The three of us, Cinder, Papyrus, and I were working in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. According to Papyrus, we would be making "spaghetti pancakes". He described them as a great delicacy that only the likes of the Great Papyrus could achieve. Since I had never done it before, I wasn't sure what to expect or how the procedures progressed.

Apparently, Papyrus didn't know what he was doing. So in the end, Cinder and I took over. We instructed Papyrus to just make the spaghetti while we prepared the batter. My job was to get and deposit the ingredients, and Cinder was to stir the mixture and tell me what to add. Surprisingly, we were able to scrap up the necessary ingredients, even though Papyrus mainly had spaghetti ingredients. (I was actually surprised we were even able to find the eggs)

Then, Sans strode into the kitchen, with Joyce right on his tail. He looked amused to see me and Cinder in the kitchen."'Sup kid?"

"Pancakes." I informed him as I cracked an egg into the mixing bowl. "Spaghetti pancakes, to be more exact."

"Heh." Sans grinned as he watched me, "I bet it'll taste egg-stremely good." I smiled.

"WHY OF COURSE IT WILL-" Suddenly Papyrus paused from his noodle making and turned to give Sans a suspicious stare. "WAIT. WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"He said it would be egg-stremely good." Joyce repeated for him.

"Yes!" I chimed in. "It'll be eggs-traordinary!"

"I SEE! THEN- WAIT." Now Papyrus was eyeing me with his suspicious glances.

"Heh, kid…" Sans grinned even wider. "That cracked me up." Then Joyce and I started to crack up as Cinder continued to work, attempting to ignore us. I could tell she was smiling though.

"That pun…" I laughed lightly before pulling up a thumbs-up, "Was egg-cellent."

"AGH!" Papyrus shouted disbelievingly, while tossing a spoon into the air. "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!"

"Bro, I think you meant… un-egg-ceptable."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!"

"Sans, I think you should go." Cinder gave him a no-nonsense look. "You're causing quite a disruption here. Why not go and… you know. Get some egg-sercise?" Cinder couldn't help it, and the two of us were laughing like idiots.

"Welp. I see I'm not needed here." Sans started to leave the kitchen, but then grinned mischievously. "I'll be making my egg-sit now." I continued to chuckle with Cinder.

"SANS! THAT WAS TERRIBLE!"

Sans gave us all a departing wink. "Egg-sactly."

As Papyrus groaned angrily, Sans left with Joyce hot on his tail. Smiling and shaking my head, I cracked the last of the eggs into the mixing bowl. It was time to stir.

The pancakes were done. They had turned out better than I expected, although I had to admit that a few of them were burnt. Other than that, they were pretty impressive-looking.

I had been given the honors to present the meal to the table. At first I thought it would've just been the three of us, so I was surprised when I saw Joyce sitting at the table and waiting for us. I thought she had left with Sans, but apparently not. Smiling, I set the dish down and set up the table preparations.

"Well! Aren't you all egg-cited?" I couldn't help winking, and Cinder laughed with me. However, Joyce remained unmoving and looked deep in thought. I decided not to disrupt her. Eventually, all preparations were finished, and the four of us feasted.

In the middle of the meal, Joyce poked me in the shoulder. "Hey, Frisk." She waited for me to respond.

"What?" I mumbled over a mouthful of spaghetti pancakes.

She cupped her hand next to my ear and whispered quietly. "After this, meet me at the spot where you fought Papyrus. Tell no one else." Before I could ask her why, she had already gotten up and dismissed herself from the table.

Having no other choice, I decided to play by Joyce's demands. When Papyrus asked me where I was headed, I just told him I wanted to go on a walk. He quickly nodded, and resumed his conversation with Cinder. I could tell he was really starting to warm up around her, and that was good.

I left the skeleton household and wondered where Sans was. Maybe he was chillin' at Grillby's. Shrugging and zipping up his blue jacket, I headed to the east side of Snowdin. That was where I had fought Papyrus. I wondered why Joyce wanted us to meet in private, and what she wanted to talk about. Was it something extremely important? If it was, why hadn't she invited Cinder to come along as well? This seemed strange, but I didn't feel like questioning it. What was there to worry about?

I finally reached my destination. At first, there didn't seem to be anyone present, but then I found Joyce. She was standing in the wide open area where Papyrus would usually stand, and she glared at me. I didn't know how to react, so I just blinked back confusedly.

"Hmph. For a moment, I thought you wouldn't be coming. But apparently not."

"Uh, Joyce?" Why in the heck was she glaring at me? "What did you call me here for? Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, definitely." This didn't sound like Joyce at all. She was usually more obnoxious. I suddenly noticed something glimmer from under Joyce's sleeve.

"What's that in your sleeve?..." I asked curiously, pointing to show what I was referring to.

