Chapter One

The Prince of Duel Monsters

"got everything you need, kiddo?"

Asriel Dreemur hefted his backpack onto his shoulders. He was almost certain that he did, indeed, have everything he needed.

"Sans, you shouldn't worry about me. I mean, come on, what would I be missing?

The youngest of the royal Dreemurs, Asriel was always full of energy. If there'd been a sign of "roughousing in the castle," it was probably his doing. The fluffy Boss Monster would never give up on what he was doing.

"i'll check your bag, just in case," the skeleton told him. If one were to describe Sans in three words, they would have to say that he was a "Prepared Pun-filled-"

"LAZYBONES!"

Neither the prince nor skeleton could forget who was speaking. The person who had just insulted Sans was his taller, younger brother, Papyrus, a self-proclaimed cool dude and master chef.

"SANS, WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP THE HUMANS BUILD THEIR DECKS AN HOUR AGO! HOW CAN YOU EXPLAIN YOURSELF?"

"uhh, i was helping the prince, paps. it's kind of my calling...whoa, you have 'goat' to be 'kid'ding me."

"Sans..."

"i'm just saying, this deck is as lame as paper. 'couse, that may be because it is paper."

"SANS, HE IS PROBABLY JUST TRYING TO BUILD A DECK THAT IS AS GREAT AS ME."

"No, Papyrus, it's just... he's right. It is really lame." The Prince of Monsters cast a sorrowful look at his Deck, browsing through his cards. "I mean, come on, I have Mushroom Man! Cyber Commando! Only four wizards, but I have Magicians unite! Doesn't that at least sound a little troubling?"

"HMM, THAT DOES POSE A PROBLEM, YOUR HIGHNESS..."

"Don't call me that.:

"...BUT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE A SOLUTION! I SHALL SIMPLY GIVE YOU SOME OF MY CARDS. THAT WILL MAKE YOUR DECK BETTER! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Papyrus then proceeded to give Asriel twenty cards- all very good cards, as he saw. What he smelled, though, gave him second thoughts. The cards had the thick aroma of home-overcooked spaghetti; a delicatseen dish that everyone loved Papyrus making, but feared to try. Asriel, along with his best friends Frisk and Chara, had once speculated whether it could be used as a murder weapon- Chara's idea, of course. However, the three children had never seen the results of the experiment, because Asriel's mother, Toriel, had prevented them from giving the dish to a convict in prison, stating that even he needn't give his life for the sake of Papyrus' cooking.

"Uhh... Thanks, Papyrus..." Asriel eventually decided, finally accepting the fact that he was going to have to buy protective sleeves, and then potentially nuke them with air freshener.

Suddenly, the door to the house flew down with a loud "CRASH!" that rocked the streets. Standing where the door once was, wearing a dark green jacket and denim jeans, was what appeared to be a teenage girl- except it wasn't. This particular teenager was also part fish and missing one eye, covered by a patch. Her sapphire-colored scales were still visible through the dust of her entrance.

Undyne.

"Hey, punks! I was supposed to meet you guys at the town hall, like, three hours ago! The tournament's already begun, so you guys should be glad you pre- registered..."

"...registered?"

TO BE CONTINUED