DoubleTale: Rewritten

by XWolf26

What if two humans were in the Underground at once? What if one human was DETERMINED to stop the other? What if they could both SAVE? What happens when an Unstoppable Force meets an Immovable Object? When a certain scientist pulls enough of himself together, he finally finds a way to stop the destruction of his world. (Undertale AU. Rewrite of DT.)

9. Chapter 9: A Man Unkillable

Totally forgot to mention before that CORE Frisk was made by dokudoki on Tumblr, if you didn't already know, and not me. Anyway have fun with the longest chapter I've ever typed! This chapter marks the end of the first arc of DoubleTale!

Thanks go to BadDRUMMERboy15, Konigstiger726, Wingah, Allagenda-domsizers-chan, Alrarora, Kingz T. Infinity, welcometodalolz, Fixer140.85, 10burgers, KZJester, DescendantYl2, and SomeRandomWeeb.

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It was certainly intriguing.

The remains of the Royal Guard stood ready, each of them pointing their weapons out to the albino wandering closer, not seeming to be paying much attention to them.

He'd acquired this strange control over the dark itself, but from where..?

"This is it, men!" Royal Guard 01 stood between Greater and Lesser Dog, Doggo standing behind him, the four blocking the entrance to Alphys's lab. "We're the last line of defense!"

It was as though he just wanted to hurt things... And the shadows made it happen.

"This human has taken a lot from us!" 01's hands clenched into tight fists. "Lets make him pay!"

Like those shadows were some manifestation of his desire to hurt. To kill. To share his LOVE with the whole world.

"Lets show him that us Monsters aren't gonna go down without a-!"

STAB.

01 slowly looked down, his shaking hands gradually reaching up towards the black spike that had fired from Anarchy's shadow and through his abdomen, lifting him into the air and pinning him to the wall above the entrance to Alphys's lab.

"G-guh..!" 01 coughed a pint of blood through his helmet, sending it plummeting down below, where it splattered to the ground. Crimson poured down his body from the gaping hole in his abdomen, dripping from his boots to the ground below.

Slowly, the Royal Guard managed to look to his side, seeing that Doggo had suffered the same fate, pinned right next to him, dusting and bleeding like the rest of Anarchy's victims.

Snarling, the remaining dogs rushed forward, Anarchy's arms swaying at his sides, his mouth hanging open thoughtlessly as he darted forward, ducking under Greater Dog's spear before swiping up with one limp arm, his crowbar sliding from his sleeve up into his hand in that same instant.

Blood and dust exploded up through the air, Anarchy's crowbar having cut through the dog monster as if he was made from butter, splattering the Anarchist with red, which was quickly turning to silver.

Anarchy spun, spinning around a stab and turning to face Lesser Dog in one motion. He quickly bent backwards to duck under a slash, before swinging his body back up like a hammer, arms swinging limp at his sides as his forehead bashed into Lesser Dog's shield, sending cracks splitting through it before it shattered to pieces, Lesser Dog stumbling back with eyes wide in shock.

Anarchy hunched forward before instantly closing the gap between them, his low hanging arm suddenly clenching it's fist and swinging upward, shattering up through Lesser Dog's abdomen and then skull, sending the dog instantly poofing into dust, which was thrown high into the air from the force of the uppercut.

"..." Anarchy stood up straight, tilting his head back and watching the dust slowly drift down over his body for a moment or two. He slid his crowbar back up his sleeve, before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

After another few seconds, he turned his head towards that lab door, sighing lightly and shifting his footing, beginning to walk towards the doorway. As he reached the metal, it fearfully slid out of his way, granting him passage into the abandoned laboratory.

"Well look who it is!"

Or, nearly abandoned.

"You've certainly made quite a name for yourself haven't you, you freaky little thing!" Mettaton's arms reached over his screen, clapping sarcastically as confetti rained down from above.

Saying nothing, Anarchy began to walk forward, making Mettaton lift one hand, waggling a finger at The Anarchist.

"Ah ah, I know you wanna get your pasty fingers on me!" Mettaton laughed, rolling slightly back and forth on his wheel. "But I think you'll find my metal body quite impenet-"

STAB.

Instantly, Mettaton's wheel slid out from under him, his body slumping back ever so slightly, his arms falling limp to his sides. Through his screen and out the back of it, Anarchy's shadow had launched, piercing through it and killing Mettaton in an instant, his robotic body still stuck on the physical embodiment of LOVE.

Anarchy's cold eyes followed the body as his shadow lifted it, before whipping to the side and throwing the metal corpse off of itself, sending Mettaton's body into the wall, which it clunked against, before falling and landing on it's side, one arm bent awkwardly under his body and the other hanging over the side, visible through the gaping hole in Mettaton's screen.

"... Idiot." Anarchy just shook his head, before continuing forward, his shadow slipping back under him.

Now, where was he before that buffoon interrupted him?

The next metal door cowardly opened in the same manner as the first for the Anarchist, who walked slouched, hands stuffed in his pockets and crowbar slid up his sleeve.

Anarchy had found himself in a sour mood since he felled The Heroine. Killing those five insignificant specks had done nothing for him.

He didn't feel like himself. He felt like...

How disgusting.

How Anthony despised when he came back. He wished he could disappear entirely. That Anarchy could keep puppeteering his corpse without him remembering.

Or that someone would kill them both.

And the disappointment that their survival brought had woken Anthony, at least partially. He wanted to disappear again. He wanted to go back to sleep. He didn't want to feel the weight of his actions anymore.

He didn't want to be awake in this nightmare anymore.

"It's him!"

"Run!"

There it was. The tug from chaos. The receding of his conscious. Sweet relief.

It was time to go back to sleep.

Their usually relaxed expressions riddled with terror, two volcans quickly attempted to scurry away, their oddly shaped bodies making escape difficult.

Anarchy smiled, bending at the knees before bursting off the ground at the two, rapidly closing the distance between himself and the terrified monsters as he threw his left arm out to the side, that crowbar slipping back into his grasp from his sleeve.