"Oh. This?" Joyce grinned, and I felt myself gasping at her expression. The smile was twisted, the grin had a touch of evil to it, and the eyes… they were red.

Joyce's eyes definitely weren't red.

"J-Joyce?" I felt myself backing away, but before I could take another step, my soul was drawn out. I felt myself gasp with surprise. Had I just entered a battle?

"Oh? So your soul is red? How interesting. That will just make this more fun for the both of us." She grinned maliciously, and I flinched. What in the world was happening?

I gasped. "Are you holding-"

"This is a knife." Joyce's soul was out as well, and the both of us started to float towards the air. Long, purple bars appeared from under her, and she latched onto one of them. "It's just a toy knife, sadly, but I suppose it'll have to do."

I felt my eyes widening. "You took the knife?" This was bad, really bad. I tried to flee, but the soul didn't move at my commands to run away. Was this like Pokemon? Where you couldn't run from a trainer's battle, I'm guessing. But in Undertale, it wasn't as if you ever had to battle another player.

Joyce stared at me disinterestedly as she played with the knife in her hand. She looked really scary at the moment. "Why, yes. But less talk, more fight."

"Less talk?-" The bars from under Joyce suddenly advanced towards me, and I barely moved away in time as she took a swing at me. The blade passed close by my face, and I growled as I flew away in another direction. What was Joyce doing? Was she fighting me?

"You're fighting me, aren't you?"

"Idiot. What does it look like?" She grinned as she charged towards me again, standing on her flying bars. I moved aside, but then Joyce struck with lightning-quick accuracy, and felt a few of my hairs getting cut off. I tried veering towards another direction, but then Joyce swung her leg out. That wasn't what I expected, and I got a good kick in the stomach. Doubling over, I drifted far away and stared at Joyce's eyes. They were still red, and now they glowed more brightly than ever. "We'll fight until your death."

My face must've been disbelieving, because Joyce suddenly let out a laugh. But it was more like a high-screeched giggle, echoing around the emptiness around us. So that was why Joyce called me here, then there would be no one to rescue me. Growling under my breath, I flew to a nearby tree and tugged off a branch. I wasn't going to fight with it, just use it as a defense.

"Why are we fighting?" I yelled at her. Maybe I could get some common sense out of her.

"You don't think I see how you act around him?" Joyce yelled accusingly, shooting towards me again. She swiped the knife, and I moved under her, avoiding the floating purple bars. But that was a mistake, as she suddenly moved down towards me. I attempted to escape from between the bars, but in doing so, Joyce swung the knife and managed to get a scratch on my arm. I felt the stinging, and was positive that my health was draining.

"Around who?" I huffed, trying to catch my breath.

But of course, she ignored my question. "You don't think I see you cuddling and smiling your filthy tricks on him?" She swung her knife again, and I barely moved aside in time.

"Uh… who are you talking about again?" I ducked from a swipe, but didn't head under her bars. I already learned from my previous mistakes, but now I was left vulnerable to her kicks. Joyce leaped and attempted to kick me, but I brought the branch out in front of me. She hit the branch instead of me, and it snapped upon contact. I ditched the stick, and Joyce floated back down to her purple bars.

"Don't pretend you don't know!" Joyce rushed forward at me again, and I growled. I had no idea who she was talking about, and her attitude was making me sick. Annoyed, I approached her head on.

Joyce seemed surprised at my sudden tactic change, but I was more than welcome to the fight. When she came up, I flew onto one of her bars. She swung her knife, and I dodged it before attempting to swing my arm at her head. She ducked and attempted a low kick, but I was up in the air again. She growled as I jumped onto her head.

"Oopsies." I grinned as I leaped off onto another one of her bars. All that practice that I had in the Ruins were going to seriously help me in this situation. Without waiting, this time I charged first. Joyce looked scared for a moment before swinging her knife.

I dodged it and felt it pass by my ear, but now I was right up to Joyce's face. With a quick movement, I brought my fist up to her. The impact was instant, and she lost her balance for a split second before leaping onto another one of her bars. Somehow, she was still awake and moving, and she didn't seem as damaged. I wondered how she was lasting so well. I flew over to her and attempted a swing with my leg, but she moved to the side and tried to aim the knife at it. But her aim was really off, and I literally went right over it as I kicked her, hard. I wasn't really sure where I had hit her, but it seemed to have the effect I needed. Joyce stumbled back and fell off her bar before plummeting to the ground.

I flew down to catch her before settling her onto the snow. "I don't want to fight." I stated simply. And then, as quickly as the battle started, it ended. The souls returned to our bodies, and all that was left was me and a beat-up Joyce. Her eyes were closed, but she was still trembling, which showed she was awake. I huffed before turning around to leave. I was going to head back to the skeleton household now, and probably get some information off of Cinder. Maybe she could explain to me what was going on.

