Frisk's eyes snapped open, awakening them to the back of a stage.
Frisk recognized this place, it was the MTT Stage. Frisk began to sit up from the chair they were in, but something was restraining them. They sighed as they felt ropes tied around their arms and waist, holding them in place.
"GOOD EVENING, My darlings..." Frisk heard Mettaton's voice. Lights flashed on, and Mettaton was already striking a pose, drawing a positive reaction from the crowd. Mettaton was in his Ex form, and seemed to be readying yet another show.
"...today, we have yet another VERY special guest... the human wanted for murder!" Mettaton announced, making the audience boo Frisk. Some of the monsters threw steaks in the shape of Mettaton's face at Frisk, others held up signs that... well... were not written with the most forgiving of intentions.
Mettaton gestured to the audience. "Tonight, dear spectators, YOU will be the ones to decide how I am to bring this MURDEROUS LUNATIC to justice!" The crowd cheered, chanting Mettaton's name. Frisk groaned in frustration and looked at the ground. As they did, Mettaton looked curiosity at the back door. "OH MY GOSH! Who might you be?" Frisk didn't care too much about who had just arrived, so they leaned back in their chair and tried to unite the ropes.
"Hmm... medieval, but... with a hint of dystopian? I absolutely ADORE your style!" Mettaton remarked, probably talking about the visitor. As Frisk was looking away, there was an awful tearing noise, sounding like metal being ripped apart. Something flew onto the stage, rolling next to Frisk's foot. It was Mettaton's head...
The audience began screaming, running to different corners of the room, but with no way out. Perhaps even more terrifying was how the shrieking got quieter, as if one by one, the monsters were being silenced. Frisk closed their eyes, and didn't open them until the screams were gone. A small monster hopped onto the stage, about to look for another exit, but a spear flew out of nowhere, killing it.
"Can't believe I almost let that little guy go!" A voice said cheerfully. For a moment, Frisk thought that it might be Flowey, but Flowey's voice would've been more high-pitched. "Wait, wait, wait..." The Sentinel emerged from the darkness. "...you weren't trying to finish my kill, were you?" He smirked. "Ha! Where's the fun in killing something that someone else almost killed?"
Togore picked up his spear, shaking the dust off of it. "If I'm going to have to kill them to stay alive..." he smiled at his reflection in the blade of the spear. "...then I might as well have some fun while I'm at it..."
"Fun?" Frisk snapped. They couldn't take Togore's increasing level of lunacy. "You think this is about having fun?!"
Togore grinned and nodded. "Anyway, don't bother going back to the west end to bump up your level of violence..." he brandished his spear and smiled horribly. "...I made sure that no one that stayed there stayed alive." Frisk struggled, trying to free themself from the ropes.
Togore drew near, the tip of his spear pointing straight at Frisk's neck. "I would kill you now, but..." he shrugged. "...there's about fifty or so up ahead that I'd like to level up off of." He spun his spear, and walked towards the exit. "Bye." Frisk struggled more with the ropes, knowing that the plan had failed. Togore definitely wasn't going to take his own life out of despair, and Frisk couldn't think of anyone that could possibly stop him.
After a while, they got out of the ropes, and raced away from the stage. Togore had mentioned something about more up ahead, and Frisk knew someone who might know what he was talking about...
They punched in the code to Alphys's lab, and the door opened. "H-hey you!" Alphys was inside, backing away in fear. "Y-y-you're never going t-to find where the others are hiding!" Frisk walked inside. "Where are they? Tell me, they might be in danger-" "The only th-threat to them is y-y-you!" Alphys backed up more. Frisk shook their head. "You have to tell me where they are." Alphys shook her head.
"Th-th-they're in a p-place you can't f-find..." she said. The Core... Frisk thought, then turned and headed out of the room. As they did, they heard an explosion, followed by a scream. They looked back into Alphys's lab, seeing a hole in the wall that seemed to lead to the core.
Alphys was nowhere to be seen.
Frisk ran through the hole, entering into the core. Togore had cornered W. D. Gaster, keeping his spear pointed at the scientist's head.
"Please, explain what the meaning of this is!" Gaster demanded. Togore laughed. "Just doing some... renovations... don't worry, you won't be around to see it..." Gaster crossed his arms. "You're an imbecile, you know that? Do you really think that I, Dr. W. D. Gaster, would simply let you-"
Togore grabbed Gaster's throat, opening the device in the center of the core. He threw Gaster in, then shut the glass hatch over him. "Let me out! You filthy, ignorant fiend!" Gaster shouted, desperately trying to pry his way out. "Can't handle being the experiment, huh?" Togore chuckled, flipping a few switches. "I've got a taste for irony... let's see what this does."
Gaster froze as the core began to move his soul through the timelines. Togore frowned, and flipped some more switches, until Gaster... well... it wasn't clear exactly what happened, but it seemed like the scientist shattered apart.
Togore grinned, turning off the core. He turned around, seeing Frisk, and his eyes seemed to light up with a villainous joy.
"What's happening, pal?" Togore rested his spear on his shoulder. "Man, those civilians had NO IDEA what was heading their way!" His grin widened, and he brushed some of his hair back. "Hahaha! They were all screaming! And crying!" Frisk backed up as Togore began to pace forward. "Mothers were hiding their children... they gathered all the weak and sickly into a hidden place..." he shrugged. "...it was SO much easier to kill them, they were all trapped!"
Togore threw his head back and laughed. "I've never seen anyone so scared in my life! Anyways, it's been a heck of a ride..." he gripped his spear, bloodlust seeming to radiate from his eyes. "...but this is where it ends for you-" He leaped through the air, one hand drawing his spear back, the other holding a fire ball. "-For EVERYONE!"
Frisk jumped back as the Sentinel slammed both his hands on the ground. The spear sliced through the metallic flooring, and the fireball turned into a wave of fire. Frisk jumped over the fire, then ducked as the spear sliced the air above them. Togore pushed Frisk closer and closer to the door to the Magma Stabilizer room, slashing and stabbing like a madman. Frisk quickly ran into the room, maintaining a safe distance from Togore.
The Sentinel laughed. "I've won. Goodbye, human..." with all of his might, he hurled his spear. Frisk barely dodged it, feeling a gust of wind as the spear flew past them. They smirked at Togore, thinking that he had just missed an opportunity, but the Sentinel gave a dark laugh. Frisk frowned, looking at the spear.
It was embedded in one of the magma stabilizing machines.
"Well..." Togore walked past the human and ripped his spear out of the machine, which began to sound an alarm. "...like I said, I won." He shot a fireball at the wall, racing out of it to find a hiding spot.
The mountain began to shake, and magma slowly leaked from the pipes that had been keeping it depressurized for years. Frisk got up, slowly backing out of the room. They started to run towards wherever Togore was heading to, then realized that was pretty much asking for a painful death. They turned around, heading towards the core. Hopefully that would be safe enough...
Frisk slammed the door shut as the room began to heat up. Sweat poured down their face, and the floor burned their feet. They slowly staggered towards the center of the room, but the mountain shook more, knocking them off their feet.
Frisk cried in agony as the floor burned their arm and hair, and the lights shattered and went out. The child who, so long ago, rose to the surface in bravery and determination, now cowered in absolute terror and pain as the world around them exploded and burned.