A/N: Yeah, I know, sad excuse for a chapter when I haven't posted in like, ages. But well... let's just say the holidays were much busier than I thought.

Side note, my parents have been getting on me about school, so I guess more studying= less writing? Unless I like, write in Chinese or something, I'm pretty sure my revision isn't gonna be doubling as writing practice... so... yeah... but on the bright side, my writer's block seems to be vanishing(although it's there like, 69% of the time...), so if school is kind, I'll get to write more...?

Interlude: Watching

Watching.

I've been watching. Watching as the demon slaughtered my people, watching as it dusted my kin, again and again. All these years... I've been watching. But I always had this feeling, this feeling as if I was missing one very crucial detail.

And without that detail, I was never truly able to do what my kin had tried to.

Sure, many had praised me for my help in evacuation; but even as I ferried folks from place to place, hoping to evade the demon, I knew—I knew it would find us anyway.

And yet I stayed quiet, continuing to evacuate the innocent when I should have been fighting.

However, this has given me invaluable time to study the demon's very nature.

This was one thing that I comforted myself with; the fact that I wasn't idly watching while the demon destroyed everything, but rather that I was studying it. After all, I was one of the only monsters in the underground who was learned in demonology.

My earliest works as a scientist were actually studies on human culture. It was I who deduced that "anime", which most others found to be cartoons of purely entertainment purposes, actually contained treasure troves of information of the modern day human, provided one knew how to separate fictional creations to those the humans actually used in real life. For instance, it was anime that first gave monster kind a glimpse of a "car", which I proposed was a real transportation mechanism that the actual humans used in daily life. This proposal was met with a room full of hysterics until one day, an actual car fell down into the garbage dump.

As the leading scientist in the study of human culture, it wasn't long before a human book on demonology was brought into my hands. Intrigued, I had read it within a day, before my studies were cut short by an unexpected job offer I simply couldn't turn down.

Looking back, maybe that hadn't been the best of choices.

I mean, really. What good could come from experimenting with the dead? A dead human no less?

G... my boss reassured me that it was for science and the greater good, and it was our research that could one day result in the breaking of the barrier, yet... I was... hehe... scared. And well, in light of recent events, maybe my fears were correct after all.

So I've been watching. Watching as my creation slaughtered my people, watching as it dusted my s... skeleton friend, again and again. All these years... I've been watching. But I always had this feeling, this feeling as if I was missing one very crucial detail. Until recently, that is.

Until recently, Sans was the only one who ever posed a challenge to the demon at all. Until recently, Sans was the only one who understood the demon at all. But that's going to change. Because this time, I managed to get close enough to catch a glimpse of its eyes. And in its eyes, I found the one thing I've been missing; the one thing that Sans had understood, and the one thing that allowed him to face the demon as an equal. Because they were just like him...

There was nothing inside.

~A.H.

A/N: A.H. , huh? Wonder who that could be... ;)