Just then, a whistling filled his ears, and his crimson eyes narrowed up at the sky, where he spotted a strange plane soaring over head, bombs plummeting through the air from the plane down towards him.

Anarchy stopped running, standing up straight and staring up at the bombs dropping rapidly through the sky down towards him.

BOOM.

The crashes echoed through the Underground, the red dirt of Hotland exploding up in plumes of smoke and dust just after the flames of the explosions had engulfed The Anarchist.

"Run!" The Tsundere Plane over head cried down to the two volcans. "He can't reach me up h-!"

The earth shattered apart. The dust exploded open at it's peak, and Anarchy launched high above Tsundere Plane, and air craft looked up with eyes wide in horror.

Everything seemed to pause for only a moment as her wide, horrified eyes locked with Anarchy's crimson peepers, which flashed with glee at his easy checkmate.

Everything sped back up, and Anarchy pulled that crowbar over his head, grasping it with both hands as he was dragged back by gravity from high in the air, swinging down and crashing through Tsundere Plane's face, shattering right through the metal and ripping it to shrapnel, sending her spiraling down towards the earth in a dusty tailspin.

He landed crouched, the ground cracking into a spiderweb of broken earth beneath him and Tsundere Plane exploding in a wave of heat and flames behind him, perfectly illuminating the wicked grin that had crept up his face.

Anarchy darted forward from the blaring light of the explosion, cocking back that crowbar as he raced towards the shocked volcans before him, who were paralyzed with fear, watching the Anarchist race closer with wide eyes.

Anarchy's eyes shinned a bright crimson as he closed the distance, preparing to swing forward when a wall of flames exploded up between him and the volcan, making him narrow his eyes and dig both feet into the dirt, skidding to a stop before the fire.

Anarchy jumped back as the flames died down, frowning as he watched the volcans scurry away before his cold eyes settled on the one who had gotten in his way.

"..." Grillby reached up, pushing up his glasses, the shadow in them covering his eyes. He stood right there, in Anarchy's path. He expressed no fear and no contempt.

But Anarchy did not speak. He just began to walk towards the fire elemental, who was silently rolling up his sleeves, the glare of his glasses covering his eyes.

Anarchy's shadow began to writhe and lift from the earth under him.

A circle of flames streamed to life around Grillby's feet, fire licking up into the air from his arms as he clenched his hands into fists.

No words needed to be spoken.

They would fight, and one would die.

Chapter 9: A Man Unkillable

"I've got a lot of answers."

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Anarchy's shadow fired from below him, racing across the way to Grillby, who did not flinch as the ring of fire around him blasted upwards, flaring brightly and making Anarchy wince and throw up an arm to defend his eyes. The burning light of the flames tore through his darkness, pushing his shadow back to the ground beneath his feet, the tendrils disintegrating around Grillby's pyro circle.

Anarchy frowned at this revelation, before throwing the arm he'd shielded his eyes with out to the side as Grillby's flames died down to a low roar, his crowbar sliding from his sleeve and into his grasp before he launched forward without a moment's hesitation.

Grillby's fiery body shifted around Anarchy, swaying at the last second to the side and avoiding a vicious slash from that crowbar.

As Anarchy landed and skidded to a stop, he quickly looked over his shoulder at Grillby, who had reformed, extending a single, open palm to The Anarchist.

A wave of blue made it's way over Grillby's body rapidly, reaching down his arm before firing out in an explosion of sapphire flames, washing over Anarchy instantaneously, the albino only having enough time to turn to face the flames before they covered his being.

Grillby jumped back in the next instant, Anarchy firing through the flames with his right fist cocked back, rage flaring in his eyes. The right shoulder of his shirt and his right sleeve had been burnt off, revealing the right half of his chest and his arm and shoulder, which all had multiple age old scars engraved in the flesh.

Grillby's head split into two flames, his glasses slipping back into his chest for a moment and his features disappearing as Anarchy's fist jabbed through the air where Grillby's head had been. And The Anarchist's eyes narrowed as Grillby reached up, grabbing him by the forearm with both scorching hands and planting his feet the moment that he landed on them, rapidly turning and throwing Anarchy over his shoulder, slamming him into the earth and sending cracks exploding through it.

Anarchy was quick to push himself up on his hands, swinging his legs and spinning on his palms, kicking at Grillby's legs, only for Grillby to jump back, throwing one hand up, Anarchy flipping up onto his hands and springing off of them from the ground where he was, where flames blasted from the earth a moment later.

Anarchy fired back from springing off the ground, kicking at Grillby, who once again side stepped his attack, turning around to face The Anarchist, who landed on his feet and one hand, skidding back from his own momentum.

The two locked eyes, each watching the other closely as Anarchy slowly stood to his full height, arms swaying slightly as his knuckles whitened around his crowbar.

Grillby clenched his hands into fists, his body shifting with heat and igniting in a bright blue flame.

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"Come on! Right this way!" Papyrus waved the two volcans towards the elevator entrance in which he stood, and they were quick to turn, running towards him and into the elevator.

Papyrus smiled with relief, stepping back into the elevator and closing the doors, punching in a series of numbers into a keypad just above the buttons for selecting floors. It looked as though a panel had been removed, which had revealed the keypad.

"Worry not, you two are safe with the Great Papyrus!" Papyrus smiled wide as he turned to the two volcans, who had collapsed against one another in the corner of the elevator, falling into an exhausted slumber.

Papyrus's confident smile faded to a more somber one, and he sighed softly, leaning his back against the metal wall of the elevator before slowly sliding down the metal as he reached into his pocket, retrieving his phone.

He clicked a few buttons on the touch screen, before holding the phone up to his not ear and waiting silently for only a few moments.

"Papyrus. Are you safe?"

"Well, yes," Papyrus' eyes glossed over to the sleeping volcans. "Grillby managed to save two volcans in just the nick of time. I'm on the elevator heading back down to the evacuation zone with them now. But, Grillby..."

