A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, faved and followed. So... in celebration... free imaginary cookies for everyone! (::)

Sorry for the wait, about halfway through, I kinda took a break from this to write up a Psych fic.

I hope you enjoy the second installment. :)


Sans couldn't breathe. For a second, there was nothing, nothing to inhale. Then air rushed into his body; he was gulping it down like the sweetest ketchup he had ever tasted. Several agonizing swallows of air later, his breathing returned to normal.

"ow," he muttered, raising a hand to rub his forehead. "...that hurt."

Eyesockets still closed, the skeleton slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, fighting against the nausea twisting inside of him. He raised his fist to his mouth and coughed, then choked.

Sans keeled over, spitting out a mouthful of ketchup. It burned against his throat like acid. He pressed his forehead to the ground; his fist closed over something that almost felt like hair. Grass.

(stop it, stop it, stop it.)

"S-s-sans, h-hey, are y-you okay? Y-you d-d-don't look so g-good."

A hand lightly touched his shoulder before it was jerked away.

Alphys. Of course it would be Alphys.

"uh... hey, alphys," Sans muttered. He cracked an eyesocket open, then blinked as he began to make out the scientist's yellow, dinosaur-like face, hovering just inches away from his. "i'm... fine. just a bit rattled."

Alphys' gaze jerked from him to their surroundings. "Wh-where are we?" she asked, though the question seemed directed at the air rather than him. "Wha-what is th-this p-p-place?"

"tibia honest, i'm not exactly sure," said Sans with a groan, rubbing his thumb across his skull. "some sort of land filled with magic and small horses, throw in the odd shadow pony and dragon, some mind control helmets, war, snow and... wait..." Sans' voice trailed off as he rose to his feet, the scene around him coming into focus.

Whatever this place was, it wasn't Twilight's base or the freezing snowstorm ponies called the Crystal Empire. The stone walls that had surrounded him only minutes before had been replaced by strange drooping trees, their branches weighted down by tangled vines. A sickly sweet scent hung in the air, almost sending him back to his knees. Long grass brushed against his shinbones.

(did frisk somehow reset again?)

Sans turned back to Alphys, who simply took a step back, squinting her eyes at him in a what-are-you-talking-about? sort of gesture. Suddenly her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. "U-u-uh, u-um, S-s-s-sans..."

"what?"

Alphys simply pointed a shaking finger at something behind him. Sans turned.

"oh. great."

Galloping towards them was a small herd of colorful ponies, all carrying spears pointed directly towards Sans' and Alphys' souls.

"Stop in the name of glamour, darlings!"

A tall, humanoid robot burst out of the trees on a pair of sexy legs adorned with high pink boots. He flashed an award-winning smile at the pair, flipped his metallic hair with impeccable style, and spun around to face the four ponies, who squealed and skidded to a stop, some nearly running each other over.

Sans gave a quiet groan. He would know those legs anywhere. Mettaton. Or, to be specific, Mettaton EX. The human-killing, show-stopping, heartthrob robot celebrity.

"now, where'd he come from?" Sans said to Alphys.

"Um... I-I d-d-don't know..." Alphys whispered back.

A low murmur ran through the group of ponies. One pony, bright pink except for the green paint smeared onto her face, stepped up to the grinning Mettaton, the shaking Alphys, and the bemused Sans.

"What are you doing here? Who are you? Have the Changelings gotten really creative or what?" she demanded, thrusting her spear into his face.

"Ooh, I always love getting to meet new fans," Mettaton gushed, pushing the spear aside with a sweep of his hand. He held out a hand and the pink pony shook it solemnly before stepping back again. "I am Mettaton, and this is Sans the skeleton and..."

"Eep." Alphys just let out a small squeak.

"Oh yes, this is Alphys, darlings. Or just Alphy. She loves being called that."

Alphys' face erupted into a blush. "Meh-Mettaton!" she hissed.

"Yes, Alphy?" the killer robot asked, his face the picture of innocence.

"D-d-don't c-c-call m-me th-"

Before she could get the sentence out, a loud battle cry shook the forest, shattering what little peace it had left.

"Get away from me you nasty little pastel ponies! If I had my spear right now, I'd knock you all into the next month!"

"Hah! I'd like to see you try!" It was a raspy, oddly familiar-sounding voice.

"Yo! You tell 'em Undyne!"

"Monster kid? What are you doing-hey! Stop trying to poke me with that spear, little marshmallow horse!"

A sharp squeal split the air.

