Thanks go to Andyfire123, ThatOneGuy, KagedBeast, Wingah, Lynja Fairy, BadDRUMMERboy15, hjk321, Chara Moonstone, Someguythatlovesundertale, Nyxie The Gamer Nerd, kitkqtenderheart, AkumaESPer, I guest as much, Pro Noob, TheAwesomeRobot, WhoWritesThisCrap, Roguefoxx, DiamondAuthor551, pokemon122000, Jack54311, and Slow and Steady Turtle.
Pro Noob, read the opening scene of this chapter and pay up.
Roguefoxx, thanks. Your name is also pretty neat.
DiamondAuthor551, Monster Kid is just his name. It's what everyone's always called him, it's what he calls himself in his head. He wouldn't change the Kid part of his name just because he grew up. It just happens to be part of his name.
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. I do, however, own DoubleTale.
Mettaton held his hands at his mouth, watching the screens in shock.
"C-Cter, are you seeing this?!" Mettaton looked to Cter, who sat on that couch, watching a separate screen of that repeating footage from outside of Snowdin.
"Spicy lizard bois." Cter said blankly, not bothering to look as he held up an okay hand, eyes still locked on that screen.
Mettaton didn't bother with Cter and his descent into madness, looking back to the screen.
Chapter 14: Howling Winds
Monster Kid The Merciless.
LOVE: 11
"If you think... For even one second... That... I'll... Let you hurt them... Lay down and die like that... And give up...
YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!"
Battle Against A True Hero - SharaX played in the background, spears racing down towards Frisk and pelting the ground around them as they jumped back, a javelin of molten energy crashing through where they once were, scorch marks left on the bridge as they landed on dirt after it.
Monster Kid rocketed from the sky, folding his wings and moving like a bullet towards Frisk, flipping at the last second and slamming taloned foot first into Frisk's abdomen, puncturing their flash and sending them blasting back across the ground, Monster Kid body surfing across the blue dirt before flapping back off of them, watching them slam head first into the wall of stone behind them.
Frisk looked with blurry vision to their halved health bar, before looking to the dragon stomping closer, hands balled into fists, fire burning from the corners of his maw.
*what a surprising turn of events.
*wonder how you'll kill this one. :)
Frisk panted, blood running down their chin as they grabbed their knife, climbing to their feet.
Monster Kid opened his mouth, a wave of heat blasting from between his fangs at Frisk, who jumped into the air, rising above the blast of flames and racing down towards Monster Kid, pulling their knife back and roaring in anger.
Monster Kid brought up one claw, deflecting their knife to the side and pulling his head back as they fell towards him with wide eyes.
He threw his head forward, sending it crashing into Frisk's forehead and throwing them back up through the air.
Eyes clenched shut, Frisk gripped their bleeding forehead, Monster Kid blasting off the ground after them, slamming knee first into their back and making their eyes snap open in agony, Monster Kid bringing his hands together above his head and slamming them down on Frisk's face, sending them flipping at lightning speed into the ground, sending dust exploding up through the air.
Frisk looked up from their face full of dirt, vision fading out and expression showing clear disorientation, managing to read 1/60.
They shakily reached into their inventory, speedily yanking out a piece of that foolish snowman, devouring it as quickly as they could, pushing themself to the side just as Monster Kid exploded feet first into the ground where they once were, the shock wave sending Frisk blasting through the air, holding their arms up in an X to block the barrage of pebbles.
Monster Kid kicked off at them, pulling back one leg and kicking them high into the sky, wings flapping hard enough to send a gust of dirt up around him, sending himself launching after Frisk.
Frisk spun in air, slashing downward at Monster Kid, who blocked the slash with his claw once more, clang resounding throughout Waterfall, the two glaring into each others eyes before Frisk kicked off of Monster Kid, sending him racing back towards the ground and themself flying upwards.
Monster Kid spun in air, landing on his feet, the ground under him cracking as he looked up towards Frisk, who raced down towards him, pulling their knife back and letting out a yell of anger.
