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Golden petals and blinding light.
That's what I woke up to that oh so infamous morning.
Not my alarm - which hardly worked, anyway -, not my-...
Wait, did I even go to bed?
I certainly would never pass out in a hole like this.
... Why was I in a hole?
I groaned with pain as I sat up, my body aching with whatever muscle and bone damage came from plummeting out of that shiny petal hole.
Petal.
Not to be confused with pedal.
Very different words.
... Thinking about it, this was more of a cavern than a hole.
And it was giving me the most... Destinyish case of deja vu.
Meh.
As I felt myself for injury, I noticed a foreign object in my pocket, and I reached in to retrieve it.
My... Pen?
Pen:
Mightier than the sword. +2 ATK.
I stared at the blue ballpoint with surprise and curiosity in my eyes.
"Where did this..?" My voice echoed, drawing my eyes back to my surroundings.
"You know what? More important questions." I climbed to my feet, the ache in my bones subsiding.
"Like, for example..." I held my arms out to the side, throwing my head back.
"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!"
Chapter 1: Golden Petals
"This is my game. And you have no place in it."
After a few more moments of staring up at the light I mentioned earlier, my arms dropped back to my sides, my shoulders sunk forward, and my head dropped.
My lungs deflated with a sigh, and I reached up, rubbing my eyelids with my index finger and thumb.
"Okay, so..." My eyes drifted around the room, eyebrow arching up in confusion. "Fever dream?"
My eyes drifted down to the flowers of gold that I had landed on, examining them curiously.
"Was I sick..?" One hand in my pocket, I looked to my left hand. Pale skin, long fingers. In my childhood, I'd been called Spider Hands once or twice. "Was I on something..?"
Oddly, I could remember bits and pieces of who I was as I racked my brain, leaves crunching under my feet - tootsies, I would call them when I would take my shoes off in class - and yet simple, important details eluded me.
What was my name, for example? My brain just kept saying 'Number sign number sign number sign number sign' whenever I asked the question, but I kept telling it that something that stupid would never be someone's name.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Unless, I was like, a lab experiment? But that really wouldn't add up, considering the random memories I did have.
I guess I probably should have been panicking. But, I didn't feel too much fear. Just... This urge to keep moving forward.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
I wonder, was that always how I was?
I didn't know who I was, but I knew where I was.
I quit my contemplation, coming to a stop before the wide open door on a purple brick building, a blackened and dead tree looming behind me.
My eyes slowly drifted to the golden star at my feet, shifting and glowing with life.
Undertale. I was in Undertale.
And, if I'm looking at what I think I'm looking at, than I think that is in fact how I always was.
I reached out to the star, feeling that deep urge to keep moving grow and grow in my chest as I grew closer and closer to touching it.
Ding!
*You saved the game.
My eyes drifted to the dusty foot prints making their way up the steps to the door before me.
Debatable, text box. Debatable.
The floor creaked under my feet as I stepped through the empty home, eyes drifting around my surroundings. In my left hand, my pen was gripped tightly.
No goat mom and no squinty child.
There was the distinct smell of butterscotch, though.
*Keep moving.
I looked to my text box, before taking a deep breath, squinting in thought.
In the next moment, a box of stats appeared before me, my eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh shit it worked!" I said with excitement. Said excitement faded, however, when I got a look at my stats.
ATK 2
DEF 1
Weapon: Pen
Armor: Ear buds
"What kinda armor is that?!" I exclaimed, before my eyes widened, darting around as I crouched slightly, waiting for a response for a moment or two, before breathing a sigh of relief.
"Okay..." I muttered, reaching out and clicking on the words 'Ear buds'.
Ear buds:
Some music should keep you DETERMINED, right? + 1 DEF, +1 SPD
"Neat I can jam out while I flee for my life wonderful radical." I rolled my widened eyes, before looking towards the kitchen.
"... Am totally gonna steal the rest'a that pie, though."
Crimson eyes fluttered open, glittering in the golden light that shun down upon them.
His pale hands slowly clenched into the petals that he lay upon, eyes wincing under that heavenly light.
"... Am I dead..?" The words slipped past his cracked lips, his body laying stilled as he stared upwards, expression unchanged.
*Get up.
He sat up without a second thought, rubbing his head with his right hand and feeling around the ground he laid on with his left.
His finger tips met something cool and hard, and he wrapped his hand around the item. It felt so very familiar, as if his body knew the item. As if it was a part of him.
