Alright. Let's get this train wreck going, shall we? Fanfiction^2 is a genre I never expected to explore outside idle thoughts, but here we are. Thanks go to XWolf26 for writing DoubleTale & DoubleScramble, as well as providing feedback, and my friend Ari, who helped edit. In case the title and the last few sentences weren't clear enough, this story is going to explore what would happen if a DoubleKid found themselves being pulled into DoubleScramble timeline.

Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale, DoubleTale, or DoubleScramble

When I woke up that fateful morning, surrounded by golden petals and walls of stone, my eyes were assaulted by the deadly laser we call the sun. My body was sore all over, because apparently a...bed of flowers...was not a great place to sleep. Rather than acknowledge the veritable fustercluck of questions brewing in my head as I stood up, I gave myself a once over to make sure I wasn't bleeding or horrifically disfigured. The good news, I wasn't maimed by the fall I presumably took. The bad news, I was in my pajamas. After a few moments of groaning over starting whatever cliche, half-baked RPG adventure my sleeping mind had cooked up for me in instant ramen cup pajama bottoms, I was rudely interrupted by a white-bordered text box.

*Get a move on.

"Can't a girl admire her pajamas in peace?" I asked, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my dirt and grass-stained hoodie as I turned to venture further into the cavern.

Chapter One: Half-Baked Hero
"What kind of look is that? All the monsters down here, and you're really that terrified of me?"

*Go find a mirror if you want to gawk at yourself.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the flower bed tod-gagh!" I yelped as I tripped and face-planted into the dirt not seconds after standing up. Looking down at what little shit had the balls to trip me revealed…a shoddily made greatsword. The wavering, dull gold blade lacked any sharp edge, and had the same rune carved over and over up its length. The crossguard resembled a sunflower with a smiling moon in the center, and was full of rough edges that I'd managed to scrape my knuckles against while fucking around with it. Last time I ever bought convention junk.

*Smooth.

"Shut up, flavor text." I grumbled as I scooped up the sword, thankful that I was wearing my work boots...for some reason. What had I been doing before I woke up again? My thoughts seemed muddied and slow, which only made the strange sense of deja vu I was getting as I stepped into the lavender-hued entrance hall that much more frustrating. I was stirred from my thoughts by the sight of a glowing star hovering over a pile of leaves situated between the stairs up to the next room. Striding over to it, I instinctively reached a hand out to touch it, and felt all my fatigue and soreness be chased away by a strange heat that built up in my chest.

*The strange familiarity of the Ruins fills you with determination. HP fully restored.

The mention of HP caught my attention as I read my text box's strange message. On a hunch, I concentrated on pulling up some kind of menu or stats page...and actually got something to show up. It seemed my dream was going the extra mile this time, too, as the readout of my statistics didn't include utter nonsense. Lucid dreaming had been a weird experiment.

Marian

LV 1
HP 20/20

AT 2 (12) EXP: 0
DF 1 (4) NEXT: 10

WEAPON: Faux Tournesol
ARMOR: White Mage Hoodie

GOLD: 0

"...even in my dreams I'm broke…" I mumbled, sighing and shaking my head as I made my way further into the Ruins. Something began to feel off as I navigated the lavender-hued halls. Where had my mind gotten half of this crap? There were puzzles...that were already solved. There were piles of dust everywhere...that glimmered strangely in the light. A smashed up dummy, the occasional signs of struggle here and there, and the isolation I felt only added onto the pervasive sense that something wasn't right with this place. Eventually I came upon a small home at the end of the long & winding set of corridors, brushing against the glowing star in front of it before turning to head inside.

*The need to figure out what's going on fills you with determination. HP fully restored.

"Is my HP really being restored if I haven't lost any yet?" I nervously questioned my text box as I pushed through the already-opened door, glancing down the hallways as I stepped further inside.

*Shut up and keep moving, smartass.

"No fun at all, I swear…" I mumbled to myself, deciding to head down the left hallway. The living room probably would've felt cozy if there were people here to watch the old tube tv, or lounge around on the lumpy old couch. The lack of dust made me wonder if I wasn't alone in the house, but there was a nagging sense that I wouldn't be seeing the owner any time soon. I peeked my head into the tiny kitchen, noting the cold bowl of instant noodles sitting on the counter.

"Whoever was here must've had to leave in a hurry..."

*Who cares? Raid the fridge and get going,

"Fine, dick." I snapped, pulling open the fridge and staring inside it. It was mostly filled with energy drinks, soda, and low-effort foodstuffs. Just like back home. At my text box's insistence, I snagged one of the energy drinks and damn near jumped out of my skin as it disappeared into my inventory. Checking my inventory in the same way I'd managed to pull up my stats, I noticed I had three energy drinks. The sight of the extra drinks stirred up hazy memories of what I'd been doing before waking up. I recalled tugging my loosely tied boots on in the wee hours of the morning. The scent of gasoline hanging in the chilly air outside the shitty convenience store. Cans of fizzy caffeine sludge clinking against each other in the plastic bag as strolled through back alleys. The memories weren't quite as helpful as I would've liked, but it at least explained my outfit.

*Quit procrastinating.

I frowned and scooped up more of the energy drinks, filling my inventory before retracing my steps to the front door. I looked between the stairs leading down and the other hallway, trying to ignore the creeping dread.

*Down.

