A/N: Hey, guys! Here's another chapter for you. I've done something a little different, and put the beginning in Sans POV. If you like his POV in the story, please tell me, as I can't read minds! Also, so that I know if you guys read the A/N, please guess what age Frisk is. I don't think I've said, yet. I'll reveal it in the next chapter. Anyway, usual disclaimer of I don't own Undertale. Enjoy the story!
Chapter Seventeen
Sans strode through the snowy forest, a scowl on his face. It had been a week since he had woken up and realized that someone had Reset the Timeline. Again. He slowed as he neared his destination: the door leading to the Ruins. He looked up, swirls of snow drifting past him. He stopped suddenly as he realized the big purple door was opening.
Quickly, Sans hid behind a tree, watching intently as the human stepped out into the snow, her face troubled. Sans corrected himself with an inaudible growl. Not human, he thought. She's a demon. She killed everyone without batting an eye, remember? He remembered all too well, and felt his eyes dim as he stared silently at the girl as she walked past.
She looked worried about something, and for a moment Sans wondered what she was thinking about. He shook those thoughts out of his head, however. She's a demon. I shouldn't even think like that. She probably is worried about how many times I'll kill her this time, or something. After all, I know what she's gonna do. He silently started to follow her, his eyes dark and intense.
The demon paused at the barrier Papyrus had constructed. She was breathing heavily. Sans strode up behind her, hiding in the shadows. "Human," he greeted. The child stiffened before turning around. Relief was evident in her eyes. She held out her hand, probably assuming that Sans would take it like normal.
But Sans didn't care to act normal anymore. At least when it came to this girl. "Or should I say demon?" Sans added, stepping out of the shadows, a frown on his skeletal face. He glared daggers at the child, and she slowly put her hand down, opening her mouth to protest. Sans didn't need to hear it, though. He held up a hand to stall her.
Sans continued on relentlessly, his eye lights coming back, but his face no less deadly. "Look. I don't need to hear it. We both know what's gonna happen. I'm giving you a warning, demon. Do what you will, but if you hurt people, if you kill people like last time, you're gonna have a REALLY bad time, kid." He then brushed past her, striding across the bridge quickly. He heard hesitant footsteps follow, and he sighed wearily. He didn't like giving threats like that, but things had to be different now. They had to be.
He glanced up as Papyrus strode confidently into the clearing, looking mad as a storm. Sans blinked. Oh, right. I forgot about the puzzles I was supposed to do. Welp, shouldn't matter, anyway. She wouldn't care even if Paps tried to get her to walk the plank, like in those pirate movies Undyne likes so much. Sans forced a lazy smile as his bro neared.
"Sans! It's been eleven days, and you haven't recalibrated your puzzles!" Papyrus shouted at him. Sans shrugged, sensing movement behind him. He tried not to show how tense he felt.
"So? I've done a ton of work today, bro. A skele-ton." Sans chuckled as his brother threw his hands in the air in exasperation. No matter how many times the Timeline Reset, that joke never got old.
"Sans! I'm serious! I have to capture a human, so I can fulfill my potential as the newest member of the Royal Guard! And I can't do that when you boondoggle all the time, you lazy-bones!"
Sans yawned, his eyes darkening for a moment. He blinked lazily at his bro, and his eye lights glowed white as he thought up another joke. "Hey, bro? You know what's so great about Snowdin? It's always so cool!" He smiled as Papyrus stamped his foot in frustration at his older brother. "Seriously, though. I'm bone tired, Paps. I'll calibrate them tomorrow, I promise. For now, why don't you hang around your station for a bit? Who knows, maybe a human will show up for you to capture." He watched as Papyrus stormed off, before turning to the demon behind him. Her brown eyes glimmered as she watched Sans warily.
Sans crossed his arms. "Stay away from my brother, demon. Go through Snowdin quickly, and be gone by noon tomorrow. You won't like what happens if you don't heed my warning. Like I've said before, you'd be dead where you stand. So get going." He turned and walked off, leaving the child looking forlorn and worried.
Sans strode into the forest, and was shocked to find his brother waiting not too far away, coming back towards him with a thoughtful expression. Sans put his hands in his pockets, feeling tense. "Hey, bro," he called as Papyrus neared. "I thought I told you to go back to your station?"
