Thanks go to Someguythatlovesundertale, FlufySheepLion, DiamondAuthor551, BadDRUMMERboy15, KZReviewer, TheHerobriner, madmalitiangamer, Butterflie64, MachUPB, TribalManBoss, NecroGodYami, Stormpal, and ThatOneGuy.

I know, I know. I should really update DoubleTale. I'm workin' on it and DeathTaLe and JAS. Maked the hush.

This is also why these updates have been pretty slow. I've been busy with like A LOT of stuff, in this and the real world. And I'm not exaggerating here. It's been pretty nonstop. And school's comin' back soon and uuuugggghhh...

And uh, I should probably note now since I haven't really pointed it out yet, Mosnter Kid, Chara, and Cter are all older than they are in DoubleTale. By like a few years.

Disclaimer I do not own Undertale. I do, however, own DoubleTale.


"Oh no..!" Mettaton said with a little much drama.

"Awww yeah!"

Frisk's eyes narrowed as the dust cleared, looking in confusion to the robotic rectangle that stood there, one wheel holding it up.

"Welcome! We're gonna be doin' stuff a little differently today!" Napstabot said, rolling lightly back and forth.

"Today, instead of Music, we're gonna play a little game!"

A sign came down with confetti, the sign reading 'Quiz Show' in big bold letters.

"Don't you all look too happy now!" Napstabot said, Mettaton pulling off a dramatic, horrified look as Frisk stood ready.

"Now since we've never played this game before, let me explain the rules." The number 1 on Napstabot's screen flashed. "Answer correctly..."

It went all red.

"Or I'm gonna kill you!"

*napstabot attacks.

"First question!" Four letters appeared in green boxes before Frisk.

"What's the prize for answering this question right?"

Frisk looked to the options, looking to the one that read Mercy hopefully.

"Ahem." Mettaton said, looking to the side as he held his fist up to his mouth, getting Frisk's attention.

Mettaton made a C with his hand, and Frisk's eyes widened slightly before they nodded, pressing C.

"Now you're gettin' it!" Napstabot said enthusiastically.

*the show goes on.

"What's the Empress's name?"

Frisk looked to Mettaton again, catching his sign and pressing the correct button.

"Enough about you, let's start talkin' me." Napstabot said, the letters appearing once more.

"What are robots made out of?"

"Metal and magic!" Frisk answered confidently.

"Too easy, huh?"

"Alright, lets amp it up a little!"

Frisk's jaw dropped at the high speed question that shot from Napstabot, glancing to Mettaton with their shocked expression, Mettaton signing another answer.

Frisk pressed the answer.

"Well color me surprised!"

"Alright, don't start counting on victory just yet!"

"How many flies are in this jar?"

"54!"

"What Monster is this?"

"Napstabot!"

"Would you smooch a ghost?"

"HECK YEAH!"

"How many letters are in the name Napstabottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt?"

"77!"

"Alright, I figured that one was too easy." Napstabot shrugged. "Next question!"

"In the Soap Oprah Desperate Days Of Our Hospital, who is Alejandro in love with?"

"Ooh! Ooh!" Mettaton raised one hand, jumping up and down. "I know, I know!"

"Though the story tries to make you think it's Tina, it's actually pretty easy to catch in subtext that he has deep feelings for Daphne, which I think is pretty obvious considering all they've been through and... And... Uh oh..." Mettaton slowed down, grimacing at his mistake.

"Mettaton, Mettaton, Mettaton." Napstabot shook his head. "You haven't been helping our contestant, have you?" Mettaton nervously shook his head.

"Well, you should have told me! Here's a question you'll definitely know the answer too!" If Napstabot had a mouth, he'd grin.

Mettaton waved his hands in a 'No, don't!' sign, but Napstabot ignored it.

"Who does Mettaton have a crush on?"

Frisk glanced down at the options.

A.) Monster Kid.

B.) Undyne.

C.) The human.

D.) Nobody.


Cter and Monster Kid sat on the couch, wrapped in blankets and shivering with cups of hot cocoa, watching the quiz.

"I told you guys shirtless snowball fights were a bad idea, but you didn't wanna listen." Chara crossed their arms.

"Hey, that kid said snowball fights weren't manly, and we had to prove him wrong!" Monster Kid said, teeth chattering.

"By throwing snow at one another while half naked?" Chara arched a brow condescendingly.

"Exactly." Cter snapped, pointing at them after managing to free his hand from the mountain of blankets he was in.

"I hope you get sick." Chara said, eyes narrowing.