Monster Kid loosed another blast of fire up through the sky at Frisk, who held their arms up in an X, feeling their flesh searing.
They shot out the other end of the fire, Monster Kid jumping back across the ground and watching Frisk explode into it, knelt down and glaring at him darkly, burn mark covering the left side of their face and darkening that glare, which was contrastingly cold to the flames behind them.
Monster Kid held one hand into the air, burning blue spears filling the skies around Frisk as they stood slowly, right arm hanging limp, their chest heaving up and down in exasperation.
Monster Kid's hand clenched into a fist, the spears launching downward at Frisk, who bent at the knees, ground behind them shattering as they blasted off towards Monster Kid.
Spears pelted the earth behind them as they rocketed at Monster Kid, jumping and smashing knee first into his chest, his eyes widening as he was thrown back through the air, Frisk pushing back off of him and skidding to a stop.
Monster Kid planted his feet on the ground, skidding across the dirt and tearing it under his talons.
Frisk landed across from him, holding their knife tight and glaring, retrieving a crab apple from their inventory and eating it, core and all, in one bite.
The burnt flesh on their face healed, grin placing itself under their glare.
Monster Kid thrust his arm out to the side, spears filling the air behind him before he threw his hand forward, sending the spears racing towards Frisk, who raced forward, dirt being kicked up behind them as they ducked and dived out of the way of spears.
A javelin of flames whistled by their ear as they dived into the sky, yanking their arm and, by extension, that knife back behind them, flipping it around in their hand so the blade faced down ans swiping through the air, Monster Kid ducking back, blood flying through the air as two scales just under his right eye were separated, a small slice on his face.
Monster Kid pulled back his left hand, spear materializing in his hand before he thrust it forward, Frisk's eyes widening in agony, blood spewing from between their teeth.
They were suspended in air, spear tearing through their abdomen, protruding from their back.
They stared down at Monster Kid, eyes wide in agony, blood dripping down off of their chin, landing on Monster Kid's face.
Monster Kid tossed them on their spear from his hand, watching them land and roll, laying their, bleeding, weak.
Their vision fading in and out, they held their bleeding wound, looking up shakily towards the spears surrounding them.
Monster Kid outstretched one hand to the fallen child, eyes narrowed in hatred. Flames burned from the corners of his mouth. And if Frisk could have looked closely...
They would have spotted the tears burning in his eyes.
"Burn."
He clenched his hand into a fist, and the spears rocketed down towards Frisk.
Shatter.
Flash.
The outcome would be obvious. Hence why Cter didn't bother watching Monster Kid's little 'show down'.
Then again, he had seen the end of what he watched instead what felt like a thousand times now.
... Yet it still hurt him the same every time he reached it.
So why?
Why bother watching again and again if it only caused him agony the likes of which he'd never experienced before?
Was it for the small smile that tugged at his lips every time he watched them try to spare that monster?
Was it punishment for letting them die?
Was it an attempt to understand why their absence hurt him worse than any other?
Or was it so he could feel something? So he could keep from going numb?
But why would I want that? Cter wondered as he brought that drink to his lips, dead eyes watching them hold their arms out to the side.
Not feeling anything sounded much better than feeling this pain to him. So why would he try to keep himself from dropping it all?
A red flash.
He gripped the chest of his sweatshirt.
Or, more accurately, the shirt under it.
... They wouldn't have wanted that.
A javelin of flames whistled by their ear as they dived into the sky, yanking their arm and, by extension, that knife back behind them, flipping it around in their hand so the blade faced down ans swiping through the air, Monster Kid ducking back, blood flying through the air as two scales just under his right eye were separated, a small slice on his face.
Monster Kid pulled back his left hand, spear materializing in his hand before he thrust it forward, Frisk placing their hand on his shoulder and front flipping over him, landing crouched behind him, looking over their shoulder just in time to catch a tail to the face, being sent blasting through the air, spinning and landing feet first against the wall and kicking off it back towards Monster Kid, rocketed towards him knife first.