Papyrus stopped walking, folding his arms. "I was, but then I remembered that I forgot to tell you something. I met with Undyne not too long ago, when you were busy sleeping at your station." The taller skeleton glared daggers at Sans, who shrugged carelessly.
"What can I say, bro? I felt that staying awake was too cool for me." He chuckled lightly. Papyrus stamped his foot.
"SANS! Now is not the time for your puns! Now, as I was saying, Undyne had some interesting ideas that I'd like to share…" Papyrus's eyes wandered over San's head, and he lost his words. "Brother, what is that, behind you?" Sans turned, tensing slightly at the tone Papyrus had.
There, of course, stood Frisk, looking forlorn and lost. She flinched as Sans glared at her, silent for a moment. He then turned back to his brother. "That's a rock, bro." And, sure enough, there was an innocent-looking rock behind Frisk. Papyrus narrowed his eyes at his shorter brother.
"I know, Sans! I was asking about the person in front of the rock! Is she a new monster? I don't think I've seen her before." His tone was curious.
Sans hesitated. Normally, he would tell the truth. But the last time he'd done that, his dust was spread across the snow. He sighed. Perhaps if the story was different, the demon wouldn't have cause to kill his bro? Besides, he lied to Paps all the time, and it never hurt him. Quite the contrary. "… Yeah, she's from the Capital. One of a kind, I hear. She's here to see what it's like, and to figure out if Snowdin's nice enough to move into." The lies rolled out Sans's mouth like butter, and Papyrus's face softened.
"Oh, I see! Welcome, friend! What's your name?" Papyrus stepped closer, and Sans stiffened, wary eyes on the demon.
She swallowed, looking confusedly at Sans before meeting Papyrus's warm gaze. "I'm Frisk," she stammered. "I'm just passing through, actually." She shared a meaningful glance with Sans, who narrowed his gaze untrustingly.
Papyrus shook his head. "Nonsense, Frisk! Stay, as you're more than welcome in our humble town. And, if you need any help, just ask for the Great Papyrus! I will come to your aid! Ooh, but look at the time! I should really be fixing my puzzles! See you later, friend!" Papyrus turned, nodded at his brother, and hurried on, presumably to calibrate his puzzles.
Sans glared at Frisk silently, before following his brother. He heard the demon mumble something, but didn't care enough to make out the words. He strode quickly through the forest, until he found his brother, who was tampering with the "invisible maze" project he'd been working on recently.
Sans strolled up to his brother, chewing on his words. "So… What do you think of our new, uh, 'friend,' Paps?" He casually glanced at his brother, who scowled at the blue orb that he was tinkering with. He glanced up at Sans, his gaze turning pleasant for a moment, before turning back to his project.
"I think she's very friendly, if a bit timid! However, she was probably just too amazed at meeting the Great Papyrus to be social. What do you think of her? I saw you giving her a weird look, brother. Have you two met before?" His voice was slightly distant, and his eyes glowed slightly orange as he spilled some of his magic into the orb.
Sans hesitated. "You could say that, sure. But, there's something I gotta tell you about this new girl." His voice was serious, urgent. Papyrus looked up, surprised.
"What is it, brother? You seem troubled. Do not worry, the Great Papyrus shall help you!" He smiled at Sans, who smiled distractedly back.
"Thanks, bro. Good to know you have my spine. But, uh, about this girl… You gotta stay away from her. She's… She's dangerous. She's hurt people before, and I don't want you to…" He wanted to say get hurt, too but he couldn't. He deflated. "… to hang around someone like that," he finished lamely. Papyrus shot him a worried glance.
"What do you mean, she's dangerous? Why, she looks like she could hardly stand, let alone hurt someone! She looks afraid of even you, and we both know you're not exactly frightening." Papyrus stood up, forgetting the orb. "What do you have against that poor girl, brother?"
Sans crossed his arms. "She really is dangerous, bro. Trust me, I've seen her hurt people, and I couldn't do a thing about it. You can't be around someone like that. Please, Paps. Just… just be careful, and don't go near her, alright?" His voice pleaded as he turned white eye-lights upon his brother, who stubbornly put his mitted hands on his hips.
