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Chapter 26 Good News and Bad News
—Alphys's lab—
"So… this was the magical signal source that Gaster picked up." After the operation, a bomb sample was sent to Alphys's lab for further examination. Alphys looked at the results of magic test. "This circuit board is quite interesting, using a human interface, but results in magic pluses." She took up the board. "Except this, there wasn't anything worth attention. I don't know how to track circuit boards. I believe others had the idea how to use this clue."
But another thought bothers her. "According to Gaster, the magic signal he picked up was about this high…" Alphys wrote a set of number and unit down on a piece of paper. "To results, one package of explosives is about this…" Alphys wrote another number with the unit. "Divine the two and change units…" Alphys took out a calculator and rapidly key in a few numbers and pressed "=". Alphys was stunned by the outcome. If the magical signal represented the total quantity of explosives; then they are in deep trouble.
"It seemed like they had distributed all the goods or masked them, or Gaster will pick up another unusual signal. I need to tell darling."
Alphys took up her i-mon and made a call.
"Hello?" A sound came from the other side of the phone. "Hey there doc."
"Tempest? Why are you using dear's phone?" Alphys was nervous, she knew Undyne went on a mission, did she…
"Don't worry, she's too busy to make a call." Tempest eased Alphys when he noticed the silence from the other side. "She will call you later. By the way, why do you call? Did you get something from the bomb? Or something else?"
"Yes. It's something urgent! IT COULD ENDANGER THE LIFE WE HAVE NOW!"
Tempest felt his head aching and surprised. What did Alphys figured that she had to use such a loud volume to emphasize it? "Wait a sec. I'm moving. Ready… and jump!"
After a minute, Undyne was on the phone.
"What's up, babe?"
"Dear! There might be a considerable number of explosives in town!"
"WHAT? Chill down, tell me how did ya get this idea."
Alphys told Undyne about the gathering she had before.
"So, Gaster picked up strong magic signals, and it happens that it's signal correspond to the bomb sample one."
"According to some quick calculations. That amount of explosive power could take down a mountain."
"Thank you, babe, I'll tell the chief this."
Undyne hung the phone.
—Later—
The kids were sitting on the couch, talking about the clothing that they are wearing in MMT re-opening.
"So, Azzy what does a formal royal outfit looks like?" Frisk asked with curiosity, she never saw it before.
"For men, it's a piece of plate armor and cloaks with the Delta rune on it. It looks like what Dad wore when you first met him." Asriel shrugged and placed a paw under his shout. "Not very sure, though. I've never worn such a thing before, I even didn't have the chance to grow up. Mom and Dad will prepare a set for me. I think."
Frisk imagined Asriel in Asgore's armor. "Oh, my. That will be awesome. Quite a good news is that." She thought. She kept calm on the surface and kept on asking. "Oh. Wait! Azzy. Who makes all the armor back in the underground? I didn't see a blacksmith or something similar there. This quite bothers me for some time."
"I don't know. In fact, no one knows. It was said by all someone in Hotlands could help. Just place a note on a specific place, and place 500 G on it. There are some measurement tools by it, so you can get your size, write all the numbers required and what you hope it looked like down on the note and leave. The next day, someone will replace the note with the armor you wanted. Repairing armor worked the same, but only needed to put 50 G and the broken armor. The creator was anonymous, and he…maybe she never took breaks. As far as I know, Dad's, Undyne's, and Greater Dog's full armor was created by the same person."
"OK. Then, so you will go back in underground soon?"
"No, the monster shifted the place to the surface, and it's nearby here. I just take a walk there soon, but not now, the sun will grill me alive."
"No one liked to be in the underground, don't they?"
"Sure. Thousand years of darkness, despair, and nightmares. I don't think anyone could endure that. We wanted the light, hope, and dreams so badly."
"Now you have them, what's your next plan?"
"The peace for everyone. Every single one."
"That's quite ambitious. It's a hard dream, but a great one. By the way…" Frisk smiled. "If you thought it too hot because of your fur was too thick, why don't you shave it?"
Asriel considered it for a while, flushed, and said in an embarrassed tone. "What? I don't like to be non-fluffy! And I feel… naked without it."
Frisk laugh by just imagining Asriel without fur.
"Stop it!" Asriel shouted in absolute shyness, getting an idea about what was Frisk thinking. "Whatever you are thinking, just stop, Oh golly!"
But I can't help! AHahahah!" Frisk continued to laugh.
