Undyne would have been in a lot more trouble had she not been a fish monster. Her gills opened up, allowing her to breathe beneath the surface. Thankfully; because she had been holding Frisk before she had been grabbed, her arms had actually not been trapped. Undyne smiled wildly at the fact, and then summoned a spear, instantly slicing into the tentacle.
The limb was severed, and Undyne managed to free herself. She floated in the black, the glow of her spear being the only light source. Thankfully, it could illuminate the beast that had attacked her…if it would come close enough. Her spears weren't meant to light up an area, to be honest, but it was better than nothing.
She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing. She knew it was here. There was no way it was going to just leave her after she had done that. Sure enough, she saw something move in the black waters. However, she simply closed her eye, and waited…her ear fins wiggling a little, listening.
It came, and without hesitation, she lunged, driving her spear into another tentacle. The limb began to whip about, sending her this way and that, but even when she was forced free of it, she simply tumbled through the water unharmed, swiftly summoning a volley of spears. All right, ya punk, come out here and fight.
The tentacles came flying at her, but she instantly batted them away with the spear she held. Come on, show your ugly mug so that I can improve it with my spears!
It, much to her frustration, decided to remain elusive. Undyne gave an irritated huff. Fine…we'll do it the hard way, but you're going to regret it. Taking note of where she had seen the tentacles come from, she slowly started swimming it that direction, her other spears spinning slowly, waiting for her to set them free. Show yourself already, you coward… she muttered.
Undyne paused, sensing that something was wrong, not seeing the form that was starting to be illuminated behind her. She turned at the last second, a surprised reaction showing on her face as she was greeted by fangs as it rushed forward, and then closed its mouth. Everything was dark, pitch black now, beneath the waters.
A spear suddenly appeared in its head. Then another, then a whole volley. Spider web cracks swiftly spread across it, and then, the beast shattered, with Undyne breathing heavily. That's what you get! That thing tried to eat her! Undyne shook her head, ignoring that it had happened.
The good news was that it was gone; she just needed a moment to catch her breath. She hadn't planned on being eaten. She gave an involuntary shudder, and then breathed out, watching the air bubbles to figure out which way was actually up, as it was impossible to tell down in the Abyss waters.
Once she figured it out, she started swimming swiftly. The battle was still going on up there! She had to get back and help! Though, what confused Undyne was that, when she thought about it…why were the waters suddenly so deep? She may have only been in soul form, but she knew for a fact that the water was usually only a few inches!
Something was wrong now that the human had connected themselves with the soil of this place. It was like they were breaking all the rules…all of reality. That, however, just made her more determined to get back up there, and into the fray.
Back on dry land, Frisk had poked their head back into the chamber, looking warily around. No vines…no voice…no corruption. They took a shaky breath, their hands trembling as they held the weapon, their red eyes darting this way and that. They didn't want to use it…but…it seemed they had no choice. One way or another, they had to stop this madness.
They slowly walked around, until they felt uneased. They whipped around, giving a squeak of alarm when they ended up face to face with their enemy. The corruption laughed softly. "Really? You escape just to come back for another round?" Their gaze landed on the necklace. "Huh…was wondering if that would be here…" Then, they glanced to Frisk's trembling hand, and smirked. "Please, we both know you're not cut out for this," they purred.
Frisk swallowed hard, but refused to back down. They had to…somehow… "You're a mess," they murmured. "Clothing's all torn—even that precious hoodie that you wear…and look at you, covered in healing magic to the point that you look like you're covered in glowing war paint."
"However, you're going to learn that you're the least of my worries. Because, while you were gone, I found something I think you'll recognize." They laughed, and then vanished into the ground. Frisk gave a strangled gasp, jumping onto a rock, whipping around left and right as they tried to spot where the corruption had gone.
Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling, and the whole place became masked with a sickening red light. Frisk went completely still. No…there was no way they could have…they slowly looked up to see a black shadow moving down, and they swore they felt their heart leap into their throat.
The red light dimmed, and the familiar form was revealed. The DT extraction machine, complete with Flowey's adjustments, but…it wasn't his face on the screen. Instead, they saw the red aura human on a black screen. They laughed manically smirking down at the tiny child. The screen went black, except for red eyes, a red smile…and the rosy cheeks that Frisk learned to associate with them.
"I told you I had more power than Flowey ever knew! The soil here lets me do so much! Granted, getting back up into the Monster Kingdom was a chore, but once you deal with the climb…" They let a vine rise to signal how they got around it.
"And this…" Their face vanished, to reveal Flowey's horrified expression, but the static came over it, before revealing Asriel, his hands pressed against the screen, tears flowing freely. "There's our little prince…" Frisk stared in shock, and then trembled, taking a shaky step forward. "What are you going to do?" they mocked. "What's the sweet little quiet Frisk going to do?"
They looked up, trembling, tears flowing freely, before they jerked their head back, crying out. "ASRIEL!" Frisk cried, the name echoing over the chamber.
