She crosses the bridge that hangs over the lava and finds a huge building. Above the door, in large letters reads "Laboratory".
Flowey groans. "Not this place.." he says. "The dino who lives here is a freak. And is just plain mean. This is ridiculous."
Frisk blinks. "Sounds like you guys got some beef." She says.
Flowey nods. "I hate everything that she is."
Frisk looks at the door. "Well, I'm not stopping." Frisk opens the door and walks in. Its pitch black and Frisk has to feel her way around. She comes up to a big monitor with her face on it. She moves and the picture moves. "Someones been watching us?" She asks and the lights flick on, revealing a laboratory with lots of chemical experiments on ever available surface. Her eyes are drawn to a dinosaur woman standing in front of the only other exit.
"Welcome to my lab, human." She says with a mean smirk.
"I just stepped out to call my girlfriend. I didnt expect you so soon. Please excuse the mess. Youll be dead soon anyway." She says, stepping into the room and flanking her. "You know, there's a robot that you should meet." She says shoving her hands in her pockets. "METTATON!" she shouts. A box shaped robot with a single wheeled leg, four arms and several red lights and buttons on its front rolls in from the door the dino came from.
"Yes Master Alphys?" He asks in a robotic monotone voice.
Alphys smiles again. It makes Frisk's skin crawl. "I want you to meet the human youre going to destroy." She says, beckoning him over.
He rolls up to her side and faces Frisk. "Hello human. Your blood will look good fabulous as a new coat of paint." He says. It almost sounds halfhearted somehow.
Alphys laughs and elbows him. "Escort our guest to the showroom." Alphys says and Mettaton quickly rolls over and grips Frisk's arm roughly.
"Lets go human." He says and pulls her towards the door he came through.
"Let go!" She says, trying to push him off.
"Just go along with it human. It will be better for you." Mettaton says softly in a normal voice and they come to a room with a single spotlight shining on a chair. "Sit down." Mettaton says in the monotone again.
She sits down and suddenly a lot of blinding lights come on and a crowd cheers loudly. "Welcome back everyone to Spin or Die!" Mettaton shouts into a microphone. The crowd cheers louder. "Here we have a new contestant! Frisk the Human!" And he directs everyone's attention to Frisk. The crowd gets quiet. "Dont worry folks! If she can't answer our questions, she will be ripped apart by this lovely bomb and diamond edged saws!" He says directing everyone's attention to the ceiling where a bomb is hanging by a wire and is counting down and several saw blades are ready to be released by a cat monster in an odd uniform. The cat monster gives the crowd a thumbs up and a sneer.
The crowd cheers and the spotlight is brought back to Frisk. "Ok, human. How is a raven like a writing desk?" Mettaton asks. Suspenseful music plays throughout the room. Frisk bites her lip. "Hurry human. Ten seconds."
She starts to panic. "They arent!" She shouts at the last second. The crowd gasps.
"Correct human. Next question." He says swiveling around a few times, getting real close. "What is Pi?" Mettaton asks.
Frisk bites her lip and Flowey whispers something to her without moving his lips. "The irrational number humans and monsters use to rationalize the world around us." She says.
The crowd is kind of stunned. "I was sure you wouldn't get that one. Im impressed, human." He says.
Frisk sighs with relief.
"Why..." he wheels around behind her "is the color purple always in jail?"
Frisk bites her lip as she thinks. Flowey's got nothing too. "I dont know." She says finally.
Mettaton laughs. "Because he's always violet!" He says and a saw blade swings down to cut her in half. The crowd goes wild and she jumps out of the way at the last minute, making the crowd boo at her.
She tries to escape, but more saw blades swing from the ceiling to block her way. She screams and quickly jumps out of the way of the first one. The second one nearly chops off her nose, making the crowd gasp. Cameras and the spotlight follow her so the audience can watch. She jumps past that one and the third cuts off a bit of her hair. She jumps past that one as it swings up and rolls past the last two. The crowd boos and the bomb is dropped on Frisks head. She falls, her head bleeding. She groans in pain.
"Frisk, you have to get up! I dont know how to diffuse a bomb!" Flowey says, pushing it off of her. He looks at it again and it has ten seconds left. "Frisk! We need to go!" He says, extending a leaf up to the catwalk and hoisting his dazed friend upwards.
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The whole stage is covered in acid, corroding everything. Flowey sighs with relief.
Mettaton laughs loudly. "Darn we didnt get her this time but tune in tomorrow for the second half!" Mettaton says and the crowd cheers.