He lifted it, knowing exactly how much weight it would bring upon his arm as he held it before his eyes, which his snow white hair fell in strands over, his mouth hanging open blankly, shadows obscuring his crimson eyes.
*Mother's crowbar.
The crowbar shaped piece of steel was dirty, the silvery shine blacked out with grime, the end of the crowbar rusted with a dried, crimson liquid.
*Our inheritance.
Letting his arm drop back to his side with his crowbar, the young man got his feet under himself, rising to his full height, hair shadowing his eyes and arms hanging limp at his sides as he sauntered from the room, that crowbar swinging gently back and forth.
I pressed my back against that wall, feeling cold sweat make its way down my brow and hearing my heart thud in my chest.
I'm in Undertale. I'm in fucking Undertale during a goddamn genocide.
My teeth ground together to keep from chattering, watching a gust of wind flow down the hallway with the sound of those doors being pushed open, a cold burst of wind blasting through the ruins.
And only after I heard those doors creak shut did I step - skeptically - into the open, inspecting the hall before me.
Across the door there was a slash of crimson blood, which was slowly turning to a silver ash, much like the ash that coated the floor.
"... Okay, how am I getting out of this one?"
*Forward.
Anthony
LV: 1
SAVED
His feet dragged up the steps into that home, which he didn't bother so much as turn his head to inspect, immediately walking across the carpet and to the staircase, gripping the railing and making his way down the steps with no urgency. He seemed to be in a trance.
A muffled voice. It was feminine.
He didn't care to tune in. His brain was fuzzy, surrounded by fog.
Who was he..? Things were hazy. He didn't feel right.
Oh, a murder.
Ears picking up the sound up footsteps, that younger child looked over their shoulder, narrowing a crimson eye at their albino intruder.
Familiarity.
"Who are you?" They asked coldly, dust ridden blood dripping from that plastic knife, the drop of red shattering to the concrete floor echoing along the purple walls.
*Killing someone with a child's toy? That's just poor craftsmanship.
"... It starts with an A, I think..." He muttered, reaching up and touching the side of his head. Those crimson eyes were dull, staring at the ground in weak contemplation.
"You don't belong here." Frisk's voice echoed throughout the hall, but each echo was denied from his ears as he stood there, mouth hanging open in blank contemplation.
"Who am I..? Something's missing..."
And as Frisk's footsteps echoed ever closer, his body, his very being, ached.
His pale hand shakily reached for his back pocket, where that crowbar had been placed.
It was calling for him. A light in the fog.
Frisk's jaw clenched in aggravation at the lack of attention he was paying them, crouching and preparing to lunge and make him regret that decision.
And as they dove, eyes almost seeming to glow with a red fury, malicious grin tearing up their face, his dry cracked, pale fingers wrapped around that crowbar.
Blood flew through the air.
The fog lifted.
His crimson eyes were wide, that toy knife buried in his shoulder, blood staining the white sleeve of his T shirt.
Frisk's head was still leaned to the side, eyes wide in pain, blood pouring from their mouth, that crowbar having cracked right upside their head.
"Ooooohhhh my GOD!" Grin splitting his face, he yanked up one foot, planting a kick in Frisk's chest and sending them launching back through the hall, hitting the ground and skidding for a moment. They gripped onto the cold ground, their finger nails splitting and bleeding before they came to a stop. They winced as they looked up to him, blood pouring down their chin.
"That is SOOOO much better." Without hesitation, he reached up, gripping that toy knife and tearing it from his shoulder, his blood spraying across the cool concrete, though he didn't seem to mind. In fact, his eyes rolled back ever so slightly, and his shoulders lowered, as if he enjoyed the feeling.
"Now I remember!" He swayed from side to side somewhat goofily as he walked towards Frisk, who held their bleeding jaw, cold sweat running down their forehead as they pulled themselves back away from him with their free arm.
He pulled that crowbar high above his head, their eyes widening in horror as he loomed over them.
"The name's Anarchy!"
"Well at least it isn't windy..." I tried my best to look on the bright side, hands stuffed in my zipped up hoodie's pockets as I shrunk into the collar of my coat to protect from the cold, eyes darting from side to side to inspect for any little shit children.
Luckily, I didn't spot any. I did hear some distant blood curtailing screams, however. So I was pretty excited that they weren't around.
