Bonnie couldn't believe what she was staring at, but there it was. She was surrounded by cats with black hair, all wearing clothing, and all fawning over her as a skeleton in a blue jacket and light blue slippers was sitting on a chair nearby, munching on what appeared to be a hot dog. And all of this in the shadow of an enormous statue of said cats, with a large blush mushroom monster of some kind standing in front of it as well as Bonnie stared in shock, just taking everything in.
"heya, kid. how are you?"
"Where...am I?" Bonnie muttered as she rose up, cringing as she looked down at the red marks on her exposed arms, her jacket having been taken off. "Where's my jacket?"
"Tem had to spruce up! It all dirty." One of the "Temmies" remarked, holding up her jacket and her little satchel she had tucked away inside of it, a gift from the Lewises. Made of poly-carbon fiber, it was unbreakable, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she looked the contents over. Phew. All still there. "You SO cute in widdle hat!"
"Um...thank you kindly." Bonnie said with a shrug as she approached the statue, looking it over. It read, on the bottom, in big old stony letters, "Statue of Tem. Very famus. VERY!" With lots and lots of exclamation points. Looking down at the blue mushroom, she pointed at the statue. "So, um...these things are called...Temmies?"
"...hmm." The mushroom being said, its large cap tilted down as it tilted its head side to side...and then began to do a dance as odd music began to echo through the cavern. Bonnie blinked in surprise at this as it began to move back and forth rhymically. "Mushroom Dance. Mushroom Dance. What-ever-could-it-mean?" It sang out.
And then it stopped, its "head" flipping up, squinted eyes glaring intensely at her.
"It means you've lived a life of sin. Don't talk to me." It said coldly, popping its head back down as Bonnie stepped away, seeing an all-too-familiar flower pop up next to him.
"So! Done it yet?"
"Not yet, no." Bonnie remarked as the flower that had been Asriel looked over at the mushroom, the mushroom doing another little jig.
"Don't you normally dance to express your pain at feeling trapped and helpless?"
"Yes."
"...your body is a cage." The flower murmured. "Hopeless...alone. Unable to reach the surface. Unable to see a new dawn. And you struggle uselessly." "Flowey" murmured softly as his petals curled about, the Mushroom Man nodding.
"Yes. My dance symbolizes my inner torment. My struggle to escape. But to no avail. My life is pain."
"...well, then..." Flowey remarked, closing his eyes as he and the mushroom began to groove back and forth. "Mushroom Dance. Mushroom Dance. What-ever-could-it-mean? Mushroom Dance. Mushroom Dance. What-ever-could-it-mean?"
Bonnie inwardly cringed at this. The faint echo of real pain underlying the former Prince's words hit hard inside her heart as the skeleton walked over to her, one eye faintly glowing with a soft blue hue as she could feel an odd tingling sensation rising up the back of her neck.
"well, well, well. where'd you get that LOVE, kiddo?" He asked.
"L-Love?" Bonnie asked, frowning. "Whaddya mean?"
"see, when you kill something, you gain EXP. That's an acronym for "Execution Points", a way of quantifying the pain you inflicted on others. when you get enough EXP, your LOVE increases. LOVE, too, is an acronym. it means "Level of Violence". a way of measuring someone's capacity to hurt." The low-voiced said, its tone somber and reflective...and faintly judgmental. "the more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. the more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. and the more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others." He told her. "and I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. nice to meet you."
"I'm Bonnie Hatfield-McCoy. But can you tell me how do you know these things even exist?" Bonnie asked as she folded her arms over her chest. "Sounds like a load of malarky to me."
"my brother Gaster discovered them through...RESEARCH." Sans mumbled. "humans sealed us away over a millenia ago and he was still the Royal Scientist then, doing different experiments on the nature of the Soul for the King and Queen."
"How many kids did he kill?" She asked, Sans's eyes widening as she looked squarely at him, and now HE felt a shudder rising off of him. "You've got the eyes of a killer, skeleton. I can see into your soul." She whispered, and it seemed as though the entire cavern was now dead silent, all the Temmies stepping away as Bonnie jabbed an accusatory finger into Sans's portly frame. "How many have you killed?"
