"And that's it," Jeremy claps his hands together, "Does everyone have their Bonds written down? And have you all formed at least a bit of an idea of your history together?" All of the children nod their heads while placing their pencils down on the table. Ib and Frisk were smiling with the same calmness they had since they were dropped off. Asriel was busy going over his sheet one last time, counting off on his fingers as he did. Mary, on the other hand, was bouncing up and down again. The wild excitement was evident on her face as she waited for Jeremy to continue. "Well then, why don't we go ahead and intro—"

Before Jeremy was able to finish, Mary already had her paper up and ready to read it. "I'll go first!" she proudly exclaimed.

Her mouth had just opened when Ib placed a hand on her arm, "Settle down, Mary. Why don't we see if Frisk or Asriel want to tell us about their characters first?

Mary seemed ready to argue, but merely huffed and dropped back down onto her seat. Ib looked towards Frisk and nodded, "Go ahead, we'll wait."

"You are as kind as you are pretty, Ib," Frisk does a mock bow which makes Ib giggle with a hand in front of her mouth. Jeremy sees Mary scowl towards the boy, who doesn't notice. Instead Frisk says, "But, if it is alright with you, I shall introduce myself, last.". He gestures for his stepbrother to begin.

With a nod, Asriel begins by lowering his voice until it reaches the same narrating cantor that Jeremy's did, "I am, Albus the Greyblossom is one of the few remaining angels of Atlas. I stand tall with silver hair that goes all the way down to the small of my back. My robes are a spectacular combination of colors that change depending on the area I reside in. They go all the way down to my ankles, with a heavy hood that I only ever let down around those I trust. It makes me look scary, but I underneath I have the kindest, multi-colored eyes in the land.

Mary scoffs, softly enough to be noticed but not loud enough for Jeremy or Ib to hear. Asriel ignores her as he continues, "With me, I bring a staff covered in runes that will allow my companions and I to travel safely through any land. With my beautiful white and blue pegasus, Ali, my magical prowess, and my prophetic visions, I shall protect the land of Atlas from all who threaten her." He puts down his paper and looks towards Ib, "Do you want to go next, Ib?

Ib nods and picks up her own book to read from, "My name, is Arwen the Brave, Princess and Heir to my fallen kingdom. My people were once great scions of Atlas, but now they are all gone. I am the last of their noble line and I carry myself as such. I wear a normal, leather combat uniform with a forever determined look in my red eyes.

Twin "Oohs" come from Mary and Frisk at Ib's description. The girl continues, "I bring along some food and healing supplies, my warhorse Dane, and my families legendary sword. If we ever require a place to stay there is still one last manor filled with those who still serve my family even after all this time. I also carry a longbow, funds and fine food if we need it, and my symbol of royalty that proves my lineage."

Mary claps when Ib finishes her description. Her sister blushes at the praise, turning towards Frisk. She asks if he wants to go next, but he waves his hand towards Mary, "It would be rude of me to not allow the ladies to introduce themselves before me."

Before Ib can protest, Mary grabs up her playbook. Cutting her eyes at Asriel, she adopts a regal posture and tone before speaking, "I am the beautiful, wonderful, fantastic, Tanis, the Lady of Light. I am one of the great elves of Atlas who live in the seas that reach around the world. I stand with a wi-wil-wi…. Ib, what's this word?"

Mary holds her paper near Ib, who leans over and follows her sister's finger to the word. Ib squints before turning over to Jeremy, "Mr. Fitzgerald, how do you say this?"

Jeremy leans over to assist the two girls. He smiles and leans back, "That's 'willowy', Ib. It means very tall, thin, and athletic. Think of someone like… like…"

"Like Gary?" Ib perks up at the thought of her caretaker. She sits up straighter and her eyes shine a bit brighter.

Jeremy chuckles and nods, "Yeah, like Gary. Though he's more skinny than thin if you ask me. Go ahead and continue, Mary,"

The blond-haired girl nods and turns back to her book, "Willowy body with a fancy cloak that reaches my ankles. My long hair covers my piercing blue eyes and my clothes are green with blue tinges. I bring food, my bow, a sword, a knife, and a ring that signifies that I am in a secret group who all wear the same ring. I can show mine to them and they'll know who I am. Lastly, I have an amazing Unicorn named Uni who travels with me."

Frisk and Ib clap for Mary while Asriel nods, "Sounds pretty good, Mary. If a bit simplistic."

"Hey," Mary frowns while placing her paper down, "that means you don't like it, right?"