Unfortunately, the Underground is mostly a straight path, my cracked memory was telling me. Which means they were ahead of me. And if I wanted to get anywhere, I'd have to get around them.
"Okay, guess I gotta think up a plan for how I'm gonna stop the kid." Yes, I'm aware that talking to myself makes me seem like a nut. But the sound of my voice is the only thing comforting right now.
"I mean, they're like, nine, right?" I glanced to the side in thought, stepping through that rickety wooden gate without much concern. "And I'm... Seventeen, I wanna say?"
Why is everything so fuzzy..?
*You need to wake up.
"You need to be less vague." I made a finger gun at the text box, before it disappeared, and my ears registered voices ahead of me.
"C-c'mon... Y-you're not gonna... Murder me in cold blood, a-are ya..? E-... Ehehe..."
I have been walking too fast. I came to the simple realization as I ducked into the trees, gently pushing aside branches to get a look at my fellow human.
Snowdrake was flat on his butt before the human. He was already starting to flake to silver, sweat beading down his face as he stared up into the cold, lifeless eyes of his enemy.
Frisk said nothing, twirling their toy knife in hand casually as they tilted their head to the side.
They were certainly taller than a nine year old. Only a few inches shorter than I was. Though they didn't have any particular secondary sex characteristics, I'd have to be an idiot to think they were any younger than sixteen.
"This is not accurate to my headcannon..." I found myself whispering as I watched them bring up that knife, Snowdrake's eyes going wide in horror.
And, I'm not sure what this says about my character or who I am, but that knife came down, and I didn't feel a single urge to intervene.
*Your LOVE has increased!
Frisk just glanced down at their own text box, before turning, walking over to the chest next to a sign near the pathway leaving this area.
They flipped the box open, reaching inside and retrieving a padded fighting glove, which looked like something an MMA fighter would wear.
They frowned as they pulled it over their fist, before turning away from the path, continuing forward.
*Keep going.
"Yeah, yeah..." I muttered, slowly making my way out of the brush after waiting a few more moments to make sure that serial killer had walked out of ear shot and had no intentions of turning back.
As I stepped back into the open, I looked down to the pile of dust that once was Snowdrake, scratching the back of my head.
"Uh... Sorry, dude." I made a facial expression that could only be read as 'Yikes' before I carefully stepped by the dust, walking ahead to the frozen ground just before the river up ahead, where I thought there was supposed to be a snowman..?
*It's a fishing pole. Something about phone calls.
"... Ah, right. Now I remember." My eyes darted to the side. "Snowman's up ahead."
"There's no number attached."
"Yeah," I agreed as I turned towards the voice, feeling a certain amount of ease at hearing another person. If I was lucky, maybe it'd be someone who could help me outta this predicament. "I guess the guy must've forgot-"
My feet stopped, along with my heart, and seemingly the whole world around us.
"..." Frisk blinked those cold, crimson eyes. One by one, their fingers curled inward to form a fist with that Tough Glove. "You aren't supposed to be here."
I couldn't move. Those eyes paralyzed me.
That red.
I'd seen it before.
*Your identity.
"Persistent little shit, aren'tcha?"
Who said that? What was happening? I felt a tide of emotions and memories ripple through my core, and all I could do was stand there, staring into those eyes like that's all there was, my green eyes dilating and twitching as they drowned in the sea of uncertainty in my soul.
"Hm." Their lips curved up slightly in a smile. "What kind of look is that? All the monsters down here, and you're really that terrified of me?"
Were they talking? Their lips were moving, I thought. I couldn't hear anything but static.
"... Are you ignoring me..?" They tilted their head to the side, slowly arching a brow. "Are you stupid?"
Was I stupid? What was I? Who was I?
"You aren't making this encounter interesting at all." hands balling into fists, they stomped forward towards me. "This is why I hate humans."
The world around us seemed to be rushing by, but I remained still and they pulled back their fist at an avoidably slow pace.
"You're all so predictable!"
Pain.
Frisk's fist crashed into my face, and they planted their feet, putting all of their weight into the punch, their crimson eyes widening and flaring with anger as they completely floored me with that right hook.
My body crashed to the ground, skidding back across the snow, which crimson from my split lip splattered across.
*Back to reality.
My eyes snapped open, darting quickly to Frisk, who was walking ever closer, the snow being mercilessly crunched under their feet with each step.