Monster Kid slashed upwards, knocking Frisk's knife from their hand and sending their arms apart, leaving their chest open to attack.
Monster Kid pulled back his free hand, sending his palm exploding into their chest and watching them rocket back through the air, slamming back first into the wall they'd jumped from moments ago.
They reached up, wincing as they caught that knife, which was spiraling back towards them.
Climbing to their feet, Frisk stumbled, pulling a jug of spider cider from their inventory and holding it above their head, draining it's contents in an instant as Monster Kid burst off the ground at them.
They jumped, Monster Kid slamming his knee into the wall behind them and sending a spiderweb of cracks through it.
Frisk fell from above, slashing down at Monster Kid, who flapped back away from the wall as the crashed into the dirt before it, sending an explosion of dust rising into the air.
Frisk looked down to the glowing gold ground beneath their feet, jumping into the air and over the spikes that rose from the earth beneath them.
They looked up, watching a burst of flames race towards them.
Stabbing backwards, they dug their knife into the wall behind them and tugging themself to the side, fire exploding against the wall beside them and throwing them through the air, landing and skidding across the dirt.
They back flipped up, Monster Kid's claw crashing through the earth they laid on moments prior.
Landing on their feet and skidding back, Frisk fell to all fours, pushing off the ground at lightning speed and racing towards Monster Kid, who jumped into the air, spinning and slamming tail first down onto the back of their skull, sending them crashing into the dirt and making it rise around them, cracking apart.
Monster Kid back flipped as Frisk bounced once, landing on his feet and effortlessly blasting an inferno from his mouth, engulfing Frisk, sending them blasting back through the air and rolling across across the ground, fire remaining in their hair and on their clothes, their body twitching with what little life it had left.
Frisk looked slowly and hatefully to Monster Kid as he made his way towards them, raising one foot into the air above their head.
Shatter.
Flash.
"He just... Sits there..." Mettaton said, pulling his lab coat closer in unease as Napstabot watched, eyes narrowed.
Cter sat there, staring lifelessly at the screen, which replayed the same footage of the same death in the same blizzard outside of Snowdin.
"So... I wasn't good enough..." He mouthed along, eyes unblinking.
"Or... Maybe you're beyond anyone's help..?" He just stared and silently mouthed the words.
"No... Y-you... You can do better..! I can feel it..! So I won't give up on you, even if I wasn't able to bring you around. Even... Even if you don't think so..."
Another stab.
They were silent.
Cter took a long drink from his 'cough syrup', the screen going to static.
"What kinda psychopath..." Napstabot muttered, watching Cter bring up that remote, clicking rewind once again.
"I kinda figure he'd be out there with Monster Kid to avenge C-" Mettaton covered Napstabot's mouth in an instant, sweating profusely as Napstabot gave him a confused and annoyed look.
He just pointed to Cter, who's back was to them, sweatshirt shifting lightly with ink.
The shifting slowly died down.
"We u-uh... T-try to avoid the C word around Cter..." Mettaton whispered to Napstabot, who gulped, nodding.
Landing on their feet and skidding back, Frisk fell to all fours, pushing off the ground at lightning speed and racing towards Monster Kid, who jumped into the air, spinning and slamming tail first down onto the ground before Frisk, who front flipped kicking both feet into Monster Kid's chest, sending him blasting back across the ground, wings spreading to stop his flight.
Monster Kid skid through air Frisk bursting off after him, jumping over a barrage of blue spears, slashing down at Monster Kid, blade carving a crack in the glowing white soul on his armor.
Monster Kid pulled back one fist, throwing it upwards into Frisk's chin sending them rocketing straight upwards into the sky, Monster Kid crouching slightly before his wings flapped once, sending him launching up after them, spiraling up behind them and wrapping his arms around them, much to their shock.
Roaring, Monster Kid folded his wings, sending them both flying like a corkscrew bullet down towards the bridge below.
