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New Plan: Inflitrate The Realistimalinea

From: Skyforged
What the heck did I just read *rubs eyes*
Please explain to me what just happened, because I couldn't really follow that at all.

Worry not, Skyforged; that's why I actually realized that 5,704 words is kinda hard to follow, which is why I give you...

The Fast Read
01
The Sans of North America: Kristina Ballon

Chira Glass is your ordinary teenage girl in high school that has an obsession with flowers and plants. Her friends are Dustin, Zach, Dannika, Mika, Gabby, and Kristina. One day, on a Friday in November, Chira gets a bouquet of flowers from someone she doesn't know and calls Kristina, who comes in along with the others. Kristina, along with Chira, are making a Undertale blog and Chira found that today can be a day for posting another post for said blog.

... Get me so far?

Lunchtime rolls around and the gang eats, having a conversation about a "certain event that Chira doesn't want to talk about." A flash of light appears in the backyard and the gang goes to said place, where Chira finds a boy.

Assuming I probably lost your here or when that battle... forget about it; I'm a beginner at these types of things. Just hold on for me, will ya? Trust me, I'll get that battle scene all situated, 'kay?

After watching an... interesting video, Chira finds the boy to be missing and, in an attempt out of fear and worry, heads out into the neighborhood, asking people where he went. Thanks to an elderly couple, Chira finds the boy at the high school, making flower crowns.

I think I'm positive about something: I lost you here, did I, Skyforged?

A battle ensues and...

Crap, I don't know how to explain that battle scene...

Well, I could give you the lay down.
The boy manages to slam Kristina into the wall.
Kristina has powers similar to Sans and uses that to her advantage.
Kristina uses "special attack", aka Ultra Sword from Kirby.
The boy taunts at Kristina while vines with spikes inch closer to Kristina's body.
Rocks beat up the boy.
Battle ends with Kristina saying Sans' line, which I know you know.

Well, that's the whole entire chapter, trimmed to, say, about 200 or less words. I hope you find this a little bit comprehensive, if I spelled that right, to you.

Now, there's the other stuff.

1) This story takes place after Undertale in the Pacifist route, which would be very, very, very helpful along the way.

2) REAL WORLD AKA OUR WORLD REFERENCES, which is where the "undertale", "smash bros.", and "creepypasta" jargon is used without anyone saying "what?" (Except those who do not play video games or never actually heard of that.)

3) Just like the part (if you managed to comprehend all 5704 words) about the Ultra Sword with Kristina and the title of the chapter, there's something up with Sans, the continents, and special attacks. I can't explain much without giving out spoilers, but all I can say is, read and find out!

4) Just like the summary, author notes in the first chapter, and now, we're dealing with AUs, which means... well, I can't give anything out, can I?

5) Fun Fact: Did you know I actually made a deadline for the first chapter, which, according to the first published date, is the day after? I just finished it a few hours after the reminder reminded me.

Alright, with all of that stuff out of the way, I do not own Undertale or its AUs; their owners do. I do, however, own my OCs (*cough**cough*friendsandme*cough*cough*) and the plot.

'Kay, let's see how this turns out.


"...What?"

"I-I-I need y-y-you and Frisk o-over here. I got s-s-something for y-you."

It was Day 50, the end of the month called November. Two months since Flowey went missing.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Frisk, at first, was not worried although the others, especially Sans and Toriel, more on Sans than Toriel, were worried out of their minds.

"That punk could've wreck havoc across the world!"

"F-Frisk, you d-d-do know t-t-that.. uh..."

"I have to agree with Undyne, human; Flowey may create trouble."

"You must at least do something about it."

"... Of course."

Sans' response, however, might be the most useful comment of all.

"Kid, that weed is out to kill; are you telling me you're brainwashed by that soulless flower?"

After a huge argument between Frisk, Sans, Undyne, and Alphys, it was decided that the gang would go out and find the flower in fear that he could be destroying the government of some country in the Middle East, asking people along the way if they seen a talking flower, which they almost do.

Keyword: almost.