I winced, gripping my jaw, which ached terribly, blood filling my hand rather quickly, which gave me a pretty bad feeling about all the iron I tasted in my mouth.
"You have something to say yet?" They tilted their head to the side, those crimson eyes narrowing at me with disgust.
Hair shadowing my eyes, I pushed myself up onto one knee, blood splattering down from my jaw onto the pure snow, staining it red.
"Come to think of it..." I felt their hand latch onto my hair, tugging me up to my feet, my knees bent, as they weren't able to pull me to my full height with me being taller than them. "I don't think I've ever gotten to kill a human before."
*Rage.
Without hesitation, I spat a glob of crimson spit onto Frisk's face, and they snarled with anger, pulling their Tough Gloved fist back and ramming it into my abdomen, forcing me to drop to my knees in an instant, the pain forcing a wave of bile from my stomach, making me cough a mix of stomach acid and blood onto their shoes.
*Rage.
Left eye snapping open, I grabbed them by the ankle, panting rapidly as I looked up at them, fury burning in my expression, making their jaw clench and their eyes narrow.
"Get off me!" Frisk yanked back their free leg, and I felt the terrible sting of agony from their foot connecting with my broken jaw, sending me flying through the air onto my back, where I lay momentarily, chest heaving up and down.
Frisk was quick to close the distance this time, planting their foot on my chest to keep me in the dirt.
*RAGE.
I felt my hand wrap around Frisk's ankle, and my head tilted up to shoot Frisk a glare. My chest heaved with snarls and enraged panting, my eyes wide and my pupils shrunk.
"What are you-!" They looked down at me, and their eyes widened, darting to my chest.
"... No, you can't be serious..." They muttered under their breath, their expression softening with confusion and surprise, before they felt my finger nails dig into the flesh of their ankle, and were forced to look back to my frothing expression.
They growled with rage, and they yanked their foot up into the air, freeing it from my grasp.
"Don't you dare come back!"
Their foot came down.
Shatter.
Flash.
"Damn it damn it damn it!" Frisk pushed at the Ruins doors, struggling against their weight.
But, just as they began to budge, they felt one pale hand wrap around their face, covering their mouth and making their eyes widen.
They were yanked with a shocking amount of force from the door, being thrown all the way down the hall, that sickening laughter filling their ears as they hit the ground, skidding across the pavement.
"You're trying to run? C'mon! Where'd all that confidence go?!" Anarchy laughed as he sprinted down that hallway, Frisk struggling to get to one knee before he closed the distance, dragging that crowbar across the ground before lifting it, slamming it into Frisk's chin and launching them up into the air.
Blood flinging from their chin, Frisk slammed face first into the ceiling, their expression scrunching in pain before they dropped back down towards Anarchy, who had taken up a batter's stance, holding that crowbar like a baseball bat and bouncing excitedly as he waited for them to drop into place.
CRACK!
Frisk was sent flying down the hallway the other way this time, landing flat on their face in front of the Ruins door.
Panting as blood poured from multiple lacerations on their face, Frisk slowly reached out towards the door, their vision fading in and out.
"So, little mister and or miss immortal," Anarchy's footsteps echoed through the hall, bouncing from the walls, the sound surrounding Frisk as they weakly dragged themselves forward towards the door with bloody hands.
Those footsteps got closer, and just as they reached out to touch the cool door to freedom, that ivory hand grabbed a fistful of their hair, fear appearing on their expression before they were yanked back up into the air.
Frisk winced as they grabbed that hand, eyes filling with tears as they slowly looked to Anarchy, who's hair cast shadow over his face, covering all but that psychotic, sharp toothed grin.
"How many times am I gonna get to play with you before you stay dead?"
"H-HEEEEELLLLPPPPP!" Frisk managed to scream, tears pouring down their cheeks as they kicked and flailed in Anarchy's grasp, wide eyes staring into the abyss.
*But nobody came.
Keys clicked.
The computer monitor lit the room in an eerie white light. The room consisted of a twin sized bed, the computer and the desk it was sat on, which also had several other monitors on it, a tile floor, and an open doorway directly across the room from the computer.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and he looked over his shoulder, cocking a brow into the darkness.
As she stepped into view, he smiled lightly, spinning around in his chair, momentarily not taking note of the fact that her head was down, her long black hair falling over her face.
"Wassup Pred-" His eyes widened as he heard her sniffle sharply, concern overtaking his expression as he stood from his computer chair, stepping closer towards her.