"I hope the chocolate factory goes out of business." Cter shot back, eyes narrowing.

"You take that back!"

"Shhh!" Monster Kid said, looking over to the both of them as Chara grabbed Cter by the collar of his shirt angrily. "I think they're getting close to the last question."

"Ooh, dramatic." Cter commented on the last question as it came up.

"Wait... Is my name the first option?!" Monster Kid said in shock, succeeding in making Cter laugh.

"That's kinda weird." Chara said, looking to the TV. "Isn't there like... A huge age difference between you two?"

"Well, uh... I dunno, actually." Monster Kid looked up in thought.

"Yeah. Mettaton was a ghost, so he could be really really old." Cter shrugged.

"Or really young." Chara said, holding their chin in thought.

"Or my age I mean that's also an option also as well." Monster Kid said quickly with a poor attempt at sounding casual.

"Uh... I mean, I guess..?" Cter arched a brow at him.

"Whatever the case, you're both adult sized." Chara nodded.

"Though with a huge gap in mind set." Cter leaned back, putting his feet up on the foot rest in front of him.

"Hey!" Monster Kid looked over to Cter.

"What? It's true. You're kinda a toddler up here." Cter tapped on Monster Kid's skull, making him frown.

"I am not!"

"If you weren't, you wouldn't have lost that snowball fight." Cter crossed his arms, smirking.

Monster Kid snarled.


"Hm..." Frisk looked at the questions, thinking hard.

They shrugged, clicking option A.

"Ha! Told ya it was obvious, Mettaton!" Napstabot looked over to Mettaton, who covered his face, which was now a grade five red.

"Even the human figured it out." Napstabot gestured to Frisk.

"Yes, he writes his name in the margins of his notebooks. He names coding variables after him." Napstabot moved his head from side to side, numbering things off on his fingers.

"He even wrote a script of them as Romeo and Juliet. Can you believe that?" Napstabot laughed lightly.

"Probability of crush: 100%."

"Well, with Doctor Mettaton helping you, this was way too easy." Napstabot shrugged.

"But, this is just the beginning. I've got plenty more in store. Until then..." Napstabot's wheel switched to a rocket, and he launched off into the air.


"... Huh." Cter sipped casually from his mug, arching a brow at the TV. "Well, who would'a thunk it?"

Monster Kid just stared with wide eyes at the TV.

"Welp, lucky you, eh? Mettaton ain't bad." Cter shrugged, and Chara looked to him in surprise.

"... What?" Cter looked over to them. "Look, I've come to terms with the fact that if Mettaton ever came up to me and was like 'You and me. This floor. Right now.' I'd be like '... Aight, I guess.'" Cter shrugged.

"And I've come to accept that." Cter sat back casually as Chara pinched the bridge of their nose, sighing in mild irritation.

"... Uh... You alright over there?" Cter glanced over at the frozen Monster Kid.

"... I have to go home now." Monster Kid stood.

"But- Eh!" Cter watched as Monster Kid walked by. "I thought we were gonna go throw snowballs at that kid later!" Cter said, but Monster Kid said nothing, opening the door and closing it behind him.

"Ah, whatever..." Cter rolled his eyes. "I gotta go look after that friggin' kid anyway..." Cter muttered, standing up and walking past Chara.

"See ya later." He waved goodbye, opening the front door.


"He uh... He wasn't supposed to ask that last question..." Mettaton said, gnawing nervously on his thumb nail as Frisk shrugged, walking by.

"Hey, wait up a sec!" Mettaton rushed to catch up with Frisk.

"Here, let me give you my phone number. That way I can help you through Hotland." Mettaton said, and Frisk nodded, bringing out their phone.

"Whoa there! Your phone is ancient! Where did you get that?" Mettaton took the phone from Frisk, looking at it in surprise.

"Here, let me upgrade it for you." Mettaton ran off in the other direction before Frisk could object.

Frisk stood there, listening to the various sounds of banging and drills with confusion.

Mettaton rushed back with a phone so upgraded it looked like a completely different phone.

"Here you are." Mettaton handed in to Frisk. "You now have texting, storage, and I even signed you up for Undernet." Mettaton smiled.

"Oh, cool. Thanks." Frisk smiled at Mettaton, who forced a smile in return.

"And we're officially friends on it." Mettaton smiled, before hearing what he said out loud and looking nervous in an instant.

"Um... I uh... I have to go to the bathroom." Mettaton rushed into the door at the side of the room.

"Do robots have to go to the bathroom?" Frisk scratched their head in confusion before shrugging.

