstances."

      "can ya deal with me bein' around eighteen hours a day, bro?"

      "THAT JUST MEANS SIX HOURS WITH UNCLE NAPSTA! SO YES, I CAN DEAL WITH IT. BUT I'LL MISS YOU, SANS. BUT NOT YOUR SHENANIGANS!!!" 

      Sans gave a slight, snorting chuckle. "alright then. you'll get a daily shenanigan break. when do i start, gast?"

      "Doctor Gaster."

      "yeah, yeah. when?"

      Gaster internally frowned. He wasn't liking Sans' attitude, but at least he'd agreed to work for him... surprisingly easily. It was actually spectacularly odd. Regardless, he had to take what life gave him.

      "Whenever you're ready. Once ASGORE can provide me with the funds for a building crew, we should have a fully-fledged laboratory in the Hotlands. You can handle the heat, right?"

      "yeah, it's no problem."

      "I WANT TO VISIT SOMETIME!!!!!!!!"

      Sans and Gaster both recoiled in slight surprise at Papyrus' sudden, unnecessarily-loud outburst. He was probably just trying to make sure he got their attention and by God he succeeded. Sans shifted his gaze to Gaster.

      "Yes. Yes, of course, when we get the opportunity, you can come to visit."

      "NYEH HEH HEH! THEN PREPARE YOURSELVES, FOR I WILL COME SOON!"

      "yeah. i'll be countin' the days, paps."

      "I KNOW YOU WILL. NOW GO, GO, SHOO! GET, GET, SKEDADDLE!"

      Papyrus was making odd motions with his hands, as if shooing a fly, pushing Sans away from him. Sans gave an amused grin as he pulled slightly back, recoiling from the wild gesticulation. "hey hey hey, ok. why so eager?"

      "BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN, AND I WANT TO STAY WITH THE GHOSTS! NOW GO! OR, ACTUALLY, COULD YOU SHOW ME THAT SHORTCUT AGAIN? I DON'T REALLY WANT TO WALK."

      "sure. i'll be right back, gast."

      He strolled over to Papyrus, taking him by the hand, and leading him inside the house. From what Gaster could see, they walked into a closet. Sans walked out by himself, brushing his hands off. 

      Curiouser and curiouser. 

      "welp, i'm all yours, doc."

      "I see. Well, I suppose you can pick up a few essentials from your home, but make sure they're not... you know... flammable. The Hotlands are just that. HOT." 

      "i got the picture. want to go ahead and leave without me? i'll pick my stuff up and head down there at my own pace, you can do anything you need to. what does this job pay, by the way?"

      "Sans, I am not entirely certain I even know what ASGORE is deciding to pay ME. We'll figure this out as we go along."

      "gotcha. cash isn't a big issue for me, but i still like to have some spendin' money."

      "Right. Well, I'll head on then?"

      "go for it, doc."

      He nodded again and strolled off. 

      He determined that he didn't like Sans all that much. True, the kid was definitely a genius, and his magic was uniquely useful in a myriad of ways, but after this, well... it'd been his first time speaking to the skeleton in person, and Sans simply had no respect. He took everything so casually, and he talked to him like he was his old friend, not his superior, his elder, his BOSS. Regardless, he couldn't afford to not have Sans working with him. He just hoped it wouldn't cause many problems in the future. 

      As he walked out of Waterfall, he saw unique footprints on the ground in front of him. It looked like Interna was already making her way to Hotland. 

      Alphys was sitting at the edge of a rocky cliff, waving her legs over the side almost playfully and staring down at the lava below when she caught sight of her, walking closer. From a distance, she could only see a vague blue shape coming towards her. That must be either Interna or Sans. She didn't know what either looked like.

      But as the shape came closer, and her gender became apparent, she decided unambiguously that this was Interna. And what a shape she was. Alphys stared as she approached, walking confidently, carrying a tough, old-looking suitcase of belongings. She was wearing a t-shirt, eight-foot, draconic wings stretching from holes in the back, constantly stretching and contracting, like one might curl and uncurl one's fist. Below that she wore a pair of blue jeans. 