The goat boy holds up his hands placatingly, "No, no. I was just saying that its…. nothing. Nevermind. It's a great character I can't wait to play with you."

Mary's frown remains, and the table gets tense. Before things get worse, Frisk speaks up, "It's my turn, right Mr. Fitzgerald?"

"Hm? Oh yes, yes, it is Frisk," Jeremy places down his pencil as he turns towards the boy, "So who is your character?"

"Nobody, really," Frisk starts while picking up his Playbook, "I am the Squire after all. I don't have a people to call my own. I'm no champion, I'm no hero, I'm not even supposed to be here really. But I am, and I'm gonna make the most of it. I'll make sure everyone here comes home safe and sound. My name is Arthur Pip. I stand with short hair that only reaches down to my determined and set eyes. My clothes are those of a peasant that perfectly compliment my body.

The entire table remains silent as Frisk continues, "I have brought with me more rations of food, a simple sword, some under armor to protect myself, some traveler's gear, and my luck of the devil." As Frisk finishes, the entire table is quite for a good minute.

Asriel is the first to break the silence, as he places a hand in front of his mouth, "Wow, Frisk. I expected you to be good at this, but not that good. You sounded totally in character."

The dark-skinned boy places a hand on the back of his neck, "Really? I didn't really think about that. It just kind of… happened."

"Asriel's right," Ib says while nodding, "That was amazing. I thought you were a totally different person there."

"Ib!" Mary says looking at her sister with puppy dog eyes, "You're not saying it was better than my character, right?"

Ib pats her sister on the head to reassure her, "Of course not, Mary. Yours was just as good." The blonde bounces at the praise.

Jeremy lets the table calm down before speaking, "Now that almost all the characters have been introduced, we're just about ready to begin."

Asriel's ears perk up in confusion, "Almost? Is there one more player coming?"

"Well, sort of," Jeremy gets a sly smile on his face as he holds up his playbook. He makes sure everyone can see it very clearly, "You see, in-between taking down notes for your characters, I have been making one of my own. One just as important as yours, that plays two roles. One as the arbitrator and final say on the rules of the game. And the other…"

Jeremy turns his playbook around to the front so that all may see. Everyone at the table gasps in collective shock. Ib places a hand over her mouth, Frisk's eyes wrinkle a bit, Asriel looks from the paper to Jeremy, and Mary has her hands on the table ready to jump at Jeremy's face. On the paper in big, bold letters was the one word that represents everything that their characters opposed:

OVERLORD

"Is the role as the main villain," Jeremy places the book on the table. He starts to lower his voice, reaching deep into his stomach to make the voice of his character as he begins, "I am the Overlord. I have come to Atlas to gain the Ultimate Power, and I care not for who I must hurt to do so. My Hordes are endless and will descend upon the world of Atlas in a never-ending tide of flesh and bone. My armies will crush you. I will break your people asunder and send Atlas plummeting into a spiral of despair. I am Boros the Fallen King, and I know no fear.

Placing his playbook down on the table, Jeremy returns to his smiling countenance, "So, any questions?"

Four hands all raise up at the same time.

Jeremy laughs before pointing at Mary first as she seems the most agitated. She quickly shouts, "Why are you the bad guy, Mr. Jeremy!? You're not really a bad guy, are you? I ask cause that voice you did was really scary, and I thought that you might want to hurt us, and—"

"Calm down, Mary," Jeremy places his hands up to calm the girl down, "Calm down. I'm not really a 'bad guy'. I'm just playing pretend. I'm not really going to hurt you all." Inwardly, Jeremy is slightly glad that he was able to convince them so well. Ib's hand goes down, showing that her question was also answered.

Jeremy points towards Asriel next. The goat boy places his hands together on the table, "If you're both the GM, and the Main Bad Guy, then doesn't that mean we can't win?"

Jeremy shakes his head before he finishes, "No it does not, Asriel. I am well aware that, at the end of the day, I will lose. I'm the bad guy. I'm not supposed to win. But, that doesn't mean I have to make it easy for you. I will challenge you and hurt you, but I will not make things impossible for you."

Asriel nods and Frisk instantly pipes up with his question, "Do we have to… get rid of you?"

Knowing what Frisk means, Jeremy quickly answers, "No. All you have to do is beat me. How you do that, is down to you. And this system has plenty of ways for you to disable opponents without resorting to that.

Frisk keeps the wrinkles on his eyes for a bit longer. Then he relaxes and goes back into his original posture. Happy that he defused the conversation, Jeremy sighs and continues, "Now then, it's time we make the world…."