Wealth, Fame, and Power! W. D. Gaster, The King of The Pirates, had all those and the rest of what the world had to offer! Through many battles and trials, he had reached the pinnacle of the world's virtues and had nothing left but an illness that plagued him.

He brought himself in and was held at a worldwide public execution. Before he was executed, a man from the crowd asked:

"Where did you hide all your treasure?!"

To which the King of Pirates smiled and said:

"You want my treasure? You can have it! I left the most important treasure in the world on an island! Go and find it! 'For the next pirate that finds the UnderPiece, will be claimed the new King of The Pirates!"

Those were his final words before he was executed. He smiled to his death.

With those words, the world was flipped upside down as he created The Golden Pirate Era! People and already existing pirates from around the works started to sail the seas in search of the treasure that W. D. Gaster claimed to be-

The UnderPiece!

It had been Twenty Years since, and people have yet to find the treasure he was talking about. Except for one girl, who is now going to change the world by storm for the sake of her people.

This is the story of Muffet D. Baker and her way to becoming Queen of the Pirates!

Frisk D. Remurr, one of the Five Emporers of the Sea, a man of very few spoken words, one arm, a claw scar along his left eye, and his infamous neutral face of displeasement.

His long brown hair flopped and flailed in the harsh winds of the Grand Line. He was on his ship, Mt. Ebott. He was sailing with his crew, hundreds of men who wanted to fight for his cause, hundreds who were just friends with him.

However, his three commanders were nothing to scoff at, they had accompanied him since the beginning.

They all stood on their figurehead, they were getting ready to confront another Emporer of the Sea...GoldenBeard.

The three commanders stood in a line behind Frisk.

A woman, in a grey cloak that covered her body from head to toe, stepped up.

"Tra la la! Are you sure you won't need us for this?"

The woman said in a soft and tender voice. There was concern behind it, but also assurance.

A man that seemed to be a dog man, stepped up too.

"I'm blind...but even I can see that this won't end as peacefully as you'd want captain!"

The dog man wore a black bandana, a pink tank top, and baize cargo pants and army boots. He always was smoking a dog treat and held two daggers.

The more menacing person out of the three, a little girl with light green eyes and an Etch-A-Sketch.

"Whatever, let's make this quick!"

Frisk turned around and looked at her with a disapproving shake of his head.

"Hey, you talk as if you're captain...don't worry, it'll be solved in a pacifistic way."

He flailed his hand to his crew, to which they all cheered. Except for the little girl. She scoffed.

"Whatever, I will be a bigshot one day! You best believe I will. And you'll fear me!"

Frisk laughed and patted her head.

"One day, maybe. But as of now. Unlikely."

Out of the fog, a giant silhouette of a pirate ship was broadcasted to everyone on his crew.

Frisk chuckled.

"As a matter of fact, I'll board by myself. You three stay here. Doggo, Riverwoman, you're in charge."

Frisk didn't even spare them a second to rebuttal, he immediately took a hefty jump through the thin but musky fog that surrounded the ship and boarded it by the port.

The Riverwoman giggled.

"Tra la la! I have a name you know...but I don't know it either-"

Doggo karate chopped her head.

"Then don't complain stupid-!"

The little green girl shrugged.

"I'll be in charge someday! Just you see!"

The Riverwoman laughed. In reality, the little girl was a recent addition to the crew. They had picked her up on an island that was completely abandoned except for her.

She still won't tell them the story. More like, she refuses greatly to tell the story of what happened prior to their arrival.

Her strength feats were remarkable, earning her second commander position immediately. She replaced Doggo and bumped him down to Third Commander. Which honestly, he didn't mind. Meant less work for him.

However, the little girl and The Riverwoman could never get along. Well, more like, the little girl couldn't get along with The Riverwoman.

The Riverwoman filled the spot of archeologist and the ship's dedicated mom. She mothered and smothered everyone on the ship. A delight to have around.

Although, no one knows her name, or age, or appearance, or when she sleeps.

All they know is that she was given the name "The Riverwoman", she's nice and is a female. Besides that, speculation is fair game.

"Tra la la! Come on Vermuda, don't be such a grump!"

Vermuda kept playing on her Etch-A-Sketch, purposely ignoring her.

That was also another major question. The "Etch-A-Sketch" was a toy way ahead of their time. But how did she get it?

Most speculate that Dr. Alphys, the scientist who is 500 years ahead of the human mind, made it for her. Which then leaves the question...why?

In terms of strength, everyone feared The Riverwoman and Vermuda. Especially Vermuda, because atleast The Riverwoman showed mercy.

