So, most of the stuff in this chapter was originally going to be in previous ones, but Snowdin was supposed to end in Chapter 6. So as you can tell, I suck at keeping with my plan. But I don't care. Also make sure you read the end note. Thanks!
Anyways, onwards! Chapter 8 awaits!
Mettaton paled at what the kid said. Undyne, here? Already? He didn't expect to face her till they reached Waterfall. Normally, this would be a great thing! But Sans was here, and even though the two weren't "besties," Sans was very persuasive. Especially in battle.
"Well, let's go." Frisk told the two, who were extremely shocked. Neither seemed to move, and it required Frisk to physically pull on the two's arms in order to get them to come outside.
Once outside, the two got their first look of Undyne. She wore her normal armor, for she didn't think it would be a very hard fight. These two had nowhere near enough determination to RESET, as Sans explained it to her once. The humans would be done soon, and the two will be more than sufficient. Frisk has proven their trust.
Mettaton watched in horror as the two got ever closer to Undyne, seeming more curious than terrified. They finally stopped about thirty feet away from her, staring in awe.
"Humans!" Undyne boomed. "It is time for you to give up your SOULs! Hand them over, or I'll have to resort to violence!" she laughed, and her electric spears appeared behind her, their points aimed straight for the humans' hearts.
"Undyne!" Mettaton called out, hoping to bring her attention to him. It worked. She turned her head and stared at Mettaton with a wide grin.
"Ah, if it isn't old Metta! You hanging with these humans? They cool?" Undyne asked.
Mettaton did some quick thinking, before saying, "NO! They killed monsters in the RUINS! They killed so many monsters! Take their SOULs!"
The humans looked at Mettaton in both disgust and confusion, before Undyne called back their attention.
"So, humans," her voice now deep and quiet. "You thought killing our kind was just some fun and games? That they aren't real people?"
"No! Mettaton is lying!" Mary cried, but unfortunately for her, she had little to no basis for that claim. Undyne would obviously be biased towards her own kind rather than two humans who were just accused of genocide.
Undyne even had to emphasize this note by stating, "Oh yeah? Then where's your proof? You have no proof that you didn't!"
Sans, who had followed them out and have been silently waiting, finally spoke up, "Yeah, one of my sources say that you killed the Queen, who'd been hiding out there."
Sans tried to act calm, but honestly, he was furious. He wasn't sure whether or not the humans truly were genocidal, but now the evidence proves against them, and his judgement could not be waived.
"Well then! Frisk," Undyne said, finally acknowledging the young child, "beat it. Let me take care of these monster murderers.
Adam and Mary looked at Frisk, silently begging for mercy. If anyone could wavier Undyne's opinion, it was the diplomatic, not violent child.
The child smiled, "With pleasure," then skipped off into Waterfall.
Adam and Mary were, to say the least, pissed.
And terrified.
And the Oh-no-this-monster-is-going-to-rid-my-organs-out-and-fling-them-into-the-abyss-and-use-our-souls-to-get-back-to-the-surface feeling. Classic.
Undyne flung her first volley of spears, which Adam and Mary quickly ran away from. Undyne attempted to swing a spear in Mary's direction, but she fell flat on the ground and spear swung above her.
Suddenly, a weird feeling occurred in the two. They both felt their souls change and contort, as if they were changing the very fabric of their souls. Adam looked down at where his heart should be, and instead of a red-beating heart inside of him, a heart-shaped object floating just in front of his chest. It shone a poison green color, and it beat as every heart did, but this one felt more powerful, more important, and definitely more vulnerable.
Adam looked up just in time to see a blue spear head straight for him. He instinctively put his arms up, which wouldn't have stopped the spear. Lucky for him, a shield appeared in front of him. It was like a green force field that resonated from his soul, and the spear vaporized upon impact.
"Cool," he whispered to himself, and he saw that Mary had a similar shield, and was blocking spears from all directions. While he was distracted, however, a spear hit his leg, which caused him to fall. Looking around, he saw spears coming from all directions, while Undyne simply summoned more. Soon, Mary fell to her knees to, but she had no wound. It was as if they couldn't move while they had these green souls…
"You'll never escape me! Not while you're green at least!" Undyne called, as she lazily flung spears at the two humans. Other monsters had gathered to witness the battle, while Mettaton watched in both excitement and fear. If Undyne beat them, they would have two human SOULs, on to break the barrier with the other six, and one for Mettaton, where he could go and perform for all the humans of the earth.
"Mary! How do we not become green again?" Adam called out. Maybe she had an idea? Even when he thought about, that was quite stupid. She was about as clueless as he himself was.
"I don't know! Maybe we need to face the fear head o-AH!" Mary started but was abruptly cut off by her soul turning to a red color, then a spear that nearly impaled her. Now that she could move, she ran off into Waterfall, Undyne close behind her. Adam also turned back to a normal red, beating heart, which fell back into his chest. He raced after the two.