"Whoa, Lexi, what's wrong?" He skeptically put a hand on her shoulder, tilting his head to the side.
"... Angel..." She spoke quietly, not looking up and not seeming to have the strength to. "Am I a bad person..?"
"What..?" He tilted his head to the side in confusion, which slowly overtook his expression. "Where's this comin' from, Lex..?"
She didn't speak, she just slowly stepped forward, reaching out and wrapping her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder for comfort.
"Uh..." He glanced from side to side, looking to be contemplating, before slowly returning the hug, smoothing her long hair with his hand to comfort her.
He took a deep breath, looking down to the ground slowly, thoughts running through his mind.
"Lexi!"
I shot up, chest heaving up and down with my panting as I found myself sitting back next to that killer shaped lamp, just thirty feet from where I'd been murdered.
"..." I closed my eyes, regaining my thoughts before slowly reaching up, running a hand through my hair, groaning.
"Ah, fuck, I remember who I am..." I groaned, falling onto my back and slowly running my hands down my face.
"And I'm in fuckin' Undertale..." I continued to groan, rolling back and forth. "And I'm immortal now, apparently..."
*Keep moving.
"And my text box likes little boys!" I put a forearm over my face dramatically, pointing to the flavor text that had appeared.
*Not funny.
"I'm unappreciated in my time." I sighed, sitting up before pushing back to my feet.
*Get. A move on.
"Blow me dude I'm not bumping into the hash slinging slasher again!" I threw my hands into the air, beginning to pace back and forth, snow crunching under my sneakers.
*Fight them.
"Look I don't know who you are or how much you know about me, but I'm more of an intricate plan kinda guy, not a kill someone with a pen kinda guy." As I paced, I pulled my pen from my pocket, looking to it, trying to find anything hidden on it that would make it function as an actual weapon and not a writing utensil.
*I'm you.
"That'd explain why you're such an asshole." My eyes darted to the side.
*If you're not going to fight, what's your plan?
"..." I looked down the path, stuffing my hands, and my pen, into my pockets.
"... I think I have an idea."
Frisk just blinked, watching the skeleton brothers spin around in front of them, before eventually stopping, their backs to them.
"Sans! Oh my god!" Papyrus looked to his brother with wide, excited eyes, before suddenly looking to the side. "... I'm dizzy. What am I looking at?"
"Behold." Sans answered, the two spinning around to face Frisk.
"... A human." Sans kept that trademark grin, eyes darting to the side.
Wait what? Frisk looked over their shoulder, and their jaw clenched angrily, eyes narrowing.
"Howdy!" I gave a two fingered wave, grinning in a way that seemed friendly to the skeletons but was easily read by Frisk as a very knowing, very smug, facial expression.
"What?!" Papyrus said with shock, looking right at me with his skeleton eye holes, before his head quickly snapped back to look at Sans. "But then what's that thing in front of it?!"
"Dunno." Sans shrugged, white dots in his eye sockets darting to look up to Papyrus. "Not a rock?"
"Not a rock?!" Papyrus repeated in shock, before slamming his fist down in his palm. "Then, by process of elimination, it must be a human!"
"Foolproof." Sans winked an eye shut, looking back ahead to Frisk and I.
"Humans!" Papyrus spoke as I walked further up, standing next to Frisk, hands in my pockets.
"Prepare yourself for high jinx! For low jinx!"
"Ooh this is so exciting!" I whispered to Frisk while Papyrus spoke, and they shot me an absolutely venomous glare.
"Go to hell." They whispered back, making me grin a little wider.
"... Refreshments will be provided! IF YOU DARE!" And with that, Papyrus turned around, running away excitedly.
"NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!"
Frisk shot me a glance, opening their mouth to speak, before their eyes darted back to Sans, who still stood there, watching us with that grin.
*He's supposed to walk after Papyrus.
Their mouth closed, and they narrowed their eyes at me before they stepped forward, walking past me and ahead.
They didn't bother to stop and speak with Sans, continuing after Papyrus.
I however walked right up to the short skeleton, a certain urgency in my step. Sans was busy watching Frisk continue on out of the corner of his eye, but once I got within speaking distance of him, those white dots in his eye sockets darted to me.
Is Sans gonna know about the RESETs? Is that canon or fanon? I found myself wondering as I stopped in front of him, heart racing almost as fast as my brain. My mouth lagged far behind, however, and I stumbled to get the words out.