Alphys actually hacked into a chain of cameras (don't ask her how she managed to do that) in a small community in the US state of Virginia, getting rid of the suggestion of asking people where Flowey went. Not only that, she phoned in Sans and Frisk just to let them see it.

"O-O-Oh! You're h-here," Alphys said, seeing Sans and Frisk come in through the door, the child on the skeleton's shoulders. "I a-assume you want to s-see that, uh, camera f-f-eed?"

Sans nodded, dropping Frisk on the ground. "Yep. Heard someone broke a bone. That's humerus." He flashed his shit-eating grin, the joke making the Royal Scientist and the child giggle through clenched teeth. "So... where's the humerus vid?" Sans popped behind the scientist, who was bringing it up on the screen. "Did someone really break a bone?"

"No," Alphys muttered, pressing play. "This is CAM 03 in the Western Branch High School establishment, in hallway G. There's audio, but... i-i-it has f-foul language, e-e-even f-f-f-fouler than U-Undyne's."

~StAtIc~

The screen showed a group of teens, all making wide gestures with their hands, in the hallway, the audio picking up garbled noises that could only be the teenagers yelling. There were two, however, standing a foot away, looking at the unfolding argument that could escalate to a fight any minute.

"S-S-Sorry if t-the audio's n-not up t-t-to s-s-standards," the Royal Scientist apologized quietly, looking at Sans for any reaction. "This b-b-building is f-far away..."

"No, no," Sans murmured, eyelights fixated on the screen. "It's okay; it's fine."

The teen with black hair wearing a red shirt puts their hands up, like they're defending something. The teen with orange hair wearing a black shirt points at one of the two people standing on the side, the one with blonde hair wearing a jade tank top with a white thing covering their arm.

The noises then turned into words as the two teens arguing start to get in each other's faces, saying curses and hateful words.

"You are fucking insane, you asshole! He's fucking genocidal!"

"Fuck you too, Dustin; he's in the same boat as all of us!"

"Same boat? SAME BOAT? Kristina, you have to be fucking kidding me." The teen then walks over and grabs the teen with the tank top by the arm with the white things, making the blonde gasp out of pain. "Do you fucking think this person's on the same boat as us?"

Kristina, the other teen, gave them a bored look, keeping her calm despite the pissed-off vibe they're letting off. "That person," they're said through clenched teeth, "is just like everyone else. The physics of this world won't let him be what he really is, and, I swear to God, Dustin, if you bring his head on a silver platter..." They grabbed the teen's shirt, making said teen drop their hand off of the other's teen. "I'll blast you to outer space using Harry, got it?"

The teen, Dustin, laughed smiling. "Kristina, is that a threat?"

"This i-i-is where i-it gets i-interesting," Alphys mumbled, turning up the volume. "This girl uses... a weapon on the boy. Watch."

A Gaster Blaster appeared, ready to fire. Kristina's left eye glowed purple, the light casting off the walls. "Of course, it's a threat. Do you think I'm not capable of making threats?" Bones, orange in color, appear behind the boy, the objects slanting at a impaling angle. "Mate, I'm just like everyone else."

"... Damn," Sans cursed, looking at Alphys. "How's that even possible?"

"N-No one k-knows, I g-guess," Alphys explained. She scratches the side of her head. "I-I-I mean, t-the other t-teens back o-off."

"Well, that's because it's dangerous to be near that; you could get yourself hurt if you're near it, even if you're not the target."

The other teen that was near the teen with the tank top got in front of Dustin, arms out as a defense. The teen with the tank top was unamused yet kept their ground.

"Kristina, stop; you don't want to blast G Hall into smithereens, right? I agree with you."

"Chira? W-"

Chira, the teen, turned her head over to his direction and hissed at him. "Quiet!" She turns back at Kristina. "Look, you're right; Leo's in the same bo-"

"...It's Flowey, you asshole. Remember when he said it right after that fight two days ago?"

~StAtIc~

"... Apparently, I d-d-did the math, a-a-and two months h-here is t-two d-days o-over t-there."

Sans didn't say anything. Really, his look is all you need to know when it comes to that search, the eyelights gone. Frisk, bored, watched next to him, wondering why someone named Flowey is in the group.