"I don't see this monster-child hurting anyone, I really don't! You probably just dreamed the whole thing up, lazybones. I saw the look she gave you. She's afraid of you, I can tell, and I've only met her once! She's far from home, and you tell me to stay away from her, that she's dangerous? What's gotten into you, brother?" Papyrus worriedly studied his skeleton brother's face.
Sans turned away, frustrated. "You're so stubborn, Papyrus! Can't you see, she's hurt people! Badly! I don't want you to get hurt, too, Paps." His eyes stung with unshed tears. "You're my brother. I don't want you to see what she's done, I don't want you to experience that."
Papyrus leaned close, studying San's face. "Oh, dear, you're upset, aren't you? I'm sorry, brother, but you're not going to dissuade me. She's a nice girl, I'm sure. Maybe you just need to spend more time with her to see that. For now, go home and feed your pet rock. You're in a mood, and you need time to cool down. I'll finish my puzzle, and then I'll come home and we can have Nice Cream tonight after dinner. How's that sound?"
Sans nodded, not sure he could say anything more without breaking down. He trudged past Papyrus, deciding to go for a walk before going back to town. He walked through the trees, relishing in the snow that brushed his face as his mind raced.
His brother was adamant that the demon was nice. But then again, he'd only met the girl once. As reluctant as he was, he kept coming to the same conclusion as he strolled among the snowy evergreens. His brother had to meet the demon a few more times, see what she's like. He pushed through the snow, heading back to the puzzle part of the forest. If he hurried, he might just meet them…
Sans marched into the clearing, and came face to face with the trap-ridden bridge that was so familiar to him. His brother's back was to him, and a small yet familiar figure was just coming to the bridge. Ah, so the demon was this close to town already? Sans breathed in deeply, feeling tense as the familiar blue and pink sweater drew near.
Sans could see more dust on the girl than before. Not quite as much dust as last time, though, he noted. He may not remember everything, but the first portion, where Frisk and Papyrus played their games, was one of the parts he remembered, even if the memories were a bit dark and blurred at the edges.
Papyrus called out to Frisk suddenly, making Sans jump as his brother's voice rang out across the cavern. "Child! This is the Final Puzzle! The most death-defying puzzle I have ever created!"
He pushed a button, and the weapons were revealed. Sans stared at the fluffy puppy that hang from the ceiling. "Behold! Spikes, blades, fire, and spears, all on a rickety bridge that floats high above a dangerous precipice! A true gauntlet of deadly terror!" He hesitated. "When I press this button… The weapons will fly free, swinging and sawing. There will only be a slim window of surviving this onslaught." His voice trembled slightly.
Frisk's eyes were wide, but the terror there was superficial, and Sans thought he heard her muttering under her breath. The air around her trembled slightly. Sans wondered whether the physical plane, the earth-bones of this world, could feel the time-anomalies. He sighed, massaging his temples. Thoughts like that gave him a headache. And he had no time to sleep it off right now.
Sans watched, bored, as the spectacle of Papyrus's bridge "puzzle" unfolded. Afterward, Papyrus strode out of the room, glancing questioningly at his brother. Sans smiled at his bro, his eye-lights glowing bright white. Papyrus passed without a word, and Sans turned to glare at the approaching Frisk.
Sans folded his arms, feeling his eye-lights fade. "I'm watching you, demon." Unfolding his arms, Sans walked away, feeling the gaze of the demon lingering as he strode into the familiar forest surrounding his home.
Snowdin's lights, normally very comforting, chilled Sans's bones as he marched into town. He glanced around him, evaluating. Most of the dogs were missing. And Icecap was nowhere to be found. Sans sighed wearily as he made his way to the local bar, drinking in the sights and smells of the warm Grillby's patrons enjoying their food.
Sans took his customary seat at the bar, nodding to the flaming monster as he handed out fries to a bunny-monster that smiled at Sans as she passed. Grillby turned and grabbed a couple bottles of ketchup, setting them down in front of Sans. "I'll be right with you," rumbled the fire-man. "Soon as I get these last monsters served, I'll come and chat. That's ten Gold, by the way."
