The insignias on their emblems that were worn so proudly on the shiny emblems studded on their uniforms read out there letters:

AMC.

Sans looked up, both his eyes blazing, orange and blue light gathering in his right and left eye sockets respectively, as beams started to charge up and almost fired-

Almost.

Had Gaster not raise his hand and forced the Blasters to retreat, all instructions carried on by the former master now overridden by their creator. The shorter looked at his father in shock, communicating via telepathy:

they killed me and pap. who knows how many others. if anything, they deserve to die*

That's Kreller you're angry at. Not these people. They were forces into this war willingly, they were literally drafted and taken away from their own families who are innocent. Won't this be doing what he did to us too?

Sans sighed, knowing the battle of words was long lost due to his father's amazing skill at persuasion, and glared at the floor.

Chara was still lying down, unfazed by the fact that one of the Blasters had basically melted out of existence right in front of her own eyes. Frisk tried to get her to sit up, to no avail as the red-eyed girl refused to even budge.

How rude.

Gaster laughs, the humans staring at him warily.

"Don't worry, I know you all were drafted here forcefully. Just let us pass and we'll not spill any blood today." His voice was commanding and clear, and had it not been for his skinny frame, he would have passed off as a general, perhaps maybe even a Ruler.

The humans parted quickly, eyes wide and terrified knowing what Sans could do, one even bowing to him as he walked by, getting a snicker out of the big-boned skeleton. They saw the bodies recovered at the forest. They knew.

And they chose the easy way out, surprisingly. Maybe not all humans were like Chara, but that still didn't mean he wouldn't be suspicious of each and every one of them.

"Watch where you're going, Smiley Trashbag. You might get your 1 HoPe down to zero just by walking into one of them." Chara laughed, following closely behind Sans.

Ugh, that kid was a nuisance, to be honest.

"Ah! There it is!" Frisk gestured frantically at the giant machine, twice their size, that rested in the next room.

Sans wouldn't call it giant, even if it did occupy most of the room, but hey, his "Ultra" mode could turn himself into a beast twice the size of that damn God of Hyperdeath the Prince seemed to like so much...

Speaking if Asriel, where was he? He hoped the flower hadn't died yet, that would be a huge bummer and a hindrance in their plans.

Chuckling, Gaster said, "It's grown at least twice it's size when I left! Dr. Alphys, did you really use it that much?" Alphys blushed and stuttered out a quick answer Frisk was too busy to hear.

Analysing the side of the machine, the could find...

A bomb. One of those HellFire explosives, turned into a portable device and that, alone, could cause a nuclear explosion in this base...

"Run" was all she got out of her mouth, as the other words died out when she saw the 5-second timer counting down.

"RUN!" She cried out, shoving the others out of the cramped room, trying to lock the door from behind them, only to realize that the door would do little to nothing in terms of stopping the devastating blast. Blanching, Frisk thought sullenly. This is the end. We'll all die, hated by humanity.

But she felt her arm being taken ahold of by a boney hand that gripped it so tightly the bone should have broken, and she felt her insides churning once again as she was whisked away to another plane, another stamp in this timeline.

They were all out safely, Sans taking the initiative to teleport everyone out of the building, even though he himself didn't see why he had to.

Until the top floor of the building exploded in a show of fire, the heat literally sucking the oxygen out of their lungs despite how far away they were.

Frisk felt a pang of sadness for all the soldiers in that facility, forced to leave their peaceful lives only to die trapped in a building they couldn't escape from.

Gaster noticed the human's sadness and gasped, as if remembering something. Snapping his fingers, he effectively teleported all the soldiers to them, their uniforms slightly charred, but relatively okay in terms of health.

Chara would have laughed at their faces if not for the intense situation they were just in.

The entire facility had imploded, all the walls and construction having been sucked into some kind of wormhole, before being expelled in huge chunks as debris could be seen hurling through the sky in blazing fires.

Frisk blanched. If not for Sans, they would probably be mere dust floating in the air now.

"This conplicates things" a voice cut through the air.

"Without the machine, we'll have to substitute it with the power of six human SOULs. According to my estimations, the amount of timelines I have researched are miraculously equal to the amount the past six have made and erased. In other words, we could have avoided all of this to begin with." Gaster said calmly, yet receiving a slap on his arm from Toriel, Chara and Frisk.

"What?" He defended, acting innocent. The children rolled their eyes while Toriel gave him that look, you know.

Goat Mom was scary when she wanted to be.

The humans watched from their group, perplexed and cautious of their saviours. Sans approached with a Gaster Blaster trailing closely behind, having been snapped back into existence while teleporting to ensure their landing would be a safe one.

"So, you all were innocent?" He chuckles darkly, left eye flashing dangerously for all but a second, his hand almost ripped out of his pockets as it was enveloped in blue flames. The humans cowered under his stern glare, and one of them- the leader, he had assumed from the rank on his uniform where the others did not- nodded rapidly, eyes shifty and aware of the skeleton.

Sans struggles to hold back a snigger as he enjoyed the way how the soldiers tripped over their feet in fear. Sure, the underground had feared him, or as he should say, his clone, but they didn't show it because they knew he was too caring to hurt anyone. But now, this was war.

"Ok. I'll let you guys go." He says, going back to his nornal look, happy grin and all that. "But I have a proposition for you all, if you would be interested." He scanned their total manpower. Around a couple hundreds were in front of him, only proving that the base they had more or less infiltrated had been an enemy fortress, one of high value too, judging from how well the troops were armed.

"Would you like to work with us? As in, start a rebellion?" Sans questions, and he awaits the group's final decision as they bivker and quarrel about themselves albeit quietly, and it is not before 10 minutes that the leader steps out, his face once a stern and serious expression that now melted into fear and panic as Sans looked at him. He killed around 300. The soldier realizes. My friends. My second family from another home. He is filled with rage on realizing this, but he is smart to not act based on this, knowing well what he could get everyone into. And he would not allow anymore to die.

Shaking himself out of his thought process, he steels his nerves, seeing that the rest of the monsters were now listening attentively. Gulping, he says, "Ok"

Sans could have sworn his grin get more vicious, feral even.

Killing them with their own species. This was going to be fun.

-Meanwhile-

"Why?" The man chokes on his own blood, as he desperately tries to pull out the blade lodged 4 inches into his chest. Not long enough to pierce his heart, yet long enough to ensure a long and painful death.

"Why?Why?" Kreller laughs maniacally, eyes focused on the pained man in front of him, whose office was now filled with the blood of his, once alive, bodyguards.

The soldiers at the general's side leveled their rifles to the man's head, ready to fire.

"Because you can't rule over us. In fact, you are the most stupid human I have ever met. You should have been executed just for implementing that foolish policy on sparing the monsters." Kreller's gaze hardened on the poor man in front of him.

"So long, Mr. President." He snarled, and as if on cue, the rifles opened fire on the defenseless former president.

The dead body slumped to the floor, eyes now a pasty white as blood slowly leaked out of the wounds that adorned his body.

Kreller looked around the room, eyes back to a normal, more composed look, as if he had been driven into a short fit of insanity, yet nonetheless dangerous by itself. The room was stained with blood, and corpses were strewn all over the room, tongues lolling out of their mouths.

Those who had survived were going to be either sent to the firing lines as target practice, or were going to be sent to the labs to be experimented on.

The monsters had no chance of winning this damn war, Gaster on their side or not, if his plan worked.

After all, the world was his now. Who could stop him?

A/N: Kept you waiting, huh? (If you understand that reference then good for you)