"two." He muttered. "the first I caught by surprise. all she had was a ribbon, really. Didn't stand a chance. and the second one was this asian girl I got into a fight with and then I convinced her to stop and..." He bit his lack of lips and closed his eyes, his mouth a taut line. "i snapped her neck. I so...so badly wanted to get souls to get us out. to break the barrier."
"and you think that excuses you murdering a kid? You think that makes you a big man, killing people who can barely fight back?" Bonnie growled.
"why do YOU have LOVE?" Sans demanded.
"I accidentally killed a baby chick." She said, Sans seeing the look of pain on her face that flashed across it.
"how'd that happen?" Sans asked, snapping his fingers as Tem the Shop Keeper brought over some hot chocolate for the two, Bonnie taking it and rejecting the obvious painted cardboard chips that came with it as she and the tubby skeleton sat on a bench of stone underneath a painting of a Temmie riding on a dragon.
"It'd been pushed out of its nest but-but it wasn't dead." Bonnie mumbled as she sipped on the hot chocolate, quietly staring into the cup as the brownness swirled about. "I felt awful, wanted to do SOMETHING. So I put it in my pocket and I was bringing it home but by the time I got there, it...it had died. My pocket suffocated it, I think." She managed to squeak out. "All because a cuckoo chick pushed it out. And I was so, so angry. I wanted to go and shoot that chick out of the nest for what it did for a long time, because it didn't seem right that something so little and cute had to die just for some big jerk to be happy."
Sans was silent for a long time. He just sipped the hot chocolate, and then quietly sighed as he looked at her. REALLY looked at her.
"how old were you?"
"...I dunno. Six, I think."
"you're far too old in your eyes to be thirteen, I'll tell you that." Sans said. "your body is unusual, kid. It's like a living SAVE. If I had to guess, based off of Gaster's research into the timestream, your form RESETS every single day. Every bit of damage, every bit of wear and tear, you RESET. Your body treats aging as a disease, as damage, so you never get any older. At least, that's my gut." He said, giving a small smile. "and I got a big one, so I know what I'm talking about."
"I wouldn't listen to you normally, but after all I've seen, I'm startin' to take more stock in it." Bonnie remarked. "Listen. I wanna get to the King. He's the one who ordered any humans killed. I stop him, this all stops, and the kids are avenged. But you and Undyne, well..." She bit her lip, looking up at him. "You guys got blood on your hands. I can't just let that pass."
"you don't gotta. I'll show you how to get to the King's place, but you might wanna disguise yourself." he said, Bonnie giving a big smile as she held up the pouch she'd brought.
"Already on it." She said with a smile.
It wasn't too long before Bonnie had died her hair to a very vibrant shade of pink, and had given herself violet contacts and put on a fake pair of convincing-looking horns. All for one purpose: pretending to be a monster to blend in and get closer to the King.
"pretty good for dollar store disguises." Sans laughed as she gave him a glower, the two of them making their way through Waterfall's halls, Sans gesturing at a large cave entrance over to the east. "there. follow that to Hotland, it'll take you to the lab there, and to the north of that's the elevator. take that to the Core, which powers everything down here and through THAT...Asgore's castle." He winked at her. "ol' Sans'll keep an eyesocket out for you."