Asriel bleated and cover his snout with his paws. "Stop…please…" He protested weakly.
"All right. But I bet you still look cute that way..., and maybe I can make something out of your fur."
"…" Asriel wasn't in the mood of answering, but Frisk's last sentence gave him some ideas, not for now, but it'll come to play soon.
Frisk ditched her smile and returned to her normal flat face. "Really, we have to sort this out in one way or another. You can't just stay home causes it is too hot outside. It's only June now. Only the beginning of summer. It WILL be hotter afterward."
"Frisk, do you know flames had different types?" Asriel asked.
"What? Isn't just an extreme example of oxidizing?"
Asriel shook his head. "Frisk, there are two type of flames, considering how were they created. First was magical flame; then was natural flame."
"So, what the difference?"
"Flames that monster and humans magic use are all called magical flames, then can add any kinds of property on the flame, the royal family was well known about this… the highest tier of flame manipulation. But dragons like Tempest are different, their element power stems from natural elements. So, there are some rules they must obey if they don't want to waste a lot of stamina. For example, Tempest couldn't make a "solid" air wall easily. That was completely not how fluids work. And it's impossible for his cousin to make "hard" flames. Since flame doesn't even have a matter form."
"So, you mean they need to follow how the original element works in our world?"
"Yes… But magical elements stem from our own power, so there was no problem to customize it to our needs. I was thinking about this. Can I make endothermal flames by using my natural talent? Power by my magic, and keep me cold all the time?"
Frisk looked excited. "Maybe! You can ask mom and dad! I think they were too busy to think about this. It'll be a great advance of stop our family to be overheated outside!" Frisk squirt at Asriel with a light smile. "And you don't need to shave that fur off."
"Stop mentioning shaving!" Asriel shouted back.
Frisk huffed. "All right, grumpy goat."
"I'm not grumpy!"
"Yes, you are!"
"…"
Asriel and Frisk went in cold war… until Toriel made pie to make them open their mouth.
—Later—
Frisk and Asriel wanted to pay a visit to MK, and bring Tempest with them, see if he can do anything to his state.
But Tempest refused to go there… "I don't hate Monster Kid, I quite like him instead, but I hate going to hospitals even more. Sorry, I will see him after he came out."
"Why then?" Frisk asked. "Are you afraid of doctors and needles?"
"No… I have two reasons…" Tempest sat on the floor, it seemed like this talk won't end fast. So, Frisk and Asriel also sat down. "First, I HATE babies, regardless their race!" Tempest sighed. "Maybe because of my career, infants are always insecure when I'm around, even if it's only my magic. Believe me, IF I went in the hospital the nursery will get bombed by crying noise. I don't want to cause anyone trouble…" Frisk thought about it, no matter monster or humans, they all have some sort of instinct of feeling danger. This trait was more significant on little kids, this sort of feeling will slowly pass into the subconscious when grown up.
Tempest kept on. "Second… You both know my unique magic. My family had another strange name. The Death Family."
"What!? Death?"
"It's because our family trait was spiritual related. So that gives us the ability to talk with ghosts. I didn't intend to make a pun. Napstablook has a SOUL. I'm talking about soulless SPIRITs. Those thoughts and conscious left behind. We believe everything has SPIRIT, example, my cousin used the SPIRIT contained in machines to make them do his bidding by powering them with his magic. Everyone in my family had different affinity to SPIRITs like I'm much more to highly intelligent living objects. But we all could hear the dead. If we focus. Another reason is that during the war our family were stronger than regular monsters, and had the highest human body count during the war. That was mostly why we got the name… After these explanations do you got an idea why I don't like to go to hospitals?"
Asriel now had an idea why did he can hear what was Frisk thinking during she asked him what her to wear in the water park party, he accidentally borrowed Tempest's magic through the mark, but why he couldn't hear other's thoughts?
"ICU and terminal ill patients?" Frisk asked.
"Exactly, though the only sound that represents them usually was a series of beeps. I heard more." Tempest coughed and showed a serious face. "End my misery, why am I still alive, this is a living hell, I didn't wish for this, what's the point alive, I can't move, and so on. This was very disturbing, plus all the mourn you can imagine everywhere. It makes me REALLY want to put an end to their misery. I'm not joking, death isn't always the worst ending, perhaps it's the mercy way instead… This was why I prefer not to show up in a hospital."
Frisk and Asriel looked at each other, they both understand what was Tempest was talking about.
