The Door

For the monsters things were getting slightly better. The deaths had stopped completely in Hotland, all of the roaming citizens had finished moving in, there was more space in Waterfall, and there was an endless amount of jobs to do.

Sans and Alphys were ordered by Asgore to recruit assistants to aid them with their giant research project. It was aggravating and asinine to believe that the monsters were up to their hopes, as some helpers were smart, while others played around by licking doorknobs. Needless to say, they were fired. Alphys had been collecting the aluminum and titanium parts for the new L50CC2 Megaton Drill, in which Sans had fully developed the blueprints for the machine. If this worked, the metal drill would burrow deep into the earth and draw heat from the mantel of the Earth. It sounds extremely crazy but it was logical only to those who could understand.

Now, all they had to do was hire some monsters (competent ones ) who would help put the damn thing together. And that would take a long time too in itself. To tell the truth, the magma lake was already starting to dry up. Just the other day, Alphys had reported to the king that the lake's elevation level had dropped a drastic amount. To her surprise, a heavy buildup of dried lava was crusting on the edges of the lake. She expected it to be at the bottom, not at the top!

They needed to work fast, or else the entire underground would plummet into darkness for years on end. But that would take a while, and it wouldn't happen for another couple years or so. At least, that's what they hoped to accomplish before the end. They only had so much land to work with. After all, Snowdin had ceased to be habitable and the Ruins had been completely abandoned ages ago. Only Waterfall, Hotland, and the Capital remain now.

What will happen if Waterfall collapses? There's not enough room in Hotland for all of the monsters to fit... And all the monsters who can't stand the blistering heat would have to either stay behind and risk death, or go to Hotland anyway and die from lack of water. One could only hope that things would get better.

The journey to the lab had been long and treacherous, the heat serving a grim reminder that heat was not your friend. After all, it had been a long couple of weeks since you had found the last piece of Black's SOUL. Time goes by much faster in the void. What was his name anyway? But the cracked shards had refused to re-fuse, staying in their own individual pieces until further notice.

Frankly, you had just wanted to rest your weary eyes, but Black had such invigoration and such excitement that you had forced yourself to stay awake.

You wanted enough time to figure out your whole situation, and wanted enough time to figure out what to do next. Black had assured you that he had already told you what you were gonna do next, but refused to tell you, saying that he would tell you when the time was right. Sigh.

As of now, you were lingering around the shadows of Waterfall, your bright amber eyes gleaming intensely with apprehension and fear. After last time, it was only something that an idiot would do, I know. You knew you weren't supposed to be there, but you needed something something from here. Something that could help you on your journey. And your SOULs happened to lead you through the caverns, the pulse stopping at an old statue in a forlorn hallway. It was a giant slate statue and had long tendrils of bramble and ivy snaking over its chest. Small hasty cracks ran along the base of it, and there were some minor holes in it too. You could see that a fair amount of water had gotten inside of it.

You looked at the old beaten umbrella that the statue held in its hand. The same one you had left for the statue three years ago. Seems like it's been forever, huh? It was ripped and sliced apart, the rain pouring through in small blips. You took away the ratty umbrella, and gave them something else that would protect them more than a beaten umbrella. Even if it was fairly new.

You unzipped your blood red jacket, this one being conveniently waterproof and over sized. Even though it was very cold in Waterfall, you could handle getting soaked a couple of times. You stepped closer to the slate statue, taking out your precious tablet before draping your jacket over the statue. The water began to bounce back towards you, the statue beginning to dry from the lack of water. The tiny droplets of icy water nested in your ear fur, the urge to shake yourself off becoming more and more intense. And then it began to play a beautiful tune, the melody being melancholy and tranquil at the same time. Your SOULs began to pulse to the rhythm of the song. You absentmindedly hummed along with the tune, swaying on your paws along with the tempo. It was soothing and it was the only thing that was worth remembering.

To you, it was morbid and disturbing to think about anything anymore. The imminent darkness had taken shelter inside your thoughts, the innocent specks of happiness flickering candle in a snowstorm.