"I doubt I'm gonna need your help." Bonnie said before she turned her head, hearing loud chanting coming her way and blinking in surprise. "Then again-"
But when she turned back, Sans was gone, and she glowered at the spot he'd been at. "How does he do...GRRR." She groaned, quickly looking busy as she sat down by a statue of a monster with its head bowed, reading her pocket copy of the Bible she'd brought with her as she saw a horde of monsters coming. Many had, of course, torches and pitchforks. It was hard for one monster though, the others were complaining at the lone blobbish THING that was sloughing along the rest of them from the doggy Royal Guard troops to a mer-horse to an armored, fairy-like thing with glittering wings to a cycloptic horned little impish creature to, most oddly enough, a frog king that appeared to have a beetle underneat its body. The lone blob had very stubby arms that were barely arms at all and it was struggling to keep its pitchfork held up as it walked alongside the-
Oh dear God in HEAVEN what was that...THING? It was disgusting! It looked disgusting, it sounded disgusting! It even SMELLED disgusting from where she was. It was a monster that resembeld a kind of hill, with slit eyes and tiny pupils, two nostrils over a mouth in the center of its form, three little stubby horns atop its bulbous head, and four slender legs, its voice giving off an annoyed, complainy "whine" to its tone as it looked over at the blobbish creature.
"Man, you SUCK at this." He remarked. "Ka-SIGH."
"Give Moldbygg a break, Jerry!" A fish-headed, Mer-thing of a monster mumbled, shyly biting into her lip as her little pale bluish/green body glanced about. "It made that pitchfork all on its own. It's impressive it can hold it."
"BARELY. Ah well. RUFF!" Doggo Senior remarked with a shrug. "We've gotta avenge my fallen comrade Greatest Dog! His ear was blown clean off and now he's shackled up in the lab with an infection to contend with!"
"Yeah, well, so is Snowy's mom! That human has to pay for what it did to her!" A sunglasses-wearing familiar-looking bird monster remarked. Evidently it was the same species as the "Snowdrake" she'd met before, and now they all walked towards her, a pair of what appeared to be living carrots also hopping alongside him. "Say, Veggie Sisters, how are you holding those pitchforks anyhow?"
"Telekinesis!" The first "Veggie Sister" remarked, the more burly-voiced Vegetoid smiling broadly as the slightly-fainter voice nodded. "We'll be throwing more than vegetables from thin air today!"
Doggo Senior chuckled a bit, then "harrumphed' as he cleared his throat, looking the unknown "monster" sitting by the statue over. "Excuse me, have you seen a human come by? Brown hair, green eyes?" He asked as she took off her cowboy hat to show off her "horns" and shook her head.
"Nope." She remarked, trying to put on her best Boston accent she could to cover up her natural Southern twang, sweating inwardly as the monsters all looked around at each other. "Why?"
"Cuz we gotta go kill it and take it's soul! Then we'll only need one more before Asgore can become a God and break the barrier, freeing us all!" Doggo Senior remarked as Jerry scratched his head.
"Hey, ain't this blatantly hypocritical?" He suddenly asked, all of the monsters staring at him and blinking in surprise.
"What?" The mer-woman esque monster asked.
"Think about it, Lemon Bread." Jerry said with a shrug as their torches sizzled and hissed under the droplets of rain that began falling down around them, landing with a PLUNKA-PLUNK on all their craniums as Jerry waved a hand in the air. "The humans sealed us away cuz they were scared we'd turn into a horde that'd go around hunting down humans to steal souls. And now look at us. We're a horde of monsters hunting down a human girl to steal her soul. I mean, ain't it hypocritical for us to say how awful they are when we're kinda proving the humans point about us?"
"...NOBODY LIKES YOU, JERRY!" Chilldrake snapped, kicking him in one of his legs, making Jerry howl as he hopped up and down, Bonnie cringing slightly as the monsters ignored his squeals of agony as he rolled around on the ground, flopping about like a fish out of water.
"Let's split up. We can cover more ground that way, right?" Doggo Senior remarked, holding out a paw. "Lemon Bread, you go with Moldbygg. Aaron, you're with me. Sir Whimsy, you and Double F go together and Astigmatism the Fourth, you're going with Chilldrake."
"Excellent idea!" "Sir Whimsy" said as Bonnie cringed, watching Jerry be left behind as they all wandered ahead. She sighed, hanging her head before lifting him up and dusting him off.
"...thanks, I...guess." He grumbled out, slowly slinking off as Bonnie slowly took the Winchester Rifle behind the statue where she'd hidden it, and inched her way through the long recesses of Waterfall.