      Alphys' eyes couldn't have given away her entrancement more if her pupils had turned to stars. She adjusted her glasses and just kept staring at this beautiful specimen of monster anatomy. Once Interna was closer, she suddenly waved, making Alphys almost jump. 

      "Hey! You must be Alphys, right!"

      Interna smiled, setting down her suitcase and stepping closer as Alphys scrambled back onto solid ground, getting to her feet. She adjusted her glasses and clothes, gulping loudly. 

      "H-h-hey! Y-yeah, that's m-me! You're I-Interna, right?"

      "That's the one. Guess we're working together, right?"

      She stretched out a hand, gripping Alphys' clawed fingers and shaking. The little lizard was blushing immensely, unable to make eye contact.

      "T-that's r-right..."

      "Well, how're you doing?"

      "Oh! G-great! Uh, h-how're you?"

      "Not bad at all, actually. Are you as exited as I am to be working with Doctor Gaster?"

      "Oh y-yes! Or, I mean, t-techinchally I don't k-know how exited y-you are. B-but I'm very hyped! I-it's gonna be g-great!"

      Alphys' mood was definitely improving. She held her hands next to each other and bobbed a little bit. Interna chuckled. 

      "So, are we just waiting for the Doc to show up? And when he does, what do we do?"

      "W-whatever he says, I g-guess?"

      "That makes sense. Let's do it."

      "R-right! Oh. H-he's actually coming now."

      "That just makes our jobs easier!"

      Interna spun on her heels to see Gaster trodding toward them from a good distance away. She grinned, her tail waving as she spread her wings and shot upward into the air, flying toward the doctor. Alphys wiped her face. 

      "G-god. Oh g-god she's hot. How do I handle this!?"

      "handle what?"

      Alphys jumped, squealing in surprise, spinning around and falling on her rear as she looked for who'd said what.

      "W-WHO'S THERE?!"

      Sans was giving her an odd, sideways look, standing above her, holding a plastic bag full of whatever he'd decided to bring.

      "i am. name's sans. sans the skeleton."

      He extended one bony hand. Alphys reluctantly reached out to take it, before her fingers suddenly recoiled, pulling back. "T-there's something in your palm."

      Sans' grin shrank a bit. He raised his hand, presenting his palm and the whoopee cushion taped to it. "ol' whoopee cushion in the hand trick. works every time. 'cept this one, apparently."

      He offered his other, empty hand, and pulled her to her feet. "sorry 'bout spookin' ya. i tend to do that a lot."

      She frowned. "I imagine. You're working with us too?"

      "yup. met interna?"

      She suddenly and inexplicably blushed. "Y-yeah."

      "crazy, ain't she? but she's smart."

      "T-that's, um... g-great?"

      "yeah, it is."

      Sans' smile grew a bit as Gaster's footsteps became audible. "'eya gast! interna, been a while."

      "M'hm. How's Papyrus?"

      "shootin' up like a damn weed, and i don't know what to do about it."

      "The trick is tying a rope between his heels and forehead. It'll keep him from growing."

      "ah, neat. i'll have to try that."

      His smile shrank a bit and he chuckled, nodding at Gaster. 

      "So. We're all here together at last." 

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    • Everyone seemed to be working quickly and frantically at everything. A construction crew had finally been freed up, readied for the extreme temperatures of Hotland, and was now working quickly and efficiently at building a laboratory building for Gaster and his new crew. 

      Gaster himself was constantly deep in thought, shuffling through heat-shielded papers constantly, scribbling down random thoughts or calculations absentmindedly as the next random thought or calculation entered his mind. He only occasionally paused to say something out loud, which usually prompted a counter-reply from Sans or Interna, who were hanging about, waiting for instructions and meanwhile assisting the builders. 