Sans walked home silently, opening the door and grabbing a ketchup bottle. Well, it wasn't necessarily his home anymore, but it still had all the ridiculous things the two brothers had acquired; the flag outside, the super tall sink, the abandoned sock, and of course Sans' pet rock. He always forgot to feed it.
Sans highly doubted Papyrus had lived here since he was announced leader of the Royal Guard. According to his secretary, Papyrus lived in a high-end loft apartment in New Home, where the rest of the businesses and rich monsters resided. Sans' room was directly in the castle, something Papyrus seemed bent on getting.
So it was to his surprise when the door opened and the tall skeleton walked in. Papyrus looked at Sans for a minute, before sighing and saying, "What are you doing, brother?"
Sans was initially surprised to hear how disappointed Papyrus was.
"Just drinking," Sans said. Papyrus continued to look at his brother in what seemed like a cross between pity and disgust.
"I highly doubt that condiments can substitute as a qualified drinking substance, Sans. Perhaps meeting some new people in the city, who are more civilized than this backwoods town, could help." Papyrus said.
"So our first home, where we grew up, where we started, where we lived for years, that's just a 'backwoods town' now, eh?" Sans said. His anger was only increasing.
"The past matters little anymore. The fact is that you need to set an example as an heir, while instead you just seem to be chugging ketchup at the local bar. Don't you have any standards?" Papyrus asked.
Sans lightly chuckled. He had a quick flashback of Papyrus' more egotistical yet innocent side, where he would boast about his standards, which contained mostly of the ability to cook a certain pasta dish.
"Of course, bro. My standards are someone who knows how to live." He said.
"So not you." Papyrus said coldly. Damn, that was harsh.
"Oh, so you, living up in your high-end apartment with no friends and no family is better than what we had before?" Sans retorted.
"Well, it's better than when I was a naïve child and when you were a lazy pile of bones!" Papyrus yelled.
"Well, at least I did things. You have no idea what happened to you in previous timelines, where you were killed. You don't know how much that put on me, how much it still puts on me!" Sans yelled back.
"Liar! These things can't have happened! So what if I died! It'd take a lot of effort off you wouldn't it, you lazy pile of nothing!?" Papyrus said, the last sentence with so much sarcasm Sans nearly exploded. Instead, he tried to stay silent and calm down. But Papyrus kept on talking.
"You've never done anything! You have no motivation! You're so worked up over how I do rather than yourself, probably because you think I needed it! Like I need help! You're the one who needs it, Sans! You've lost your priorities, helping these worthless humans! Stick with us, and we'll destroy the humans!"
Sans couldn't take it anymore. "I thought you said the past didn't matter! Just making sure your fucking schedule wasn't ruined by your lazy ass brother is important, huh?" he yelled.
"No brother of mine would say things like that, Sans!" Papyrus screeched.
"Well maybe I don't want to be your brother anymore!"
Silence. The two stopped immediately, and Papyrus' expression turned from extremely angry to very somber. "I.. only… wanted to help," he said in barely a whisper, before bolting out the door and into the woods.
Sans would have chased after him, but he was too mad and too exhausted. So instead, he plopped on the floor and cried, as his last joy left his life, running away from what he considered a problem, and as a dark force threatening to destroy them all only drew nearer.
Sorry for the SUPER long wait. School has started up, and with Cross Country and Chess club meeting nearly every single day, I only have the weekends to write. But this weekend is three days, so this chapter should be up, and maybe one more.
As you can tell, this chapter is a lot shorter than normal. I can't promise this, but I may be able to do quicker uploads if I do 2,000 word chapters instead of 3,000 plus. This would mean FAR more chapters, and probably less wait time between each one. Again, can't confirm that, but let me know what you all think.
Also, I have changed the rating to M (in case you didn't know) because of some of the language. I don't know if the language I have used so far (hell, shit, things like that) are okay for T or not. I'm super new, and I need all the help I can get. Please let me know. That is the only thing I can think of that's going to happen, other than of course violence and maybe some descriptive gore.
Finally, I have some new ideas in the works for stories, including one where Chara and Frisk go through the underground together, and one where its Frisk on the surface and Chara follows them as a ghost (they'd go to school, do sports, make friends, really not many conflicts, more of just a "free" story. Let me know whether or not those sound like good ideas, but right now I'm trying to finish this one before I venture on, but if those ideas sound more appealing than THIS one, let me know. I need every bit of criticism or opinions that I can get. We also passed 500 views! What an amazing milestone! I thank you all for everyone whose read this, whether they liked it or not, and I especially thank you all who think this story is worth favoriting, following, or reviewing. You all mean so much, even though I don't know you all.
As always, thanks for reading, and I'll see you all later!