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...silence permeated the dark and dank caverns of Waterfall. Or at least it did when there wasn't the unmistakable sound of gunfire cracking, and loud, pained cries that rang through the air like a bell. Doggo Senior gripped his swords as he and Aaron glanced around the room before them, a room filled with echo flowers, the "BANG" of the gun echoing over and over as Aaron wiped his brow.
"I, um, don't wanna, like, worry you or anything, but I've got a bad feeling the others are in trouble."
"Stay calm. Eyes open. And, uh...don't move." Doggo Senior added, his eyes turning to slits as he sniffed at the air and scanned the cavern around him, gritting his fangs as he took in deep, long breaths. "I'll track the human down with ol' Betsy." He remarked, pointing at his nose and giving a smug grin before a voice echoed out through the caverns, carried on the whispering wave of Echo Flowers from somewhere deep, deep within the darkness peering.
"Go home now or I'll shoot you."
Doggo glared as he looked about, trying to pin down where in the darkness the voice came from. "Who's there? No, no, I recognize that voice. Yer that human girl. You're trapped, girly. The Royal Guard's blocked off all exits in and outta Waterfall. You're not getting anywhere. Not with us Sweepers runnin' through."
"Look, I don't got no quarrel with you. I've only got eyes for Asgore, really. So just get on home. Or I'll MAKE you leave. Got it?"
"You think you're gonna scare us?" Aaron said, trying to sound brave as he flexed his muscles, Bonnie inwardly groaning from her position behind the pillar she was hiding behind. "Forget your rifle!" He boasted loudly, vainly hoping to recuperate his courage. "I'm rocking the real guns here!"
Bonnie's rifle took aim and fired, and Aaron HOWLED as he clutched one bloody, shot-through arm. "GAAAAH!" He screamed.
"Go home!" Bonnie yelled out. "It's just an arm wound, y'all gonna be fine just like the rest of 'em! Now get on outta here before I get real mad!"
"You've made ME mad! You're gonna die slow. Real...slow...for what you've done to me and my men." Doggo Senior roared out, the having-removed-her-disguise, now-fully-exposed Bonnie now stepping out from behind the pillar, rifle slung over her shoulder and hand hung over her holster.
"...move along, little doggy. Or this big dog'll move you along."
"Let's see if your hands are as fast as your mouth!" Doggo Senior snarled, whipping his swords out and racing towards her.
BANG!
He stopped, blinking as he stared, looking about. She held the Single Action Army Colt to her mouth, blowing smoke away before twirling it, sticking it back in its holster. "What was that?"
"The warning shot."
"Warning shot? You think a warning shot's gonna scare me!?" Doggo Senior snorted.
"It should. It's lodged about two inches in your gut, looks like." Bonnie commented wryly, Doggo suddenly feeling the dull aching in his belly as he dropped his swords and looked down, paws coming away from his stomach to feel milky blood sloughing off. "Y'all in no shape to fight now. You." She gestured at Aaron who gulped as she waved the pistol at him. "Get him to the hospital with the others. And tell Asgore if he sends ANY other monsters after me, he's gonna get the same. I only want HIM." She snapped, Aaron whimpering as he nodded, carrying Doggo Senior away with his good arm as they hobbled down the long pathway, back the way they'd came...
Before Bonnie slouched down by the pillar and held her head in one hand. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" She yelled out, her echo ringing through the air. She hadn't wanted to actually hurt them! She'd hoped that just shooting off her gun would scare them, but every single one of them had launched an attack at her. Whimsalot had fired off hordes of horrific moths to tear at her flesh, Final Froggit had shot beams from his eyes, Lemon Bread, OH LORDY, Lemon Bread's singing!
She cringed as she pinched the space between her eyes. She couldn't get through to Hotland. She was stuck. She...