They walked out the door, stepping into Hotland and continuing on, arching a brow at the sound of a notification.

"Just realized I didn't watch Monster Kid's fight with the human. v.v" Said Mettaton's update on Undernet.

"Oh well, I'll just ask him about it later. I know he's unbeatable anyway." Said the next one as Frisk continued on.

"For now I gotta call up the human and guide them."

"Gonna call them in a minute."

"... Probably."

"THE PHONE IS THE WORST I DON'T WANNA LMAO"

"omg I've had my hand over the last digit for like five minutes now. omg I'm just gonna do it I'm just gonna call!"

Frisk picked up their phone as it rang, but whoever called hung up an instant later.

"Okay, when in doubt, dazzle!" Said the next update.

"Hello!" Said Mettaton through the phone as Frisk answered the second phone call. He had a surprising amount of, most likely false, confidence in his tone.

"So, the laser puzzle, hm? A um... A simple puzzle, once you know it well!" Mettaton lost this fake confidence for a moment, but quickly picked it back up.

"The orange lasers you can run right through. But you cannot, I repeat CANNOT, stop in them. The blue lasers you have to stay still for."

Frisk nodded at the instructions.

"... Bye!" Mettaton hung up in an instant.

Mettaton updated his status!

"I DIIIID IT! My hands haven't shaken like that since Monster Kid called me to ask about the weather..."

"WAIT WE DON'T HAVE WEATHER DOWN HERE WHY DID HE CALL ME?!"

"I forgot to tell the human where to go next... Sigh..."

Frisk rolled their eyes, laughing lightly before their phone went off.

They listened to the call. False confidence and directions before Mettaton quickly hung up.

Frisk continued on, Mettaton calling and deactivating certain lasers.

Frisk entered a pitch black room, arching a brow at it and looking around.

"Hey, it's pretty dark in there, huh?" Mettaton said after Frisk answered the call.

"Don't worry, I'll hack into the lighting system and brighten it up!"

The lights flipped on, and Frisk looked around, finding themselves in a kitchen.

"Ooooh no!" Mettaton said dramatically.

"Awww yeah!" Napstabot rose from the counter, screen glowing multiple colors.

"Once again, we'll be doing something different today. And it was toootally my idea. I promise." Napstabot would've narrowed his eyes and glanced to the side if his face wasn't a screen.

"Cooking show because why not!" Napstabot threw his hands into the air, a sign coming down and reading exactly what he just said.

"Now, today we'll be making a cake." Napstabot really didn't seem too enthusiastic.

Napstabot halfheartedly listed ingredients and told Frisk to gather them, Frisk doing just that.

"Now, for the last ingredient..." Napstabot quickly looked to Frisk.

"We just need a human soul!"

Frisk yelped in surprise, Napstabot rising a revving chainsaw.

"Wait, wait!" Mettaton said through the phone, Napstabot stopping inches from Frisk.

"What if... Um, what if someone's vegan..?" Mettaton said nervously.

"... Vegan?" Napstabot said with minor irritation.

"Well, I know! We'll just have to use human soul substitute! Go get it from that counter over there, would'ja?" Napstabot pointed with his thumb back at the counter in the corner of the room.


Cter knocked on the door, humming to himself in wait. His hood was up to protect from the light snow.

...

"Um... Hello?" Cter said, knocking again.

"You lose track'a time watching anime again?"

No response.

"... Uh..." Cter noticed the door was pretty loose, deciding to open it.

"... She... Left?" Cter said with minor confusion.

"Huh... I coulda walked right by her and not noticed..." Cter stroked his imaginary beard.

"Well, if they're out here somewhere, I better keep an eye on the kid. Can't let her catch me slaking. Heh..." Cter stuffed his hands into his pockets, shaking his head and walking back in the other direction.

Somewhere in the shadow of the trees, a figure wearing a purple cloak watched, sighing in relief as he left.

Maybe she was too nervous to meet him face to face, or maybe it was a bad idea to be found. I mean, if he knew that it was the old um... Other Empress? That'd been behind that door, who knew how he'd react?

And if people knew she was lurking about, then...

She didn't wanna think about it.


"So this is crazy!" Frisk said to Mettaton on the phone as they rocketed upwards towards the human soul substitute, dodging around eggs, flour, and other cooking products as they flew up.

"It really, really is, yes." Mettaton said through the phone, Frisk coming to a stop at the top.

"Oh no, I've been defeated!" Napstabot would've rolled his eyes. "But only because Doctor Mettaton was helping you. Oh, I'd hate to think what woulda happened... If you hadn't the help of the brilliant doctor Mettaton!"