"... It's alright, bro. We both knew he wouldn't be able to sit back and watch forever."

"..." Papyrus frowned, eyes narrowing at the floor of the elevator, which descended deeper into the earth.

"... And, how long do we intend to, brother?"

The phone was silent for seconds that felt like hours.

"... You did good saving those volcans. I'm sure they'll be glad to have somewhere safe to sleep tonight."

Click...

Papyrus sighed, letting his arm drop to his side and tilting his head back, staring up at the ceiling of the elevator.

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Anarchy ran low to the ground, arms swinging limp behind him as pillars of flame blasted into the earth just behind him, the agent of destruction barely outrunning the searing heat before jumping into the air, spinning and swinging one leg at Grillby's head, only for his flaming body to shift out of the way, Anarchy squinting his eyes in thought as he spun through, landing on his feet and jumping back away just as molten earth fired like a geyser from the earth where he'd once stood.

Anarchy landed on his feet, skidding back as his shadow lifted from his feet, reaching up behind him and forming an overhang over his head, blocking the droplets of lava from striking their master.

So... Fire body is too mobile to get a clean hit on. Anarchy analyzed as he watched Grillby, who stood with his hands in his pockets, flames rising from the ledge behind him, spiraling up in twisting torrents of fury. But, he's dodging, which means if I do hit him...

Anarchy smiled at the thought, his shadow sinking back to its 2D state under his feet as he held his crowbar out to his side.

*Aim for his body. All fire burns from something. He must have some type of core to protect.

Anarchy fired off the earth, launching at Grillby and closing the distance rapidly, Grillby's flaming spirals launching at The Anarchist, who suddenly spun himself life a drill, maneuvering between the attacks and at Grillby, who was quick to jump back, unable to gauge where the attack would becoming from with Anarchy's rapid spinning.

Anarchy's fist launched from his spiraling, his body straightening out as he slammed his knuckles into Grillby's cheeks, the fire elemental's eyes widening and his glasses cracking before he was launched over the edge and sent plummeting into the lava, his body smoldering and flame dwindling from just one punch.

Anarchy skidded to a stop, pulling his smoldering fist back to himself and narrowing his eyes down at the lava below, before his eyes widened and he stepped back, two whips of white hot flames firing up from the magma and latching onto the ceiling above.

In the next instant, Grillby yanked himself from the lava and into the air above Anarchy, body alight in the same scorching, white hot flames, rage burning in his eyes as he let go of the whips he held onto, opening both palms down to the Anarchist.

"Burn."

A simple command from a man of few words just before that scorching white light exploded from his palms in two beams of heat, racing down to Anarchy before he had time to escape, his ruby eyes and his sharp toothed grin widening just before he was engulfed in Grillby's Hellfire.

Grillby's body boiled with fury as he floated there in the sky above Anarchy, his jaw clenching with exertion as the white slowly faded from him, his flames dimming to blue and then to orange, and eventually to a dim red as his Hellfire attack dimmed and flickered, before it went out, and Grillby fell back to the earth, stumbling and struggling to remain on his feet before the sea of smoke and steam he'd scorched Anarchy in.

Grillby's eyes struggled to stay open as he looked into the smoke, his chest heaving for breath as his head fell forward once more, his neck unable to support it's weight in his exhaustion.

"Hah... Hah..."

Footsteps.

Grillby managed to lift his head, looking into the smoke with narrowed eyes.

Anarchy's now bare right foot stepped through the smoke, his shoe and his pant leg up to his knee seeming to have been scorched away.

The Anarchist pushed into Grillby's line of vision. He was hunched over, his clothes in tatters. His shirt was entirely burnt away, revealing skin that ranged from a deep red to a bleeding, bubbling black flesh-tar. Both of his shoes had been destroyed, and the bottoms of his feet were coated in the molten rubber, which left black gunk sticking to the earth with each step.

But the most disturbing of Anarchy's injuries of was not his bubbling flesh or his rubber-fused feet. No, it was the fact that the left side of his face had been nearly completely destroyed. His flesh was melted and bleeding, left as a bleeding black mass that one could see parts of his skull through. All that had survived was his left eye, which gleamed red, his half skeletal mouth still curved up in a grin.

"... You..." Grillby managed to say through his huffing and panting. His body felt cold.

Crimson steam ran from Anarchy's molten body, what remained of his flesh gradually healing and resealing as DETERMINED flames flickered to life across his torched flesh.

"... Are you immortal..?"

A jolt.

Grillby's eyes widened, his jaw dropping as he lurched forward, causing his glasses to fall from his face, shattering on the earth below.

Slowly, Grillby's vision focused in on Anarchy's forearm piercing through his chest. His body flickered and withered, flame becoming a sickly black smoke as he slowly raised his head to look Anarchy in the eye.

Anarchy's arm jutted from Grillby's back, and in it, it held a molten core. The core scorched his fingers, but Anarchy didn't seem to mind, that red mist rising from his flesh and healing it just as quickly as it was melted away.

The Anarchist frowned as he stared deep into Grillby's lightless eyes with his own crimson ones. His face had been entirely healed, and yet his left eye still produced that red mist. He was devoid of any of his previous sadistic nature, now expressing only DETERMINATION.

"Until I drag the Angel from Heaven and into the Hell that he deserves..." Anarchy's jaw clenched, his fingers tightening on Grillby's molten core. Cracks split the softball sized stone, just before it shattered to pieces, Grillby's final breath hitching in his throat.

"I cannot die."

Grillby flickered out in the next instant, body disappearing to a waiter's smoldering clothing, leaving Anarchy standing there, staring into his own outstretched hand, the palm of which was burnt to the bone, though muscle and skin quickly wrapped back over the singed ivory.

Anarchy let his arm drop back to his side, and the crimson mist disappeared from his eye. His clothes still in tatters, he didn't seem to pay it any mind, only turning to face the one and only direction he moved in, his crowbar swinging at his side in his loose grip.