All they really knew about Vermuda's power, was that she had no great physical strengths. Her wits were ahead of most, her speed was negligible. However, she only specialized in Bound Haki, and mixed with her Etch-A-Sketch toy, she was a monster to fight.

Those who have fought her, went insane before she delivered the final blow. Most can assume that whatever she sketches on the Etch-a-sketch, she uses her Mastered Bound Haki to manipulate the reality around her.

This girl is only 12.

Doggo karate chopped both of them on the head.

"Stop bickering you two, what if Frisk needs our help?"

The Riverwoman shook her head.

"He'll be fine, Tra la la!"

He shook his head.

Vermuda looked up at the ship, then started to fidget with her toy. She wanted to test something...

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Goldenbeard...A.K.A Asgore Dreemurr was perched on his own personal seat in the middle of his deck.

It resembled a giant throne of golden and encrusted jewels. The seat patting was an amethyst purple cushion.

Goldenbeard was a goat person, with abnormal height too. Growing to be 10 feet at an old age of 108. He had, as expected, a Goldenbeard that connected with his mustache and balding hair.

His build was healthily husky, being about two meters in width. He had an IV bag attached to his arm at all times with breathing tubes lodged in his nose.

By his side, he proudly held his crimson trident. He dawned on his rightfully owned golden armor and purple cape.

"Hey Pops, a ship just lowered anchor in front of us!"

One of the cabin boys rushed to his captain. Asgore just looked down at the boy slowly and proceeded to give him a weak stare.

"That must be Frisk...darn brat probably wants to order me around...Welp, get ready men, that man is a walking hazard."

Asgore used his free arm to lift his cup of Golden Flower tea. His favorite.

Most people on his crew didn't fully recognize what he meant. Only his top Commanders did. There were only twelve, they commanded about a hundred men each.

However, one of them had to adopt another 100 to make up for Papyrus' absence.

Only the commanders knew to brace themselves. His more recognizable Commanders were his top four. They were feared throughout the seas. Any commander of an Emporer was monstrously strong, so much so, that anyone seeing them in action would discourage their will to keep pushing through the Grand Line.

There they stood, the four standing in front of Goldenbeard's throne. In the middle of the deck. On the Barrier, the ship name for the Underground Pirates.

Usually, Papyrus would take the spot of the second man in the front of the throne. But because of his absence, the third commander took his place in defense.

The First Commander stood proudly.

"Come on darling~ We ain't waiting all day~"

Said the seductively reverbed voice of the metal man.

Just then, random fodder men on the ship started to pass out in masses. Flopping to the floor one by one in succession.

Goldenbeard and the Commanders didn't, nor were they shock at the occurrence. They stood their ground.

Frisk appeared on the figurehead of their ship, the very opposite end of the throne. The ship around him started to chip and deteriorate.

They still chose not to start a fight.

Frisk slowly walked down the way. Within a few seconds, knocking out 1200 pirates around him with just his presence. His will was too strong for anyone not as strong as him to comprehend.

Goldenbeard laughed when Frisk made it to them. Frisk just sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. One by one, the commanders parted from the talk between Emporer Captains. Except one in particular. That person stood by Asgore, he allowed.

"I hope you don't mind if Mettaton listens in as well...My time is almost up and I wish Mettaton bare the responsiblity of being an Emperor through experience."

He gestured his hand to his First Commander, Mettaton.

It was a man of slender build, however, he was entirely mechanical. Have a hot pink metallic and broad chest with buttons and knobs on it. A white tube-looking waist, arms, and neck. A head that was also pale white but had intense mechanical makeup on that made the face look almost entirely freakish. His hair was black and dropped down in spikey clumps. He wore pink gloves and had long, strangely developed mechanical black legs that ended in heels.

It seems this guy made his body using several different types of people. Each part of him resembled a different gender and build.

However, if he is the First Commander, and the Musician of the crew. He must be absurdly strong.

Frisk nodded.

Asgore laughed.

"Then stop using your Conquerors Haki in here, it's messing up my men and ship. We get it that you're the top three best Haki Users on the planet, but any more and I'll have to put an end to it myself."

Mettaton gave a slight reverb giggle.

"Huehuehue! Come on man, you know I can't help it..."

Frisk opened his eyes, everyone on the ship took on a step back. Asgore widened his, and as a clash of will, there was invisible energy clashing at each other.

A battle of wills.

Asgore's Orange Will was clashing with Frisk's Crimson Will. Both seemingly having almost equal power and ferocity to them. All the commanders, except for Mettaton almost completely collapsed by the pressure and overwhelmingness of their willpower. Some of 'The Barrier' was deteriorating as a result.