You could only remember the bad things, and those had to do with your past, the present, and the chilling sounds that you would hear everyday in your head. The things that would keep you awake at night in fear, sharp raps on the door and frantic scratching on the windows, as if somebody was trying to get in. The dark corners and hallways would forewarn you of a panic attack to come, and you swiftly avoided certain parts of your house because of it.

You would remember the vast pile of rotting monster bodies in the depths of the tunnels, the crimson blood festering on your paws as Undyne had struck you down, the bile and blood in your throat as Sans had killed you, the loss of breath and the crack of your ribs as Asgore had impaled you, the feeling of flesh being torn with jagged teeth, the hearty snap of multiple bones crunching, the sound of your body colliding with the floor of the gorge, the nine-headed beast cackling in all of its sadistic glory, the snake beast from Hotland bursting forth from its host's body and screeching at you, the glittering dust in the elevator, the cries of the forgotten innocent, the dusty rag, the gory bodies in the darkness of Snowdin, your recurring paranoia, and the feeling of thick dust on your skin. It was enough to make anybody go insane.

The fact that you couldn't even look at your old acquaintances without your brain kicking into overdrive was… well…. Irritating and frightening. Everytime you had spotted an old friend or acquaintance, your brain would startle you in the worst possible way. The figure would appear to be within a foot of you, and much more dangerous, a loud and eerie static filling your head with fear and causing your heart to race. It only helped to fuel the fire that was your incessant paranoia.

One minute you would be fine, and in the next minute, a thunderous amber alert would go off in your head and scare the dickens out of you. So much, that you had to cover your head and slow your breathing, so that you wouldn't have an aneurysm. The hellish sound haunted you in the dark, having you constantly check your surroundings for anything suspicious that might spike your fear. Your fear was running rampant these days, triggers in every innuendo and crevice. But there was nothing you could do about it, so you opted to master it.

You ha only came back to listen to the melody once or twice, hoping that it could chase away your fears and bring back your nonchalant shell. It didn't. You gave a melancholic sigh, turning on your heels to go towards Hotland. You had mastered the art of being undetected, your long claws silent against the cold floors. You could blend into the darkness with ease, appearing nonexistent to the normal eye. It was easier to get around when there were no monsters around, but luck wasn't on your side today.

You had to pass by the main Waterfall civilization, staying in the shadows and being as sneaky as possible. The loud sounds of other monster's conversations had drowned out the dark thoughts in your head. From up here, the civilization was still huge. Houses were built on the bright teal waters, small wooden bridges connecting them to one another. Monsters busily walked to and fro with their children, with obvious places to be. You were walking along a precarious ledge in the cavern walls, high up above the city. Unless someone was looking at you with a telescope, they wouldn't see you up here.

It had started to rain earlier, each wave coming down in a steady downpour. You were surprised that Waterfall wasn't flooded, but then remembered that dead civilization underneath the city. You were getting absolutely soaked out here, your only means of protection being the jacket that you had given to that musical statue. As of now, you were clad in an overly large white shirt, with mid-thigh black shorts. The end of the civilization was in sight. Almost there...

You were almost at the gateway of Hotland when Black had began to lead you, his hoarse voice whispering to you from the back of your head. It was almost as if he was behind you. Funny, how he spoke through your mind.

"Lion? Can you hear me? It's me, Gaster."

"Yo. So that's what your name is..."

"Okay. You can hear me. You're at the entrance of Hotland, correct?"

"Yup."

"Okay. Go to the four-way junction right before the lab. The people in the lab constantly watch the cameras for intruders or solicitors. You'll need to stay in the shadows until further notice. Got it?"

"Got it." You knew what shadows he meant, as there were no shadows in Hotland. You threw your legs over the cliff, hooking on with your claws. Moving sideways, you stuck near the bottom-most layer of rocks, out of sight of any passerby.

"Okay. The lab has a set of camera men who watch the perimeter of the lab. It's going to be hard, but we have to deactivate all the cameras at once. But only on one side."