Sans let a slow smile spread across his face. "Put it on my tab; I'll pay it later." He grabbed one of the ketchups, opened it, and chugged about a fourth of the contents, knowing he'd probably be in the bar for a while.
A few minutes passed, and Sans brooded. Grillby suddenly pulled up a chair, as the dull roar of the bar settled down to a low rumble. "So, I can tell things aren't doing so well, Sans. You usually don't guzzle down a bottle that fast." Indeed, Sans was already on his second bottle of ketchup. "If you aren't careful, you'll drink my whole stock, and then I'll make you foot the bill." His voice was firm, but had a slight undertone of humor that let Sans know that he wasn't serious. Or, at least, not completely. "So. What's wrong now?"
Sans groaned. "Take your pick. Had a fight with Paps, a human crawled out of the Ruins, and I'm stuck trying to juggle Pap's safety and his stubbornness at the same time. I'm gonna need more than two bottles. Just stick the expenses on my tab—I'll pay it later, once this whole affair blows over."
Grillby stood up, going over to the ketchup dispenser he had made especially for Sans. "You fought with Papyrus? Let me guess: It was over the human, wasn't it?" Grillby knew a lot more than he let on. Sans eyed him warily, but let the look go when Grillby slid two more bottles over to him. "Don't drink it all at once; you'll get sick."
Sans drank deeply. "Sorta. He thinks the human's a monster that's just moved in to Snowdin. He's letting the girl solve his puzzles, and seems taken with her." He snorted. "If only he knew," he mumbled into his ketchup bottle. Grillby's flaming face contorted into an expression of confusion.
"That doesn't seem too bad, doesn't it? He seems to have found a new friend, at least. You seem to think differently, though."
Sans shrugged, feeling weary and exasperated. "The human's dangerous. I've told him that. He seems to think she's all kindness and mercy. But she's not, I know her. She's gonna kill him if he keeps playing his games with her. But he's adamant; the girl can do no harm in his eyes." He didn't notice that the rumble of voices had ceased, and the bar was eerily quiet.
Sans felt rage and grief stir deep within him, as he remembered seeing his brother's dust mixed with the snow. "She's gonna kill him, and I can't stop her. I've seen it before, and I can't stop it. I don't want him to die, but he's so stubborn; he's walking into his death like a blind fool. I've tried to tell him, but he doesn't think she'll hurt him. He thinks she's afraid of me, but nothing could make that demon afraid. Nothing could stir that demon's heart. I should know, I tried." His vision was blurred with tears, and he didn't really care that he was babbling everything to Grillby; he didn't care about anything anymore except his memories.
He saw, in his mind's eye, the gold-checked floor of the Judgment Hall. He saw the red of the demon's eyes as she slashed at him, laughing. He heard the sound of bones snapping in and out of existence as she danced with him around the gold battlefield of death.
"Paps thinks he knows the girl. He thinks she's a nice, timid monster. She's anything but. She may be human, but she's a demon at heart. And I can't see his dust in the snow, not again. I don't want her to kill him, even though I know she will." Tears streamed down his face, and his left eye gleamed a soft blue as raw emotion burned in his Soul.
Sans felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see a worried Grillby looking down at him. "Sans, I know you're upset. But there's not much you can do. Papyrus is an adult now, however much you may think otherwise. His choices are his own to make, and your arguments won't do anything to change that skeleton's mind. If he wants to be friends with this human, let him. Maybe he can teach her the error in her ways, who knows? You may be worrying over nothing, my friend. But for now, it's late, and you should get your rest, before Papyrus comes in and yells at you to get back to your station." Grillby chuckled slightly at the memory of young Papyrus bursting in and grabbing Sans from his stool, dragging him out into the cold snow outside.
Sans sniffed, and looked up at Grillby, weariness in his eyes. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it is nothing. But he's still my brother, and I still love him, just the same." He slid down from his stool. He stumbled over to the door, the empty bar echoing with his footsteps. He turned, staring at Grillby with seriousness in his gaze. "If you see a human wearing a striped shirt, don't let her in here, and don't let her hurt anyone, especially you. She's stronger than she looks, remember that." He turned and walked out the door, his Soul heavy.