Mettaton could see what was going on, he crossed his arms in amazement as he saw two colorful and powerful domes of power clashing against each other like two plasma balls.

After a few more long seconds, both of them stopped. The other commanders got a chance to catch their breaths.

Asgore looked at his other Commanders.

"Come on now, even Papyrus would've been able to handle that amount of pressure."

Frisk stood up and kept his eyes open, this was new to everyone. Frisk was never known for having his eyes open at all, now he was talking with them open.

"Actually-! That's what I wanted to talk to you about, it's about Papyrus-"

Asgore raised a hand to his face. He shook his head.

"It's about his hunt for that Jevil guy, isn't it?"

Frisk spared no time with this conversation. He still spoke with his eyes open.

"Please, I know the power both parties represent...and Papyrus will get slaughtered!"

"Blasphemy-!"

"It's not blasphemy Asgore! Not even you at this age would be able to stand against that freak if he stood on this ship once more-!"

Mettaton slowly approached Frisk, intrigued.

Asgore stood up with a proud heft in his chest.

"It's pirate code Frisk, that man killed a member of his commander fleet, it's his job to repay the favor by taking his head."

Frisk looked frustrated and proceeded to contest against Asgore, trying to tell him to make Papyrus cancel his search.

After a while, Asgore began to eye more into Frisk, noticing slight details and remembering old truths.

"Wait, what happened to your arm? And what about that hat you so pridefully flaunted?"

Frisk silenced and began to look at his arm, and cracked open a small smile.

"My protege was being a bit troublesome and got me in a bind, but I dawned the hat to her, she is going to start up a new era. The Golden Era of Pirates."

Everyone on the ship gave Frisk eyes as if he was a mad man. Asgore only scoffed.

"You mean that Spider-Girl that just became a Warlord? I heard she has been blasting her way to fame and skipped the rite of passage from any blue to the Grand Line...You raised those three kids for failure you know that right?"

Frisk almost choked on his spit.

Muffet?! A Warlord?! Holy damn!

The second part of Asgore's words finally caught to him.

"Oi! I raised them the best I could! If they get hurt on their travels because of their own mistakes, then they will learn and get stronger."

Asgore turned away from him.

"Then why is Papyrus any different?!"

This made Frisk shut up for a good while.

"You can't keep spoiling these kids, you can only do so much before they realize what the real world is. I thought someone like you would know that already! If Papyrus dies, then he dies! That doesn't mean I want him to die, I'll kill for that smile of his, but this is his battle. The most I can do for my 'son' is not interfere...!"

Frisk continued to be silent.

"If you have no other words, then please leave my ship. The officials of the World Government won't be pleased about our meeting."

Asgore walked with his IV bag back to his throne. Frisk solemnly stood up, deep down, Asgore was right.

He just...couldn't let his kids get hurt in things that were avoidable. If he were to attack Goldenbeard right here, he would start a war that would span the entire Grand Line. Either way, he had to listen to Asgore.

Mettaton tapped him on the shoulders. He turned around.

"Listen, darling~ Pick up a book once in an awhile~"

Mettaton placed a wad of newspapers at his chest and proceeded to walk away from him.

Frisk was boondoggled but just chose to walk off the ship. Activating his Conquerors Haki out of anger, this time, all of it. All the Commanders except for Mettaton were completely knocked out by his willpower mixed with bloodlust.

Asgore didn't choose to contest it or fight back.

He knows what it's like losing his kids too...

Frisk jumped off the Barrier and landed lightly back on his ship.

Vermuda stopped playing with her Etch-a-sketch and gave her captain his attention.

"How'd it go?" Said The Riverwoman.

Frisk shook his head.

"He wouldn't listen, Papyrus is doomed to confront Jevil, and I couldn't do anything about it...he'll die..."

The ship was tense.

Frisk just sat down on the deck and displayed the newspapers in front of him. He didn't feel like talking anymore.

However, all these selected news articles by Mettaton seem to be just about Muffet and her adventures. All starting from her battle with Undyne, all the way to the present.

He read them enthusiastically.

"Heh! A Warlord, cleaving the East Blue Grand Line Divider...and collecting an interesting set of people...Don't fall into the same pit as your brother...please..."

He was about to leave the newspapers on the ground before making eye contact with one of the articles he had skipped.

"Mad D. MewMew denied the title of Warlord, now has active bounty..."

Frisk finally shed a tear.

Everyone got tenser. Vermuda bonked him on the head with her Etch-A-Sketch.

"So genius, what's our next move?"

Frisk smiled.

"Let's pay a visit to an ex-Warlord. And also, on the way, let's stop by JarieMois...I have a few words to say to the heads in charge!"