Napstabot flew off.

"But... What about the..?" Frisk looked to the substitute.

"Haven't you ever seen a cooking show?" Mettaton asked as Frisk floated back down.

"Everything is precooked."

Frisk frowned in irritation at that, Mettaton hanging up and Frisk continuing on.

"See that building in the distance?" Mettaton asked after his next call, Frisk staring at the large building in the distance.

"That's the CORE. That's where you're heading." Mettaton said as Frisk walked on.

"In there, there's an elevator that'll take you right to Undyne's castle. and from there, you can... You can go home."

Frisk's expression became a look of DETERMINATION. More accurately... -_-

That.

Frisk stepped into an elevator after Mettaton hung up, selecting the only option that would work and going there.

They tapped their foot, humming with the elevator music before the elevator stopped and opened, Frisk stepping out to the next floor.

"I'm Heat Flamesman! Remember my name!" Said the little fire man, Frisk nodding to him as they continued on.

"Heya." Cter said, leaning his chin on his hand as he sat at his post, which seemed to have been brought here from Snowdin.

"Oh, hey Cter." Frisk smiled.

"Wanna buy a hotdog?" Cter asked, arching a brow. "Just 30 G."

"A hotdog? Sure." Frisk smiled, fishing the money from their pocket.

"Alright, here's your 'dog." Cter grinned, handing Frisk the hotdog.

"Want anymore?" Cter asked, and Frisk shrugged.

"Sure." Frisk said, and Cter went to hand them another.

"Wait, your inventory's full."

"How did you-"

"Guess I'll just put it on your head." Cter set the hotdog on Frisk's head, making them laugh lightly.

"On the house." Cter grinned, glancing to the side. "Well, no, actually it's on your head."

"I'll take another." Frisk said, and Cter smirked lightly.

"Oh, alright." Cter shrugged, grinning as he placed the hotdog on their head.

They wore that expression again. -_-

"I'll take that as an "I want another ''dog, you sexy beast"." Cter said, placing another hotdog on Frisk's head.

Frisk made a 'gimme' motion with their hand.

"Here." Cter placed the dog on their head. "Have fun."

Frisk still wore that expression, so Cter kept piling them on.

"I'm beginning to think you have a problem." Cter eventually said, sitting on top of his station, continuing to place hotdogs on Frisk's head.

He stopped as he was about to place another.

"Aight kid, you got 29 on your head. Now, 29, that's a fine number. But thirty? Why, that seems a little excessive." Cter grinned, looking to the side.

Frisk frowned in disappointment.

"Take a picture." Frisk said, and Cter nodded, pulling out his phone.

"Great idea, buddo." Cter said, snapping a picture.

Frisk pulled their phone out as it vibrated, seeing Cter had sent them the picture after taking it.

"Well, I'm gonna get going!" Frisk said happily, walking on with those hotdogs stacked on their head.

Cter couldn't help but smile at the sight of them gladly marching on.

He sighed to himself, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the counter of his station.

Frisk glanced down at their phone, seeing the next notification from Mettaton.

"Just me and the bae." There was a picture of Mettaton with a poster of some character from a drama movie.

Frisk laughed lightly, continuing on.

They looked down, arching a brow at the notification.

Shitposting101 commented on Mettaton's picture.

"Shitposting101? Oh, it's Cter." Frisk thought for a moment, face palming. "... Of course that's Cter's name..."

"So pictures the name a' the game, eh?" Was the caption to a picture of Cter sitting on the couch, holding up a phone and taking a picture of both him and an unaware Chara in the background.

"Wait but- When did he- what on Earth?" Frisk looked from the picture to where Cter was a little ways back.

Frisk looked to the next response from Cter.

It was a picture of Cter taking another picture, laughing as he seemed unaware that Chara had spotted him, anger clear in their expression.

Well, I mean... If =) equals anger.

Maybe it was just the red eye thing...

"Look at this jabroni ass not knowin' that I'm takin' pictures ass dumb ass-

Wait...

F#ck."

Read Cter's caption.

"Lmao, you better run." Mettaton responded.

Another picture was sent.

It appeared to be Cter sprinting through Snowdin with a terrified expression, Chara close behind, still wearing that grin.

"Sh!t sH!T SH!T!" Read the caption.

GoddamnitCter responded to Cter's comment.

"Ha! Chara's name is God damnit Cter." Frisk laughed to themselves before reading the comment.

"STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME WITHOUT ME KNOWING AND POSTING THEM ON THE INTERNET WITH STUPID CAPTIONS YOU RAT BASTARD!"