"Hmm…?" The static changed to reveal the human again. "You actually spoke?" they asked in amusement. "My, my, aren't you agitated? It's too bad you're helpless in all of this."
Frisk meekly managed to say that it wouldn't function fully without more human souls.
"Oh? Really?" they purred. "Do you know how this prince broke the barrier?" Frisk stiffened. "Right. He used all the souls of the monster kingdom to total up to one human soul. Now tell me…" They laughed darkly. "How many monster souls do you think are down here with us right now?"
Their laughing grew at the look of horror on Frisk's face. "That's right! More than we could count! Now you see…there's plenty of souls attacking your friends…I'll leave those be…but there are more to absorb!" There was a loud rumbling, and Frisk had to fight to keep their balance.
"But you know—let's see if we can power it on monster souls alone! I have no need for this one!"
A red soul suddenly appeared, and a ghostly human—the true Chara—fell roughly to the ground, not expecting it. They got up, looking about in a panic.
"And this one has long since served their purpose!" A broken soul was tossed out, instantly falling. Chara lunged, diving for it, hitting the ground roughly, but managing to grab the broken heart at the last moment.
Frisk rushed to them as monster souls started flying into the area, forced into the machine to power it, but Frisk could do nothing to stop it. They reached for Chara, asking if they were all right. The ghost nodded, and Frisk pointed to the crevice, instructing them to go. Chara started to protest, but Frisk slammed their foot down, firm about it, their red eyes glaring into Chara's.
Reluctantly, the ghost consented, and ran off, clutching the broken soul to their chest as they did so.
Frisk watched them, and then slowly turned, swallowing. The only reason they defeated Flowey was because they were able to reach out to the human souls. There had been six…Frisk had no idea how many monster souls would be in that machine once finished. Then, the rumbling stopped, and the corruption smirked down at Frisk.
"Let me show you what I can do."
Frisk screamed as chaos erupted everywhere. It was like Flowey's battle, except, everything had been turned up a notch, and Frisk didn't have a clear area to dodge away from the insane attacks. Frisk ran, jumping, diving behind a pillar, but they knew that wasn't going to keep them safe.
They gripped the knife, biting their lip. What to do—what to do—what to do!? How did they stop something like that!? Did they truly have to go one soul at a time—would they even be able to!? This was completely different now!
Frisk ran again as more attacks came at them, but there was no hope to continuously dodge, and sure enough, they got hit. Frisk screamed as flames licked at their health, flies bit them, and bullets pelted them, but they managed to get behind a tree, quickly using their health items. That was the one good thing about the area having clutter around it. It gave them a moment to heal.
They screamed as the tree was blasted, sent into splinters, and forcing them to go on the run again. They raced, but things repeated themselves, until they no longer had any healing item to use. Then, the laser hit them square on, as did a vine that pierced through their chest. Frisk gave a ragged gasp as it tore free, and they fell to the floor. Barely any health left…
They reached for their cell phone that had skittered away, nearly out of reach. They still had some items left, if they just—a bullet flew, hitting the cell phone, and rendered it completely useless. "I think not," the corruption murmured in light amusement. "I've about had it with you and your healing items. This…"
"This ends now."
Frisk shuddered, trying to lift their head, but found themselves unable to. Instead, they tiredly shifted their red eyed gaze. The only reason they weren't dead was because of the healing magic still in them, having taken the damage that would have hit. However, they felt it, literally on a sliver of a health, and Frisk could no longer move.
The corruption chortled, the sound echoing all around. "Time to end this, and move on to the next." Frisk blinked, and then looked up. If they were going to die, well, they wouldn't flinch, they'd be brave in their last moments, just like…
They never finished that thought, for the attacks blasted forth. Something else struck the ground between Frisk and the corruption. It was a beam of light, the center white, but seven familiar colors danced along its edges. It evaporated the corruption's attacks, leaving a white mist to blanket the chamber. "ENOUGH!" a deep, thunderous voice boomed.
Up above them, was the dragon. He peered down, and Frisk realized that there was no high ceiling at all, and that it actually did open up to the rest of the Abyss. The dragon snarled angrily, white eyes blazing like a wildfire, before somehow coming down into the chamber. Frisk swore he looked smaller than before, but with the way their vision was swimming, they couldn't say for certain. He looked big compared to the Omega form, at the very least.
The dragon glared, eyes narrowing. "I knew there was something wrong with you," he snarled. "I thought it was just because it was a flower brought to life, but no…it wasn't the flower that was leaving me agitated. It was you. I don't know how you got into my world, but the likes of you do not belong here. A warped existence that needs to be put out of its misery."
The corruption almost seemed to smile pleasantly. "If you want to put an end to me…then go right ahead," they replied. "Give it your best shot," they told him.
The dragon gave an irritated snort, raising his white lanterns that he held in the coils of his two tail tips. "I will make you regret ever setting foot in my domain."