"Marshmallow horse!? WHY-I NEVER-"

Sans stepped back as Undyne bolted out of the trees. The warrior leaped over a large bush and landed catlike on the ground, her long, flame-colored ponytail swinging from side to side. She had no armour and was dressed only in her black tank top and pants with red boots. The fish monster was breathing hard, but she stood up in a flash, broke off a tree branch, and tripped a white unicorn pony, then jumped into the air to tackle a blue pegasus.

Rainbow Dash. A different Rainbow Dash.

The Rainbow Dash who had rescued him and his friends no longer existed, he realized. The Second Lieutenant Rainbow Dash would never get to hear what they had talked over with Twilight, never lead another battle through the freezing snow. She had been wiped from the timeline.

"Go Undyne!"

Sans jerked out of his thoughts as Monster Kid scrambled out of the brush, his eyes shining.

"Well, I must say..." The white unicorn with a disheveled purple mane stood up, shaking the dust from her coat. "You are a very rude and undignified... uh... fish woman, calling a lady like myself a 'little marshmallow horse.' "

"Yo! Don't call Undyne un... undi... undig-rude! She's amazing!"

The pony simply gave an injured "huff" and turned on her heel. When she spotted Sans and the others she gave a very undignified squeal, leaping into the air. "What-there-there are more of you?"

"Why hello, beautiful!" Mettaton said, his face a smirk.

A blush spread over the pony's cheeks. "I... um... Time Turner? Who... what are these?"

"Not really sure," Time Turner muttered, stepping in a circle around Sans and prodding him lightly with the spear. Sans said nothing but he didn't take his eyes off the pony. He could feel magic begin to stir inside of him. "Creatures from another world perhaps?"

"Really, Time Turner?" a mint green unicorn said. "There's no such thing as 'other worlds' and you know it. Obviously, these guys are Changelings. I say zap 'em now and get it over with."

(good luck with that.) Sans' hand slowly clenched into a fist, his magic building.

He glanced over and saw Undyne had been pinned to the ground with Rainbow standing on her arms. The fish warrior's face was murderous. A little ways away stood Monster Kid, obviously not wanting to leave his heroine's side, but too scared of the ponies to come any closer.

"But what if they're not, Lyra?" a gray pegasus with misaligned eyes piped up. "They haven't done anything to us! Well, I mean-" one of her eyes rolled towards Undyne. "B-but, y'know! We should take them to Zecora! I mean, she's got that stuff that can 'reveal the truth inside' or whatever. Please, Time Turner."

The unicorn, Lyra, let out a snort. "Yes. Totally. Hey Time Turner, let's go and lead them to our super secret hideout so they can go tell all the other Changelings where we are."

Rainbow said, "Watch your mouth. That's our leader you're talking to."

The leader closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "We take them to Zecora."

He glanced at the unicorn mare, Lyra, and then jerked his head towards Undyne. With a nod and a glare, Lyra trotted over to the fish monster.

"Hold out your wrists," Lyra said.

"What are you going to do?" Undyne snapped back.

"Nothing, if you cooperate."

"And if I don't?"

Sans' hand clenched tighter.

"U-undyne..." Alphys stepped forward, twisting her hands together. "P-please."

Undyne let out a small growl and heaved herself up. She held out her hands and the unicorn tapped them with her horn. A band of light twisted around Undyne's wrists in a figure eight, kinda like some sort of magic handcuffs.

"Try anything funny and next time I won't be so kind," she hissed.

(neither will i,) Sans thought, pushing the magic back down... for now. (gal, frisk, i know you want to help these ponies and all, but... i don't think they really want our help.)

o

Nearly everything in this forest was tinted with green, from the blue green water of the swollen river to the brown-green bark of the trees with blueish green vines hanging thick from the branches. Everything except for a rusty brown mailbox, stuffed with junk mail.

The unseen wind rustled gently among the trees as the monsters and ponies journeyed deeper into the jungle. Tiny winged creatures with purple, gold and scarlet wings fluttered among the bushes.

Each of the ponies had been assigned a monster to walk next to. The gray pegasus had taken Monster Kid, the pink pony took Mettaton, Lyra and Rainbow Dash kept an eye on Undyne with Alphys trailing alongside, and Time Turner took the lead. Sans and the other unicorn took up the tail end.

"Ugh, just look at my poor mane," the unicorn moaned, shaking out her tangled purple mane. "I'm just not suited to life in the Everfree Forest."