Frisk groans again, dazed and unresponsive. Flowey drags her out of the studio and into a back room of the studio. "This is really bad.." Flowey says trying to stop the bleeding. He takes her backpack off of her and digs through it for the first aid kit. He presses gauze to that spot thats bleeding and wraps it up with a bandage. He digs through her pockets to find her cell phone. He bites his lip and contemplates calling someone. Instead it rings.
"Hello?" He answers.
"I should've burned you when I had the chance." Papyrus growls. "Where are you?"
Flowey looks around. "Looks like a janitor's closet." He says.
"Good. Stay there." And Papyrus hangs up.
Flowey covers Frisk in her jacket and folds up a couple shirts to put under her head. Then he waits. He hears stomping and doors slamming open. I never thought that I would say this, but I really hope that's Papyrus. Flowey says to himself, ready for anything.
The door bursts open, and Papyrus looks... worried? "Found her!" He shouts out into the hall.
Toriel follows him in. "Oh dear!" Toriel says, looking like she's about to cry. They come to Frisk's side and look her over.
"Head injury.." Flowey says as Toriel pets her head. "Looks like a concussion." He adds, hopping back into his pot "She didnt really move or talk after that thing was dropped on her head."
Papyrus looks at him and looks back at Frisk. He pulls something out of his pocket and starts spoon-feeding it to her while Toriel gets her to swallow.
Soon the bleeding stops and Toriel unwraps the bandages. "We should take her back. She's filthy!" Toriel says, pulling her into her lap.
"Fine." Papyrus says and picks up her backpack. Flowey reaches down and stuffs the shirts back in the backpack. Toriel carries Frisk towards Alphys's office where they find Sans and Alphys in a heated argument. They can it the second the group walks in.
Sans walks over and looks at Frisk. "I take it you're ready to go?" Sans says, taking a drag from his cigarette. Paps nods and Toriel hugs Frisk tighter. Sans touches them and suddenly they're back in Sans's livingroom. Toriel takes her up to the bathroom and Papyrus sets her backpack with Flowey in it on her bedroom floor. Then he joins Sans on the couch.
He steals his cigarette and they wait for Toriel to get out of the bathroom. "Im gonna make tea." Sans grumbles and goes into the kitchen.
About ten minutes later, Toriel comes out of the bathroom with Frisk wrapped in a towel. Papyrus puts out his cigarette and goes to sit in the kitchen. Toriel brings Frisk downstairs and tucks her into her bed. Sans pours the three of them a cup of tea. They sit there in silence.
"Did you talk to Alphys?" Toriel asks, looking at Sans.
"What do you think." Sans grunts.
"So what did she say?" Toriel asks, putting her teacup down roughly.
"That she's going to kill Frisk the first chance she gets. That destroying the troglodytes that trapped us here is all she cares about." Sans says, sipping his tea. Toriel sighs.
"So we have to put in more work into protecting her. Just great." Papyrus says.
Sans looks at Paps with an eyebrow raised. "We aren't going to do anything. When she wakes up, we'll feed her and let her leave. She may even sneak out and youre going to let her." Sans says. "She hasnt actually reset yet so we cant stop her."
Papyrus grunts in displeasure, bringing his cup up to his mouth.
"Good for you Papyrus, there is a heart beating in that boney chest of yours." Toriel says looking devious.
"Fight me!" He growls, standing up so roughly he almost spills the tea, a bone appearing in his hand. Toriel just laughs and Sans rolls his eyes, forcing him to sit down.
He drinks his tea and after an hour, Toriel goes back to her hotel room, making the bags of bones promise to call her if Frisk woke up.
She sleeps well into the night. Papyrus gives up and goes to bed at midnight and Sans waits up in the kitchen, drinking at least three pots of coffee to himself.
At about 4 am, Frisk opens her door. Sans looks over at her. "Taking off again?" He asks, eyeing the backpack that Flowey is sticking out of. Frisk nods. "Saw you on tv. Almost were turned to pudding there." He says as he offers her a seat. She comes up and sits next to him. He pours her a cup of coffee. "This will help you get going." He says and pushes it towards her.
She takes it and drinks it. "Yuck!" She says coughing and choking.
"You can add sugar dumbass." Sans says giving her a spoon and the container of sugar. Frisk adds a lot before she likes it enough to drink.
Sans chuckles. "Be more careful." He says and Frisk downs it pretty quickly. Frisk gets down from the table and walks towards the door.
"Be careful kid." Sans says again, sipping his coffee. She leaves. She touches the save point at the end of Snowdin. Having somewhere to come back to fills her with Determination.