*Forward.

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Papyrus smiled to himself as he watched the volcans run off to meet three other volcans, the family looking very relieved to see each other.

The tall skeleton then turned away from the family, walking from the elevator and through the large, open room. It was about the size of a football field, and had multiple tents with different symbols for things like food or medical treatment. Not like the latter was necessary, every monster that Anarchy touched died. Their frail body's simply could not handle his desire to hurt. Malice was sewn into the Anarchist's very being, and LOVE bent to his will and his will alone.

As Papyrus walked, he came up on a shorter skeleton in a blue hoodie. Sans' back was to his brother, and he held a phone up to his ear, his free hand placed atop his head.

"What do you mean Alphys is gone?! Where the hell did she go?!" Sans paced back and forth, his skeletal eyes somehow looking exhausted, hand gripping the phone tightly. "People don't just disappear from the evacuation zone! Keep looking!"

Sans hung up the phone, closing his sockets and rubbing his skull as Papyrus stood behind him, arching a concerned brow and slowly reaching a hand out to his brother.

"Uhm... Brother?"

Sans jumped slightly from Papyrus' touch, before he quickly spun around to face his brother, grinning wide and shaking off all previous stress.

"Heya bro. Glad to see ya made it back." Sans winked an eye shut as he looked up at his taller sibling. "It would have been pretty rattling if-"

"Sans." Papyrus reached out, placing a hand on Sans' shoulder and cutting him off. Sans' feigned laid back nature faltered some, and he arched a brow, tilting his head to the side.

"You have been working for a very long time." Papyrus smiled lightly, though concern flashed clear in his eyes. "I think it might be time that you take a break."

"..." Sans just stared up at Papyrus in confusion, before closing his eyes and letting out a 'heh'.

"You're a funny guy, Papyrus." Sans shook his head. "Always telling me to work harder and stop slackin' when we're preparing for a human, and now that one's shown up, you're tellin' me to take it easy... Heh..."

"..." Papyrus frowned at that, watching as Sans lowered his head, eyes narrowing and grin shrinking, those white dot pupils staring at the cement floor.

"... Maybe you were right all along." Papyrus finally spoke, Sans pupils disappearing at the sound of his words. "Maybe we shouldn't have... Maybe we shouldn't have bo-"

Sans stepped forward, leaning forward and resting his head on Papyrus' chest, making the tall skeleton's eyebrows raise in surprise.

"... Don't say it, Paps. You... Really shouldn't talk like that." Was all Sans could say, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"..." Papyrus slowly reached up, wrapping his arms around Sans and closing his eyes, trying to forget the world for just a moment. "... We all did our best, didn't we, Sans..?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, we did." Sans agreed, not lifting his head as he gradually rose his arms to return his brother's hug.

"... Then why did we lose..?"

"..."

Sans couldn't answer.

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Anarchy walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets up the steps to the glass doors of MTT Hotel. It seemed that he had hit a Save Point at some point, as his clothes had been fixed from their nearly obliterated state.

His shadow fell over the glass like a dark cloud before he gripped the handles, pulling the doors apart and letting in a gust of wind. It was as if nature itself was trying to warn any living creatures inside of his arrival.

But Anarchy didn't waste a moment's thought on the wind. Not on the wind or the hotel or the ridiculous fountain of some vaguely familiar robot. Perhaps someone he'd killed? They must not have been very significant, as he didn't remember them.

No, at the moment, Anarchy was entirely focused on the little grey scale child that stood before him, staring up at him with eyes that lead to a void of nothingness. Entirely black.

Anarchy smiled at the little ghost that was CORE Frisk then, dropping his arm to his side and letting his crowbar slip into his grasp.

"... Hello." C Frisk eventually spoke, staring up at Anarchy's face with a calm expression.

The Anarchist's features were entirely coated in shadow. The only thing visible were those piercing red eyes, which inspected C Frisk. After a moment of contemplation, Anarchy suddenly swung with that crowbar, and C Frisk's hands clenched into fists, their body unflinching as that Crowbar phased right through their projection, unable to harm them.

"... Thought so." Chaos incarnate spoke, calmly raising his arm and letting his crowbar fall back into his sleeve.

"Well, now that you see you cannot harm me, would you like to talk?" C Frisk smiled sweetly, and Anarchy's ruby eyes blinked at them once or twice, before he looked up and away from them, his features remaining shadowed as he stepped right through C Frisk, continuing onward.

"H-hey!" C Frisk spun around, speed walking on their tiny legs after Anarchy, who paid them no mind. "Hold up a second!"

"If I can't kill you then I can't waste time on you." Anarchy did not turn around to face the monochromatic child, continuing to walk forward, C Frisk racing after him.

"Would it be worth your time if I said I could tell you where you are?"

Anarchy stopped walking abruptly, startling C Frisk, who accidentally walked right through him.

Frisk quickly shook their head, before spinning around on their heel to face Anarchy, placing their hands on their hips and looking up at him impatiently, tapping their tiny foot.

But, when they looked upon Anarchy's shadow dripped face, they momentarily felt their breath hitch in their throat, their impatient expression fading to one of minor unease, a sweat drop rolling down the back of their head.

Anarchy's eyes glowed an eerie crimson in the dark, the rest of his face encased in an inky black as he knelt down, a sharp toothed grin tearing up his face, a white contrast to the dark tones of the rest of his expression.

"Go on."

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"T-there you go... It's okay..." Alphys smiled weakly, petting Endogeny, who's loosely held together body leaned against her shoulder.

The two were sat against a wall on some dark stage deep in The Core. At the center of the floor, the letters MTT were engraved.

"You're sad, right, buddy..?" Alphys looked into the void that was Endogeny's face, and the dog amalgamation responded by nuzzling up to her, making her sigh as she pet it's gooey body.

"..." Her eyes drifted up across the room, where Lemon Bread gnashed their teeth, twitchy eyes winking and wincing and blinking as they sauntered back and forth.