Too bad Frisk wasn't here. She'd probably have a hayday brushing out Rarity's mane, braiding it or... whatever girls did with their hair. If they had any.

"things not so good in the neigh-borhood?"

The unicorn covered her mouth as a giggle escaped, the sound nearly swallowed by the babble of the rushing water. "A creature of living bones who likes to tell jokes. My, that's not something you see every day. Oh, I don't think I've introduced myself properly: I am Rarity Belle, but you may call me Rarity."

"nice to meet you, rarity," Sans said, giving her a nod. "the name's sans. some monsters say i've got a bit of funny bone."

"...Monsters?" The unicorn stepped daintily onto the first stone in the river. "That's an odd way of referring to your companions."

"not really. it's what we are, anyway," Sans said, placing his slippers carefully on the wet rocks.

"I... well..." Rarity winced. "Well, some ponies would say that Changelings are not exactly monsters, they just-"

The pony's hooves shot off of the slippery rock. Before she could even gasp, Sans shot out his bound hands and caught her with his magic. With scrambling hooves the pony managed to regain her footing and leaped onto the bank, breathing hard. Sans followed a second later.

"Th... thank you... Sans." Rarity panted. "I think you may have just saved my life."

"eh, it was no problem," Sans said, though his soul was quivering from the effort. "you ponies should maybe just lay off the extra clover, 'kay?"

"Sir, are you implying that I am... overweight?" The unicorn gave an sniff. "Hmph, take a look at your big-boned self."

"heh, good one," Sans said with a chuckle, but felt his grin drop a second later as he said, "but all jokes aside, do you really think me and my friends are some sort of skin-changers?"

Rarity turned her head, her gaze studying him. Then she shook her head. "No. Whatever you and your friends may be, you are not our enemies the Changelings. Although Lyra may disagree..."

"what's up with her anyway? she's acting like she's got a serious bone to pick with the world."

Rarity glanced up ahead to where said unicorn and Undyne were bickering, with Alphys and the gray pegasus trying their best to get both to calm down. "Lyra's best friend was killed by Changelings a few weeks ago," she said in a low voice. "They were very close, almost always laughing and joking together. I haven't seen Lyra smile, much less laugh, since the incident."

"i guess i can't really blame her," Sans said. "i mean, i don't what i'd do if anything happened to my brother, papyrus."

Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, a small white dog burst out of the bushes, yipping his head off. Sans stopped in his tracks as the dog ran in front of him, his tail whipping Sans' legs.

(...toby? you're a long ways from home.)

Before Sans could call out, the dog disappeared back into the bushes, his wagging tail scattering leaves everywhere.

"Sans?"

The skeleton shook himself and saw Rarity staring at him, one eyebrow raised. "uh, sorry, where were we again?"

"You were talking to me about your brother."

"oh, yeah, sorry, just... got distracted for a moment." Sans coughed into his hand. "uh, so, what's up with these changelings anyway?"

Sans turned his head as a flicker of light caught his eye. Nestled among the bushes was a conveniently shaped lamp, its light casting a golden glow onto the leaves.

"how did all this"-he gestured at the green paint covering much of Rarity's coat-"start?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know all the details," Rarity said. "All I know about how it started is that Queen Chrysalis and her army of Changelings somehow took over our... former capitol Canterlot during some poor ponies' wedding. After they captured our rulers, they quickly began spreading out across all of Equestria. It was only a matter of time before they reached Ponyville. It feels like an age ago that they first attacked. By now, civilization has all but been demolished, and we are forced to live out in this h-horrid forest," Rarity's words began coming faster and faster.

"I just wish I could go back to my shop and turn the sign to 'Open' and have the little bell ring as a customer comes in looking for something to buy and be able to say 'Good morning and welcome to the Carousel Boutique,' and just have a normal day, and have things the way they were before... all... this..." the last word came out as a sob.

Sans buried his hands in his pockets. "rarity," he said, "you and me, we're not that different when you think about it. we've both been driven from our true homes and we'd both give anything to go back."

(except one of us is still fighting, while the other's given up,) Sans thought, and sniffed as the faintest whiff of spaghetti reached his nose.

"I suppose you're right," Rarity said. "But what do you-"

"hold on a second." Sans eyes flicked to the left as a tiny flash of gold caught in the corner of his eyesight. "you mind if i, uh, take a break in those bushes for a sec?"

Rarity looked at him, her eyebrow raised at the sudden change in topic, but she simply nodded. "Certainly."

"thanks."