"Heya." Sans spoke first, not hesitating to stick out his hand, looking up to me. "I don't think we've been met. I'm Sans, Sans the Skeleton."
Looking to his hand, I began to reach out to it, eyes narrowing in thought.
... Ah, fuck it.
I grabbed past his fingers, getting a grip on the whoopee cushion attached to his skeletal palm and yanking it free, Sans raising his nonexistent eyebrows in surprise.
"Huh. Not a fan of fart sounds?" He arched a brow at me. "You're pretty perceptive kid."
"Not really, I've just got a good memory." I said, offering Sans back his whoopee cushion.
"But uh, and correct me if I'm wrong," Sans reached out, taking his whoopee cushion back and casually squishing it, letting out a little 'heh' at the fart noise before slipping it into his hoodie pocket. "This is the first time you n' me have met, isn't it?"
"Alright Sans I'm gonna be real with you because thinking about it there's no real consequences to being wrong here since I can time travel,"
"... What."
"That other human is Frisk, they kill people, they RESET, they're trouble." I pointed ahead as I spoke. "The other skeleton is your brother Papyrus. Frisk fights him outside of Snowdin, right before Waterfall, where Undyne lives. After that is Hotland, where Alphys is, and then the CORE, and then New Home with the King of All Monsters, Asgore Dreemurr."
"..." Sans remained silently, look quite honestly baffled. He slowly tilted his head to the side, seeming to be at a loss for words.
"And none of this I should know considering I just dropped down a huge hole and stumbled through already dusty ruins to get to here where I bumped into them," I once again pointed in the direction Frisk went. "And they killed me, but I respawned a few minutes before the event afterwards."
Sans expression shifted, and if his mouth opened I was certain it would be moving to try to form words.
"I guess what I'm trying to ask is are you aware of any of this time travel multi timeline genocidal human ghost text box DETERMINATION shit or am I gonna have to figure this crap out on my own?" I held my hands out in front of me, pursing my lips and narrowing my eyes, desperately awaiting a good answer.
"..." Sans widened his sockets, the white dots inside them looking to the side for a moment. "Jesus, kid, you really know how to drop a bomb shell. Didn't even introduce yourself before giving me all that exposition."
Sans was grinning regardless, those eyes darting back to me.
"We'll talk later, alright?" He winked an eyes shut at me, and though it wasn't the exact response I was looking for, it did hand me some semblance of hope. "'Til then, I'll keep a socket out for ya."
With that, Sans walked right by me, back in the direction I came from.
"I'll be up ahead." He waved over his shoulder at me, not bothering to look back at me.
"..." I took a deep breath, nodding once and turning to look ahead.
I nodded quickly, shaking out my hands and trying to hype myself up before continuing on.
"You know what's funny?"
"AAGH!"
"I don't even know where the fuck I am! I don't know who you are, I don't know what this place is!"
A loud crack resounded, followed by another scream.
"And, I get the feeling we're gonna be here for awhile, so,"
SNAP.
"AAAAHHHH!"
"Lets get to know each other a lil' better, sound good?"
The only response Anarchy got was Frisk's quiet sobs.
"So, Anarchy obviously isn't my real name." Anarchy sat crouched in front of Frisk, who was leaned against a wall, panting heavily.
Their legs were sprawled out in front of them. One was bent in the wrong direction. Their arm, of which they appeared to only have one, was grasping their side, which was split and bleeding.
"More of a uh, code name given to me awhile back. Suits my..." Anarchy looked to be thinking, moving his hand in a circular motion. "Rated M for Mature tendencies, I guess?"
He shrugged, looking to Frisk with a plain expression. "What's your name?"
Frisk managed to open their bleeding mouth, though it stung and burned to do so.
"... Frisk..." They managed to spit out, barely lifting their head to look at Anarchy. Their blood stained hair fell over their face, and a stream of blood made it's way from their hairline down over their eye and down their cheek.
"Huh. That's a pretty unique name." Anarchy stood back to his full height, looming over Frisk. His crowbar slid from his left sleeve into his hand, and he lifted it over his head.
"You ever play sports, Frisk?"
"... S-... Soccer..."
SMASH!
"AAHHHHH!"
"Was always more of a baseball fan myself, but I see why you'd like it. You like burnt popcorn?"
"Y-... Yeah..."
SMACK!