"... You wanna avenge them all, don't you?"

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"So... Undertale, huh?" Anarchy leaned back in his chair in the restaurant of MTT Resort, cocking a brow across the table at C Frisk.

"And somebody brought me here to save the world? Probably really kickin' themselves over that one." Anarchy chuckled at that, putting his feet up on the table and his hands behind his head.

"Anarchy..." C Frisk frowned lightly, looking around Anarchy's feet to him. "Why are you doing this..?"

Anarchy frowned at that, arching a brow at C Frisk.

"What I mean is, that you have so much power and potential right at your finger tips." C Frisk clasped their hands together, resting them on the table. "Don't you think you would be happier if you made some friends? Did the right thing?"

"The right thing?" Anarchy repeated with curiosity, taking his feet from the table and quickly leaning forward, C Frisk jumping as he slammed his arms down on the table, a loud bang crashing through the quiet restaurant. "You're a funny lil' ghosty, aren'tcha?"

"I used to think a lot like you, y'know!" Anarchy reached across the table, booping C Frisk's nose, even though his finger phased right through. "Used to be cute like you too!"

"Well, as cute as albino can be, I s'pos." Anarchy shrugged with one arm as he leaned back, smirking and shaking his head as he closed his eyes. "Which, according to the kids that beat the shit outta me routinely, ain't very cute at all!"

"Back then, sweet little Anthony didn't think it was because he looked wrong, though." Anarchy shook his head. "He just wasn't being nice enough, he thought! If he just tried a little harder, they'd be his friends! He was sure of it!"

If he just tried a little harder," Anarchy threw his hand up into the air, that crowbar launching up from his sleeve and into his hand, before he swung down, crashing said crowbar through the wood table and making C Frisk let out an 'Eep!', splinters flinging through the air. "Maybe mommy would stop beating him with this very crowbar!"

Anarchy's grin faded with the manic joy from his eyes, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

He stared directly into the void of Frisk's eyes with his emotionless, sociopathic gaze, frowning.

Frisk felt a deep unease in Anarchy's lightless, blood colored eyes. They fidgeted, and they considered looking away. But they could not, if only for fear of what those eyes would see in them if they did.

"... And then sweet little Anthony began to think of horrible things." Though his eyes remained utterly lifeless, Anarchy's lips gradually began to curve upwards. His voice was low, so quiet that C Frisk had to listen for every word.

"Over the years, he'd grown from that small, weak little boy. All the labor he'd put in trying in vain to get the world to give him a chance and the onset of puberty had made him very strong. And though he still desperately desired to be good, to put this new strength to a helpful use..." Psychosis crept subtly back into The Anarchist's eyes as he smiled at Frisk. A warm, inviting smile.

"... A voice in his head had begun calling out to him. whispering beautifully grotesque words of vengeance, hatred, chaos..." Anarchy closed his eyes, smiling wide and happily as he tilted his head to the side.

"... Anarchy."

Frisk's eyes glossed around the room skeptically. The shadows around their table had begun to quite literally writhe and slither, eager to consume the light of the single candle between them and The Anarchist.

"But sweet Anthony, what a hero he was! He rejected me for so long, even as I prodded at his mind every second of every day!" Anarchy leaned back in his chair, suddenly energetic and expressive once more.

"Until one day, deep in the dark that he was oh so terrified of, beaten and broken by the woman meant to care for and love him when no one else would..." Anarchy slowly reached up, and C Frisk grimaced, eyes darting to his fingers, which loomed over the weak light of the candle. Of their only safety from the hissing shadows that so hungrily snapped their jaws just outside Frisk's line of vision.

"... Sweet, perfect, pure little Anthony came to a conclusion." Anarchy smiled, and his fingers pinched the dim flame of the candle, which let out a pathetic hiss as it was crushed in darkness' grasp.

C Frisk felt their heart race. They were in the pitch black darkness now. The only thing visible were those crimson eyes that bore holes in their omnipresent being.

"His parents were both crazy. His mother beat her only child within an inch of his life and locked him in the scary basement time and time again. His father was a serial killer, for Christ's sake!"

All Frisk could see were those eyes. Whatever Anarchy might be expressing through body language, they could not make out.

"Genetically, he was BORN to be ME. And everyone knew. That must be why they pushed him so. They just wanted him to reach out and take his destiny! Surely, by slaughtering them all, by becoming chaos incarnate, by destroying all in his path, he would be doing what everyone had always wanted of him!"

C Frisk gulped.

"How could I ever be nice and friendly, my dear ghosty?"

Fear struck C Frisk like a bullet. Their entire non existent body froze as they felt Anarchy reach across the table, and gently take their hand.

Touch them.

He... He shouldn't be able to do that.

If he can touch them, then..! T-then he can kill-!

"WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD WANTED ME TO BE LIKE THIS?!"

Frisk screamed.

Flash.

They gasped for breath, dropping to their hands and knees as they once again stood in the dim lit lobby of MTT Resort, the darkness and those glowing red eyes having disappeared all at once.

"W-... What..?" C Frisk gripped their chest, slowly lifting their other hand to look at it, their vision shaky and their heart racing.

"Just a nightmare, lil' ghosty." Anarchy grinned lightly, kneeling down in front of C Frisk, who looked up at him fearfully.

"See?" Anarchy reached out, going to pat Frisk, only for his hand to phase right through. "Not real."

"What..? But, you... How did..?" Frisk looked around themself, trying desperately to make sense of things.

"Just like everyone else." Anarchy smirked lightly, those crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "You're so terrified of me that you lose your grip on reality. You think I'm going to hurt you even though it's not even possible."

Frisk just looked to their own hands, before running them through their hair, their eyes drifting to the floor.

"So, now that I've answered your question, I'd like for you to answer mine." Anarchy frowned then, and Frisk slowly looked up, once more into his intense stare. "You said there are twenty other kids from my world here?"

"... Y-yes..." Frisk managed to speak, nodding slowly.