He trudged home, his thoughts dark. He put a skeletal hand on the doorknob, but hesitated, looking to his right. The foggy area before Waterfall called to him, and he felt torn. He glanced back at the door, his hand tightening on the knob. I should look. What if he's not dead yet, and I could help him? What if the demon decided to spare him? I won't know unless I see for myself. His hand fell from the knob, and he turned away, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he stalked through the fog, nervousness weighing in his Soul.
Sans saw a hole in the endless mist, and hurried toward it, desperate to see again. He burst into the clear patch, and looked about, a worried expression on his skeletal face. A blur of red entered his peripheral vision, and he whipped his skull in that direction. He stiffened, his legs locking as his eye sockets widened in horror. He collapsed to his knees, tears welling in his eyes as he stared at the dust and snow that was the remains of his brother. Here and there among the white powder parts of Papyrus's "battle body" stuck out, and the red scarf he wore around his neck fluttered in the breeze, half-buried.
Sans felt his eyes darken, and he clenched his fists in grief. "Papyrus… No… Paps…" His voice was but a whisper, lost to the wind. He knelt by his brother's dust, and great sobs wracked his body. He let the tears flow, his Soul heavy and dark.
Sans had no idea how long he knelt there, his legs freezing in the snow. He whispered his lament until he was hoarse, and sobbed his grief until his tears ran dry. Finally, he looked up. Somehow, the evening had turned to early morning, and the rustle of the town waking up was heard distantly.
Sans felt rage claw into his Soul in a sudden flood of emotion. His eye flared bright blue as he growled Frisk's name. She did this. The demon killed him. That dirty brother killer. I gave her ample warning. I gave her a second chance, after all she'd done. And she killed Paps. That demon's gonna have a bad time. He stood, trembling with emotion.
He glanced down at the remains of his brother, and hesitated. He saw the red scarf, fluttering sadly in the breeze. He grabbed it, wrapping it around his neck. The thing was way too long for him, hanging around his ankles, but he didn't care. He looked up, seeing a slight footprint in the snow. He chuckled darkly. The demon hadn't covered her tracks; he could follow her easily. Besides, it's not as if he didn't know where she's going to go. He started marching, his eyes dark and deadly. No more second chances. This human is going to die.
Frisk sat with her back to Sans's station, her hair sticky with sweat. She could feel the heat of the Hotlands all around her, and she could hear the whooshing of the steam vents in the distance. Her hands trembled as she sat, and her face was pale with mortification and slight terror. Chara's ghost stood in front of her, hands on her hips. Chara pursed her lips, her red eyes blazing in the orange light.
"Why… why did you kill them? Undyne, Papyrus, all those monsters in Waterfall… None of them deserved their fate. You could have spared them! Papyrus was sparing you, for God's sake! And you killed the poor skeleton!" Frisk's voice trembled with horror as she remembered the expression of shock and terror on the skeleton's face as Chara struck him down with a single hit.
Chara scoffed. Why, it's simple, sis. Their deaths give me power. And, if I can't do genocide, the least I can do is kill as many as I can. After all, you were very vehement that I don't do the same as the last timeline. I listened to you, sis. I just need more power, is all. Hmm… I can feel something different… Can't you feel that? Frisk swallowed, and watched as Chara paced in front of her. Well, no matter. What is done is done, after all. Now, there's no time to waste. Let's get moving, before night falls. I still don't know how Father dims the crystals like that. Magic, maybe? Perhaps you could ask next time we fight him, before we kill him and try to take his Soul, of course.
Frisk felt a nasty taste in her mouth. "Stop that, Chara. I'm not going to let you kill him again. Not this time. I've learned my lesson. Now, get back in here, and let me take over for a while. I'm not going to let you kill everybody in the Hotlands, too." Chara pouted as she faded back into the cage that Frisk had in her mind. Frisk locked the door firmly behind Chara, her mental eyes glaring at her inner demon.