Cter responded.

"F#ckin' not noticin' ass unalert ass over reactin' ass makin' an account just to post these comments ass bitch ass not runnin' fast enough ass no magic havin' ass chasin' me outta the house ass terrible roommate ass bitch."

Mettaton responded.

"The comment section is no place for spousal abuse."

Chara responded.

"CTER YOU BETTER HOPE AND PRAY I DON'T FIND YOU AND ALSO METTATON FOR THE LAST TIME WE ARE NOT MARRIED!"

Mettaton responded.

"But... My OTP..."

Chara responded.

"Screw your OTP!"

TheBartender responded.

"Oh god now Gaster's getting in on this..." Frisk snerked, looking to the picture Gaster sent.

It appeared to be a picture of the Flying Dutchman from SpongeBob with the lines "Ey, insulting a mans ship be worse than insulting his mother."

Chara responded.

"So help me God if I encounter one more sinner!"

Frisk responded.

"Hey."

Chara responded.

"THAT'S IT!"

Cter responded.

"Guys I'm trying to run for my life I can't be laughing this hard.

And also, to your shipping..."

Below that was a link to Filthy Frank's 'It's Time To Stop' video.

Mettaton responded.

"Remember when this was just a stupid picture of me and a poster."

Frisk looked up, hearing feet pounding down on the ground and seeing Cter skid to a stop next to them, leaning forward and placing his hands on his knees, wheezing and gasping.

"Uh... Hey Cter." Frisk waved, and Cter managed to wave weakly in return.

"So you're currently being hunted down." Frisk said after Cter recovered, the both of them walking on.

"Yeah... Chara's pretty pissed..." Cter said between breathes.

"So you're just gonna tag along for awhile?" Frisk snerked.

"No, I'll just wait for Chara to find us, throw you at them, and run." Cter shrugged.

"... Oh." Frisk responded.

"So those hotdogs are still up there." Cter pointed up at the stack of hotdogs on Frisk's head, and they grinned triumphantly.

"Hey!"

The both of them looked over their shoulders to see two people dressed in armor rushing close.

"... See ya."

Frisk looked quickly to the side, but Cter was already gone.

Frisk sighed, shaking their head and looking back to the Royal Guards.


"I see... Ahuhuhu~" Muffet said, staring down at the flower in the ground.

"Exactly. So killing that brat would benefit you greatly." Flowey grinned, and Muffet held her chin in thought, before grinning.

"How can I thank you for this help?" She grinned down at Flowey, who gulped.

"Uh... Just get the job done," Flowey popped back into the ground, popping back up in the distance and sighing.

"Ya creep..." He muttered the last part, looking over his shoulder at the distance Muffet, who seemed to be petting a large spider in her hand.

"Maybe she can scare that kid into giving up..." Flowey smirked to himself as he looked forward once more, before he jumped at the sound of a footstep behind him.

"Heya."

Flowey gulped, recognizing the voice. Recognizing the tone at which that word was said.

He spun around, yelping in surprise as a hand wrapped around his stem, yanking him forward slightly to be face to face with the shadowed figure, a red light emitting from it's left eye.

"You've been busy, huh?"


"This is crazy!" Frisk said to Mettaton through the phone, running after an Extremely Agile Glass Of Water.

"Hold on! I'll use my hacking skills to deactivate it!" Mettaton said.

"Mettaton, the timer's running out!"

"It'll be fine!"

This certainly was dramatic.

At ten seconds left on the clock, the glass stopped moving, and with one second to spare, Frisk deactivated it.

"So, you've stopped all the bombs, huh? I guess the big one won't go off in two minutes." Napstabot shrugged.

"Instead, it'll go off in two seconds!" Napstabot said, screen flashing red as he threw his hands into the air maniacally, Frisk looking to the bomb in terror.

...

"Not so fast, Napstabot!"

"Hm?" Napstabot looked to the phone Frisk held up, which showed a picture of Mettaton's face on it as he spoke.

"I deactivated your crummy bomb before you could set it off!"

"Gasp." Napstabot said, glancing to the side for a moment.

"And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that kid and his meddling genius scientist!" Napstabot said, before flying off.

Frisk breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Mettaton..." They smiled to Mettaton on the phone, and he smiled back.


"Now, I'm no gardener," Flowey grit his teeth as he was yanked from the ground, Cter's other hand in his pocket as he held up the flower.

"But even I know when some weeding needs to be done."

Cter moved his head to the side, a vine shooting up and slicing across his cheek.