"Then tell me..." Anarchy opened his eyes wide, jaw clenching in a snarl as fury flared in his eyes.

"Where's Angel?"

"An... Gel..?" Frisk repeated with heavy confusion, making Anarchy stand, irritation creeping further into his expression.

"Yeah, Angel! The Hacker!" Anarchy threw his arms into the air with frustration. "Don't tell me he ain't somewhere in this multiverse joint, I know he is! Can feel it in my crowbar!"

"Hacker..? You mean Cter?" Frisk slowly climbed to their feet, cocking a brow at Anarchy.

"What kinna dumbass fake name is Cter?!" Anarchy exclaimed, making C Frisk jump. "Is that really what that asshole's callin' himself these days?!"

C Frisk watched as Anarchy grumbled, stomped around, and shook his head for a moment or two, before he paused, one hand over his face.

Slowly, his frown curved up into a smile, and his hand slipped down off from his face. He turned his head towards C Frisk, grinning wide.

"Thanks for your time." Anarchy spoke, before beginning to walk toward, stepping right by C Frisk. "You've given me a lot of options to consider."

Frisk's tiny hands clenched into fists. This had been the exact opposite of what they'd came here to do.

But...

They turned around, watching Anarchy walk away, before the albino stopped, and he looked over his shoulder.

"Oh, and, Frisk?"

"Yes..?"

"This conversation never happened."

Could a creature like this... Like him... Really be reasoned with..?

---

"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you!"

Smile clear on his face, Anarchy sang his way through the dark core. Crooked on his head, he wore some unfortunate Madjick's hat, and in his hand he twirled some Knight Knight's morning star.

As a Final Froggit jumped out before the Anarchist, he broke into a short tap dancing routine, before spinning, jumping into the air, and throwing that morning star, sending it flinging through the air and directly into Final Froggit's skull, dusting him instantly.

"For all my liiiiiife~!" Anarchy landed on one foot, pirouetting through the dust before leaping with one leg extended forward and the other back, his hands still pointing up into the air.

He landed with another twirl, hitting a Save Point with his foot before turning to the metal door before him. He promptly cocked back his head, smiling and humming as he rapidly headbutted the door, denting the metal over and over before the door finally exploded off it's hinges, flinging out onto the stage before him. It seemed that knowing that his target was in this world where he reigned supreme with super human powers had put him in a significantly better mood.

But that name! As if that moron didn't jump between identities enough, now he's telling this new world that he's Cter?

"... Hey." Alphys spoke as Anarchy entered the room. She looked... Tired. Her mouth was created down in a frown, and large bags formed under her eyes.

Anarchy paused as he happened upon the yellow, reptilian monster. Normally, such a meek and pathetic presence wouldn't have awoken him from thinking of Angel of all people, but, when he stared into those tired, lifeless eyes. When he saw the lightless, deep green of her irises, and the bags under her sockets that came with late night after late night...

"You always wanna pull all nighters, Angel! Don't you ever sleep?"

"Sleep is for the weak, Anny."

Anarchy's jaw clenched, memories long blocked out resurfacing in his mind.

"So... This is you. The 'human' that's been... Well. You know what you've done. I don't have to repeat it to you." Alphys blinked her cold eyes. Funny that now, before this terrifying angel of death, she would feel steady and confident in each word she spoke.

"Anthony... What did you do?"

"Anthony's gone. And Anarchy does not. Remember you."

His fangs bared, Anarchy's eyes went wide, his pupils shrinking. Goose bumps ran along his skin, and his mane of white hair began to stand on end.

"... Do you remember them?" Alphys asked, tilting her head to the side. "Any of the people you've killed? Do you feel any regret at all?"

"... Anthony..?"

"Hacker, I already told you not to-"

"Do you ever feel bad about it..? Do you ever just lay down and think about all the mistakes you've made? Just... Sit around and kick yourself for the people you've left behind and let down and stabbed in the back and-... Sorry. I'm, probably barking up the wrong tree here."

"... Go to bed, Angel."

Anarchy snarled, yanking back his arm and causing his crowbar to fling back from his sleeve and into his grasp, before he threw his arm forward, sending his crowbar sailing across the room at Alphys.

But just before the cruel steel reached it's next victim, the ground at her feet burst up in a strange white goop, which quickly took form before her, that crowbar splatting directly into the strange being's chest.

Anarchy's eyes narrowed, watching as Lemon Bread took its form before him, looking over its shoulder and watching as Alphys took a step back through the doorway at the other side of the room.

Alphys smiled a remorseless, depraved smile as she lifted some kind of remote, pushing a button on it and waving at Anarchy, just before steel doors slammed shut in front of her and behind Anarchy, trapping him in the room with the horrific creature before him.

Amalgam Remix by Kamex and Retrospecter began playing.

Anarchy snarled at Lemon Bread, who snarled right back, the two vicious animals preparing to square off when Endogeny lunged from the darkness behind Anarchy, latching onto his back and sinking the claws of its six paws into Anarchy, its hole where a face should be spiking with fangs before it viciously tore into Anarchy's shoulder.

Anarchy roared with anger, reaching over his shoulders and grabbing Endogeny, tearing the beast from his back and throwing it at a wall, which it slammed against, denting the metal and slipping to the ground, losing its form in its own mush, gradually squeezing back to its regular form.

Tears in his shirt and blood now running from multiple cuts in his back and the bite mark that tore through his shoulder, Anarchy cocked back one fist, Lemon Bread gnashing it's enormous teeth as it slid across the floor towards him.

Anarchy threw his fist forward, sending it slamming directly into Lemon Bread's face, stopping the amalgamate dead in its tracks and making a shock wave reverberate through it's only semi-solid body before it blasted back through the air, Anarchy's crowbar falling from it's chest and clanging to the ground at Anarchy's feet, Lemon Bread slammed into the steel doors at the other side of the room and splattered apart across the wall.