Without another word, the skeleton ducked into the bushes. Sure enough, there was the weed, waiting for him.

Sans dug his hands into his pockets, shaking his head. "well, here he is. the infamous talking flower. have to say, i'm a bit disappointed."

The flower sneered. "And this is the smiling trashbag everyone keeps talking so much about. Honestly Sans, after all Papyrus told me about you, I was expecting a bit... more."

"why did twilight say she saw you with me and frisk? what were you doing?" The question slipped out before he could stop it.

Flowey's grin oozed. "Who's to say she did? C'mon, Trashy, I thought you remembered everything. So why not that?"

Sans ignored the itch that reawakened in his bones at the flower's question, decideding to spit out a question of his own. "why are you here?"

"Same reason as you, Sansy-boy," Flowey said with a wink. "Someone's been messing with time."

o

"But of course you got to get stuck with the nice one, the one who actually liked you," Undyne said, her fingers clenching into a fist.

Sans spread his hands. "what can i say? i'm a likable guy."

"Heh. You'd be more likeable if you didn't take so many breaks. Papyrus may be naive, but at least he's hardworking."

"i work plenty hard... at being lazy. it's a full time job."

"That's not going to work on me, Sans."

The ponies had relaxed somewhat, and spread out more, keeping less of an eye on the monsters and more of an eye on the forest around them. Rarity had left Sans' side and was now talking with Lyra.

Undyne let out a heavy sigh. "To be honest, if it weren't for Alphys and... Monster Kid, I'd have shoved quite a few faces into the dirt by now."

"aw, so you do care about the little guy."

"There's nothing wrong with not wanting to see a kid get hurt," Undyne snapped.

Just then Rarity came hurrying back. "Oh Sans-" Rarity stopped as soon as her eyes landed on Undyne. The two stared at each other for a moment, each seeming to draw themselves up a bit.

"I-well, it seems we finally made it back," Rarity continued, her eyes still fixed on Undyne. She let out a quiet groan and turned back to Sans. "I can't wait to get back to my house and relax for a bit."

Sans nodded. The thought of sinking into a soft couch or even softer bed made his bones ache. Maybe this place even had some food-no, scratch that, Sans thought, his grin slipping as he held a hand below his ribs.

o

Frisk let out a sigh and watched as her breath blew small ripples across the surface of the tea, almost like waves in the ocean. The steam rose in whispering tendrils, up towards the mud and straw ceiling. A zebra with gold hoops on her ears and green mud painted on her fur hummed softly as she stirred a bubbling pot.

Did Sans really think she was the reason they were all stuck here? No, there was no way she was responsible for this.

But what if she had caused this?

The little girl let her eyes drift around the small hut, then glanced quickly away from the intimidating gaze of the masks that hung on the walls.

The sound of voices, all shouting over one another, suddenly broke though the quiet. Frisk jumped, then wrinkled her nose. One of them almost sounded like... Undyne.

The zebra, Zecora, left her cauldron and opened the door with a small creak. Frisk caught a glimpse of the sky outside, painted with the dying colors of purple and blue.

"Wait here, young child," Zecora said, then slipped out into the twilight.

Frisk took another sip of tea, her eyes fixed on the door. After a eternity's wait, the door swung open, and Monster Kid burst through.

"Yo! Frisk!" Monster Kid sprinted up and Frisk's face split into a grin, her soul erupting with warmth. She jumped off the bench and wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug, then turned to face the others.

Sans! He was okay, he hadn't been hurt in that other world after all. Wait, did he even remember the other world? Were Toriel and Papyrus here too? Why was Monster Kid here?

The little girl craned her neck to see who else had come in. Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton. Oh.

Frisk's soul plummeted like a stone into water. With more than a little effort she forced the grin back onto her face and lifted her hand in a small wave. "Hey."

Undyne peered at her cup. "Watcha drinking, punk? Is that tea?"

"Um, yeah." Frisk swallowed past the thickness rising in her throat and held out the small cup.

"My own special brew, yes, that is true," Zecora said with a smile. "Maybe someday I can show it to you. But for now, there is a question we must address. Now that you have come together in my home, how will you return to your own?"

"like i've been saying a lot lately: i don't know," Sans said. His voice dragged. "back in the underground i did some studies on some time-space anomalies, but this... this is way beyond anything i've ever seen. twilight said there's been some, uh, time problems here, so that's gotta have something to do with why we're here." He let out a sigh. "zecora, is it okay if we crash here for the night and pick this up in the morning? i don't know about the others, but i'm feeling bone-tired."