Petals appeared throughout the air behind Cter, who's eyes narrowed as he jumped back, dropping Flowey and drawing a pen from his pocket, slicing the petals away as they came.

"Ha! Nice try, smiley meatbag!" Flowey said, moving to pop into the ground.

"Gah!" He cried as something blocked his path, and he shot back up, rubbing his head with a leaf.

"What the..?" He looked to the ground, before hearing a light laughter.

"Didn't the ground seem a little higher when I dropped you back down onto it?" Cter asked, hands in his pockets as he grinned at Flowey like he grinned at everyone.

Flowey's eyes widened in surprise. "You covered just under the ground in keys..."

"Bingo." Cter snapped, pointing at them. "Now, I've got some questions for ya."

"No, I don't think the worst person can change. And no, I don't wanna have a bad time." Flowey said, and Cter's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Heheheh... Ahahahaha!" He laughed in genuine amusement, running a hand down his face and shaking his head.

"Aw, you remembered." He said, Flowey gulping and leaning back as Cter stepped closer.

"But those aren't the questions I was gonna ask."

"Now, flower, I know you and me haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot,"

"Stay the hell away from me!" Flowey leaned back further as Cter continued forward.

"But." Cter grit his teeth at Flowey's interruption.

"I think I can make us get along juuuust okay."

Flowey snarled, a vine once again shooting up at Cter's face, only for him to reach up and catch it, the vine wrapping around his hand as he yanked it forward, Flowey flying from the ground at him and into his grasp.

"Now," Cter grabbed onto one of Flowey's petals, Flowey gritting his teeth.

"Are you gonna give me answers, or am I gonna have to do some 'They love me, they love me not' sh!t here?" Cter asked, arching a brow at Flowey.

When Flowey didn't answer, his grip tightened, and he began pulling the petal away, Flowey yelping in pain.

"Okay, okay!" Flowey snarled. "What do you want?"

"I wanna know just what you're planning." Cter asked, and Flowey just grinned, whispering something.

"What?" Cter leaned in a little closer, and Flowey mumbled again.

"Speak up, flower boy." Cter leaned closer, and Flowey's face morphed into a large head with large teeth.

The flower snapped forward, Cter throwing him back as he attempted to bite him.

"Well, alright." Cter shrugged, hands back in his pockets.

"I guess it doesn't matter what you say." A glowing white object appeared in the shadows behind Cter, glowing brighter, as if it was charging.

"I mean, killing you will stop your plan anyway, won't it?"

Flowey popped into the small amount of ground he was able to get into, the beam soaring over his head and into the distance.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Flowey snapped, vines shooting from the ground behind him and racing at Cter.

Ink shot from Cter's hood, rushing forward and slashing apart the vines, continuing after Flowey.

"I thought you only attacked me when I was killing people!" Petals shot from behind Flowey, tearing through the ink and sending it splattering through the air, Cter raising one hand as a large key appeared before him, blocking the petals.

"Well, you plan on killin' the kid, don'tcha?" Cter said, the key firing forward at Flowey, who's eyes widened as it shot at him.

"But I haven't yet!"

"Well I promised anime lady I'd protect 'em."

Flowey sweat nervously, the key just about to reach him before he disappeared into the ground.

Cter looked to the hole with narrowed eyes before the ground behind him exploded up in vines.

"You really think some keys are enough to stop me?!" Flowey said, his face morphing to match his rage.

Cter yawned as the vines raced down towards him, suddenly reaching out and catching both vines, yanking them forward and tearing Flowey from the earth, throwing the vines behind him and grabbing Flowey by the stem, slamming him into the ground and raising his pen into the air, preparing to stab down.

"Allow me to make this clear." Cter's left eye burnt red as he stared down at a terrified Flowey, his pen point looming just over Flowey's eye.

"If you so much as think about f#cking up another happy ending, I will tear you outta the ground, take you to NTT Burger Emporium, deep fry you, and f#cking. Eat. You."

"We clear?" Cter said, and Flowey nodded quickly, watching as the elevator in the distance came down.

"Good." Cter let go of him, standing back up and looking over his shoulder at the opening elevator.

Flowey popped back into the ground, and Cter disappeared in a burst of wind and black.

Frisk arched a brow at the holes and burn marks on the ground as they walked through the area, shrugging it off and continuing on.


"... Whoa..." Mettaton said, eyes wide at they stared at the screen, having just watched all that had transpired between Cter and Flowey.

"What?"

Mettaton screamed in surprise, spinning around to see Cter there as he fell back.