"Ahhh, shit…" I groaned, taking a few deep breaths to psyche myself up before heading down the creepy-ass, dark and foreboding staircase. I crept down the long corridor, shivering as I slowly turned the corner and stared at a proverbial smoking gun. A pile of bloody dust sat in front of a heavy-looking set of double doors, a torn-up set of purple and white robes buried in it. The sense of familiarity, the dread, and the gamey bullshit all clicked together as I stared intensely at the closest thing to a dead body I'd seen outside of video games. I was in Undertale. During a fucking Genocide route, at that.

*Took you long enough.

"...you aren't helping, text box…" I sourly replied, rubbing at the bags underneath my eyes as I took a few moments to process things. I was in Undertale, & I had my own Save File. There was a squinty, homicidal maniac on the loose...and I had a replica sword and a shit ton of healing items. My stats sucked, my gear was trash-tier, and I was in an RPG world with a clear bad guy/gal to take down. I felt the corners of my mouth slowly pull themselves into a dopey, excited grin as I stepped around the dust pile and made my way down the corridor that would lead out into the rest of the underground.

*Don't get too excited there. You still suck.

"So what? All RPG protags suck at level one." I shrugged, shouldering my cheap-ass weapon and idly scanning the treeline as snow began to crunch beneath my boots.

*And you're stuck there, in case you forgot what LV stands for in this game.

"...ahhh, shit...that's gonna be a problem. Undertale didn't have any stat boosting items, did it?" I asked, noting the strangely tall lamp as I traipsed down the path.

*Not unless murder counts as an item.

"Wellllll...there's still the chance to get better gear?" I ventured, my eyes widening as I heard a panicked scream from further ahead, grimacing as it cut off abruptly. Whatever my text box had to say went ignored as I sprinted into the clearing with the item box, skidding to a stop and kicking up a bit of snow as I stared at the final boss. The kid...looked a lot less like a kid than I would've thought. While I wasn't the tallest girl out there, they were still about on eye level with me, and I was a grown-ass adult...hobbies notwithstanding. They were busy tightening a dust-covered glove over their right hand when I burst onto the scene, and were now staring at me over their shoulder with a pair of bored-looking maroon eyes.

"...you aren't supposed to be here." Frisk stated with an air of certainty that could only come from a time looping demigod that treats wiping out an entire species like a speed run. I could physically feel their gaze on me, the weight of their killing intent enough to put me on edge.

"A-And you aren't supposed to be killing people, but...uhh...here we are…?" I clumsily fired back, not having to look to tell that my text box was less than pleased with my delivery.

"How I play the game is of no concern to you." They took a step forward, squaring their shoulders and narrowing their eyes as the atmosphere around us grew heavier, as if the whole world was being reduced to just this stretch of snow and trees.

"It is when you're killing innocent people." I snapped back, taking my shitty sword in both hands and tensing up as I saw Frisk do the same.

"Save your platitudes for someone who hasn't heard it all before!" Frisk cried out while closing the distance between us in a startlingly short span of time and burying their fist in my gut, knocking the wind out of me and taking a worrying chunk out of my HP. Before I could recover they followed it up with an uppercut that smashed my jaw back shut, before finishing with a snap kick that cracked a rib or two as it sent me tumbling a few yards away from them. A shaky glance at my HP confirmed what my torso and face were already telling me. 10/20. I did my best to ignore the agony my ribs were in as I climbed to my feet, using Tournesol to prop myself up while I spat blood and probably a few teeth out onto the snow.

"Y...Y-You hit like a bitch…" I taunted as Frisk sauntered closer, taking a few shaky steps towards them before taking a clumsy swing at their head, fully intent on wiping that malicious smirk off their face. The kid ducked my swing with ease and returned the favor with a quick jab that crushed my nose and sent me stumbling back a few more paces.

"And you don't hit at all, do you?" Frisk mocked, their eyes gleaming the same malevolent crimson as their soul as they lazily side stepped another awkward chop from my sword, before hopping back a few feet away as I followed up with a horizontal swing that nearly sent me stumbling. I let the admittedly heavy-ass sword rest tip first in the ground as I fished one of my energy drinks from my inventory and cracked it open one-handed. Frisk stared unblinking as I hastily chugged the hell sludge, feeling my nose set itself back into place while the cracks in my ribs sealed up.

My fingers twitched a little as I tossed the can aside and took up my sword in both hands again, nervously meeting Frisk's predatory gaze. My knuckles turned white as I gripped Tournesol tighter, rushing in and stumbling at the unexpected increase in my own speed and botching my attempted stab at their torso. The murderous freak allowed themselves a chuckle at my expense as they danced around my 'attack', before lashing out with a snap kick that forced my knee to bend at an angle it was very clearly not intended to as I cried out in agony. Before I could properly crumple to the ground, my throat became intimately familiar with the contours of Frisk's gloved fist as they crushed my windpipe like styrofoam, following through with their brutal right hook and sending me ass over tea kettle into the snow.

"Do us both a favor and don't bother coming back." They warned, the mirth in their eyes having been replaced by disdain as they watched me writhe on the ground. They turned and walked further into the woods while I continued to gasp for breath, black spots filling my vision as my HP dwindled. My panicked blue eyes desperately searched for something, anything that could save me as I clawed at my brutalized throat. The cold seeped into my bones as the pale blue soul hovering over my chest began to chip and crack, before finally shattering as my HP hit zero and darkness overtook me.

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