Zecora's eyebrows raised at the mention of "time problems" but she simply said, "Yes, the other ponies may not welcome you, so I am afraid with my small house you will have to make do. When morning comes I will try a test, but for now you all should rest. Undyne, come with me, I can show you how I make my tea."

"Wait, t-t-time an-anomalies?" Alphys echoed Frisk's thoughts. "Y-you never told me you di-discovered t-time anomalies."

"you never asked."

"Hey guys," Frisk spoke up, and pointed to a small pile of blankets. "Um, Zecora's got some blankets, if you want any."

Alphys mouth twisted into a smile. "Th-thanks F-Frisk."

Frisk just shrugged and grabbed a blanket, pulling the rough material over her shoulders. The room was growing darker by the moment, so Frisk reached up and switched on the lamp, just like Zecora had shown her, the room flooding with warm light.

She glanced around the room and spotted Monster Kid, curled up in a blanket. With a small sigh, Frisk sank down on the wooden floor next to him.

"Yo, Frisk," Monster Kid murmured, then yawned. "You.. shoulda seen Undyne. She was... just about to knock all those ponies into the next month, if you know what I mean."

Frisk squinted. "I don't know what you mean."

"Well..." Monster Kid pulled a face, "neither do I. She sounded awfully mad, though. Hey Frisk, how'd you get here?"

"I don't know."

"No, I mean, we walked with the ponies back here. How'd ya get to Zecora's?" Monster Kid said.

"Well, I woke up in the middle of the forest. I thought I could hear someone talking, so I followed the voices and came to the village. I thought all those ponies were going to attack me, but Zecora stopped them. She let me come inside and even shared some of her tea with me."

"Zecora's pretty cool. Not really 'cool' in a 'I'll knock you all into the next month' like Undyne, but still cool. Y'know?"

Frisk gave him a slow nod, wrinkling her nose.

Monster Kid gave another yawn and curled up tighter, twisting his blanket around himself. He reminded Frisk of a cat before a hearth. "Yo..." he said, his voice growing soft. "My parents are probably freaking out right now. But... I'm sure Zecora will find a way to get us back there." He closed his eyes, his breathing growing deeper.

(I hope so,) Frisk said silently, raising her hand to rub his shoulder. (But even if she does, it's not fair to them, the ponies. They'll still be stuck in this awful timeline, while we go back. Well, the monsters, anyway. Maybe... I should stay behind and...)

"hey kid." Sans dropped down next to her and the sleeping Monster Kid. "how're you doing?"

"Okay." Frisk hugged her knees closer to her chest.

"have you seen twilight at all?"

Frisk shook her head.

"i mean, is she even on this timeline?"

She raised her shoulder in a half-shrug.

"alright, alright. so ya don't really feel like talking, eh? can't say i blame you." Sans rose to his feet with a groan. "i'm gonna see if zecora and undyne are done making that tea. you want any?"

"I'm good," Frisk whispered, barely able to hear her own voice.

Her stomach twisted as she glanced up to see Alphys and Mettaton talking together, the robot flinging out his hands dramatically. His gaze suddenly connected with Frisk's, and the child ducked her head. The first thing her eyes landed on was her bag.

More out of habit than anything else, Frisk reached a hand into the bag. Her fingers connected with something leathery, and her eyes widened. She pulled out the heavy book, biting her lip. How long had it been? She had used to read it so much, but then-

With shaking fingers, Frisk opened to one of the many bookmarks she had stuffed between the pages. She stared at the small group of verses, staring but not seeing. Her mind was elsewhere, reliving memories she never, ever wanted to relive.

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

Frisk watched the SnowCap strut off. Her shoulders slumped. Her lip trembled.

(I want to help you get out of here, but you don't even care.)

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted."

"Malfunction? Reprogramming?" Mettaton said, with as much sneer as a robot could have. "Get real. Alphys has been playing you for a fool this entire time."

Frisk looked down, blinking hard. She wouldn't let him see her cry. She wouldn't.

(I was right. I was right all along. No one really cares about helping me.)

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."

"But what's a good show without a plot twist? Get ready for REAL DRAMA! REAL ACTION! REAL BLOODSHED!" He swept his eyes across the cheering crowd. "I will be taking this human's soul and crossing the barrier myself!"

(She lied to me. She wanted to become a heroine, but she's just going to get me killed. She's just like the rest.)

"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied."