"And…I couldn't alter memories which people hold on the most. I think that focusing on the bad event was his cause of sickness, there's not much I can do under this situation. Sorry."
"That's OK." Asriel said. "We'll find another way."
Tempest wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.
"Actually, there is one more chance, but the results might be worse than death if failed." He thought. It's the secret why their family could be stronger than regular monsters back at The War. They used their life and sanity as a ticket to an ancient trail, in exchange for power. Some died, but others… Tempest shook his head. "For me, it's much better to DIE than to become like that.
—Later—Hospital—
"Oh, Golly…" Last time they saw Monster Kid, he was already in bad shape. But it went worse compared to their last visit.
He was just alive… that was all. The only sight of life can be seen was his chest was slight and rapidly going up and down, and it might halt at any time. A bag of SOUL power hung on Monster Kid's head, using as IV injection, which was barely keeping him alive. Dozens of flowers, food, and cards were placed on a table. But it was never touched, the receiver fell into the falling state a few days ago. No one knew how long he could last. They tried everything they can. Doctors, no matter humans or monsters, had no more tricks to relieve Monster Kid. Even Undyne came over to encourage him to get up. But all the work went in vain. There were sometimes he became stable and woke up, yet not responsive, and went back into coma shortly. It was like his body was doing the final struggles. Now… they only could rely on miracles.
Frisk was shocked. This was for the first time she saw a monster entering the falling state. She could feel the magic inside Monster Kid grew weaker over the time flows. His life was slowly slipping away…
And they could do nothing to it.
Asriel saw it once when an elderly was going to pass away. He remembered the old rabbit monster was surrounded by his family when he closed his eyes. The whole scene was sad, but warm in heart. He can remember the falling monster asked his family to hum the song played by the statue. With the first Underground snow in Snowdin started to fall, and the end of the tune. Dust slowly replaced the monster's position. His final smile was peaceful and joyful… not like the scene now.
It was then that they noticed Gerson was staying with the young monster. Monster Kid was an orphan when young. His positivity let people always thought he was a sunshine monster, born under warm parents. But it was all the monsters in Snowdin gave this kid all that love. All of the monsters in Snowdin, in fact, all the monsters who know him like him, and wished him to live, yet that little wish was the hardest to achieve now… Gerson seemed to be depressed. It's a bad feeling for the elder ones to sent the younger generation away from this world, not seeing them grow up into an adult and live in the world with joy. It was exactly how did the queen and king experience for decades, after Asriel's and Chara's death. The feeling was consuming. It devoured the king's kindness and sympathy and blinded the Queen's judgment. Then make the royal family no longer a family, but shattered pieces of mirror glass. But now the mirror was fixed, adding in with new pieces. Yet, more effort was needed to keep the mirror and everyone's mirror in one piece.
Asriel grasped Frisk's hand, the human also gripped it harder.
They looked at each other, sparkles of DETERMINATION were in their eyes.
"We are going to make the world for both monsters and humans to live in peace." They silently made a promise at the same time.
—MTT resort—
"Hurry up! These food and decoration won't get in place on its own!" Mettaton told all his employees and mini-bots. "Everything needs to be glamorous! The royal will attend the re-opening. We must give a perfect starting."
Of course, the MTT resort underground was quite noisy and busy recently. All sort of foods and items coming in, and bags of trash going out. A group of monster and humans are deciding what dish should be present to the guests, Papyrus was the main chef. He volunteered to do this work without getting paid since it's "a dream come true" to him. He can serve the royals and help his idol in the same job. So, he used everything he learned to make the best he can.
"I WOULD LIKE THIS TO BE PASTA…" Papyrus pointed at a part of the menu.
When everyone was busy preparing the event, no one noticed some employees slipped away for the place not knowing where they went, and no one noticed the odd objects which were shipped in the resort; then disappeared as well.
Behind the scene, something was going on. But no one knows.
—?—
The same group of humans and monster who was responsible for the recent chaos was finalizing their plan.
"Now… How was plan B going?" A black human figure in a chair asked.
"Quite smooth, for now, no one has any suspicion." Another person answered.
"Remember to keep the MTPD busy, especially on B-day. They must not notice what is happening. This is our last shot. The public is getting fonder of those abominations. If we got this right. Not only elimination of the royals and their fellows, send a message to the public making them fearing of having 'different kinds of friends." The human in the chair asked dragon who was wearing an Oni mask. "By the way, did you make plan C ready?"