Anarchy stomped down on one end of the crowbar, making it fling up into the air, which he snatched it from just as Endogeny lunged at him once more. He swung his crowbar viciously, smashing it into the side of Endogeny's head and throwing the canine creature across the room, slamming into the wall opposite to where Lemon Bread was reforming, it's upper body exploding to puddles before it's writhing mass began to slid back towards it's core to reform.

Anarchy's jaw clenched, his head turning from side to side to look between Endogeny and Lemon Bread, who both let out sickening, guttural noises and groans as their blobs amassed, their sights set on the Anarchist.

What the fuck are these things? Anarchy's eyes narrowed, his knuckles whitening from how tightly he was gripping his crowbar.

Anarchy jumped into the air as the amalgamates lunged at him once more, looking down to see Endogeny and Lemon Bread collide, their body's twisting together and swirling up at him, their jaws snapping together viciously.

Anarchy grabbed onto an inactive stage light, of which there were many on the ceiling, his other arm dangling with his legs as he stared down at the amorphous mass of primal rage that stretched into the air, swaying and dripping it's white body all over the floor as it reached up towards Anarchy.

The Anarchist growled, letting go of the stage light and plummeting down towards the amalgamates as he yanked his crowbar above his head with both hands.

He dropped right down towards the massive maw of the beast, swinging down and smashing directly through the amalgamate's face, it's body puffing quickly out to the sides before popping like a balloon around Anarchy's assault, white goop exploding outwards and splattering all along the walls around Anarchy, who was knelt in the very center of the stage, glancing between the walls of already writhing flesh with narrowed eyes.

Chunks of white flung from the walls to one place, swirling together into one amorphous blob before one of Lemon Bread's arms broke free from the mass, claws digging into the ground and dragging Lemon Bread's forming body towards Anarchy.

"Be honest with me, candy corn teeth." Anarchy stood, holding his crowbar out to the side as he began walking towards the forming Lemon Bread.

Lemon Bread looked up to Anarchy, snarling with rage as it's body reformed more slowly than before, wrath flaring in it's eyes as it watched Anarchy lift that crowbar over his head.

"How many times am I gonna have to kill you before you stay dead?"

Anarchy swung down maliciously with that cruel object, a splat resounding as Lemon Bread was once more returned to a writhing puddle.

Anarchy brought his crowbar back up above his head to strike the writhing ball that was a reforming Lemon Bread, pain tore through his back, which arched in surprise and agony.

He looked over his shoulder, finding several large dog fang like objects stabbing into his back, tearing through his shirt and staining it red with his blood, which was slowly oozing from the wounds.

Snarling, The Anarchist turned to face Endogeny, who leaned back, straightening it's two front paws out in front of it and growling, preparing to lunge for another strike.

"COME ON!" Anarchy threw his arms out to the side, manic rage flaring in his eyes before Endogeny lunged at him, and Anarchy yanked back his fist, throwing it forward and right into the void of teeth in Endogeny's head, his grin only widening in masochistic glee as his blood spewed from Endogeny's lack of a face.

In the next instant, Anarchy clenched his fist inside Endogeny, and shadow exploded from the dog like beast, tearing it's fragile form to shreds and splattering it along the walls.

Anarchy panted lightly, looking to his shredded and bloodied arm. His blood splattered to the ground, and the sleeve of his shirt had been destroyed.

Suddenly, Anarchy's eyes darted over his shoulder, Lemon Bread exploding back into it's form behind him and looming over him, opening it's maw wide.

He spun around, swinging his shredded fist at the beast's face, only for that arm to be caught by the wrist in one of Lemon Bread's large claws, Anarchy's ripped up muscles not being able to overpower the lemon scented abomination's powerful arms.

Lemon Bread was quick to grab Anarchy's other arm, lurching forward and sinking it's huge maw into Anarchy's shoulder, the Anarchist roaring in pain as he was shoved back, Lemon Bread gnawing on his shoulder and a good portion of his chest while it slammed him into one of the walls of the room.

Anarchy roared with exertion, and red began to steam from his wounded arm and back just before he threw up one leg, kicking up directly into Lemon Bread's chin and making it throw it's head back, taking a chunk of Anarchy's flesh with it and making crimson fly up high enough to hit the rafters above.

Anarchy cocked back one fist, continuing to roar at he top of his lungs as he threw his fist forward into Lemon Bread's face, firing the beast downward and sending it slamming onto it's back, a shock wave exploding through the room and a crater blasting to life under Lemon Bread's writhing body.

Anarchy continued to scream with rage, DETERMINED red smoking off of his body as he cocked back punch after punch, continuously smashing Lemon Bread's reforming body, shock wave after shock wave rocking the very Underground with each strike.

Lethal blow after lethal blow devastated Lemon Bread's writhing mass, time and time again, until Lemon Bread's mass no longer writhed. Until the DETERMINATION thrust upon these many souls in one was beaten back out of them, and their horrific body crumbled to ash.

Panting, Anarchy stood, dusting white slop splattered up his cheek, making a line just under his cold, crimson eye. The music stopped.

Looking from the pile of dust that was his resilient victim, his lifeless eyes rested upon the now reformed Endogeny, who growled and whimpered at once, not daring approach the Anarchist.

"... It's scary now, isn't it?" Anarchy's eyes narrowed, his crowbar sliding from his one remaining sleeve. Ruby red steam floating from his skin, he began stepping towards the many frightened dogs in one. "Now that you understand you can die."

Endogeny barked once in a futile warning, but Anarchy continued to walk forward undeterred.

"Now that you're here, trapped by the one who was supposed to take care of you. Alone in the dark with a monster the likes of which you've never seen." Anarchy frowned, his knuckles whitening as his grip tightened on that crowbar.

"And as you lay quivering, beaten, bloody... A voice speaks from deep inside you." Anarchy's hair shadowed his eyes, and he almost smirked. "I don't want to die."

Endogeny began taking slow steps back as Anarchy took slow steps forward. Around the two, the shadows writhed and cheered, eager for a blood bath.