(I've spared every monster that's tried to kill me. But they don't want my help or my mercy. They just want my soul.)

"Get ready, darling!" the robot announced.

"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy."

(There's only one way to stop this.)

Frisk's hand slowly curved around her weapon...

And she struck.

Again.

And again.

And again.

At last Alphys broke through, shouting in triumph. Then she stopped, all her energy and excitement seeming to drain out of her body as her gaze landed on the smashed and battered form of Mettaton. It was damaged beyond repair.

Frisk turned away, shuddering. Her clothes, her hands were covered in dust. Monster dust.

Realization crashed over her like a wave. Mettaton hadn't just been a robot. He'd been a monster. He had been alive. And she'd killed him.

At last Alphys spoke, telling Frisk it was okay, that she would be able to fix Mettaton. But her eyes told a different story.

(What have I done?)

Frisk took a step back, the knife in her grasp clattering to the floor. Her hands were trembling, and she could not take her eyes off the dust that surrounded Mettaton's metal body. She took another step back, then turned and ran.

"...from dust you have come, and to dust you shall return."

o

Frisk dropped her head down between her knees. She clamped her lips shut, but a small sniffle escaped anyway. (Never again. Never ever ever. I'm so sorry, Alphys. I'm so sorry, Mettaton.)

"Beautiful, why are you crying?"

Frisk felt a metal arm wrap around her shoulders. Oh no. Not him. Anyone but him.

"No... reason..."

"No reason? Oh please. Now, what is it, dearest?" Mettaton's voice was soft as robot's could be.

She couldn't look at him. Tears blurred her vision as she stared at the floor. A lump rose in her throat, choking her.

"I... I'm s-sorry... Meh-heh-"

She couldn't do it. She couldn't even finish the stupid sentence.

"Is it about us having to leave?" Mettaton asked. "Tragic, I know. All these ponies with their exquisite green face paint... I should really try it sometime."

Frisk let out a long, hitching breath. "A-alphys would never get over it," she said, her gaze flicking towards the robot's face, just for a second.

At these words, Mettaton's smile dropped. He looked more serious than Frisk had ever seen him. "Frisk."

It was the first time he had ever used her name.

"I need to tell you something. About what Alphys did, putting you in 'danger' so she could rescue you, please don't be too hard on her. She's... gone through some tough stuff."

"The experiments with the determination, right?" Frisk asked, rubbing her sleeve across her eyes. Exhaustion washed over her.

Mettaton turned his head to stare at her. "How… how do you know about that?"

Frisk raised and lowered her shoulder.

"Well... anyway, Alphys said I should tell you," Mettaton let out a short sigh, his gaze fixed firmly ahead. "That-I'm-sorry I tried-to take your-soul. And she's very sorry about what she did. Honestly, I think she's positively mortified about the whole thing."

Frisk's lips lifted in a tiny smile. (And... I'm sorry I didn't show you mercy,) she told him. (You deserved it just as much as all the other monsters I fought. And...) Her eyes fell back to the floor. (So did Asgore. Oh, why, why couldn't you let me spare you sooner? Then Flowey wouldn't been able to...)

" 'S okay... Happstablook," Frisk finally muttered, lowering her weary self to the floor, pushing her blanket into a sort of pillow-lump.

Mettaton's face twisted. "...Happstablook?!" he exclaimed. "That's... wait a second..." He pursed his lips. "Happstablook. I like that name..."

o

(so it was mettaton that was killed,) Sans thought taking another sip of tea. At another time he might have preferred ketchup, but he didn't think he'd be able to keep that down.

(gal, kid. why? why'd ya have to kill him?) He shook his head, a sigh escaping from his mouth. (yeah, you reset and all but... i've got a feeling that's what dragged us all into this place. guess you were just trying to make stuff right, give it another shot.)

Sans felt his eyesockets begin to drift closed, his body exhausted after the long walk. Too bad he hadn't been able to just teleport. Still, that would have probably just freaked the ponies out even more.

He glanced over at Frisk, who lay sprawled beside the ghost-turned-celebrity, one arm over her face. (and without your reset, i might've missed the chance... to actually do something for once. to help out these ponies, just like you wanted.)

He took another sip of tea, then frowned as the world outside suddenly dissolved into a blank white surface.


A/N: Dah dah daaaaah!

I don't know how long it's going to be until the next chapter, since the next part was one of the hardest to write, and is going to need a lot of revision. But I will try my best to get it out ASAP.

As always, I'd love to hear your throughts on this chapter. :3 Thanks!