A few steps later, I stopped and realized something. The way that I had just dodged, attacked, and outmaneuvered Joyce was incredible. I had no idea how I had done it. I stared at my hands as I realized my accomplishment, and I felt myself bursting with pride. Just before entering Mt. Ebbot, I had been a weak kid that could barely do ten push-ups or climb a tree. But now… I was stronger. Better, faster, smarter. And not to mention, more determined. At this rate, I could-

I suddenly felt something leap onto my back, and I fell face first into the icy cold. I tried to get up, but the figure on me was holding all parts of me down. But who was holding me down? Trying not to eat snow, I slightly turned my head to find Joyce, awake once again. She was onto me and keeping me down, and raised the toy knife high above her head. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing.

"This is what happens when you don't watch your back." She cackled.

I quickly tried to think of something to say, to distract her. "I still don't get who you were referring to." Joyce gave me an amused face. "Like, the person you kept talking about during the whole fight?" Joyce gave me a look of pure disbelief, but the blank look on my face must've convinced her, as she started to explain.

"You really don't know?" She sneered, "Well then let me tell you. I'm talking about Sans."

"W-wha?"

"Yes, Sans, the skeleton. You know him. Stop pretending. I've seen the way you two look at each other. It makes me sick!" Her hold on me was starting to loosen. This could be my chance… but I'll wait a little longer, just in case. "The way you two converse like it's no big deal. The way he looks at you, the way he just gave you his jacket like it was nothing to worry about. They way he-"

Now. The grip on me had loosened quite a bit, as Joyce was so busy talking. I harshly kneed her in the stomach before flipping her over so that I was on top of her. While she stayed shocked, I snatched the knife straight out of her hand. There, problem solved. Now she can't threaten me anymore. I twirled the knife in my hand as I smiled at her.

"So. Who's in control now, hm?" I couldn't help teasing her a bit, as she had done quite a bit to me in the last few minutes. That couldn't be easily forgiven. "In fact… maybe now it's time to egg-secute, hm?" Joyce struggled under my grasp, but I wasn't going to let go of her so easily. But I wasn't going to use the knife either, I was just keeping it away from her. Finding no use for it, I was about to toss it away. But something beat me to it.

Something yellow flashed by my hand, and it was so quick I could barely tell what it was. Surprised, my hand slipped and the knife fell onto the snow. My hold on Joyce had loosened as well, and I expected her to lunge for the knife, but she didn't. Wary, I slowly got up and started to back away, but then a voice rang into the clearing. For a moment, I thought it was Sans, but then further inspection told me the voice was coming from the direction of the Waterfall.

"Unhand her, you murderer!"

And now presenting... the alternate ending! Suggested by myself: Sadistic (and slightly Yandere) Frisk!

Now. The grip on me had loosened quite a bit, as Joyce was so busy talking about "her" Sans. I harshly kneed her in the abdomen before flipping her over so that I was on top of her. Digging my knee into her stomach, I snatched the knife straight out of her hand. There, problem solved, and she couldn't threaten me anymore. Now the tables were turned, and it was my turn to play now.

"So. Who's in control now, hm?" I couldn't help teasing her a bit, 'cause she deserved it. Revenge really was sweet. I twirled the knife in my hand as I grinned down at her sadistically. "In fact… maybe now it's time to egg-secute, hm?" Joyce struggled under my grasp, but I wasn't going to let go of her so easily.

But should I use the knife? It was just a toy after all, and it couldn't hurt that much now, could it? I suddenly remembered how she had been treating me just moments ago, with her knife raised above me. Maybe I should keep it around with me, for now. I held Joyce down and brought the knife up to her throat threateningly.

"This is what happens when you lose your attention on me." I snarled, digging it up into her skin a little bit. I could hear her croaking desperately, and for a moment, I noticed the color of her eyes. They weren't red anymore.

That just made me angrier. Trying to pull the innocent act with me, huh? Trying to steal Sans from me, huh? Wait… steal? Somehow, I found myself bending down close to Joyce's head before I muttered, "Sans is mine."

A moment later, I stepped back, and a motionless Joyce laid before me. I had pressed the knife in too hard. I expected myself to feel terrible, but for some reason, I didn't feel so bad. Not even a slightest bit of guilt or regret. Before I could wonder if something was wrong with me, I felt a voice in my head.

Move. Not questioning the order, I leaped to the side just as a bullet suddenly whizzed past me. Who was that? It had come from the Waterfall side, so I had no ideas as to who it was.

"You murderer!"

This started out as a fun little chapter (with all those nice egg puns), but somehow plot started to rise, and now we've come to this. -_-

... Even the alternate ending was... agh.

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