The monster raised his head. "You know I'm always ready."
"You are awarded that you WILL get head on to the most notorious assassin in your race, right?"
"I know. But these betrayers…" The said dragon clenched his paws. "What did they do to me and my nestmate's sacrifice and honor? They treated it like shit by dating the enemy. Don't worry, I won't leave any of my targets alive. Even facing the death family."
"Good resolve. Then I wish you luck."
The dragon nodded and left.
Author note's
Short. I left this chapter mostly to Frisk and Asriel.
The next one will be on others. And how they are doing recently about the event.
Oh, I think the duo will try out their formal outfit, busy? IDK.
There was something in the chapter that will become plot later… Hope you guys like it.
And also what was going on in the background?
Give you guys a hint. I always make those key items or ideas appear before they kick in the plot.
That's all I can say.
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BUT WAIT WHAT IS THIS?
Bonus story
Popcorn Snow
This happened during the public hate went on. I didn't put it in the main story because it wasn't quite related to the story. But I had this idea.
While being half confined in home, Asriel and Frisk watched a lot of movies and consumed a considerable amount of popcorn. After some time, they realized they had to make their own popcorn to save the time of getting out to get some. There wasn't a microwave oven in the house, since the family had the standards of not eating instant food, like microwave popcorn and spaghetti, and buying a pot specially for this was kind of a waste. So, they wanted to use magic to solve the problem.
—Dreemurr's house—
Not only the kids were working on the magic, Undyne and Alphys were there to help them as well.
"I'm quite sick of running out of popcorn on the high tide of a movie. Always had to pause and get some, after we got back, all that build up was already gone for long!" Undyne claimed. "Looking forward for this to happen!"
Alphys was assigning work to everyone.
"Asriel, you charge in heating the popcorn. Dear, take the ingredient and add it in where I told you. Tempest compress the popcorn. And Frisk…" Alphys thought for a while. "Add a shield, just in case."
And everyone went in their position, then started their work.
Undyne put some uncooked popcorn into the magic field. It stayed in the middle of the air controlled by Tempest; then Asriel started to heat it up from all sides by making small flames.
"POP!" The first popcorn blew up.
"It's working!" Asriel shouted with excitement with his fire getting larger.
"Azzy! Focus!" Frisk shouted. "If you didn't control the temperature well, we will eat over cooked food."
Asriel got his attention back to the magic field and did his best not to char the fresh popcorn.
About 5 minutes, the popcorn was almost done, only a few refused to pop up.
"OK." Alphys commanded. "Azzy, turn off the fire. Tempest, start to release the pressure."
"Got it." This was the most dangerous part of the magic. If Tempest lost concentration, the whole magic will explode and the shock wave caused by the pressure could potentially hurt everyone. Tempest took a deep breath, and let loose the pressure.
"Hiss~~~" The sound of compressed air escaping the magic was loud, and the sweet smell of popcorn filled the room. Everyone was amused by it.
And Toriel suddenly ran in. Making the door slam against the wall, creating a loud BANG. "Is there a gas leak?"
Everyone covered ears out of the loud noise, and then another BANG followed the first one. Tempest couldn't handle the sudden loud noise and lost control of the magic. The whole magic exploded, destroyed Frisk's shield, and sprayed popcorn everywhere.
No one was hurt, since Frisk's magic absorbed most of the power emitted. The whole room was cover with popcorn, in fact, it can be called popcorn snow.
"…" Awkward silence took place.
And then Asriel laughed. "Frisk! You looked so funny! There's popcorn stuck in your hair."
"You are too Azzy!" Frisk laughed. "You are a popcorn ball now!"
That eased the scence.
"I'm sorry." Toriel apologized. "I don't know that was you cooking popcorn, I was quite concerned when I heard the sound, so I came in without knocking. Our neighbor just had a gas leak and blew up half of their house. Luckily, no one was home."
"Whatever." Tempest didn't care this a lot. He patted off the popcorn on him. "We still need popcorn. We'll do it again, this time we are using hand signals and ear plugs."
Later that day, fresh popcorn was used on Dreemurr's movie night, all of them loved it.
There are several times that I deleted a whole scene because it couldn't fit the situation (like this one). From now on, I might edit some of those part and make it a short story. I'll call these "off cam shorts". You still can understand the story even if you missed them, but it will help. Just treat them like random drapples. And I'll put them behind a chapter occasionally serving as dessert. Enjoy.