"So how would I go about doing that, G?"

"I'll be on the lookout. I need you to move up to the highest layer of rock, but out of camera sight. Understand?"

"Yep." You hauled yourself upwards on the cliff wall, the top of your head just below the cliff.

"Okay. Look at the lab for a bit. The cameras are turned away." You hesitantly peered over the edge of the cliff, your amber eyes locking onto the lab. It had three separate cameras, one on the left, one near the door, and one to the right.

"When I say go, you'll need to melt the cameras in a certain order. You'll need to move quickly. Once the first camera is down, they'll come running. If you can, get through the door, and if you can't, take out the guards with as much force as necessary. But no flashy explosions. Take out anybody inside and make sure nobody sets off any alarms. Heavens forbid, we don't need that. Got it?"

"Yep." With that, you hid back under the cliff, your hind claws closer to your belly. You were ready. Any second now.

"Go!" You pushed off with your hind claws, landing on the heated path right away. You leapt forward, encasing the right camera in flames. Then the next, and the other one. The lab doors had suddenly opened, a loud alarm sounding off. Two heavily armored guards came out, large regiswords at the ready. You sleekly slipped in and shut the large metal doors behind you. With a smirk, you ran your claws across the dashboard, cutting the wires and shutting off the light inside. There was nobody in here.

"Alright. Ignore the large desk of fandom merchandise and pick up the white and blue key card on the it. That will open the elevator to the lab. Then, head for the door next to it." You ignored the desk filled with cat stuff and pick up the bicolored key card. It glowed in your paws, your fur slowly warming. You then head towards the door next to it. Hey! You remember this door! The one with the strange lizard panel next it!

"Stick the card into the panel." A large slit opened up beneath the panel. From behind you, furious banging ensued from the door to the left. Heh. You inserted the card into the slot, the metal door shaking and sliding away to reveal an elevator. You quickly clambered inside and the door closed behind you. You moved to press a button but paused. There was only one button there, the floor labeled as "true lab". You pushed in the button, the elevator rumbling to life as it began to move down the shaft. No elevator music or nothing.

The elevator soon came to a complete stop at the bottom, the metal doors automatically clicking open. With an audible shutter the elevator lights shut off, the button for the lab above blinking with red light. You stepped out into the darkness, your long claws clicking on the tiles. A low groan came from the other room, the tapping of multiple claws on the wall.

"Should I be worried about that?"

"Do not worry about them. Those are the amalgamates. They only wish to be fed. You do have some gold, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Go down these two hallways. You'll find a vending machine near the generator. Buy some potato chisps. That'll hold them off until later." Welp. You set off down the hallway, the clicks on the wall fading into the background. You could hear the air conditioner, wheezing in frail attempts to chill the air. Nope. It was pretty hot down here.

Gaster was right. There was a large vending machine, filled to the brim with the crunchy snacks. You got two bags, family-size style. You took salt and vinegar for yourself and cheddar for the amalgamates.

"Seriously? Snacking in a place like this?" Gaster chided angrily.

"Dude. I haven't eaten in a couple of days. Spare me a few chisps." You ripped open the salt and vinegar bag, the bitter scent wafting out with a tantalizing odor. You began to snack as you walked, taking the time to pop a few in your mouth. Salty.

"Alright, now go to the right." You turned down the hallway, coming into a room with numerous beds.

"Why are there so many beds?"

"They're for the amalgamates. Go straight. Not into the room with the flowers."

"I see." You popped another chisp into your mouth. You savored the taste, as bitter things were your favorite. You then came to a hallway. One path to the left, and one path to the right.

"Go to the left." You walked forward, eyeing the rooms as you passed. You spotted a room with a shower inside. Gaster seemed to already know what you were gonna ask.

"We used that room to sterilize ourselves. Bacteria is a nuisance."

"Okay. I was about to ask what kind, but you beat me to the punch." Gaster just stared at you within your mind. You shrugged. What? You were just curious! You soon came to a room with a large machine hooked up in the middle of the room. It was shaped like a skull of sorts, its eye sockets like endless voids. It reminded you of the dead citizens of the city underneath Waterfall. The skulls looked very similar.