Frisk screamed in fear from their rapid descent, Monster Kid letting out a laugh that told them he was nothing short of a maniac.
The two exploded through the hard wood, shattering the bridge to splinters and racing towards the earth below, Frisk struggling with all their might.
Frisk managed to bring up their legs, placing their feet on Monster Kid's abdomen and kicking as hard as they could, pushing his arms apart and blasting from his grip.
They flipped in air, landing on their feet and skidding through the dirt, tearing two lines through it all the way to the wall.
They watched as Monster Kid exploded into the earth, smirking triumphantly. There's no way that suicidal maniac could survive an impact like that.
And as if to test that theory, a beam of flames blasted from that plume of smoke, making Frisk jump to the side, watching the wall behind where they once were become scorched black before they turned their head to the dust.
A swirling vortex of blue heat blasted from the dust, Monster Kid spiraling out from it at lightning speed.
Frisk threw up both arms in an X in a poor attempt to block the flames, being engulfed and feeling their skin bunr for all of two seconds, before a clawed hand grabbed them, blasting out the other side of the flames and sending them slamming back first into the wall.
The wall exploded out around them, blood bursting from their throat and onto Monster Kid's arm, his hand tearing into their chest to hold them in place, blood staining their shirt and dripping from their chin.
Monster Kid opened his mouth, fire burning in his throat.
Shatter.
Flash.
"T-this... This isn't w-working..!" Mettaton gnawed on his knuckle, eyes wide as he stared at that screen.
"What are you talking about, Mettaton?" Napstabot asked, glancing over at him. "Monster Kid's doing fine!"
"N-no! No he's not!" Mettaton said anxiously, stomping one foot. "He's getting tired! He can't keep this up forever!"
"And the kid can?"
"Longer than he can!"
"Mettaton, please-" Napstabot reached out to put a comforting hand on Mettaton, who knocked it away, tears building in his eyes.
"W-we've got to do something!" Mettaton placed his hands on his desk, nearly crushing the wood.
"But none of us are strong enough or can get there in time. Mettaton, you have to let Monster Ki-"
"W-wait! One of us can!" Mettaton said hopefully, quickly looking across the room to Cter, who sat grinning, hair covering his eyes.
"Just keep smi-"
"C-Cter!" Mettaton ran as quickly as he could, grabbing Cter by the shoulder. Cter paid him no mind, staring at the screen.
"Cter, please! Y-you have to save Mon-"
Cter held up one finger, remaining silent, hair still covering his eyes.
A red flash encompassed the room once more.
"Yes?" Cter titled his head to look at Mettaton with those pupilless eyes at that dead grin, that screen fading to static once more.
Mettaton gulped at the sight of those eyes, before shaking his head.
"M-Monster Kid needs your help! You're the only one who can get there fast enough! I-if you two work together, that human w-won't stand a chance!" Mettaton said, nervous sweat rolling down his face as he managed a confident smile.
"... No can do." Cter said simply, looking back to the screen and bringing up that remote to rewind.
Mettaton's smile faded to a look of disbelief.
"... What..?"
Cter moved his thumb over the rewind button.
His wrist was grabbed in a vice grip, Mettaton gritting his teeth, hair covering his eyes.
"... Yes?" Cter spoke through a gritting grin this time, those dead eyes less comforting than before, if such a thing was possible.
"What do you mean no can do?" Mettaton spoke through the same gritting teeth, eyes narrowing.
"Need me to rephrase it?" Cter snarled, yanking his hand from Mettaton's grip and shoving him back with it.
"Go f#ck yourself." Cter said coldly, looking through Mettaton. That grin might as well have been a frown.
Mettaton's hands clenched into tight fists, expression contorting in rage.
"What is wrong with you?!" Mettaton's eyes narrowed hatefully, standing. Cter did the same. "Why won't you go out there and save him?!"
Cter's hair covered his eyes, teeth gritting in rage.
