For all intents and purposes, this fanfiction is dedicated to Toby Fox and to all those amazing people who went through the process of creating the wonderful game that is Undertale. I do not take credit for any work that they have done and write this purely out of fun and entertainment. I am relatively new to writing so I do hope you enjoy it my darlings!
The morning after, Papyrus, Frisk, Sans, Undyne and Alphys went to the scene where the brawl had taken place, with Toriel staying behind due to there being no room in the car. Still cordoned off by the police, they had only what their eyes could see to go on. The scene was a disaster.
"It's hard to believe a small human could do this much damage. Even my special bone attack wouldn't destroy this many buildings." Papyrus said, partially in awe and in fear as he looked a little taken aback by the scene.
"My spear attacks wouldn't even come close to this." Undyne said, eyes wide and unblinking.
"T-this c-could be a w-wild g-guess here, but umm...w-what if th-the h-human who escaped the h-hospital w-was involved in the f-fight?" Alphys asked nervously, clinging to Undyne's hand.
"That would make even less sense for one thing." Sans replied.
"None of this makes any sense at all." Frisk spoke up, their face looking frustrated.
They all looked at each other confused, each question they posed just leading to more puzzling questions.
"Nyehehe! I know what'll cheer everyone up." Papyrus piped up, seeing everyone's glum faces as they tried to make sense of a situation where there was little to make sense of.
"Oh?" Sans asked, curious of what his brother was about to suggest.
"We could go and ask Mettaton if he's heard anything from his fans. His event isn't far from here, right?" He suggested, making everyone's glum faces seem a little more cheery as Frisk smiled among them.
"Th-that m-may help us m-make sense of all th-this." Alphys replied, still clinging tightly to Undyne's hand.
"Let's go." Frisk said as they led the way, knowing the streets almost by heart after they had been pulled along with the skele-bro's when Papyrus had suggested a day out previously and had ended up coming back here over and over again, coming home with bags upon bags of souvenirs every time. Sans hadn't minded but he had just been in it for the hot dogs and ketchup. The memories made Frisk smile to themselves.
As they were about to leave, Sans' magic began to fluctuate, his left eye glowing blue. As everyone began to walk off, he turned and saw something that he knew could be physically impossible. There, in the middle of the scene, was a spacial anomaly. It was small, invisible to the naked eye, but his magic had made him see it.
Everything fell seemingly silent as he heard two quiet words.
"Help...me."
"Sans? You ok?" He heard Frisk ask as the teen held his bony hand, letting the others carry on ahead of them as the kid looked at him with worry.
Closing his eyes and disengaging his magic, he turned to Frisk.
"You kiddin' kid? Like good steak, I'm RARE-ing to go." Sans replied, making Frisk giggle as they followed behind everyone else...but he couldn't help being on edge now.
(Later, at Mettaton's event)
As the group look to the stage from a balcony, Mettaton appears through a cloud of smoke.
"Well, hellooooooooooooo darlings~." He announced, greeted by a loud screaming of the audience as they lost control of themselves in throes of ecstasy.
"A little bird told me that some of you fabulous darlings saw the scene from yesterday. So I am personally inviting those few back stage after this to-" Before Mettaton could finish, a small explosion could be heard before the rigging split from the ceiling. The audience got out of the way before it hit the floor, luckily leaving nobody from the crowd injured. Mettaton was trapped under the heavy metal bars, struggling to push them off even with his strength. The lights lay smashed across the stage.
"Did someone say they were looking for me?" A malevolent voice sounded from the darkness, an evil laugh accompanying it. Frisk's skin crawled at the noise as the whole room went dark, feeling around for Papyrus or Sans. Tripping over as they felt around blindly, they looked up as a red flame appeared out of nowhere, lighting up an evil looking face for a brief moment. Sans' blue eye lit up in the dark, sensing the dark presence but was too slow to grab them. The flame disappeared, reappearing above the stage where a child, a little girl probably no older than 8, hovered, her eyes completely black. Bringing up their right arm, they launched the flame like a rotating wheel of fiery bullets, their target being the pinned Mettaton. Quick as lightning, Undyne and Sans jumped in to deflect the attack, each sending back one of their own.
"How dare you try to stop me!" shouted the girl as she looked at their attacks unamused, her face expressionless but a hint of anger laced in their voice.
Though it seemed like they hit something, the girl disappeared again, reappearing next to Sans. Seeing her move, Sans summoned his Gaster Blaster, shooting it at the girl before Undyne had time to react to what was going on. Dodging blast after blast, the girl seemed untouchable, until one of the blasts managed to rip open her right sleeve, leaving a small cut as it raced past her.