"Go over to the machine in the corner." There was a utility cart over in the corner, a large machine sitting on the top. It was off as of now. It had tons of buttons and wires attached to it, and three levers for something else. You padded slowly over to it, setting down your goods on the floor. Don't worry taste buds. You'll have your fun. Later.

"Turn the dial in the upper-right corner and pull the middle lever." You did as he said, pulling and pushing the switches in the right order. The skull in the room had started to light up, the eye sockets filtering out a bright white light. The room began to crackle with magic energy, the hairs on your body standing at attention.

"Put the soul fragments into the middle indent. They'll fit this time." You weren't sure if this would really work but you would give it a try. The noise was deafening, you having to hold an arm over your ears to keep from going deaf. You pulled out the tablet from the pocket of your shorts. The soul fragments glowed a dazzling white as they popped out from the hold of the tablet. They began to attract each other, the first piece clicking with the second piece which clicked with the third. They created a cracked version of a monster soul. It began to spark with magic power, the bits beginning to come apart. You took away your arm, using both to push the pieces of the SOUL together. With a firm shove, you fitted the soul fragments into the indent. The machine began to smoke and whistle, giving the room much more noise than normal. You backed away, leaving the chisps to defend themselves. Quiet.

A dense quiet had filled the air, followed by the light engulfing you in its grasp. It was so very hot. You could feel your SOULs being ripped from their place in your chest. They had stopped pulsing, and instead, glowed with the same intensity as the light in the room. You felt yourself cry out for help. And a warm hand wrapped itself around your own, answering your call.

And then, darkness had ensued.

Why were you here? Oh wait. That's right. You had agreed with Gaster that you would sacrifice one of your lives to resurrect him. You felt a small grin form on your muzzle as the familiar arch of golden light had appeared, the numbers 1-4 floating above. You watched as the hand moved towards the three. The number four trembled and shattered, the pieces flying away into the void. As there was nothing left to fix, the tolling bell filled the silence, its peaceful sound was soothing to listen to. Your ears ached, your eyes burned, and your body was sore. But you did the right thing.

The darkness soon faded out of sight, and the familiar floor of Waterfall had appeared before you. You sat huddled in the middle of a corridor. It felt like you had been sitting here for quite a long time. The tablet was gone for your possession. Probably left in the true lab, or it had disintegrated with the intense light. Either way, you were done with that thing.

You hauled yourself to your paws, your stance unsteady and your legs weak. You put your paws on the wall to steady yourself, catching a glint of silver light on the floor. On the ground sat a huge white key. It was as big as your paw.

You stooped to pick it up, stopping as you heard something appear in front of you. You looked up, only to see a large white door in the wall. That wasn't there before. You barely remembered this door, bits of Hotland swimming before your eyes. You shook your head, your ears flapping around wildly. The door had a silver lock, the key slot being much bigger than average. You eyed the starkwhite key in your paws. You approached the door slowly, and fit the key in the lock. The door swung open. You took a breath and stepped in.

Weird. You weren't in the void like you had expected, but instead, had stepped into a lab room of sorts. Everything was white and had been polished nicely. Test tubes and vials littered the counters, empty and clean. It smelled of acid and blood inside.

"Ah! There you are! I was wondering when you'd get here!" You turned around to face the voice. It was Gaster. Hot damn. He looked entirely different than before. His face had remained the same, cracked and all. But this time, he actually had a body. He wore a long black lab coat with a white turtleneck underneath. He also wore black slacks with a goober-looking pair of dress shoes to match. The same as before, but when he was a blurry mess, he was your hight. Now, he towered a full two feet above you.

He was currently scrambling about at a large desk, a pile of something white draped across his shoulders. He looked extremely excited about something, the lights in his eye sockets sparking with yellow light. Heh.

You leaned against a polished counter, watching him as he went about. He then stopped in front of you, holding something out to you. It was a white lab coat with a pair of thick-framed glasses.

