Alphys had made it! She had fought her way to the top and was now the captain of the royal guard! Not that the elder Royal Guard had actually fought her for it. In fact he retired and congratulated her at the party held after the ceremony (she hadn't noticed the look of grief and pitty in his eyes...).

She'd never understand why anyone would just give up a job like this. Kickin' ass, taking names, and all in the name of justice! She was on her way to Ol' queen Floppy ears' castle, she said there one final thing to do before she truly became the captain and hell she was practically skipping with joy. She'd tackle anything the queen through at her, and she probably knew it.

Arriving at the judgement hall she had to calm herself before letting her excitement show, Sans was on his shift and even though he'd been nothing but happy for her. Acting like a child was still embarrassing, even if Sans himself was childish as well. It was in his nature to be happy for others and their accomplishments. No one had ever been told what the excitable skeleton did in the final hall and he was often over for tea when alphys finished training. Sure, there where rumors- the most popular one so far being that he and the queen were together(which she may or may not ship, damn you Undyne for showing her the wondrous world of shipping), the second being a ridiculous conspiracy theory about him being some kind of bad ass boss monster executioner. With 1 HP and 1 Attack pfft yeah right! Don't get her wrong, she loves the little guy but she doesn't think he's capable of such a thing.

Walking in Alphys glanced down the grand and beautiful hall she remembers being so mesmerized by it all when she first came here, it was so long ago but she remembers perfectly dust turning gold as it floated in the light. Small footsteps echoing on large orange and gold tiles, being so distracted by the grandness of it all that she walked into Sans himself it was as if he appeared out of thin air. She still could never get the drop on him, no matter how hard she tried.

"Hiya Al!", spooked she looked behind her to see Sans. He always seemed calm and peaceful in the hall.

Alphys could understand, it was a sight that could tame the most chaotic of monsters.

"Hey Sans, I'm going to meet Tory for one last thing to do to become captain! You coming?" "Nah, I gotta get somethin' that has to be done finished.", he replied in his eastern capital accent. It didn't fit his upbeat personality or sweet tone.

Sans watched the girl he saw grow up and thought of as much as family as his own brother leave his hall and frowned. He'd hate for her to see what it is that he does here, but as captain of the Royal Guard she'd oversee all the judgements he gave, all the trials, and the executions. The queen would order her to bring criminals to him from the capital jail and expect him to explain, because her majesty could not. It would break her heart.

The queen wasn't in the garden, or in the house making golden flower tea, so Alphys went to the barrier and found her there. The light illuminated her pure snowy fur. Fading light made shadows dance across her familiar form , her face thoughtful, if not some what sad. Another beautiful sight that transfixed the younger monster.

"Tory- uh! I mean- Your highness?", Alphys stuttered for a moment, uncertain of what would be deemed appropriate considering her new position. "Alphys, my child! You needn't be so formal. I've known you since you were, well, a child after all!", she said. The queen's old way of speaking was formal, but informal as well.

"Um, you- er- looked really sad a moment ago... are you-uh- alright?", Alphys forte was obviously fighting, not speaking about feelings, it turned her into that rather insecure and nervous child she had once been.

The queen frowned, looking pained she said, "You're last trial... is to take the prisoner Harold Kattson to the judgement hall.",with every word she spoke her face became harsher and more Stern. "Tell Sans that he may bring Meg Kattson and her son to me until the trial is done. You are dismissed after this you may have the day off if you wish, or even longer if you feel it is needed.", she seemed to loom above Alphys, looking down on her as a general might look over soldiers as they gave their orders. Toriel was not to be trifled with right now and it frightened Alphys.


You climbed and climbed. You where unwanted, you where alone, and you wanted to cry. You where too soft for this world, this world was cruel.

It was cold, unbearably so. It was the coldest winter in ages.

A sudden gust of cold wind whipped around you, ripping the tears you so desperately needed shed from your eyes and mingled them with the swirling snowflakes.

. . .

You felt anger and bitterness sting your heart, if they hated and picked on you because you where weak enough to think that there was still hope in this world. The only way to survive is to kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, beat or be beaten. Every good think in your life will never work out for you. Your parents will never love you, the other children will never like you, and the few that do get beaten up and ran off by the bullies that chose you as their play thing.

You hated humanity's disire to kill every weak thing it got it's hands on.

YOU HATED HUMANITY.


You groan, waking up you fell as though the neighbors dog used you as a chew toy.

Where are you? The last thing you remembered was that your spring class was taking a hiking trip a long the trails of Mount Ebott.

You seem to be on a pile of yellow flowers. They seem to be crushed by your weight.

Whatever, you're surroundings seem to be much more interesting

You look around from where you're lying down. Light from the ceiling pours down on only you, making a spot light of sorts. You can just make out walls past the bed of flowers. It appears to be a cave of some sort.

Your nose hurts and so does the rest of your body.

You're no stranger to pain so it's easy to ignore it and look for a way out.

Carefully, you sit up. Awful cracks and pops come from your body.

Black spots cloud your vision and you feel light headed.

After a moment, this clears up.

You take in the moist air, you remember it rained the other day.

You look up and see a large hole in the ceiling far above, you must have fallen in. You think you remember the rush of air as you fell. It was far up there...

You collect yourself and try and stand.

You manage, but barely.

You wipe at your nose and look down to see blood on your sweater. A familiar sight.

You are not a happy child, nor do you come from a happy family. Nonetheless, you feel optimistic you'll survive.

You've survived an abusive family, from all the bullying, and now falling from an impossible height that should have killed you.

You limp into the darkness and brush your fingers against the nearest wall. You use it as a guide.

You'll find your way, you know you will.

You are filled with determination.