"Is it because you're afraid?!" Mettaton dared step forward, anger consuming him.
"The hero Cter knows he's all washed up?!" Mettaton brought up both arms, snarling and shoving Cter, sending him stumbling back two steps.
Cter just stood there, hands clenching into tight fists.
"Take it from the stuttering scientist, and GROW A PAIR!" Mettaton yanked back one fist, throwing it at Cter, who stood calm, hand in his pockets.
Mettaton's fist slammed into Cter's forehead.
His eyes widened.
Pain shot up Mettaton's arm, his eyes filling with agony as he stared at Cter, who glared with glowing eyes from under the shadow of his eyebrows, pupils missing.
It felt as though Mettaton had punched a brick wall.
Mettaton found himself knocked back to reality in an instant, yanking his hand back and holding it, whimpering and looking to Cter in shock and horror.
"... You think I'm not going out there because I'm afraid..?" Cter asked at a pace and volume that forced Mettaton to listen.
Mettaton's eyes widened further as that sickly laughter escaped Cter's throat, Cter reaching up at grabbing a fist full of his hair, shaking his head, hunching over.
"What are you, some kinda dipsh!t?" Cter laughed, looking up from between his fingers to Mettaton. "If I wanted to save Monster Kid, I would."
"Then why?" Mettaton dared ask, his shaking hands clenching into fists. "Why won't you even try to help him?"
Cter's teeth grit, hand clenching into his hair.
"Why should I bother with helping him..."
Cter suddenly reached out, grabbing Mettaton by the throat and lifting him from the ground in one motion.
"WHEN YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO HELP THEM?!"
Mettaton would have gasped had the grip on his throat not been so tight.
"Why should the one you care about get to live when mine died?!" Cter snarled, left eye burning red.
"WHY AM I THE BAD GUY FOR DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID?!"
Tears built in the corners of Mettaton's wide eyes, breathing becoming increasingly difficult.
He found memories flooding through his mind.
Watching them stand there in the snow, confronting the human. Remembering reaching for his phone.
Then remembering everything they'd done in the past. Remembering running for the hills and remembering the terror he felt when Cter gambled on sparing them.
And he remembered pulling his hand back away from that phone.
I... I w-wanted them to... To...
Ten years, and Mettaton still looked at them the same.
And staring into the flaming eyes of the Judge, he knew that.
And he knew exactly what he'd be sentenced to for it.
In that instant, a metallic fist slammed into the side of Cter's face, sending him racing through the air, slamming into the wall under the screens, sending screens crashing down from above, slamming into the tile and shattering to glass and flickering wires.
The room went dark. The only light was the coming from the jolting volts between busted wires and the one remaining screen, which flickered, showing Monster Kid's clash with Frisk.
Mettaton hit the ground, gasping for breath and clutching his throat, tears streaming down his face as he scooted away from Cter, who lay limp, head resting on his shoulder and arms at his sides, hair shadowing his eyes.
"Cter! That's enough!" Napstabot rolled between Mettaton and Cter, ignoring the fear making his square body shake.
"... You hated them too, didn't you..?" Cter spoke after a long, eerie silence.
"They worked so hard to save you all... To impress you all... To get you to forgive them..." Cter slowly brought that bottle to his lips, loud 'glug's filling the air for a moment. Mettaton stood slowly, knees shaking from the terror of a moment ago.
"But you," Cter wiped his chin of alcohol and blood, bringing up a knee and resting a hand on it. "You never gave a damn, did you?"
Napstabot and Mettaton remained silent, fearing what any response would bring down upon them.
"Maybe..." Cter pushed himself to his feet, cracking his neck and touching the bleeding bruise on his face, looking to his now blood stained fingers.
"Maybe I was wrong about Monsters." Cter wiped the blood from his fingers on his shirt before stuffing his hands into his pockets, walking right by Napstabot and Mettaton without batting an eye.
He paused, standing behind Mettaton, staring ahead, eyes lost in shadow. Mettaton gulped, not daring to turn around.