"... That can't be right," he finally said, getting up and walking around the room. "There is no way in hell Flowey could've... jumped over there."

Frisk and Alphys looked at him in surprise. He doesn't talk like that unless it had something to do with... them. Alphys then gasped in horror.

"Y-Y-You m-m-m-mean...!"

Sans then ran up to the door, yelling, "I'm goanna take a call! Keep an eye on Frisk, will ya!" The last part was faint as he ran down the sidewalk teleporting by the end of the street. Frisk looked at the scientist and signed something.

"Oh," Alphys muttered. "Y-Y-You serious?" She then fiddles with her fingers. "W-Well, we, uh, should g-get the others, t-t-then..."


Finding the entrance to the Underground is easy, since Sans lives in Ebott, a small town named after the mountain that's near them. Arriving at the mouth of the cave, the skeleton looked at the surrounding area, lush trees and towering trees making a natural archway towards the cave.

"Alright, Flowey; tell me why you're over there."

He walked in, feeling the faint tingle of raw magic in the air buzz around him. Walking the long way, he went through Snowdin, the snow still white as ever, Waterfall, where the echo flowers were the only sounds in the area, and Hotland, the CORE's silhouette in the distance.

Taking a "shortcut", Sans arrives at the large building, feeling the heat of the lava rise to his level. "Alright," he mumbled to himself, walking around the place, "where is that door?"

Teleporting around, he cursed himself every time he didn't end up where he wanted to be (one such location is somewhere outside the CORE, which pissed him off the greatest), getting frustrated with each failure.

That is, until he arrived in the hallway where that door is at.

You see, the CORE is connected to many, many timelines since the Void's entrance is in the building somewhere. There is one such timeline that is the "safe haven" timeline and that timeline is the Omega Timeline, headed by Core Frisk, a Frisk that fell into the CORE. Ever since the "Operation Blueberry" events unfolded, Core Frisk took precaution and beefed up security, keeping out the "Out Codes", who consists of Error, Ink, Fresh, and, surprisingly, Geno, the last person being the only person to get in without any problem.

Operation Blueberry was the mission that almost got him and the others in deep shit, a.k.a. getting into another timeline that has nothing to do with Undertale, also known as the Realistimalinea, a word that means "real timeline."

Now, that would've been a complete failure.

After beating Error up and getting Blueberry (Underswap Sans) out of the Anti-Void, everyone went back, all of that stuff done and gone. Sans knew that it's going to be alright after the events and that Blueberry will recover from that traumatic experience, which everyone got the news from Swapyrus (Underswap Papyrus), but a hero's work is never done; Error will come back, stronger and better, and whatever he'll do won't end well.

That, each Sans from the main timelines is afraid of.

As Sans stood in front of the door that leads into the Omega Timeline, he took a deep breath. The last time he was here was the 2-month anniversary of the shattering of the magical Barrier, the other Sanses coming over for the food. As much as the original Sans wanted to pointed out, it wasn't for the food; because of him being... alive, basically, they're all alive, and that is good.

The door suddenly opens and Core Frisk, her pitch black eyes boring into Sans, appeared, looking tired than usual. "Hey," she greeted, followed by a yawn. She then cocks her head. "Why are you up against the wall?"

Sans, spooked, shook right against the wall adjacent to the door, two Gaster Blasters facing the other wall. His left eye was glowing teal with yellow, warning Core Frisk.

"Sans, calm down. Come in; I know why you're here."

Sans, still calming down from the sudden jumpscare, slowly walks in, the Gaster Blaster dissipates behind him. As the skeleton passed through the door, said door disappears, making Sans perplexed. "Uh, the door ju-"

"It only appears when a person really wants to find it," Core Frisk explained, hovering in place. She looked at Sans. "I assume you want to verify Flowey's whereabouts?"

The monster nods, leaning against the cool metal of the wall. "Is it even possible?"