"It seems this body is beginning to reach its limit...useless girl." She said to herself, continuing "You got lucky, punk...but next time, don't think you'll be so lucky!"
Using several more fire attacks, she created a distraction to get away. In a flash of flames, she disappeared, this time nowhere to be found. As Papyrus, Alphys and Frisk made it to the stage, everyone helped to lift the heavy rigging off of Mettaton. As Frisk looked on at where the girl had last disappeared, a little shaken by the sudden experience, they felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You okay, kid?" Sans asked, turning Frisk to face him.
In the 8 years I have known this kid since what happened in the underground, I've never seen them so shaken. They've always been...smiling.
Taking a moment, Frisk looked into Sans' eye sockets and gave a small but unconvincing smile. "I'm alright." They said, looking out to the now empty hall as it burned. "You could say it's fired me up a bit."
"Oh for the love of..." Papyrus said to himself, face palming as Frisk and Sans laughed together.
Meanwhile...near a river in a nearby forest on the edge of the city...
"You useless girl!" A gruff, growling voice said as he threw the girl's body against a tree. He stood towering over her, his huge form intimidating and his shadow blocking out the sun as it came through the leaves in the treetops. Standing up, she looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. He looked like a giant black weasel with a white underbelly, fuzzy but by no means cute looking as two demonic looking horns stuck out of his head, his claws scarily long and his fangs like that of a sabre-toothed tiger. His eyes were black as night as they glared at the girl in anger.
"I made you to serve my purposes! You belong to me! When will you learn that...you insolent little shit!" He slashed at her but she did not dodge. Standing there, she took everything his anger towards her could muster. Slash after slash, bite after bite, energy ball after energy ball...everything. She stood her ground, her eyes burning with an independent defiance.
"Looks like you've had enough punishment for today. I'll come for you when the next experiment is ready. Don't even think of running away, I can find you anywhere. Remember that, brat." He gave her mangled and broken standing body one last look before he ran off faster than the wind.
As she stood there, she thought she was hearing the birds getting gradually louder. Blinking slowly, she attempted to sit down but only succeeded in fainting from blood loss. She didn't feel the ground as she fell but as the last sliver of her consciousness faded, she felt someone stop her back from hitting the ground as she fell into the realm of her dreams. She couldn't open her eyes but she knew everything would be dark, all she would see was darkness.
The same as every other time I dream. There's nothing here.
"My my~." Came two unsettling words from the darkness. She tried but couldn't move as her body laid unresponsive in the dark. She felt her heart beat faster.
"Who's there?" She asked, her voice barely more than a whisper as her eyes still remained closed.
"A friend." Was the only response. She felt her head being propped up as she felt two hands, one on either side of her face.
This is the first real contact I've ever had with another living being since I was born. Just who is this man?
She laid there enjoying the company of the man of few words, her heartbeat slowing to normal again.
"I find it strange..." said the man, the girl realising his voice was rather shaky.
"Wha?" The girl replied, confused at his sudden comment.
"Your soul." He replied.
"My soul?" She asked confused, her eyes still shut.
"It is neither monster...nor human." He said as she felt him lean forward to touch his head to hers.
"Tell me something I don't know. I am nothing but the end result of experiments to combine human determination and monster magic. My very existence is...wrong." She felt her stomach knot and her heart sink, the depths of her sadness unmeasured as flashbacks of her life appeared before them.
"This is...your life?" The man asked, removing his forehead from hers.
"If that's...what you want to call it." She replied, frowning as she remembered a particularly gnarly memory. Her mother's death flashed in her mind, making her grimace in emotional pain.
"Are you...alright? I sense your soul's pain...It...fills this place." He said with worry, his hands still holding her head as she shed a single tear.
"What is...this place?" She asked, avoiding his question of worry, her strength beginning to wane.
"This is everywhere...and nowhere. This is time...and space itself. The Void." He replied, beginning to remove his hands from her head.
Feeling him leave, she felt the need to ask him for a favour.
"If this is the void, then...can you do something for me? Take me...someplace...safe...from...him."
"I can try. Are you prepared for this, child?" He replied as he lifted his hands. The space warped around them and she felt a pain within her grow. She didn't scream as she felt her soul tearing apart.
"Yes. Who...may I...thank?" She asked with the last of her strength, feeling herself slip from the reality of the void, subconsciously feeling the ground under her body before she heard his response, the last of her soul fragments separating across space and time.
"Child...remember me. I am...W...D...Gaster."