(This chapter is based around fighting, so if you want Undertale start by the second chapter.)
Chapter One: Fight
Somewhere in Nevada…
The two combatants known as Sanford and Deimos, who worked alongside Hank J. Wimbleton, drived through a silent road.
They were going after Mount Ebott, where the A.A.H.W. was setting an outpost and mining base to get more funds for their seemingly never-ending army of agents.
Deimos, as always, was agonizing from the boredom of the trip and decided to break the silence down for a bit. "Hey, San, what did Ebott look like before A.A.H.W. decided to fuck it up?" "Eh, guess it was one of the only things in Nevada that could be called beautiful without being a gun." Sanford replied, eyes on the road.
The rest of the trip was just Deimos humming for a bit and smoking cigarettes, until they finally reached the ladders the A.A.H.W. had put on the mountain for not having to climb up on feet and waste time.
"Finally!" Deimos said, sighing out of relief to have the boring part end. Sanford rolled his eyes. "Let's just get ready."
They opened Sanford's car trunk, revealing an entire arsenal of any types of weapons you can imagine. Deimos took an assault rifle, a pistol and a carbon knife, while Sanford took his revolver, hook, and a SMG.
An unfortunate agent guarding a small building next to the ladders was stabbed with the hook from a long distance and thrown into the bottom of the mountain as Sanford and Deimos finally reached the top of the ladders.
Deimos quickly threw the knife at an agent that had noticed the fate of his comrade, trying to call the others. "Shh, motherfucker."
The two entered a building that seemed to be an armory, where they grabbed some magazines and a grenade. "Handy shit right here."
Sneaking through the outpost, they finally found a building with a big sign saying "CONTROL ROOM" in it and took out their automatic weapons, positioning besides the door.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
…
Some agents played poker on a small table. A.T.P.s guarded the room and other A.T.P. typed commands and messages in a console
BLAM
Sanford and Deimos entered the room and began firing at the agents.
Yellow and crimson blood and shell casings flooded the room as the weapons fired and fired.
One of the A.T.P., looking at the deadly duo, typed something fast into the console he was operating as sweat ran through his head and visor before a bullet went through his brain and his limp corpse rested on the console
Deimos pushed the body out off the way examined the commands in the console. "Activating "
An alarm sounded off, alerting every agent in the outpost about their presence on the mountain, and so agents began flooding out off the building with weapons readied on their hands.
Knowing they had to get the hell outta there, Deimos grabbed the grenade from earlier and pulled the pin.
"LET'S MAKE A RUN FOR IT!"
Sanford kicked the other door open too and dual wielded his SMG and revolver, while Deimos threw the grenade at another console labeled "MINING CONTROLS".
Sanford fired at the agents as he ran for the ladders, Deimos following close behind, shooting with his assault rifle.
He didn't notice a small tree root coming out of the dirt.
Deimos tripped over it and fell into a hole surrounded by various "Caution" signs, letting out a scream as he fell deeper into the hole. "DEIMOS!" was the last thing he heard from the surface.
He finally landed on a bed of golden flowers, uninjured by his fall. "What the hell is this place?" He said as he examined the strange pillars around him and the strange purple place he was in.
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