Cter laughed as Mettaton grit his teeth in anger and embarrassment.

"Stop doing that!" He snapped, and Cter continued laughing for another minute or two.

"What? C'mon, you know I'm nothin' to be afraid of." Cter winked his right eye shut, grin everlasting.

"I know, I know." Mettaton's eyes narrowed as he glanced to the side. "It's just... Been awhile since I've seen you do that. Not since-"

"Hasn't been that long." Cter cut Mettaton off, not allowing him to say what he was going to say. "You just don't remember."

"Um... What?" Mettaton asked, and Cter just shook his head, walking towards the door.

"Well, I'll be up ahead." He was walking in the direction of Waterfall.

"But- wait!"

Cter was already gone.

"AHEM." Napstabot said on the screen, and Mettaton looked over, realizing Frisk was surrounded by fire.

"Oh!" Mettaton quickly turned on the phone, jumping back to the computer and deactivating the fire.


Frisk was deep in thought as they continued on.

What happened back there was strange... It was as if Napstabot was waiting for Mettaton to deactivate the fire...

"Sup kiddo?" Cter said, leaning against the wall next to the door into a large hotel-like building.

"'Heard you were goin' to the core. How about some food first?" Cter arched a brow at Frisk, who shrugged.

"Yeah." They nodded.

"Great. Thanks for paying." Cter placed his hands in his pockets, walking towards the alley way.

"But- wait- what about-" Frisk looked from Cter to the entrance to the large building.

"Forgeddaboudit." Cter closed his eyes, smirking as his back was to them. "I know a shortcut."

Frisk's eyes widened beyond a squint for once, stars appearing in them as they realized they were about to figure out how he got so quickly from place to place.

"..." Cter stared with semi-wide eyes at their anime eyes.

"... What?" They asked, eyes still open.

"No wonder you keep those things closed." Cter smirked, closing his eyes as Frisk crossed their arms, pouting.

In an instant, the two were sitting in chairs across from each other. Unlike Grillby's, this place looked like a real restaurant.

"Fast shortcut, huh?" Cter winked his right eye shut, leaning his chin on his hand, which was propped up on the table.

"What- How- When-?!" Frisk glanced around quickly, before sighing, calming themselves.

"So here we are." Cter closed his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. "Your journey's almost over."

Frisk frowned lightly, looking to the side.

"You must really wanna go home, huh?" Cter said, opening his left eye and smirking lightly.

Frisk hesitated before nodding.

"Hey, I know the feeling." Cter looked up to the ceiling, sighing as he slouched in his chair.

"Though, maybe sometimes... Sometimes it's better to take what's given to you." Cter kept his eyes on the ceiling, Frisk listening closely.

"Down here you've got food, drinks, friends... Is what you have to do up there... Really worth giving all that up?" Cter looked back from the ceiling to Frisk, arching a brow.

They stared at their hands, frowning in thought.

"..." Cter sighed lightly. "Ah, forget that. I'm rootin' for ya, friendo." Cter smirked at Frisk, winking his right eye shut as Frisk smiled lightly in return.

"..." A long silence, Cter closing his eyes and Frisk waiting for him to speak again.

"Ay yo, wanna hear a story?" Cter opened one eye once again.

"yeah, sure!" Frisk nodded, retaking that gleeful manor.

"So I'm a sentry in Snowdin Forest, right?" Cter said, and Frisk nodded, listening.

"I sit there all day and wait for a human to come walkin' through." Cter rolled his eyes. "It's hella boring."

"Lucky for me, deep in the forest, there's this big ol' door." Cter put his feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair.

"Now the door itself is locked af, but I like sitting at it and talking to myself about stuff that I plan on doing in those writings you so rudely peeked at." Cter's one open eye narrowed at Frisk, and they nervously scratched the back of their head.

"So one day I'm sitting there, talking and processing, when from behind the door, I hear this voice." Cter closed his eyes, smirking lightly.

"A woman's voice to be exact." He looked to the ceiling. "W-whoa... That sounds really good..!"

"Completely outta no where, right?" Cter laughed lightly, looking to Frisk. "Scared the hell outta me."

"Now uh, I know I seem like a real confident guy, but when it comes to what I write, well... That's real personal. So uh... Like a flustered idiot, I frantically asked how much she heard." Cter smiled lightly, looking to the table.

"She confessed that she'd actually come down here and listen to me speak my ideas because she liked hearing about my story. I could tell from her tone that she was just about as embarrassed about this as I was, but I guess she just wanted to get to know the person who'd given her another story to look into, considering she was running low on anime." Cter glanced to the side.