"I'm going to need your help with something. I hope that you don't mind."

"I see that, but… what's with the glasses?" You gently took the items from Gaster, your head clearing up slightly.

"I saw what you saw whenever I had to lead you somewhere, and frankly, your eyesight is terrible. You should've gone back for your glasses when they had burned in Hotland. While you were out, I managed to make you a pair of new glasses in the meantime, so that everything wouldn't seem so blurry." It was true. You were near-sighted and often had to use more eye power than necessary to see further than you normally could. While Alphys had made your previous pair, these were much better.

You tried on the nice white lab coat. It was really big, and dragged on the floor ever so slightly. The sleeves went down to your knees and sagged with every gesture. You didn't mind. It was cozy.

"You might want to roll up your sleeves as we have work to do."

"Okay. Speaking of which, where are we?" You rolled up the sleeves of your lab coat, watching as Gaster rummaged through the cabinets.

"We're in a tiny pocket of space time. It's only accessible by having a key to this room, but you and I are the only ones that can get in here. Don't give anybody the key." You tried on the glasses and immediately brightened. Everything became much clearer and pronounced. Much better.

"Ready?"

"Yup!"

This was the fourth year since Lion had went missing. Another child had fallen, the last one having the only SOUL attribute of PERSEVERANCE. She had curly red hair and bright green eyes. She had called herself Marilyn, but refrained from sharing her last name. It had taken a long while for her to agree with the terms of the monster system, but she still had yet to befriend all the monsters. The other children had, and with that, the monsters could soon go free. The only problem was something that they didn't expect: a sickness.

All of the children had caught a strange sickness that couldn't be explained. The symptoms included hallucinations, coughing, a high fever, trouble breathing, and the inability to get up. Thus, Toriel and Asgore were stuck at home taking care of them, none of the children perishing from it. Alphys and Sans couldn't find a cure, not to mention that the sickness only affected humans. They had no leverage to go off on as none of them knew what a human comprised of. They could've asked Lion, but she was gone. Long gone.

Where were they? To tell the truth, they weren't so optimistic about her return nowadays. Papyrus still hadn't given up and Sue was still eager to reunite with his friend, but that would have to wait until he was better.

"Prepare the extract and stir the solution!"

"Already on it!" You had been working with Gaster for a whole year now, helping him create a variety of things. The one thing you were working on as of now was the cure for the strange human sickness. Word had gotten out that the humans had gotten sick with a strange illness that monsters couldn't catch. You weren't sure if you could catch it, but you rarely ever got sick so there was nothing to worry about. Gaster had mentioned the symptoms to you, but he didn't know what they did to the human body. You had to tell him instead.

Combining your knowledge together, you set to work on making a cure for the illness. It was almost done. But, with every good thing comes a bad thing. It had yet to be tested, but you couldn't just abduct one of the children.

Alas, you had to be the one to use it on the sick children.

Gaster had put it simply, that you had to go directly to the children and administer them with the shots. There were seven different cures, one for each soul attribute. Each syringe was filled with the cure, labeled with who was getting it. The only problem now was conquering your fears, and finding the others. You were extremely nervous, but even with that so, Gaster had reassured you that you were safe and that if anything were to happen to you, he would exact his revenge. Okay.

You stored the large syringes in your pearly white lab coat, separate pockets for each of them. With a click of the lock, you stepped back out into Waterfall. The cold breeze ruffled your hair and made you shudder with apprehension. The door had suddenly disappeared behind you. Welp. No going back now.

You had been walking for about half an hour before you found it. A large building near tem village, similar in construction to Grillbys. It even had the logo on the top. The same bear monster stood in front of the entrance, sparing you a skeptic look, but letting you pass. You stepped into the bar. The warm air seeped into your clothing, comforting and tranquil to your heavy nerves. Nobody seemed to notice you as you made your way to the polished bar. If Grillby was here, he would know where the others are. You stopped at the bar, and sat, waiting. You had soon caught his eye, and you waved him over. He looked mildly confused. You could make out that his scarlet and orange flames were crackling more vivdly.