Core Frisk frowned, thinking. "Well, I have two theories, theories I already explained to the oth-"

"Others? Wait, did you call the in-"

"Lucifer (Underfell Papyrus), Blue (Babybones Sans), and Flora (Underfell Flowey) also went missing two months ago as well." The child shrugged. "Apparently, Flowey going missing was a coincendence." She disappeared, making Sans panic and run in the hallway, finding his way into the lobby, where monsters survivors from genocidal timelines were chatting, really perplexed about seeing different versions of themselves and other monsters. Walking quietly among them, he found himself in the control room where Core Frisk is at, sitting on her chair, looking at something.

"Jesus Christ, Frisk; don't you ever do that, again!"

"Sorry," she mumbled, turning the chair so she faces Sans. "Can't help it."

"You say that every time...!" Sans groaned, slapping his face in disbelief.

"Anyway, the others are coming; they were busy playing Uno." She then giggled. "Death (ReaperTale Sans) was losing, having at least 20 cards in his hand."

Sans chuckled. "Wow, really?"

Ever since getting on the surface, Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, and Sans played cards games and one of them were Uno, which is the skeleton's favorite besides Bullshit. During the 2-month anniversary, he introduced the cards (having two decks due to the number of people) and, like expected, Death came out first, with Sans second, Screwball (Scientist!Sans) third, Blaster (Gaster!Sans) fourth, Geno (AfterTale Sans) fifth, Outs (OuterTale Sans) sixth, Blueberry seventh (Swapyrus: I'm proud of you, Sans!), and Edge (Underfell Sans) dead last, flipping the table out of rage in the process, hurting Geno and Blueberry, and getting hurt in return by Swapyrus.

Anyway.

It was a wonder that Death managed to land last while Sans' out, since rarely anyone got to pitch Death into the fires of Hell without dragging themselves in.

"Fucking bullshit!"

"UNO OUT!"

Core Frisk unconsciously teleported the two of them outside of the room where the others were at.

"Dayum, son; he just killed you!"

The sound of cards resonated as the door slammed open, Edge's pissed-off self appearing.

"Oh, it's you."

Sans did his signature shit-eating grin, saying," Edge! What happened? Lost?"

The black jacket clad skeleton shrieked and teleported, making Sans snicker. Peeping his head into the room, he saw Blaster, Geno, Outs, and Death sitting, holding Uno cards, the last skeleton literally having at least 20 cards.

"... Assume everyone had a +4 card, then..."

"Shut up," Death said dryly, placing a card down. "Wanna play? Edge decides to forfeit, so his slot is open."

"Yeah," Geno muttered, placing a card down. "He still has his cards out, and we haven't seen it."

"Alright, then," Sans said, joining the circle. "Let's see why Edge wanted to run out."

Core Frisk sighed as Death came in last, pissed as fuck, holding a bone scythe, which he probably used to slice something, or someone.

"Apparently," Sans whispered into Core Frisk's ear, "Death lost when Blaster placed down his last card, a +4." Core Frisk giggled, making Death growl at the two.

"Alright, alright!" Core Frisk exclaimed, calming down. "Anyway, let's start.

"These last two months, Lucifer, Blue, Flora, and Flowey," Core Frisk explained, the word "Flowey" stressed out, knowing that he's the recent victim, "went missing, which is kinda weird, since these people don't even let themselves near timeline stuff... well, except Blue and people, apparently, disappeared around the same time.

"Lucifer, we can definitely count on not evening knowing about the other timelines before the Christmas party. A low-profile victim, if I may.

"Flora, another one from Underfell. Flora is Flowey over there, but unlike Flowey, she has no knowledge of the timelines. Another low-profile victim."

"Wait," Geno chimed, making everyone look at him. "Two Floweys went missing?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Flora, we don't know, but Flowey... oh Flowey." She clicked the mouse of the computer, bringing a bunch of windows on the screen. "This, I guarantee, is where Flowey's at." She clicks on one of the windows, showing a news article. "I was searching and I found this under the Realistimalinea's network. Tagged with a lot of stuff, apparently."

As Sans read off of the article, Core Frisk also clicked on another window, the bigger screen loading with the window. "Not only that, but..."

"...'But', what?" Death asked impatiently. "Spit it out!"