"Maybe you deserve exactly what's coming to you."
Mettaton, shocked, spun around to face Cter.
But he was gone.
A swirling vortex of blue heat blasted from the dust, Monster Kid spiraling out from it at lightning speed.
Frisk threw up both arms in an X in a poor attempt to block the flames, being engulfed and feeling their skin bunr for all of two seconds, before a clawed hand grabbed them, blasting out the other side of the flames and sending them slamming back first into the wall.
The wall exploded out around them, blood bursting from their throat and onto Monster Kid's arm, his hand tearing into their chest to hold them in place, blood staining their shirt and dripping from their chin.
Monster Kid opened his mouth, fire burning in his throat.
That knife spun in Frisk's hand, and they yanked it upwards, ramming it right through Monster Kid's forearm and making him snarl in pain, grip loosening enough for Frisk to slip out from under him, falling into a crouch before jumping up, spinning and slashing several times across Monster Kid's chest, tearing at that glowing white heart Monster Soul before their jump carried them above him.
They pulled their knees up to their chest, kicking both feet into Monster Kid's face and sending him tumbling back, tail quickly stopping his back from hitting the ground.
Frisk back flipped through the air, landing with both feet pressed to the wall before kicking off of it at Monster Kid, who sprung up on his tail, blasting past Frisk and reaching out, grabbing them by the ankle.
He spun, slamming them side first into the rock wall and sending rocks exploding through the air, blood spewing from Frisk's throat.
Frisk pulled back their ballet shoe, blade shooting from the tip before they kicked it into the hand Monster Kid held them with, making him drop them, growling in pain as they landed on their hands, pushing off and back flipping away, landing on two feet and skidding back.
Monster Kid threw one hand into the air, golden light absorbing the ground beneath Frisk. They jumped back just in time to dodge the spikes that shot up after them, Monster Kid bending at the knees and launching up after them.
They pulled back one arm, whipping it down and sending their Toy Knife soaring down through the air, tearing into Monster Kid's shoulder, glowing crimson blood flying through the air.
Monster Kid paid his wound no mind, reaching Frisk and grabbing them by the face, slamming them back first into the dirt and tearing through it, wings flapping to keep them soaring across the earth, Frisk tilling the dirt with their body.
Monster Kid flapped once more, sending them soaring into the sky and back up towards where they broke through that bridge, out of the pit arena they'd been trapped in.
Frisk struggled violently, reaching out and gripping the Toy Knife in Monster Kid's shoulder, yanking in free and relishing in the dragonoid's grunt of pain.
They flipped it around, wind whipping in their ears as they stabbed out, tearing into Monster Kid's right wing, making him roar in agony, blood spraying through the air.
Monster Kid's wings faltered, and the two took a nose dive, Frisk's hysterical laughter drowned in the wind as they plummeted.
Waterfall shook from their impact, dust blasting high into their arena.
The dust slowly but surely settled, leaving two laying on the ground, exhausted.
Both face down, Monster Kid grit his teeth, blood running from his many wounds and dripping onto the ground beneath him.
His hand slowly reached forward, twitching and slowly clenching into a fist, Monster Kid lifting his head to look with shaky vision at Frisk, who was doing the same as him, both narrowing their eyes in a glare.
Blood ran down Frisk's chin and from somewhere under the hair covering their forehead.
And at a speed that can only be achieved after falling from the height they fell, the two began their attempts at standing.
Undyne sat in her chair, hands clenching into the arms of it tightly, tearing the fabric.
On the TV before her was the camera footage, watching Monster and Human struggle once more.
"Please, Monster Kid..."
Mettaton grit his teeth, head down as he knelt before that screen, tears striking the ground before him.
"For the sake of everyone in the Underground, no, the world..."
Cter stood atop the wall of the pit that was their arena, teeth gritting in his grin, hands balled into fists in his pockets.
He watched Monster Kid slow, Frisk outstretching a hand for that knife between the two. That knife that most certainly didn't belong to them.