"It's been four years since I've last seen you, Lion. What are you doing here?" His voice was low and raspy, crackling with the embers of his fire.

"Do you know where the others are? I need to find them." He raised a fiery eyebrow.

"For what reason?"

"Private business. It involves a whip and some chlorine."

"Um… Do you want me to call Sans?" You froze up for a second, fear filling you with apprehension. You hesitantly nodded and Grillby stepped away, picking up a phone on the far away counter. You were trembling in your seat.

It wasn't long before you felt a heavy hand land on your shoulder. The static came back, this time at full force. You slowly turned to face him, your ears flattened against your head. Grillby was tending to another customer, but you could tell that he was listening.

"heya. grillby said you wanted to talk to me? but i'm wondering why? last time we found you, you nearly killed us. why now?" Sans was staring at you now, the lights in his sockets dim.

"I-I did want t-to talk to you. I-I mean.. I need t-to ask you if you c-could help me w-with a certain task." You were trembling severly, but you couldn't help it. You were terrified of him, despite how you held him off in your last battle. Every inch of your body screamed for you to run away, but now was not the time for that.

"woah. chill out, kit. i ain't gonna hurt you." You gave a low hesitant chuckle. You could barely meet his eyes, flinching when he forced you to look at him.

"I-If only I could believe that. I-It's not like I-I hate you guys o-or anything, but from the r-reminders of our last e-encounters, it's not exactly a… a happy reminder."

"alright. come on." You shakily got up from your stool, following Sans out the door. He made sure to hook his right arm with your left one, just so that you couldn't get away.

"so what's with that lab coat? you smell like acid."

"U-umm. New fashion sense? Look. I need to find Toriel… I-I heard about the kids getting sick, s-so my buddy and I got to thinking..."

"who's this buddy?"

"L-Let's just say, you'll thank me later." The two of you began to walk through Waterfall. Sans kept eyeing you, your shaky steps causing you to fidget and sweat.

"ya know, it's been quite a while since we've seen you around. how old are you by the way?"

"E-Eighteen." Sans let out a low whistle. Yeah. It had been a while, huh?

"so what have you been up to since then?"

"W-Well, It took three years but I solved the puzzle of that old tablet and explored the bowels of the Underground, hid from the masses, honed my training skills, went through a whole bunch of trials, and then some." Sans had fully turned towards you, a curious and aggresive gleam in his eyes.

"you solved the tablet? well, what happened? what was the grand mystery?" You could tell that Sans was genuinely curious.

"W-Well, some guy had had his soul shattered across the fabric of space and time, so I found the pieces and put him back together. It cost me one of my lives but I still have three left. C-Counting this one too." Sans seemed to visibly sweat at that.

"the guy. what was his name?" His voice was low, almost like a growl.

"Gaster. I used to call him Black. He's my buddy and he helped to put this thing together." You eyed the large syringes in your pocket, your ears beginning to loosen up. His grip seemed to tighten as he kept walking. A small cottage came into view. It was tiny but homely. It was very Toriel-like.

"can we talk later? as of now, we're at Tori's house. her and Asgore have been taking care of the sick children." You knew about the seven children, each being deathly sick. You figured that Toriel would be the one to care for them. He unattached himself from your arm.

"We can as a m-matter of fact. As of now, I have something that needs to be done. Thanks for bringing me here, by the way. Your scents aren't registered, due to the gap. It's much harder to find you guys nowadays." Sans had opened the door, and the both of you stepped in slowly. The warm air had hit you, once again. On the inside, Papyrus and Undyne sat on a couch, discussing something troubling. Alphys was doing something in the kitchen. They seemed to stop what they were doing as soon as they saw you.

"Lion?" Undyne had gotten to her feet, her bright amber eyes widened.

"LION? IS IT-" You fearfully ignored Undyne and Papyrus, Sans leading you to Toriel. Alphys had dropped something in the kitchen, ditching whatever it was to join the commotion. Undyne, Alphys, and Papyrus followed closely, Papyrus edging ever closer to you. A large bedroom was coming up at the end of the hall. A crude drawing of a bunch of children was taped to the door. The door was wide open.