"... There has been reports over there saying a black man can do genocide in a matter of seconds. Some of the survivors say that he uses 'strings' to kill everyone, which is apparent in all cases of these mass genocides." She then looked at the gang. "Now, I know you want to say this, bu-"

"How the actual fuck," Edge grumbled, glaring at her, "does that concern us all?"

"That black guy is Error."

The whole grew quiet, the revelation settling in. Sans, finished with the article, looks at Core Frisk.

"You got to be kidding me."

Core Frisk raised an eyebrow. "Am not, Sans. Flowey's whole being is there and who knows what he's up to?"

"According to the article, healing; someone got the guts to fight him and won, which is interesting if it they are a mere mortal."

"...What?"

"Heh, that's mortifying."

Geno groaned while the other Sanses giggled, the pun lifting the atmosphere a bit. Core Frisk sighed, then said, "Okay, then who's he staying with?"

"Says a Miss Chira Glass and a Miss Kristina Ballon." He scrolled down to the bottom, where two pictures of the teens were at, each coming with contact information. Hold on, Sans thought, glancing at the two pictures. I know these people.

They're the two teens from that camera feed!

"Error is most likely the one behind these mass genocides," Core Frisk explained. "The whole M.O. matches his M.O. The clothing is also Error-based-"

"So," Blaster said, busy lighting his cigarette, "it could be not Error?"

"Let's assume it's not."

"But," Screwball, who came on not that long ago, chimed in, "you can say that the strings came from Error, but the person doing the genocide isn't Error himself." Setting his stuff down on the table next to him, he cleared his throat. "Error can do as he pleases with anyone as long as he has his puppet strings around their Soul. That means, he could be far away from where the genocides are occurring."

He puts three phalanges up. "Three mass genocides already happened: one somewhere in Brazil, one in a small farming community in Philippines, and one, the recent one, in a town somewhere in Texas, USA. These places have nothing to do with Error or whatever he's scheming, but the intention is always the same, about 100 people were slaughtered, no wounds, no cause of death. Doctors over there are saying it could be a silent heart attack, but other doctors say it's a peaceful death, like they already made peace with their god and said goodbye to their relatives."

Edge looks at the scientist, a confused look on his face. "... Weird; don't they know they're goanna die?"

"Yeah," Geno mumbled, eyeing Death, who was just as confused as Edge. "Did the guy, like, tell them they are chosen or something?" His gaze went back on Core Frisk. "Don't tell me these people volunteered to be killed."

"Probably," Core Frisk said, answering the question. "I mean, if you say that you have to kill them for your own needs, then would the 100 people panic? The funny thing is, the killer ends up killing themselves, scrawling a sentence that's the same into the ground for all three genocides.

"I don't have the pictures, but I know the sentence." She took out a piece of paper, writing apparent on the side facing her. "He has come to judge you, the children of Mother Earth. Be prepared, for the Destroyer's mercy is no more."

Everyone shivered, the creepiness of the sent- wait, Core Frisk said a sentence, not two sentences.

"Frisk," Sans mumbled, "that's two, not one."

"... To me, it's one," she chided. "Besides, "Destroyer" is just another name for Error, meaning..." She gasped.

"He's going to do a No Mercy run!"


"Hey," Kristina said, scrolling down on her computer, "y'all heard about the mass genocide in Texas?"

It was Monday, a bright and frigid cold school day. During Zero Block, the gang decides to screw around before the bell rings. Flowey, being the "new kid" in school, sat next to Zach, holding one Uno card in his right hand.

"..."

"Dustin," Chira said dryly, looking at the teenage boy, "your turn."

"Yeah!" Dustin exclaimed, throwing his free hand up. "I know!"

"Then," Flowey chided, pointing at the yellow 7, "put one down, you idiot!"

"Alright!" Dustin yelled, slamming down a yellow 3 on top of the messy stack. "Ther-"

Flowey, his signature smirk on his face, places down a green 3, saying, "Uno out."

Dustin screamed, flipping the table on Zach and Flowey, who got buried under said furniture, groans coming from under the upside-down table.