"So me, still in not the normal cool guy mode, say like an idiot 'You like anime too?!'." Cter scratched the back of his head, embarrassed by his actions.

"Now, ya ever see that movie Step Brothers? Ya know, the one with Will Ferrel and that other guy?" Cter arched a brow at Frisk, who nodded after a moment.

"Well, it was a lot like that one scene where they're like 'Did we just become best friends?!'." Cter laughed lightly, Frisk smiling at the story.

"We ended up siting there, talking about animes and fanfictions and fandoms for hours, like total losers." Cter winked one eye shut, smirking.

"But eventually, I had to go home. Chara gets antsy without their bedtime story."

"You read them a bedtime story?" Frisk asked, confused.

"Well, I try to. And they get really mad. And I think it's hysterical." Cter said, and Frisk ran a hand down their face, sighing.

"Ooooof course you do..."

"But we agreed to meet there tomorrow at the same time. And talk about the same crap. And have more fun then we had yesterday." Cter smiled lightly.

"Now uh... To be honest, kid, I'd been feelin' a little down myself. Alone, like I didn't have anyone to talk to." Cter glanced to the side, eyes narrowing as memories of that flower resurfaced.

"But uh... Talking to her made it a little better. It's a time a' day where I can forget all that other crap and just... Be myself." Cter said, smiling lightly as he still looked to the side.

"After what happened awhile back... I feel like people expect a certain amount of... I dunno, not what I am of me." Cter looked down, frowning lightly.

"But anyway." Cter looked up, grin coming back. "One day, I uh... I noticed she was being kinda quiet." Cter looked to the side, grin faltering slightly.

"I asked her what was wrong, and she got kinda weird on me." Frisk listened intently, clearly wrapped up in the story as worry now clouded their expression.

"If a human ever comes through this door... Please, please promise me something." Cter looked back to the ceiling, hands buried in his pockets.

"Please... Watch over them, keep them safe. I-I know that's a lot to ask but... Please..." Frisk's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Now, I really hate making promises. Like, it's pretty up there on my top ten 'lol f#ck that thing' list." Cter smirked, looking back to Frisk with his left eye, right closed.

"But this lady, after all the stuff she helped me through, well... how could I say no?" Cter shrugged, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"Funny, I don't even know her name. Then again, a lotta people like me without knowin' my name." Cter looked to the side, expression straightening to blankness.

"Do you get what I'm saying here?" Cter took his feet down from the table before he looked to Frisk with a surprisingly serious expression.

"Friendo... Do you have any idea what would'a happened if I hadn't made that promise? If she'd kept quiet?" Frisk listened curiously, recoiling as Cter grinned, hair covering his eyes as he stared at them with a darker look than they'd seem him ever make.

Silence overtook the area.

" Y_o_u_'_d_B_e_A_C_o_r_p_s_e_I_n_T_h_e_S_n_o_w_._"

Frisk recoiled, eyes widening in fear as they felt their heart begin to race.

That expression Cter was wearing. The lack of hesitation in his words.

He... He really meant it. He would've executed them without a second thought..!

"I can tell from your expression that I was kidding." Cter took back his joking demeanor, Frisk sighing in relief as that grin shrunk back to the joking one they'd come to know.

"Besides, I've done a great job protectin' ya." Cter said, shrugging with his hands in his pockets. "I mean, look at yourself. You haven't died once." Cter winked his right eye shut.

Frisk frowned in minor irritation, first remembering that attack from Monster Kid, then multiple other incidents that had taken place due to people such as the Royal Guards and Muffet.

"Hey, what up with that expression?" Cter tilted his head to the side. "Am I wrong..?"

Frisk quickly shook their head, eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"... Heh." Cter closed his eyes, standing from his chair and beginning to walk towards the other corner of the room.

"Take care'a yourself, kid." Cter stopped, hands in his pockets and back to Frisk, who looked up in surprise.

"'Cause somebody out there really cares about you." He didn't turn around to say that, but Frisk smiled anyway, watching Cter disappear into the shadows.

"..." Frisk smiled lightly, placing a hand over the soul on their chest.

*remembering old friends fills you with DETERMINATION.


So this chapter showed some more of Cter's shenanigans. Mostly because I just hate everything in Hotland other than the Mettaton EX and Muffet fights.

Anyway, it's almost here. Next chapter is Napstabot EX, Judgement, and Undyne. And... I dunno, maybe more? I can never really gauge how much'll end up in one chapter.

Until then, please Favorite, Follow, and Review.

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