"kid, you're making it hard for me to not break my promise." Sans muttered as he popped up behind her. "i mean, you're kind of becoming a whole lot like Chara-"
Bonnie suddenly wheeled on him, eyes blazing and furious as she gripped him by his jacket, Sans flinching as she shook him. "Don't you EVER compare me to her! Chara was a rotten little girl who kept hurting people for fun! She was twisted and sick and she just knew how to hurt!"
"and almost all you've done down here is hurt." Sans muttered. "you're doing this to get even. to get revenge."
"I don't WANT to hurt people!" Bonnie screamed back, tears springing to her eyes. "I'm NOTHING like her! All I want to do is stop the Monsters from killing kids!"
Sans held his hands up, closing his eyes as he sighed. "maybe you do believe that. But one man's justice is another man's revenge."
"That's the damn stupidest thing I ever heard." Bonnie muttered. "There's a right and a wrong and the distinction ain't hard to make."
"...then how come you're crying?" Sans quietly asked. "if you think you're right...why are you so hurt inside?"
Bonnie let go of Sans, slowly stepping away and holding her head in her hands, shaking it back and forth. "I...I don't know. I just wish they'd leave me alone. If I could just get to Asgore, SEE him, face him, then I'd know if this was right. I know that much."
"y'know, you can't do a lot of thinking on an empty stomach." Sans reasoned with a wink. "tell ya what...come with me. "
Soon enough, she was back in Temmie Village, and was sitting on the stony bench with Sans, munching on a "Hot Dog" as she saw a Temmie approach her, its face filled with concern as it gently held out a paw. Bonnie didn't so much as flinch as the little Temmie patted her leg and gave her a comforting smile. "You seem hurtie inside."
"I am." Bonnie mumbled. "I'm stuck here and I can't go home and I can't do what I came to do. Thanks for taking me back, though. It's nice of you Temmies to let me stay."
"the Temmies got a big heart." Sans admitted with a smile. "even if humans are allergic to them, they don't mind. they just wanna share the love."
"Yeah, Tem hear that humans allergic to Tem." The Temmie that was speaking to Bonnie admitted as she hopped up onto the stony bench, Bonnie finishing off the "hot dog" and scratching behind the cat-like monster's ear with a small chuckle. "Tem understand." She remarked as another Temmie walked by and the first Temmie sighed. "Cuz Tem...also allergic to Tem!" Temmie admitted, suddenly having little red bumps popping up all over her.
"Oh." Bonnie remarked.
"HOIVES!" Temmie proclaimed, clutching her face before sighing and hopping off the bench, making for the Tem Shop to get some cream for her "hoives", as she had so eloquently put it, Sans putting an arm around Bonnie's shoulder.
"look, kid, I'm gonna do you a little favor. I'm gonna take you right to Undyne, and if you want...you can do whatever you want to her." He admitted, Bonnie whipping her head in his direction, eyes wide in shock as he nodded. "you've got a quality about you, kid. You could change everything, I got a feeling in me. you could end this all if you wanted to. but I wanna know if that's really what you want. so I'm gonna take you to Undyne's place. and then I want you to think about Temmies."
Bonnie just gaped in surprise. "...Temmies? Why?"
"think about how they're like you with that bird. and how they're like monsters." Sans remarked as he clapped her shoulder and then, suddenly, with a faint WOOSH...
Bam. Sans had teleported her straight to a large, fish-head of a house with a giant fanged "door", and a large welcome mat with a fish skeleton on it. The very windows of the house were tilted and growling, with "hair" atop the house and fins on either side as Bonnie gaped at the sheer display of it all.
"Are those...scales on this house?" She asked, feeling over the side of it as Sans nodded.
"yeeeeeep." He remarked. "Her friend Alphys designed it for her. It was just a big ol domey thing but then she worked her magic."
It was then that Bonnie heard the sound of footsteps approaching and she quickly hid behind the "ponytail" of the house, biting her lip and readying her pistol as Sans stood in front of the door, hands in his pockets as he nonchalantly leaned back and forth. And then, before her eyes, HE appeared.
