The team of royal guards that Togore had assembled had stealthily made it into the island of the temmies. They moved swiftly, quietly approaching the tem headquarters.
Togore gave the signal for the guards, and they kicked down the door.
"AAUGH!" One of them screamed, a temmie stuck to his face. "GET IT OFF!" The guard screeched as the temmie didn't move. "HOi!" It squeaked, waving at Togore. More temmies bounded out of the headquarters, wielding kitchen utensils, paintbrushes, and tennis balls.
The guards looked at confusion, then dove out of the way as the temmies hurled their objects. Most of them made it unscathed, but one of the guards got a tennis ball to the eye. They shouted in pain, glaring at the temmies.
"Hurry! The entrance is open!" Togore shouted, and he led the charge inside. The temmies made no attempt to stop them.
As they approached inside, Togore noticed several mounted crossbows being set up on the walls. They fired, shooting several temmies at the guards. The innocent-looking tems were quickly shaken off, and they pushed forward.
The next room held many stools, with a temmie on top of each one. They were vibrating intensely, and Togore could've sworn that the air was humming with power. These temmies didn't interfere, and so the guards raced onwards.
The next room had a simple workbench, and a temmie scientist was seated next to it. The scientist jumped, and shouted for joy when he saw the guards.
"Finally!" He cheered. "I'm going to be saved from these idiots!" Togore frowned. "You want us to save you from your own kind?" He asked.
"My own kind?!" The temmie said in disbelief. "My name is-"
CRASH!
"What now?" Togore groaned, his eyes widening when he saw what had come for them. It was a giant stack of temmies, hopping forward. At the very top was Rob, the ambassador of the tems.
"I knew this was coming, Togore Dreemurr!" Rob cackled. "My spy has kept me well informed..."
"Keep moving!" Togore ordered his guards, grabbing the scientist temmie. "Let go of me, you simple-minded warrior!" The temmie barked, trying to insult him. Togore ignored him, continuing forward.
"Undyne!" He shouted, seeing her inside of a cage. The guards raced forward, slashing open the bars of the cage. Undyne stood up, smiling in relief. "What's going on, punks?" She asked. "We need to get you out!" Togore said, pointing to the ridiculous opponent that was closing in.
Undyne rolled her eye. "This place is ridiculous..."
The royal guards fled the island, Togore and Undyne bringing up the rear. Togore looked in curiosity at the wooden bridge, which was slick with some liquid. "Togore, wait!" Undyne said before he raced off with his captive temmie. "I need to tell you about the spy!" The giant stack of temmies hopped closer, Rob was wielding a torch.
"Who is it?" He asked, and Undyne had to shout over the rumble. "It's-"
Rob hurled the torch at the bridge, and the liquid caught fire immediately. Togore's mind went blank, trying to process what the heck was going on.
He raced forward, leaping over the fire. "Undyne, come on!" He shouted, and she followed him, doing a backflip over the flames-
The giant stack of temmies leaned forward, and Rob snagged Undyne's leg, pulling her back to the island.
"UNDYNE!" Togore shouted, and hurled his spear at Rob. The temmie deflected it, and flew back to Togore's feet. He watched as the flames chewed away at the bridge. "Leave her, you absolute IMBECILE!" The scientist temmie snapped, and Undyne looked down at her co-captain, nodding.
Togore reluctantly ran, following his comrades to the castle.
Two hours later...
"What happened?" Asgore asked, as Togore tied up the captive.
"They recaptured Undyne." He said quietly. "Something's going on there, it's not good..." He looked over at everyone else in the room. "These temmies aren't messing around."
Sans sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Well, we've got one of them. I had been thinking earlier that we could capture Rob, and maybe we could make a trade-" "Sans, if you send me back there, SO HELP ME, I WILL REDRAW MY POSITIVE REVIEW OF YOUR WORK IN MY LABORATORY, AND SUE YOUR PATHETIC HOTEL COMPANY FOR ALL THAT IT IS WORTH!"
"Gaster?" Sans looked incredulous. Togore frowned. "Who's Gatser?"
"Me, you dimwits!" The temmie said snippily.
Sans snickered a little, then more, then let out a long laugh. "Oh... oh man, wow!" He said, wiping his eyes as he laughed. "Frisk is going to laugh so much when they see you..."
Togore frowned, turning back to Asgore. "He knew we were coming." Togore said. "Rob said that his spy let him know that we were coming to the island."
Asgore nodded, looking at Papyrus. "Have we found any updates on the spy?" "NO, SIR!" Papyrus answered, saluting the king. "OUR SPY REMAINS AS ELUSIVE AND MYSTERIOUS AS EVER!"
"Excuse me, but I can help with that." The tem... Gaster... whatever it was... spoke up. Togore looked over. "What information can you give me?" "Only that this spy was heavily involved in the making of your helmets." Gas'tem' said. "That's all I know."
Togore almost fell over. It couldn't be... but it made so much sense. It answered why the spy knew so much, why they were one step ahead, and why they were so difficult to find. It was because the spy had been right by his side the whole time.
"Togore..." Sans said. "...I think I know who he's talking about-"
"No." Togore interrupted. "No, it's not-"
"Ama." Sans finished. "It can only be her."
Togore swore, pounding the table with is fist. He stormed outside, feeling like he was about to howl in rage. He paced angrily throughout the halls of the castle, hoping that they were wrong... hoping that there must be someone else...