The sound of blood splattering across the floor.
"Eee, I don't. Always just tasted like horrible burnt nasty to me. Can you explain the appeal?"
Trailing Frisk through Snowdin Forest had its ups and downs. On the upside, Frisk figured out all the X O puzzles so I didn't have to. On the downside, I had to play along with each of Papyrus's puzzles that Frisk got to ignore.
Being a human that played along, however, was working in my favor. Papyrus was clearly ecstatic to have someone to show his puzzles, and Sans seemed more trusting of my motives the nicer I was to his brother.
There was one problem, though...
I stepped from the empty shop in Snowdin, pulling my technically stolen Tough Glove over my left hand. I mean, if I hadn't raided the shop, Frisk would have, so it was justified. Probably.
My eyes drifted to Frisk, who was walking without any particular haste towards the edge of Snowdin.
My hands clenched into fists.
I had to get ahead of them.
"Hey! Quit moving while I'm talking to you!"
Frisk stopped walking forward, hair being blown in their face by the white out of snow around them.
"I, the Great Papyrus, have some things to say!"
Papyrus stood before them, orange scarf whipping in the wind. He stood tall, fearless before the murderer.
"First: You're a freaking weirdo!"
Frisk smiled.
"Not only do you not like puzzles. But the way you shamble about from place to place... The way your hands are always covered in dusty powder."
Papyrus's eyes narrowed with concern.
"It feels... Like your life is going down a dangerous path."
Frisk's fingers fell one by one into a fist.
"However! I, Papyrus, see great potential within you!"
*We've heard this all before.
"Everyone can be a great person if they try! And me, I hardly have to try at all! Nyeheheheh!"
Frisk continued forward, snow crunching under their feet.
"Hey! Quit moving! This is exactly what I am talking about!"
Frisk frowned.
"Human! I think you are in need of guidance! Someone needs to keep you on the straight and narrow!"
*I'm the only guide you'll need.
"But worry not! I, Papyrus... Will gladly be your friend and tutor!"
*Lets get this over with.
"I will turn your life right around!"
Frisk continued walking forward again, snow crunching under their feet again as they pushed through the blizzard towards Papyrus.
"I see you are approaching. Are you offering a hug of acceptance?"
*Idiot.
"Wowie! My lessons are already working!"
A smile carved its way up Frisk's face.
"I, Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!"
*Papyrus is sparing you.
Papyrus tilted his head to the side, arms out to his sides for a hug, eyes closed and smiling wide.
*Forgettable.
Frisk bent at the knees, cocking back that fist. Their jaw clenched, their ears filled with the screaming winds.
Just more EXP. Nothing more and nothing less.
*Fight.
*Papyrus.
Frisk lunged forward, eyes widening in that ceaseless rage that burnt inside of them, all of their hate charging in their punch as that paragon before them dared to mock them like this.
Everything moved in slow motion as Papyrus's sockets opened, his smile falling as his eyes began to widen.
And now he would pay for i-!
THUD.
Everything seemed to love in slow motion as Frisk felt that elbow drive into their cheek, their eyes, flaring with rage, slowly moving to look at their attacker.
They tumbled to the ground, rolling to a stop and climbing to their hands and knees, snarling up at me.
Papyrus fell back onto his skeletal butt, looking between Frisk and I with wide sockets.
I clenched my hands into fists, which I put up. My heart raced, and on my chest, a burning red SOUL appeared, glowing plain through my shirt.
"Other human!" Papyrus cried out in surprise, looking between Frisk and I. "You... Saved me..?"
I didn't dare take my attention from the killer before me, who was climbing to their feet.
"Why would I need to know how to fight, Preds? I never leave HQ."
"... You think you can back that attack up, tough guy?" Frisk's eyes narrowed at me as they reached up, wiping the small stream of blood running down from their split lip.
"What if you bump into someone strong who happens to want to beat your ass?"
"Gonna have to." I answered plainly, knuckles white as I anxiously bounced from side to side.
"Look, Lexi, I'ma be real with you."
Frisk cracked their knuckles, smirking lightly as they reached back, pulling that Toy Knife from their back pocket and spinning it once, holding it in their hand that was missing a Tough Glove.
"If we're ever in a position where I have to fight,"
I reached into my pocket, pulling my pen free before pushing a button on the cord of my earbuds, my music starting. Cold sweat formed on my brow.
"We've already lost."
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