Golden locks of hair with a full beard. Two giant white horns that curled back and a goat-like face. Regal silver armor with golden pauldrons, and a flowing, resplendent, dazzling cape of purple. With his soft, pale eyes and even softer smile, you could almost forget who this was. But even despite the jolliness his face radiated, his form also radiated pure, raw power, and Bonnie knew. She KNEW this was Asgore Dreemurr. The King of All Monsters.
"Ahh. Sans." He remarked, his voice deep and cheery, making Bonnie flinch. It was like if Santa Claus was a goat dude. "How is my favorite prankster?"
Sans smiled warmly back. "i'm fully ready for when April rolls around. I'm really BONING UP on my pranks." He remarked. "and I'm gonna get the Temmies to help me out with this."
"Have they forgiven you for the constant jokes about them?"
"can I help it if I've got a million of 'em? Like, like listen to this. what's a Temmie's REAL favorite food?" Sans asked, raising a nonexistent eyebrow up as Asgore raised an actual bushy brow up. "TEMMIE-PURA!"
Asgore laughed, loud, long and booming as the door slid open and Bonnie struggled not to snort out a laugh of her own, Undyne letting them in as Bonnie slunk to the back, peeking in through a window into the soft blue and pink-dotted walls of the kitchen/living room, the three of them sitting at a table as Undyne held up a large kettle of tea.
"Golden Flower tea!" She told Asgore. "Your favorite, just like always." The fish-woman cheerily remarked as she began pouring Sans and Asgore some tea. "Thanks for coming by. But you didn't have to come too, Sans."
"nah, I kinda did. I mean, I know a thing or two about humans."
"Yeah, I...guess you would." Undyne murmured as her smile faltered and she sighed, Asgore sipping on his tea briefly before he put the teacup down, folding his paws in his lap.
"Many monsters have been taken to the labs due to the injuries the human sustained. Regrettably, infection has set in to their wounds. We've never contended with human weapons. Not in ages, and not...this type of weapon. Our armor is not truly suitable for fending off bullets." He sighed. "So I intend to personally forge better armor to outfit you and the rest of the Royal Guard, so that you may better protect yourselves. But tell me..." He looked squarely in Undyne's direction. "What is this human like?"
"She hurt my fellow monsters." Undyne muttered. "I find it hard to want to know anything else about her. She's gone too far." She growled, clenching her clawed fists tightly.
"her name's Bonnie Hatfield-McCoy." Sans said as he sipped his tea. "she wants to hunt you down for the order you gave out."
"She probably found out through Christa, I'm guessing." Undyne reasoned. "If it's the same Bonnie she talked about, the one from the church..." She then turned her head slightly, looking over at the door to her room.
"Perhaps it'd be best if we talked in there?" Asgore remarked.
"No way, you two. No nerds allowed. Well..." She bit her lip, the door slightly creaking open before slowly closing again. "...maybe SOME nerds." Undyne whispered, her voice pained.
"we blew our chance with Christa, but now Alphys is working on something new." Sans admitted with a small smile. "she says she got the inspiration from you, Undyne. the idea is taking the ability humans have, that "DETERMINATION", the thing that makes their Soul so strong, and using it to improve monsters. she thinks maybe it can help monsters cross the Barrier so we might not even need seven human souls."
"That does sound promising!" Asgore murmured, and for a brief moment a smile stretched across his features, but then he sighed, and hung his head. "But that little one still...and all those other poor dibbuns, they deserved better. In truth, I wish you had succeeded those years ago with your time machine." Asgore murmured as he hung his head and rested it one one giant hand, glancing over at Sans. "When that human girl Christa fell down to the Underground, and you worked together with her on that time machine, I felt hope swell in my heart once again. It meant going back to the way things were. A way to fix everything. And now...now we are back to Plan B. Back to..." He cringed as he rested his hands on his legs and Bonnie saw him almost dig his claws clear through the metal that covered his knees.
"Hey, Asgore, don't-don't go cryin' on me." Undyne insisted nervously as Asgore bit his lip and hung his head.