"Guys, st- CHEEZE US CRUST, Dustin!" Kristina got out of her seat and ran towards to the flipped table, her hands already under the flat portion of the table. "Mika! Help me out here!"

As the two teens tried to lift the table off of Zach and Flowey, Chira heard the 5-minute bell ring.

"Guys," she muttered, getting her stuff from the back of the classroom. "The 5-minute bell rang; I suggest you get going." She opened the door and walked out, leaving the others in the room, some trying to get the two unfortunate teens out from under the table while some yelled at the person who did it. While walking to class, Chira looked outside to see the sun shining through small, puffy clouds, making rays of light hit the ground. On the ground were some puddles from the rain earlier.

Smells like something grand's about to happen.


"The only way to blend in is if you be human, like every other sentient person walking on that planet," Core Frisk explained. "Well, the minute you get in there, you automatically transform into one."

The seven Sanses were waiting in one of the CORE's intricate hallways, Core Frisk hovering in place near a black door. Edge was behind Blueberry, who came on along with Swapyrus (Swappy: Late 'cause of Undyne being a prick.) a minute after debriefing. The black door lead to the Realistimalinea, Core Frisk punching in the coordinates.

"So," Swapyrus muttered, "all we have to do is kick Error out of the timeline?"

"And get the missing guys," Geno chimed in.

"Oh, and that?"

Core Frisk nodded. "Yep, though it shouldn't be hard to find Flowey since the coordinates I put in is a place where he should be in the vicinity of, though I could be wrong but take a chance; he might be near this one."

The gang nod, the objectives sinking inside them. Originally, it was just go and get Flowey, since that's what Core Frisk called them for. Now, it's go get Lucifer, Blue, Flora, and Flowey and kick Error out.

But, there's a problem.

"So, what happens when we kick him out?" Blaster asked, crossing his arms. "How do we keep him out of that timeline?"

Core Frisk handed Screwball some manila files, each filled with a few papers. The receiver looked at the child, wondering what the files are for. "Those," she said calmly, "are the Seven Sans of Realistimalinea, each on a major landmass in that timeline.

"Each Sans could be either a girl or a boy, depending on what landmass they're on. They have the tame powers as you all except they have a "special attack" that's unique to them and only them. The best way to pick them out is either look in those files, or see them in action. It's only when they're in a fight or having emotional distress that their powers come out.

"The first one is the Sans of North America, a 15-year-old by the name of Kristina Ballon. A... peculiar fellow, if anything. She's likely a gamer that knows more than she should, maybe a theorist? The coordinates I typed in are the coordinates to her school."

"...Core Frisk," Blaster grumbled, glaring at her. "You didn't answer my question."

"Oh! Well, if you really want Error out, you need the Seven Sans, together, since they're the ones that could erect a barrier that lets nothing in, nothing out. It might exhaust them, kill them, but it's worth it."

She opened the door, where it leads into the east side of a building, assuming it's the school building. As Sans, with a purple anime-themed backpack slung over his shoulders, walked to the entrance. "Well, time never waits for an answer. Com'n!"


If Chira had a penny for every curse Kristina could get out, there would be at least nine dollars in pennies in her pocket. Actually, if it were dollars, $90 would be in her pocket.

"I can't believe," Zach said, sipping on his Coke, "how incredibly pissed Kristina is."

"And," Gabby murmured, munching on a candy bar, "it has nothing to do with Flowey hitting someone."

The teenagers silently ate their snacks while watching a full blown-out fight between Kristina and a couple of bullies that took the liberty to pick on Flowey, who was sitting next to Chira, doing his homework.

"Hey," Chira muttered, nudging the blonde with her elbow, making him growl. "What'cha doing?"

"... What the hell does it look like to you?"

"... Homework?"

Flowey groaned and placed his stuff on the floor. He got up, stretching his body, and looked at Chira with his crimson eyes. "What's your problem?" He got his papers from the floor and started to walk to the parking lot. Chira, surprised, got off her seat and ran to him.

"Flowey! Where are you going?!"

"Home, like that wasn't obvious." He kept walking, making Chira walk faster to match the blonde's pace. "Why? Wanna kill me in an alleyway?"