      Alphys was helping too, and she also often had thoughts to reply to Gaster's open-ended statements, but she was always a bit too timid to try to interject, and so either Sans or Interna always had the spotlight. It became quickly clear that they were developing a good-natured rivalry for the Doctor's favor.

      When Gaster would make a comment, say, for instance- "If the Barrier is a strictly magical entity, then it shouldn't take seven human SOULS to break it, per-se, simply something of greater or equal power," Sans and Interna immediately both opened their mouths to be the first to make a "thoughtful" comment, and once one of them HAD made the first comment, they warred endlessly on who got the last word. 

      "welp, the way i see it, the Barrier ain't just normal magic. it can't be, if it were, we'd be able to CHECK it, but we can't for whatever reason."

      "Naturally! But there has to be an explanation for that. If you dig deep enough, everything makes sense in the end."

      "so what is it? just some crazy human soul crap? concentrated emotional energy? pure spite?"

      "More likely it's some form of SOUL residue, similar to the dust that makes up our bodies. Some sort of energy from outside is telling the Barrier to stay perfectly in place."

      "but it doesn't act like a physical object. light passes through it, and you can toss a rock right out onto the surface. which means it can't be anything like us." 

      "I wouldn't discount that so fast. If it's primed on a different wavelength than physical matter, then it would be a simple task to design it so as to stop monsters, but not humans."

      "but a human passing through the barrier still needs a monster soul, which means it can't be just aiming for monsters."

      "That just beggars the question of why they'd program the "Seven SOUL" weakness into it in the first place. Were they planning on eventually taking it down?"

      "there's no way. so maybe they didn't have a choice?"

      Sans and Interna's commentary, which clearly started as antagonistic attention-grabs quickly morphed into actual, thoughtful back-and-forth. Which was the only reason Gaster put up with their annoying jabbering in his ear constantly. 

      "That's enough, you two."

      He knew stopping their intelligent discussion was virtually a cardinal sin of the scientific method, but he couldn't stand them going on any longer. Alphys, meanwhile, sat around and felt useless. She'd been invited there, but now it seemed like there was no reason for her presence.

      "D-doctor Gaster?"

      "Yes, Alphys?"

      He pronounced it "Al-fees." Annoying, but better than some of the garbage she had to put up with. 

      "Is there a-anything you w-want me to do?"

      "You mean in the line of work? What kind of energy are you capable of putting out?"

      "Huh? O-oh! You mean my t-thunder magic! I've never had a chance to do a s-scientific study, but I preformed a resistance test with a few different insulators, and to the best of my k-k-knowledge I should cap out at about four megawatts. That's, um, the m-max output I can keep up consistently."

      "Incredible! That could power most of the Underground!"

      "Y-yes, until I get exhausted after about three hours..."

      "Hm. Regrettable, but I understand. No one can keep up their maximum power for long. Well, that's good. If you can give me about two hours, I can finish building up the cooling system in room A-A."

      One solitary, empty room had been completed at that point, about half the size of a small home. It'd be the front entrance room, but for now it was their only source of (minor) respite from the heat. If Gaster got a cooling system working, everything would work far faster and more efficiently. That's without even CONSIDERING how much more comfortable everything would be if they weren't forced to boil in 260 C temperatures every minute they were working.

      "W-when you're d-done, you w-want me to power it?"

      "Yes. I've already got a battery, you can try to start charging it."

      Gaster searched through his red-hot mess for a few minutes before tossing her a nondescript item in the size and shape of a brick. The only thing that identified it as what it was were two prongs on one side of it. Alphys nodded quickly and held her fingers a few centimeters from it, each claw twitching just barely as sparks flicked from her fingertips to the prongs. She bit down on her tongue, squinting as she focused. 

      "S-sorry. I'm out of p-practice."

      "No problem. Just do your job, and you'll be fine." 

      "T-thanks." 

      Meanwhile, Sans had sat down at a chair they'd dragged in and was tinkering with a piece of metal in his lap, trying to devise a device that was delicate enough to measure exact temperatures, but durable enough to survive the huge temperatures of Hotland. Going was slow. Interna saw what he was doing and immediately got to work on her own version. 