He opened his maw, another beam shooting forth. The Omega form fled, diving away at the last moment, before the serpent lunged up at the machine. Despite a lack of limbs, the dragon was still a force to behold. He coiled around what he could, sinking fangs into coils, but the corruption wasn't something of his, and it didn't obey all the rules of his realm…and so, in a sense, it wasn't the fight it should have been.
The two went at it, attacking one another, the dragon seeming to only have the one magic attack, and his physical attacks just as limited. Then again, perhaps this was the first time someone like him ever had to fight, and while the Omega form was small compared to him, it was of decent size and strength compared to many other things in the world, plus, it was powered by countless souls of magic.
The dragon gave a shout as red claw like thorns raked into him, cutting deep. He writhed about, and bl—no, it wasn't blood that poured from the wound. It looked like…red dust? Sand? It wasn't easy to tell.
However, the dragon wasn't going down that easily, and lunged at his attacker again, their fight continuing, their attacks seemingly causing the whole place to shake and quiver. The dragon suddenly leapt up, grabbing the form's limb in his jaw, yanking them down, but the corruption had a counter for it.
Energy danced over the machine, shocking the dragon. He cried out, releasing it, falling to the ground, but he slithered swiftly, swinging his tail, one of his lanterns hitting the Omega form. It didn't damage it as much as the dragon had wished, but, what came next…was unexpected on all accounts.
The Omega form took advantage of the downed dragon, and somehow moved, latching onto the base of the dragon's neck, just behind his head. The dragon roared in anger, rearing his head, preparing to ram into them, before he jerked, falling roughly forward, writhing about as the Omega form began to act like a parasite, attaching itself to him, the coils dethatching, and connecting to his neck. Without any limbs, the dragon had little chance of freeing himself as the human laughed.
"To think—down here—I can overpower someone like you!"
The dragon snarled. "Not…just…yet…" he managed, struggling. It was a losing battle, but he wasn't gone just yet…but he had to think…before the corruption won, and became even more dangerous. He had to find a way for something to withstand...and an idea came. He just had to execute it.
However, the chaos was just as insane on the outside of the strange chamber. The beast monsters hadn't slowed in the slightest, and for the group, it seemed for every one they took down, three more would spring up in their place. Grillby was struggling the most, having to make sure he wasn't forced up against a wall, or into the water.
He found himself separated from the others by a good distance, the others far too busy in their own conflicts to notice, though when he wasn't blasting something in the face with his flames, he could see Muffet getting closer as she struggled against the large beasts, but somehow, despite her small appearance, she was handling herself well enough.
A swarm of five small beast monsters came at him, and Grillby blasted them, his expression unreadable. For someone who wasn't known to be a fighting monster, he seemed to be faring well enough. Grillby paused, feeling something loom over him. He turned in time to see a large beast rear up—and pieced together they had been standing in the water.
Grillby went to run, only to get stopped by a smaller beast. He burnt them to a crisp out of desperation, trying to get away. The larger beast smashed down, missing Grillby, but not the water. A large wall of it rose, and Muffet turned at the last second, to see the water slam into the fire elemental—a cry escaping him, before he was gone out of her sight, his flames no longer there.
Muffet gave a horrified gasp and darted forward. "GRILLBY!" she screamed. However, a monster slid into her path, refusing her passage. Muffet jerked, heart hammering, until suddenly, she looked straight on at the large beast, spreading her six arms wide, her five eyes all beginning to glow a light purple.
Threads began to form around her, rising up like live snakes. He was over there, hurt—dying—or already—she didn't even want to think about it—but if this beast thought it could just stand in her way, it was going to find that it was very mistaken. She wasn't to be brushed off like she couldn't do a single thing, and so if she had to, she would step forward, and prove herself.
Because Grillby needed her to persevere if he was somehow—somehow still alive after getting hit by that ridiculous amount of water…but the lack of light in his direction…was Muffet fighting to get to him? Or fighting in denial, refusing to believe what her eyes were telling her? …that he was already gone.
The beast—a large canine it seemed—lunged at her with a growling bark. She dove away; one of her threads lacing around a paw. Then, she circled it, quick and agile. It jumped around, trying to keep her in its sights as her other threads snuck around the remaining legs. Then, she stood perfectly still.
The canine bunched up, and then lunged, launching itself at the spider. She snapped her fingers on one of her upper hands, and the threads sprung to life wrapping around the canine's legs, and a moment later, it was on its back hog tied. She snapped her fingers on another hand as she walked past, a thread coming around its face like a muzzle.
However, she didn't trust the creature to stay bound, and while not a fighter…she wasn't about to let this get up again. She approached it, her fangs glistening, a slight tint of purple coming to them, before she suddenly bit into its neck. A howl of pain came over it before she pulled her fangs free. She watched as the cracks appeared, spread, and then, the creature shattered like glass. Purple magic was known to also have poison, and it turned out Muffet could be quite venomous if she so chose.
With a jerk, she turned, and started running, the glow vanishing from her eyes. "GRILLBY!"
However, even as she got closer…she heard no response…nor did she see even the slightest hints of his flames…but what was she supposed to expect?