Images flashed before Cter's eyes. Walking through that raining room with an armless kid that he had a few inches on. Seeing that baby dragon face get all red and teary when he had to go stop the first 'human menace'. Being tackled after he managed to win.
Monster Kid slowly reached for the knife as well, panting.
Cter's teeth grinded against one another, shadows covering his eyes.
Monster Kid's hand stopped. His eyes threatened to shut, and his head slowly fell limp. He was tired. So tired.
Cter's sweatshirt shifted violently.
Frisk's hand wrapped around the handle of that knife.
"We'll always be best friends, won't we?"
"MONSTER KID!"
Monster Kid's eyes snapped open. Frisk's eyes darted to the ground above, eyes widening as they spotted Cter.
He stood there, hands at his sides, clenched into tight fists.
"YOU HAVE TO WIN!"
Frisk smirked, raising that knife into air as quickly as their aching body would allow and letting it fall on Monster Kid.
STAB.
Blood flew through the air.
Frisk's eyes widened.
Monster Kid glared up at them with one glowing white eye, the other blocked by shadow.
He held up one hand, knife sticking through it.
"Listen up, you sack of worthless garbage." Monster Kid slowly pushed himself to one knee, Frisk's arm being pulled up, their eyes wide in shock.
"If you really thought that after all of this..." Monster Kid got from one knee to his feet, hand grabbing Frisk's as they tried to pull their knife from his palm.
"That I was gonna go down that easy..." Fire burnt from the corners of Monster Kid's mouth, rage flaring in his burning white left eye.
Frisk was forced to stand, knife wielding arm stretched upward to reach Monster Kid's, which still held a tight grip on it.
""Lemme assure you..." Monster Kid pulled back one fist, face becoming a snarl of rage.
"YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!"
Frisk's face nearly dented inward, fist colliding with it and sending them blasting back through the air, grip failing their stolen knife.
Monster Kid watched them slam into the wall, yanking the knife from his palm and throwing it over his shoulder.
They fell limp, coughing blood, Monster Kid stomping closer.
They brought their final Snowman Piece to their lips, devouring it as a panting Monster Kid got closer.
Frisk jumped up, pulling back a Tough Glove covered fist and jolting forward, Monster Kid just glaring as they approached.
He moved his head to the side as they jumped, their fist soaring over his shoulder before he rammed his fist into their abdomen, making them hunch over, coughing blood through the air.
He tossed them up from his fist, spinning and slamming his tail into the side of their face, sending them rocketing towards the wall.
They spun in air, landing feet first against the wall and jumping off, rocketing towards Monster Kid, slamming fist first into his face and making him stumble back.
Frisk landed on their feet, jumping forward and landing three quick jabs to Monster Kid's abdomen, Monster Kid pulling himself forward out of his stumble and pulling his fist with him, ramming it into Frisk's face and making them stumble backwards, nose pointing in the wrong direction.
They snarled, pulling back and upper cutting Monster Kid, throwing his head back before he yanked it back down, slamming his forehead down into Frisk's and making the ground beneath them shatter apart.
Their eyes were locked, faces twisted in rage. Blood ran from their foreheads, but they didn't seem to care.
Frisk reached up, grabbing Monster Kid's head with both hands and jumping, slamming their knee into his face and making him throw his head back, blood spewing from his nose.
Frisk landed on their back, flipping backwards and onto their feet, jumping forward to land another punch into Monster Kid's abdomen.
He suddenly threw his head back down, mouth open, releasing a wave of flames onto Frisk, who threw their arms up, screeching in agony.
Monster Kid kept his maw wide, stream of flames unending.
That was, until a tough glove covered hand reached up, grabbing him by the jaws and pulling them together, Monster Kid's eyes widening.
Frisk pulled themself up by Monster Kid's face, kicking into Monster Kid's side with their ballet shoe's blade, Monster Kid's eyes twitching in agony.