      She held her hand out at arms-length, before a flash of green light exploded from her palm, she clenched her fist, and she was holding a large scythe, having summoned the weapon for the sake of sheering her "thermometer" down to a more manageable size. 

      She and Sans worked on each of theirs for a good hour, until Gaster finally asked them to stop. 

      "We need you inside! You've got to help us christen the new air conditioner!" 

      Interna almost squealed, and Sans' smile shrank contentedly. He looked from his thermometer to Interna's. Neither one was anywhere near working. 

      "man, we two sure are a hot mess, eh?"

      "Oh my god, Sans. I don't want to associate with you." 

      Just four weeks and three days later, and the laboratory was fully constructed. Working lights, a working cooling system, even a microscope and quite a few vessels used for, uh, science stuff. Gaster, Interna, and Alphys each had their own bedroom. Sans didn't need one, given he slept at home. The place had two stories, the main floor and one directly above it, and the upper floor boasted Gaster's main lab and office, which was 70% a waste of space. Despite that, productivity had gone through the roof once construction was complete, and Sans, Gaster, Interna, and even Alphys vomited ideas like they were high on LSD, except the ideas made sense. 

      Alphys' infatuation with Interna had become obvious at this point. The way she looked at her every time she came into the room, the way she couldn't say her name without stuttering like a mad woman, the way she described her to others, the way she went as far as to name programming variables after her. It was absurd, but as long as it wasn't affecting her productivity, Gaster decided to let it slide.

      On the contrary, in fact, Alphys seemed more motivated then ever. Gaster grinned at the thought that he was making progress in turning Alphys into a better scientist. Sans had noticed an uncomfortable trend with the doctor though. The better the old guy got to know them, the less he seemed to like them. The more often he was to be curt, cold, and just plain rude. The more dangerous he sounded when he was angry. Sans didn't like it, not one bit, but he didn't say a word. 

      The time came soon after for them to try their first official group experiment, the first one that would be properly recorded and involve all of them. It was comparatively simple, really, see if waves emitted from a monster could not only reveal what type of magic they used, but their personality type as well. 

      Humans held their metaphorical hearts on their sleeve, and in the same vein they carried their personalities on their literal hearts. But did monsters, with SOULS so seemingly monochrome, work the same way? Gaster intended to find out, or at least give some proof to ASGORE that he and his team were doing their job. 

      They'd had to make a spectroscope themselves, given there honestly wasn't one available anywhere else in the Underground. They decided the very first subject for the test would be the Doctor himself.

      He grinned, nodded, bowed to the unanimous vote that he was to be the first measured, and strolled over behind the spectroscope, hands behind his back. 

      "Once more into the breach my friends. Let's go." 

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      Well, this was the doorway and they had to be sure to build it carefully. Gaster crossed his arms, as Alphys ran the controls, Interna watched the readouts from the monitor, and Sans moderated the same thing, rattling off instructions to Gaster.

      "E-experiment 01.1 beginning in thirty seconds."

      "All visual relays functioning correctly."

      "subject properly positioned, spectrometer booting."

      "Initiating emotional readouts..."

      "Everything's coming through, clear as day! Nervous, Gaster?"

      The aforementioned Doctor Gaster chuckled, his eyes sliding along the length of the room. "A bit, actually. But I guess you can read that on the spectrometer. It is slightly unnerving to have my emotions and magic up on a screen. If this experiment works, my personality will be up there as well. Damn."

      "welp, let's get us started. gast, you're gonna need to think of somethin' that makes you mad. that makes you really want to blow a gastket."

      "Well, your puns are a good start, Sans."

      Everyone politely and curtly chuckled, but the Doctor was indeed bringing up feelings of rage. He was underfunded and under-equipped, with a King that claimed he trusted him, and yet was more eager to harbor and feed a human than to offer money to help Gaster break the Barrier. 

       

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