"Please boys you aren't rested enough!" Toriel pleaded with Sans and G as they had shot up from the couch to crowd around Asriel. "S'fine Tori, thanks for the monster candy it really helped.." Sans tried to assure they were fine. G nod in agreement turning back to Asriel.
Papyrus stood behind Sans fumbling nervously with his gloves listening in. Red stood by the couch where G had been; scowling as he heard the details. A low rumble escaping his ribcage.
"Bitch is crazy in this world too.." He muttered about hearing what Alphys had done.
Toriel sighed watching intensely at the group of boys. "Thing is we have no clue where she's been sent.." Asriel crossed his arms over his chest. He had given up his suit jacket and rolled up his dress shirt sleeves. G clenched his fists at his side. Sans glanced over at him and sighed.
"Guys give us a sec.." He gestured with his skull towards G to follow him. G's sockets narrowed and he reluctantly followed. 'I knew it'd come to this..' He thought as he followed him into the entry way. They stepped over a passed out Blueberry and Sans turned to face him.
"You know how this has to go.." His sockets narrowed as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Heh.. guess I don't have a choice.." G shrugged his shoulders really feeling the craving for a cigarette bite at him. "Would you really fight it.." Sans brow bone arched.
G gave him a skeptical look. "Tch, you know I'd never say no to the Princess.." "sides, someones gotta be her knight in boney-armor.." He snickered as Sans scowled at the terrible joke.
"Hey you two.. what's the game plan already?" Asriel leaned in through the doorway. Sans gave a half hearted grin. "Gotcher plan right 'ere," he gestured a thumb to G.
"Let's hear it.." Asriel walked over.
Asgore pinched the bridge of his nose at all the damage throughout the lab that the energy wave had caused. He stepped over remnants of broken glass and other fallen objects in the room leading to the machine.
"This doesn't appear to be the determination machine that Dr. Gaster had once built.." His brow arched in question. Alphys flinched and hesitated. "Y-yes.. Sans destroyed t-the machine t-two years a-ago along w-with the machine I used to p-pull the s-souls from the o-other worlds.."
Asgore sighed deeply crossing his arms once again. "So how long have the other Sans really been here Alphys.." She began to sweat. "T-two y-years.." Asgore growled. "How long do they think they've been here.."
Alphys sighed frowning; "F-five months g-give or take.." Asgore stiffened. "How is that possible.."
Alphys pushed her glasses back up her nose. Might as well come clean. "W-when I f-found them they were r-really low on m-magic energy. T-they were unconscious. S-so I m-monitored t-them for a l-long time. It s-seemed p-pulling them through t-to our w-world l-left them in a comatose s-state."
She paused before messing with some of the papers that had fallen on the floor. "They're s-souls were intact b-but dim.. I g-gave each of t-them small a-amounts of M-monster c-candy to help. The e-effects were m-minimal.. and five m-months ago t-they finally a-awoke. I kept t-them in c-cells down in my r-room to monitor them and t-to find out a-about t-their worlds.."
Asgore nod his head and held up his hand for her to stop. "I've heard enough.." Alphys winced again and set the papers in a pile on the desk.
There was a clatter and a stream of curses, as well as footfalls coming down the hallway until Asgore and Alphys saw G, Sans, Red standing on the other side of the shattered glass. Sans sockets furrowed and G cursed at seeing the machine.
Red just glared at Alphys. Alphys took a step back shying away. Asriel came up behind them a few seconds later. "Father they have a plan.."
Asgore nod his head, as the guys walked into the room. "Im not sure if it'll work." G spoke first. He rubbed the back of his vertebrae; walking over to take a look at the machine.
"Do you guys have any back up generators?" Red asked Asgore. Sans looked over at Red before Asgore could reply. "Yeah, lemme go get em set.." He blipped out and then a few minutes later he blipped back, and all the electricity came back on. Wasn't much since most of the lights had been shattered.
The machines lights blipped on and G studied the blue orb that was now floating above the pillar. He recognized Sans power within the orb and tossed it over to him. "Here, we won't need this.."
Sans caught it and glared at G, pocketing his orb. "Ya know it's been a bit in my world since I quit the lab, but if you dweebs need me, I can help.." Red mumbled, as he hid his face in his hood.
"I need to see the research on the data readings of the machine when you had Frisk use her magic.." G glanced to Alphys. Alphys nod her head and quickly scrambled to pull out the laptop that had fallen under the desk. There was a small crack in the screen but it still powered up. "Thank t-the s-stars." Alphys mumbled pulling it up and setting it by G.
G took the laptop and pulled up the data on what happened fairly quick. There was a huge fluctuation in her magic.. he recognized the signature as Gaster's magic. "Heh.. you're more crafty then I thought Alphys. You knew Frisk had apart of Gaster's soul from me.." Alphys began to sweat more and she averted his cool gaze to glance at Sans.
His sockets were void of his eye lights and he was visibly sweating. If it wasn't for the fight with G, they'd of never of known.
Red stiffened, glancing at G then Alphys.
