Well, here's another chapter! I probably should've put more thought into it, but I wrote what came to me. My muse was being kind.

Flowey was right. The house looks exactly like Toriel's. Or, rather, Toriel's is like this one. I touch the diamond and it shattered, making me feel warm all over. All my hesitation is gone.

It looks the same except this one has wilted buttercups everywhere. In vases, on the floor, growing on the ceiling... Wow, this place is weird. I explore the rooms. They look the same too, except the children's room. There are two beds in here. And the wardrobe has enough striped shirts to clothe a whole orphanage. And not a single moth hole in any of them.

Note to self: Invest in monster-made clothes when this is all over.

I leave the room and hop the chains to go downstairs. It's a little chilly down here. I get one more peek at the Capital before I find myself in a long hallway, golden light filtering in through the large cathedral-like windows. I touch the diamond right in front of the doorway and I stop when I see Sans. He's standing halfway between me and the way forward.

'What, are you the last line of defense or something?' I ask.

"Hit it right on the head, sweetheart." He says, smiling lazily. "King says I gotta kill ya for not obeying the law."

I narrowed my eyes. 'Are you sure you don't remember that incident with the rope monster?' I say. I feel sick just thinking about it. I shake myself. Stop. There's nothing you can do about it now.

Sans opens an eye socket. "Well, looks I don't have to, then." He says. "But I have to ask: what do you plan on doing? Are you going to kill him? Because I doubt he'll stop and listen to you."

'Does he speak in hands?' I ask

"Yeah, he understands. He and my old man were tight." He says, shrugging.

I nod. This isn't going to be easy. 'What's his weapon of choice?' I ask.

"Spears." He says.

'Thanks buddy.' I say and head towards the exit. I pass him and he lets me go without a word. When I get to the door, I turn to look at him and he's gone. Soon after, I find myself in a throne room. A large goat monster dressed in black armor with a long red cape sat in a large metal throne. A gigantic patch of wilted buttercups were growing out of the marble flooring. All along the walls and floor were giant claw marks and scorch marks marring the finery. It looked like a battle had taken place here.

I look up at the king, his crown glinting in the light pouring in from cracks in the ceiling. He stands up and I notice six floating hearts in canisters next to his chair.

"Took you long enough, human." He says impatiently. "It's high time I invaded the surface." A helmet slides into place on his head and a glowing red spear appears in his right hand.

'Not one for words are you?' I ask and quickly jump to the side, out of the way of his spear thrust. I unclip the lunchbox from my back, letting it clatter to the floor. He swings at me and I roll out of the way. When I get to my feet again, I fire at his helmet. When he's distracted, I run up and slam the butt of my gun into his right armpit. He stumbles back and drops the spear, clutching his armpit but he he slams his elbow down on me when I try to get behind him.

I fall to the floor, the breath knocked out of me. He takes off his face mask and throws it away from him. He wipes the paint off his face and kicks me in the side, launching me into the wall. This definitely should have killed me, but I'm grateful it didn't. I fall to the floor again and roll myself to my side.

"This is where you die, human. Start praying to whatever deity you believe in." Asgore growls out as he walks towards me.

I fire into his eyes again. Two shots this time. He growls and I shakily get up off the floor. I fire again at his face, hitting him in the forehead.

I hope he finds this incredibly annoying. I keep shooting at him, slowly making my way towards the spear. Maybe I can cut his chest plate off. I manage to pick it up, putting down my paintball gun. The damn thing burns. I swing it at him a few times, successfully cutting at his chest plate. It falls off in a loud clatter to the floor. Asgore roars in pain and charges at me, materializing another spear. I deflect his thrusts, but barely. He knocks me off balance and slams the butt of his spear into my chest, sending me flying again.

"Dirty tactics, human." Asgore growls as he wipes the paint off his face again.

I have nothing to fire at him this time, the large goat monster between me and my weapon. He walks towards me and I stand up again. Everything hurts and I can barely breathe. I drop the spear and pull out my knife and spread my legs a little. Everything is getting very blurry. I shake my head, trying to clear my vision, but that just makes me dizzy. I feel something warm trickle down the back of my head. I need to get to the lunchbox.

"My subordinates were not kidding when they said you were a warrior." He says, thrusting his spear at me again.

I twist out of the way but he cuts my side. Shit. I twist and dance out of the way of his thrusts, trying to find an opening. There aren't many. I cut at his hands when I get close enough, forcing him to drop his spear again. I quickly dash towards the lunch box. I open it and start eating the monster food. Now he's throwing spears at me. I feel my strength returning and some of the aches are disappearing. My vision returns and my dizziness is gone.

I run around the room to avoid his spears. At least they're not coming out of the floor. When I get close to my gun, I duck into a slide to avoid the latest spear, picking it up. I shoot at his exposed chest and stomach. That's definitely gonna leave a bruise but he's nowhere near done. I keep moving, moving in a serpentine pattern to avoid his attacks, getting closer with every second. When I manage to get close enough, I come at him from the side and bury my knife near his hip, pulling it up as I pull it out.

He roars again and I kick the back of his leg, forcing him to his knees. I drop my gun, grab his mane, and hold my knife at his throat. His crown falls from his head. The ding of metal on the floor sounds almost like a bell. I kick his hand, forcing him to drop his spear. "Do you yield?" I whisper in his ear.

"Never." He growls, attempting to stab me with yet another spear.

Without thinking, I slide the knife across his neck, spilling his blood on the floor. I let go and he falls to the floor. And he turns to dust.