Why not, sis? It's great fun, don't you agree? Now, I don't like it when they scream, as that's quite annoying, but don't tell me the scent of fear isn't intoxicating. Don't you feel excited when your opponent realizes they're outclassed, and the resigned terror comes into their eyes? Chara smiled like a child when Christmas comes early.
Frisk visibly flinched as she stood up. No! That's sadistic! Why would you ever feel like that?! Chara just shook her head at Frisk, her red eyes blazing between the bars of her mental cage.
Sadly, I think you're right. I am sadistic. Her voice sounded soft, genuine. I've been dead for three and a half centuries, you know that? Three-hundred and fifty years to the day. Give or take all the Resets, of course. That's a long time to just sit around and watch as your family tries desperately to avenge your death with more deaths. Add on all the times that weed Reset, as well as the time spent possessing you, and that's even longer. One goes mental after a few decades pass, and I've been dead for way longer than that. Sadistic? No, more like insane. Her voice was low, and she spoke almost to herself, turning her head away. Frisk's eyes bulged.
No, you're not… I didn't mean… You're not crazy! You can still talk like a normal person, and you've adapted well to the nuances of our newer way of speaking! You're not crazy. Maybe I am, though. After all, I'm speaking to a dead girl who's possessed my body, and I can travel through time. Normal girls can't do that, I'm sure. She chuckled nervously, starting to walk across a bridge.
Chara sighed. No, you're not crazy, just different. You have magic, something most humans couldn't even imagine back in my day. You were chosen by Fate to wield powers no normal person could ever dream of possessing. And then you've got me. I kill people to get power, and my goals in… well, not life, but in the afterlife, maybe? Anyways, my goals are to get enough power to be a pure God in this world, manipulating monsters and humans alike before destroying this universe and moving on to the next. That's not mentally healthy goals, I assume. Then again, humanity has changed, and perhaps that's not as inhumane as it would've been in my time.
She lifted her head, looking out into the next area. You're coming up on the scientist's lab, now. I'll be silent while you play your game. Just remember, I'll want to play mine after a while, and I don't play nice or fair. She then fell silent, and Frisk turned her attention outwards, her brown eyes glittering worriedly as she approached the big white building.
Frisk took a deep breath as she opened the metal door. It's show time, she thought ironically. With that, she took a step forward, and shut the door behind her, covering the lab with darkness. She knew where the lights were, however, and started making her way towards them.
Then the bathroom door opened, and Alphys stepped out, switching on the lights. She distractedly took a few steps towards Frisk before looking up, and, upon seeing Frisk, she gasped in surprised delight. "Oh, it's you! I didn't realize that you'd be here so soon! Oh my goodness, I'm not ready! I thought I'd have more time to prepare before I met you!" She settled down, taking a breath. Frisk feigned confusion, her warm brown eyes twinkling in the harsh white light of the lab.
"I'm Dr. Alphys, the Royal Scientist. And you're the human that's been walking around here, aren't you? I've been watching you, with my cameras. I have them set up all throughout the Underground, so that if a human comes through here, I'd see them and warn the king." Alphys paused, catching her breath. "There's, uh, one small little problem to address, I'm afraid," she stuttered uncomfortably. "You see, not every human that fell down here made friends like you. So, uh, the King needed some way of, uh, deterring the mean humans. So, I, uh, made a human-killing robot to help him? It's not as bad as it sounds," she added quickly, as Frisk pretended to be shocked and slightly terrified. "He's… he's not like that now. He's still got the programs, but I tried to take those out. He's, uh… different, now."
Just then, a metallic clang shook the building. Alphys paused, confused. "What was that?" she asked. Frisk pretended to be just as confused as the scientist, and shrugged, shaking her head. Another, louder clang followed, and an almost earth-shattering silence fell on the lab. Alphys, realizing what was happening, gulped, paling visibly. "Uh-oh."
A loud, metallic crash shook the room, and wall-dust filled the air. Frisk coughed, narrowing her eyes and waving her hand to clear the air in front of her. After a few moments, the dust-cloud settled, and Frisk watched as the television-shaped robot wheeled into the room, music playing loudly from a speaker set in its chest. Mettaton had made his dramatic entrance, on cue.