Chira gasped quietly. "Look, why do you have that kind of attitude? Why are you so... gh about the world? What did I do to you that you won't forgive?" By now, Flowey stopped walking, glancing at her with an unreadable look. "If I did anything, I didn't mean it."

Flowey kept staring at her, his face still unreadable. He took a deep breath and sighed, putting his free hand (his other hand was holding his homework) on his hip. "...You haven't done anything, you idiot." He averts his eyes away from Chira, who sighed in relief. "...Not yet, anyway." He said the last part so quietly Chira didn't hear.

"Then, why are you-"

"I'm sleepy."

Chira groaned, slapping her face. "Flowey, why did you stay back, then? You could've told me and I would've dropped you off...!"

"I didn't..." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "I... I didn't want to disturb you or anything." Once again, he averted his eyes. "I-I-I mean, you were enjoying Kristina beating the complete shit out of the guys." He then sighed. "You were enjoying it."

"... I told Kristina not to do it," Chira admitted. "She said she will since they bullied you, and you aren't suppose to fight back. It would be unfair since you would fight back anyway." She then paused. "Why didn't you fight back?"

Before Flowey could say anything, a white object slammed itself into Chira's side, knocking her down. Flowey, spooked, jumped right into the road, vines coming out of the ground pointing at the direction the object came from.

"Show yourself!" Flowey yelled, one of the vines giving him Chira's phone. He took it, tapped on it, and brought it to his ear. "Kristina? You there?"

"yeah," the teen's voice said. "what's wrong? why the hell do you have Chira's phone?"

"...Get your ass over here, idiot; something hit Chira on the side, and she's not getting u-" There was static on the other end, and Kristina appeared right beside him, her left eye purple.

"... She's not getting up, is she?" the teen mumbled, checking Chira, seeing a large bruise forming on her side. "What hit her?"

"A... uh whi-"

Another white thing shot through, except Kristina blocks it with her arm, her face scrunching up in pain as it connects, a snapping sound resonating.

"F-Fuck," she murmured, rubbing her arm and seeing the projectile on the ground. "I-I-Is that a-a bone?"

The projectile, a pearl white bone, rested on the sidewalk, a tiny crack on the head. Kristina hissed, her right arm going slack beside her side.

"Whoever threw this took out my arm."

Flowey recognized the tone: she royally pissed. So royally pissed, a thousand Gaster Blasters materialized above and behind her, her left eye smoking purple.

All aimed at the direction where the bone came from.

"...Edge, you fucked up."

It's a wonder that the guys found a hiding spot and shoved Edge out in the open, the person being stuck there determined by playing Uno, which Edge lost. As the loser, Edge must at least injure someone in his vicinity, which he did, injuring that black kid next to the white one.

Big mistake: their friend came over and is royally pissed, which so happens to be the Sans of North America, Kristina Ballon. Yep, Edge; you fucked up.

"Well," Sans murmured, eyeing the girl, who made the blasters disappear and replaced them with bones colored orange and blue, aimed at Edge. "At least we found the Sans of North America."

Everyone nodded. Keeping their breath quiet and steady, they watched Edge get attacked by the bones, sometimes moving, sometimes pausing.

"Bruh," the blonde muttered, holding the knocked-out girl in his arms. "That's not cool." He looked at the girl. "Kristina, I think I know who that guy is."

"... Fine," she muttered, making everything disappear. "I'm going to Sentra; goanna get my arm fixed." She disappeared in thin air, grabbing the other girl's leg along, making her disappear. The blonde sighed heavily and looked at Edge, his red eyes holding mercy.

"Howdy. I'm Flowey. How ya doing, Edge?"


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Gabby (friend): Gotta be more that 5000, again.

Well, damn.

I finished! BEFORE SCHOOL! LOL. Anyway, I think this is another 5000 or more worded chapter, which probably wouldn't be as confusing as the first. I hope you read, not skimmed, and leave a review.

Au revoir, Readers.

(05.23.16 - It appears that the story is kinda rushed without Sans' puns... oh well.)