"My child?!" Toriel who was busy at work had stopped to stare at you, as did Asgore. You could feel the intense stares of everybody, each burning a hole into the back of your head. You proceeded to ignore them, approaching the sick children instead. They did indeed look terribly ill. They lay side-to-side, packed like sardines on the large bed. Each had pale skin, beads of sweat forming on her brows.

"What are you doing here?"

"S-Strictly business. Nothing to worry about." You raised your arm hesitantly, beckoning all of the children's SOULs out. They each glowed a muted color of their attributes. Some swirled with a dark brown substance, some being cracked from a trauma.

"Wait! What are you doing?" You flinched and turned to glare haughtily at the group. They were grouped together near the door, Alphys in particular ogling your lab coat.

"Work. I'd appreciate if you'd let me do that, please. It's a test of sorts. It's not going to hurt them, but rather, do the opposite." You didn't care if you were getting sassy with them. There was work to be done!

Frisk was the closest to you, her tiny chest rapidly rising and falling. Their SOUL was a muted candy red, murky swirls of gray appearing from the sickness. You brought out the large syringe addressed to the trait of DETERMINATION.

"My child. What is that for?" Toriel motioned towards the syringe. You stopped and eyed her again, fully turning to face the group. Papyrus had gone pale. It WAS a big needle.

"My buddy and I have been researching a cure for the sickness. With his knowledge of chemical compounds and my knowledge of the human body, we combined it together into research. He can't come here because he had something else to do. I was the scapegoat, and thus, I am here. Unless you want these children to die, you will calm down and let me help them. They will not suffer any injuries."

You turned back to Frisk, slowly uncapping the first syringe. With a quick push, you inserted the sharp tip of the needle into Frisk's SOUL. The group seemed appalled at what you were doing, but who cares. The gray swirls seemed to vanish and the red color had became brighter and stronger.

As soon as you taken out the needle, Frisk had flew forward, clutching their chest in relief. You didn't pay anymore attention to them as you moved towards the next child. This one had a muted orange soul. You brought out the syringe addressed to the soul of BRAVERY. You inserted the needle, drawing it out when the task was done. The child had raised quickly, doing the same as the child before. You did the same for each child until each syringe was empty and each child, awake. You moved back to observe the side effects.

The children were all healthy, you stowing the empty syringes in your lab coat. Toriel looked astounded while the others could only stare.

"Well. That was the only thing that I came here for, so I'll be taking my leave now. It would do better to learn more about human anatomy so that you'll be better prepared next time. To better health, then." Once the deed was done, you had set off and out the room, leaving the small cottage to celebrate. It was sad to leave, but a bit relieving to leave all that tension and anxiety behind.

"Wait!" Undyne had caught up, locking your arm with her solid grip. You flinched and turned to face her, your fearful paranoia kicking in again.

"Yes? May I help you with something?"

"It's been four years right? I'd like to thank you… for curing the children… But still. It would be nice if you dropped in more often. We've been searching for you ever since you left, you idiot. There's no way that we'll let you slip out of our sight!"

"Wait. You've been searching for me? For four years? I would've given up, so thanks, I guess."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I want you to swear that you'll come back later! Everybody's been dying to see you! Well, not literally, but you get the point! Come back before night or I'll hunt you down and bring you back!"

"I suggest not to threaten me because every part of me is screaming to run away. The only reason that I came here today was to help the children. Besides, despite what I want to think, I still haven't gotten over to whole 'you killing me' thing. It's not very pleasant to be around your killers." You wrenched your arm out of her grasp, rubbing your sore appendage.

"You SWEAR that you'll be back later?"

"Relax. I'll be back later so hold your tits, please. I SWEAR." With that, you turned on your heel and set out the door, eager to tell Gaster your news. You would hold yourself to your word, and you would return later. You needed to have a nice, long chat with the others.