Frisk watched, wide-eyed, as he introduced himself. Then, the multiple-choice questions rolled in. Being a silent-type girl, Frisk was pleased that the robot didn't make her speak. Instead, he pressed a button on his console (chest) and four green lights appeared on the floor, with the letters A, B, C, and D boxed in green squares, and the letters shown in gold light. Frisk figured that she just had to step on the correct box in order to answer. Alphys cowered behind her as she responded to the questions.
The last question threw Frisk for a loop, however. Unlike the other timelines, Mettaton's surprise question was different. Frisk listened, stunned, as Mettaton shouted out the new question through his speaker.
"After that last question, beauties, I have to work out a new one that Alphys would never guess correctly. Ready? What was the first human's favorite fruit?" The answers changed, and Frisk hurriedly looked down, swallowing the shock that she felt. Is he talking about you? She looked at her choices.
There was A: Apple; B: Watermelon; C: Orange; and D: Pear. Chara laughed mentally, her creepy laugh making Frisk inwardly flinch. Well, I hate watermelon, and I'm allergic to pears, so those two are out. Oranges are too sticky and smell disgusting, while apples taste delicious and are easy to clean up. Apple's my favorite, apparently, although I never really thought about it until now. Frisk raised her eyebrows, but stayed silent, stepping on the light that shone on A. The room fell silent, and the light shone gold, telling a relieved Frisk that she had answered correctly.
"Correct. I am afraid I cannot stay. With Alphys giving the answers and you knowing the impossible, I am sure to lose this game. But don't worry, darlings, I will be back. Next time, prepare for more drama, more romance, and more bloodshed! Bye-bye, beauties!" With that, the intelligent computer turned into a rocket and launched into the air, blasting a hole through the lab's ceiling as he took a dramatic exit.
Alphys turned to Frisk. "Well, that was, uh, something." She blinked, looking surprised. "How did you know that about the first human, by the way? I don't think you knew her on the surface, right? She died hundreds of years ago, way before you were born."
Frisk frantically thought up a convincing lie. "Easy," she stammered. "All humans like apples. We grow them in huge orchards because of that. Imagine hundreds of trees, all grouped together, with hundreds of apples on each tree. That's an average orchard." Alphys narrowed her eyes, but said nothing.
"Well, you should probably be going, as I wouldn't want to impede your journey. But, uh, how about I give you my number, and if you ever need any help, you can give me a call, alright? If you want to, I mean." She sounded unsure of herself, timid and reserved. Frisk softened.
"Yeah, that sounds great. Here, put your number in, and that way you know my number, too." She handed her phone to Alphys. She idly wondered why her phone still had all the upgrades Alphys had put on it in a past timeline, but put it out of her mind as the lizard gave her phone back. She pocketed the phone, and prepared for the long journey through the Hotlands.
A/N: Sans is SO mad at Frisk right now! And Chara actually knows she's crazy! I don't know what the cannon time between Chara dying and Frisk falling into the Underground is, if there even is one, so I made that up. If you guys know, feel free to tell me. Anyways, Review Time!
Dragonjek: True, according to the cannon, almost everything was falsehoods. But, I hate the story Chara had in the game, so I made one up for her. I din't like that she poisoned herself, or whatever the game said she did to kill herself, so a monster poisoned her, she died, and she hates both monsters and humans now. Or, at least, that's the basics. She's left out a few details because she has secrets she doesn't want Frisk to know. And, I didn't realize that Shyren's Cousin was an amalgamate. Oops, I'll probably change that to Undyne's dad or something. As for the amalgamates, well, let's just say that Chara, while a ghost, hasn't been everywhere in the Underground, and Frisk has kept a lot of things under wraps around Chara. Chara killed the poor monster by pushing a rock onto her head. Ghosts can affect their environment, but can't talk to the living. Only humans can see ghosts, with two exceptions: Other ghosts (corporeal or not) and Alphys, who learned from the sorta-dead amalgamates. Anyways, Chara pushed the rock onto the monster, killing them. But, since she technically had no direct effect on the monster's death (they died from the environment, technically) she didn't gain any LV. She's using Frisk to gain LV, as that's the only way she gets more power.
Anyways, thanks again for reading this, and have a great day (or night, whichever)!