"And I know you didn't like her. But my time with Chara and Asriel, when Toriel and I were still together...when we were a family, those were some of the greatest days of my life. And I've give up everything if it meant I could just have my family back again." Asgore whispered. "...I don't understand how Chara died. Wasn't...wasn't I a good father? How did she get so sick?"
Bonnie slowly slunk down, resting herself against the back of the house, and dejectedly hung her head. She was silent for a long, long time, listening to Undyne and Sans gently patting Asgore, hearing their comforting words before, at last, she heard him leave, and heard Undyne head into her room, Sans walking around the back of the house to sit down next to her.
"soda? I snuck it out of a cooler she keeps in her cupboard." He remarked.
"...I get it now." Bonnie admitted softly as she slowly turned to look into Sans's eyes. "We're all awful and we're all great. We're all victims and we're all crooks. We're all the same. We're all "monsters". And we're all...Temmie."
"oh?"
"Temmie don't..." Bonnie cringed. "She don't MEAN to hurt me when she tries to hug me or glomp me. But she does. She can't really help it. Her instinct just gets the better of her, she's just got that itch in her! But she never really wants to hurt anyone, even if she ends up doin' that. She's just like I was with the bird." The thirteen year old sighed. "And you monsters are like that too. You're not really bad. You don't REALLY know you're hurting people. You don't mean to. You're just too wrapped up in what you want and you don't see you do. But we're the same. Humans do that too." She sighed.
"feel any better, then?" Sans asked.
"Better? I dunno, I feel...wiser." Bonnie admitted. "I guess sometimes Justice calls for Mercy, don't it?" She decided. "It ain't right for me to be so mad and angry when it ain't all your fault you're doin' this any more than it's all my kind's fault for being scared of you."
"well, we CAN be scary." Sans admitted. "I mean, a guy like me will spook you right outta your skin." He said with a wink, Bonnie giving him a big grin before kissing him on the cheek, making him visibly blush.
"You are a CARD." She chuckled, giving him a smile before she slowly reached behind her neck and took off her necklace, giving it to Sans. "Hey, um...thanks for showin' me all this." She admitted. "But I wanna try and...check in on those people I done hurt." She murmured. "I think it's best I get to that lab they took 'em to. And time I faced the music."
Sans looked her over, one invisible eyebrow arched high. "you sure?" He softly inquired. "you do this...there's no going back. Alphys probably won't let you go after all you've done."
Bonnie nodded. "Enough people been hurt." She mumbled. "...I'm gonna make sure I'm the last one."
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...Frisk groaned as he rubbed his head.
He had waited and waited. Waited and waited. But Mommy hadn't come back.
Every afternoon, he'd stood at the opening to Mount Ebott, at the abandoned scientific facility, leaning against the tree and looking into the dark abyss beyond. Every afternoon after school he had waited until it had gotten dark, and Father Michael had taken him back to the orphanage.
Waiting and waiting.
Then one day, he could wait no more.
"I can't staaaaay! Tomorrow I'll be on my waaaaaaaay! So don't expect to find me sleeping in my beeeed! Cuz when you wake up...I won't-be-theeeeere!" Frisk had sung out, making for Mount Ebott, a bandage over his cute little nose after an incident at the orphanage, a little "walking stick" in one hand as he climbed up to Mount Ebott one Sunday morning, intending to go where he'd never gone before.
However, his attempt to carefully ease himself down into the cave got fouled up when he'd tripped on a tree root. Breath caught in his throat, a horrified gasp croaking out from his mouth, Frisk had found himself twirling, and soon, falling, falling, down, down into the dark recesses of the Underground...
A bed of golden flowers breaking his fall. And now...
A golden flower with an oddly...cheery face...staring back at him.
"Is this Heaven?" He asked aloud. "I kind of thought Heaven would be more...well lit."
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" The flower remarked, Frisk's mouth hanging wide open.
"...no, wait. I'm in Hell. God has killed me, and I'm in Hell." He deadpanned.