Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
"Curious. I've never seen a plant... cry before." the King of the Mighty Underground spoke quietly, looking away from the vicious murderer that was behind him. He was unaware of its presence, and it took the chance to strike. It held out a powdered covered knife and struck a deafening blow, causing the plant on the ground to shiver in fear. There was no way to save him now, but himself, and now he couldn't even finish off the King.
The murderer stepped forward with the knife, seeming to be going after the plant next, the flower stuttered: unable to put the words he wanted together.
"S-S-Stop!" a voice cried from behind, the squeaky tone echoing in the room filled with flowers. "You're n-n-not going a-anywhere." the scientist said courageously. The murderer stood, not facing the scientist, not even taking her as a threat.
"I-I-I know, I-I'm not a threat. So I've c-created someth-thing that is." the murderer smiled wildly, as if it were a challenge, and made it's turn, slowly... ever-so-slowly. Alphys's heart sank to her stomach as she looked at the child's empty eyes, the flower, now behind the murderer, took its chance to escape.
The child unsheathed the knife before the lizard's eyes, dusting off the blade with its sleeves and aiming it at the monster's head. A small noise snuck through the scientist's throat.
"G-G-Guys?" Alphys called to someone, but there was no reply, "Guys?!" she called louder, there was a smirk on the killer's face as it lunged at the yellow-scaled being.
"Not this time, kid." a voice broke through, and the knife clanged to the ground. An android stood there, ready for battle, light up dimly with light blue lights. "You need to learn a little patience, don'tcha?"
"Or at least have some morals, I mean, really? Monster Kid, of all people?" Another one stepped forward, seeming to be wearing some kind of dance gear with her leg warmers. "You should be ashamed."
"Be brave, and face us head on kid, we're not going to let our guard down until you're dead." Another android stepped further ahead than the rest, seeming to lead the three, but there weren't just three.
There were six. All with human souls, a different color of soul in it's belt, the glass jars acting like a belt buckle. Androids all dolled up with different weapons, ones of which the murderer had never seen before in its lifetime.
"Are you ready? Or are you going to reset before this gets serious." The green one said, the murderer growled at the thought of resetting all of its progress, "Just spare you a kindness, not that you've ever spared anyone."
"In the name of justice; I shall avenge the monsters you have slain."
"What will you get if you persevere?" one of them asked, "Nothing, an empty tomb. That's all that waits for you. Not achievement or reward, just a bunch of dust, an empty hall, and soon to be blood."
The murderer seemed to wonder how they knew so much, and almost as if they had read its mind they answered:
"You think we just sit in the jars all day? You think we haven't heard what you've done?" the dark blue one spoke up, "No, I may be a pacifist, but I will not stand here and do nothing while you slaughter."
"Not while we can do something about it." the murderer pointed the knife at them, then flicked it toward itself, gesturing for them to get the party started.
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I was part of a suicide pact, as well were the rest of us. We traveled the Underground together, trying to reach the King to go home, or find a home of our own. We're here to tell you, our story.
If you will listen, I'll try to keep things brief and to the point. Will you hear me out?