He grabbed them by the foot, spinning and whipping them through the air, sending them racing into the furthest wall, exploding through it, sending rocks crashing from above.
Frisk yanked themself from the wall, landing on the ground, falling to their hands and knees, panting violently.
Monster Kid said nothing, spear materializing in hand as he walked towards them, expression a chilling calm.
Frisk snarled up at him, before looking down, seeing their Stolen Knife laying on the ground before them. They picked it up, pushing themself to their feet and stumbling slightly.
They locked eyes with Monster Kid, and both theirs and his narrowed.
And just like that, the two were in a sprint at one another, roaring their battle cries and pulling their weapons back into the air.
SLASH.
The two stopped, now standing back to back. Battle Against A True Hero faded out.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Monster Kid's eyes narrowed as he placed a hand over the gash in his chest, glowing white soul torn in two.
Blood filled his hand, running through his fingers as the spear disappeared from his free hand, Frisk falling to their knees behind him, panting rapidly.
"So... Heroes really aren't invincible, huh..?" Shadow covering his eyes and back to his enemy, Monster Kid smirked lightly, in spite of the blood running down his chin.
Frisk couldn't respond, too busy gasping for air, sweat and blood dripping down onto the blue dirt before them.
"But... Looking at you now..." Monster Kid glanced at them out of the corner of his no longer glowing eye from over his shoulder, smirk widening.
"Neither are you."
Dust flaking off of him, Monster Kid looked to the glowing ceiling above, smirk becoming a smile.
"So I don't care if I 'lost'." Chunks of his wings falling to piles of dust, armor falling from his body, Monster Kid placed his hands in his pockets, smile still clear on his face.
"Because now I know, even though it's not me..." Monster Kid closed his eyes, memories flashing before his eyes.
"C'mon MK Folley, you know I'm an expert at stomping Bad Kids."
"Someone out there is gonna kill you."
*your LOVE has increased! :)
Frisk slowly pushed themself to their knees, looking slowly over their shoulder at the armor sitting in a pile of dust there.
Frowning, they said nothing, picking their Stolen Knife from the ground and pushing themself to their feet, looking up to the wall leading up to the way out of this pit.
A drop of moisture struck their face, and their eyes narrowed, the dead silence occasionally interrupted by the sound of a drop.
The silence was interrupted more and more in between each drop as Frisk made their way to the wall, holding their Stolen Knife in one hand and their Toy Knife in the other.
Within a few moments, the pitter patter was replaced with the deafening sounds of waves of rain drops clashing with the ground.
The Red Ball Theme from The Boondocks Soundtrack played in the background as Frisk climbed up the wall with each knife stab, hair matted to their head from the intense rain, their clothes soaked.
Saying nothing, they crawled to the top, climbing from the ledge to their hands and feet.
Cter stood across from them at the other side of where the bridge once was, hands stuffed into his pockets, hair soaked to his head.
Frisk turned around to face him, showing no surprise to see him there.
The two stared at one another, Cter's eyes narrowed and grin wide, Frisk's eyes dead and frown deep.
Their ears were filled by the deafening rain, neither of them saying a word or making a move.
Frisk's hands did not shake.
Cter's grin did not falter.
Frisk's lifeless eyes examined the shirt under his now unzipped sweatshirt.
Unusual.
Instead of its usual black with three red stripes, this shirt was green with one yellow stripe. It was soaked in water, matting to his chest and revealing a crater of a scar running along it.
*big bro cter.
Cter's lying eyes examined Frisk's expression.
Weird.
No manic joy, no mocking confidence. Just those lightless eyes and that blank frown. Rain drops ran down their face, washing the blood and dust from it, clumped together strands of hair falling in front of their eyes.
*Squinty.
A gust of wind carried another wave of precipitation, and Frisk blinked.
Cter was gone when their eyes opened once more.
So, without saying a word or changing expression, Frisk turned around, stepping through puddles of diluted blood towards their next target.
*determination.
*two left.
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