"Whoa whoa.. time out." Red growled. "Yer tell'n me you got that mad man's soul..?" Sans flinched and looked over to Red. He was clearly uncomfortable. "Heh..yeah.." G chuckled darkly.
Red shuddered and shuffled a few feet away from G. Sans felt his soul sting a bit and G grunted at the feeling too. "I hope she's alright.." Sans whispered hovering his hand over his sternum.
Frisk shivered. It wasn't as cold in the shed as it was out in the snow. It was getting dark out and so far no sign of that Sans or Papyrus..
'How long am I going to be here..? If my soul is still bonded with them..does that mean I didn't Reset?' Frisk sighed..
She was huddled in the corner sitting on the small dog bed for comfort. She had eaten earlier that day with Blueberry, on their way back to the house but it had only been a small snack. Her stomach growled and she brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
She heard rustling, and her gaze snapped to the door. It opened suddenly and the tall Papyrus strolled through. He shut the door behind him. It looked like he was holding something in his other hand.
"Human.. M'lord may have the best intentions for accommodations, but he's not too knowledgeable about humans.." He walked over to the gate and passed a small bag through the bars and held it out to her.
Frisk eyed him suspiciously. "It's food.." He hummed casually like this was an everyday occurrence. Frisk pulled herself up and walked over to take the bag from him. He watched her with a sly grin and put his hands in his jacket pockets.
"T-thank you.." Frisk mumbled and took a purple doughnut out of it. It resembled something from Muffet's. She took a small test bite and it tasted wonderful. 'Oh my gosh..' She finished the rest of the pastry quickly and sighed in relief. 'Much better!' She had almost forgot about the tall skeleton until he shuffled his weight on his feet.
"So..you've uh.. bonded with multiple monsters.." He took a cig out of a pack that was was in the back of his cargo shorts, and stuck it between his teeth. Frisk blushed and covered her chest again. "H-how can you t-tell?" He shrugged, lighting the cig.
"Going by what M'lord told me.. can't use yer soul if yer soul is mostly monster.." His purple eye light trailed lazily over her body. "We need one more soul to break the barrier..but looks like we're gonna have to wait for another human to fall.." He blew smoke from his nasal cavity.
"So..what will become of me?" Frisk really didn't want to know, as she fanned the cig smoke away from her; grimacing.
"Heh, that's up for M'lord to decide.." Frisk tilted her head looking the skeleton over more. He seemed so laid back, kind of like her Sans.. "Why does he call you mutt?" She walked closer to the bars to get a better look at him. He was definitely as tall as Papyrus. "Heh.. it's what I am.." He flicked the ash from his cig.
"No you're not.." Frisk frowned. "What's your real name.." He stiffened and shut his sockets for a moment.
"It's Papyrus..but you can call me Syrup.." Frisk's nose wrinkled. "Syrup?"
He smiled, then it disappeared as quick as it came. "It's my favorite drink.."
He took the cig between his phalanges and stared at her. She had been one of the first older looking humans to fall. Giving that her soul was bonded with multiple monsters; she was of age..or a whore. He couldn't decide..
"So tell me..what's your name?"
Frisk chewed on the inside if her cheek, "It's Frisk.."
"Hmm.. strange name.." He put the cig back in between his teeth. "So tell me.. where are you really from?" His voice lowered ever so slightly.
Frisk felt her heart beat fast.. 'Did he sense something was different..' She'd have to tread lightly. "I'm from the surface.." She kept a poker face.
Syrup's brow bone arched, and his eye light shrank into a tiny pin prick. "Not our surface.. your soul is a clear indication of that." His teeth formed a smug grin. "I highly doubt you've been here long enough for monsters to soul bond with you.. It's kill or be killed hunny, and you would of been killed if I hadn't found you.."
Frisk felt chills run down her spine and she felt a little nervous. 'It was killed or be killed..' Red's voice echoed in her mind. 'My Papy is a lot like the Sans in this world..' Blueberry's voice came next.
Frisk's eyes widened, 'Oh no..' If her conclusion was right this Papyrus was Sans, and he'd know of timelines, and maybe other universes..Of course he'd know something was off.
"Skeleton got yer tongue hunny?"
Frisk took a steady breath and reached out to grasp the bars. He leaned back at first thinking she was going to try something, but when she didn't move he relaxed again.
"How much do you know about tim-" Frisk was interrupted by a loud voice she recognized that was Sans. It sounded far off.
"MUTT! WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!? I DEMAND YOUR PRESENCE!"
Syrup sighed..'What was she going to say?'
Frisk giggled and smiled at him. He felt a strange tug at his soul and it worried him. "Tch, M'lord will be in, in the morning for you." He turned swiftly on his heel to leave.
"W-wait!" Frisk called out for him before he could leave. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her, his cig burning between his teeth.
"T-thanks again.." Frisk blushed looking down at her house shoes. "Heh sure thing.." He continued forward and shut the door behind him as he left.
"Geez..this is going to be more complicated than I thought.." She rested her forehead against one of the bars.