"You want to make her proud, don't you? The woman who made you a monster?" Anarchy tilted his head to the side, and his hair moved, the shadows revealing his left eye. This eye glowed a dim red light in the dark, the very dark which somehow seemed to be radiating from the eye's edges, a terrifying blackness smoking gently into the wretched air of the room. "You and I really are so alike."

*Put on a show for mommy, won't you? My sweet, sweet child...

Endogeny turned it's head to look to the crowbar Anarchy held out to the side.

Anything for you, mother dearest.

---

A thud.

A bang.

A crash.

And finally...

The door from the stage was blasted open, Endogeny's dusting body riding the metal down the hallway and slamming into the wall as the hallway made a sharp turn, the metal doors crumbled around what was left of Endogeny's body.

Anarchy didn't bat an eye as he walked from the stage, only dust remaining of his foe by the time he'd walked to the crumpled door, where he turned thoughtlessly down the hallway, making his way to the elevator at it's end.

Anarchy stopped before the elevator, and for a moment or two, he was entirely still. Lost in a trance, he could feel something. Deep below. Breathing. Shivering. Cowering.

Without a word, he stepped forward, reaching out with pale fingers and gripping where the two doors met and taking grip on the small crack between the two. His muscles strained, his jaws clenching as slowly but surely the doors budged, and he parted them, pushing each back into their respective wall and looking into the dark elevator shaft before him.

Anarchy took a step forward, looking down into the depths below him with a blank expression.

It itched.

Without hesitation, the Anarchist stepped forward onto nothing, hands in his pockets as he instantly plummeted into the dark.

---

"Alphys what on Earth were you thinking going up there?!" Papyrus exclaimed, Alphys not so much as looking up to make eye contact. "You're far too important! You can't be taking risks like that!"

Alphys didn't speak. Her eyes just narrowed at the ground. All she could do is wait now.

"Alphys? Alphys are you even listening?"

The amalgamates are unkillable. They're vicious, and they're DETERMINED. There's no way that this human will be able to-

And then it happened.

Everyone's eyes all darted to the elevator at once, a crash rocking the underground. In one vicious blast of dust, the entire bottom of the elevator shaft had exploded apart, metal shards flinging into the evacuation zone.

Preemptive Strike from Goblin Slayer began playing.

"N-no, it... It can't be..." Papyrus's eyes were wide, and he took a step back, watching that cloud of dust that carried death and devastation deep within it's belly.

Sans could only watch just like the rest of the monsters, fixated on the swirling cloud of smoke with pupiless sockets.

Alphys slowly turned to face the cloud of doom, her jaw clenching and her eyes narrowing, a cold sweat making it's way down her scales.

They could all feel it, every single monster at once.

The room was entirely silent. They all held their breath.

Footsteps echoed. The smoke shifted.

Yes, as those piercing crimson eyes peered from the dark and into each and every monster soul that remainedo n this unforgiving earth, they could all feel it. The creeping sickness that Anarchy carried. His desire to hurt them. To destroy them. It made their hopeful, loving souls ache with its darkness.

Crowbar in hand, frown on his face, eyes cold and lifeless, Anarchy walked into the open, and he stopped.

Directly across from him, about thirty feet away, Papyrus Sans and Alphys stood, Alphys between the two skeletons.

Face expressionless, Anarchy lifted his free hand, and Alphys' heart stopped in her chest as he pointed at her, his eyes locking with hers in that single moment.

His shadow launched from the earth beneath him at lightning speed.

Blood flew through the air.

Papyrus looked to his side as everything moved in slow motion, sockets wide in terror as he saw Alphys drop to her knees, mouth hanging open and blood dripping down her chin, dust flaking from her body. Anarchy's shadow had sliced through her abdomen and out from her back as if she was made from butter.

Everything sped back up as Alphys disappeared to ash, Sans and Papyrus locking eyes, both looking up from her remains.

"Bro, now!" Sans called out, breaking the deafening silence, urgency burning in his eyes.

Papyrus nodded quickly, dropping to one knee and slamming his hands onto the ground, which instantly began to rumble.

Screams began to explode through the crowd, monsters turning and running for their lives, even though they no longer had anywhere to hide.

Anarchy paid them no mind, simply raising the arm to the sky and opening his palm. In the next instant, his shadow reached up his sleeve and exploded up into the sky, branching into hundreds of different points, which each fired down with lethal precision, monster after monster after monster being stabbed through the heart and falling to dust in mere milliseconds.

And through the utter genocide of this attack, Anarchy continued to stare forward at the two skeletons, even as enormous bones rumbled from the earth, forming a large oval of an arena around the skeletons and the Anarchist, the bones reaching up to the ceiling of the evacuation center and blocking off the shadow points from exterminating any of the few remaining monsters.

"..." Anarchy let his arm drop back to his side, before beginning to walk across the long arena towards the two poor monsters trapped in there with him.

"You ready, Papyrus?" Sans looked to Papyrus, his left eye igniting in blue. "This one's for all the marbles."

Papyrus nodded once as he looked back to his brother, his scarf blowing heroically in the wind as his right eye ignited in orange.

The two both looked back to Anarchy, who smiled as he made his way towards them, crimson streams of DETERMINATION already beginning to steam off of him.

The song switched to Main Theme from Goblin Slayer.

Sans threw his arm out to the side, and a Gaster Blaster appeared over his right shoulder and Papyrus's left, their maws lighting up with searing energy before screaming free, racing through the air to meet Anarchy.

Dust exploded through the air, Anarchy not moving at all as the beams exploded against him, the two skeletons squinting into the plume of smoke.

The smoke exploded open in the next instant, Anarchy firing from it and grinning wide as he cocked back that crowbar across his chest, launching right at Sans.

But just as Anarchy swung that crowbar, the force of his malice was met with the resilience of Papyrus's kindness, the taller skeleton stepping between the Anarchist and his brother and holding up a staff of bone, which Anarchy's crowbar smashed against, a shock wave of force exploding out around the two, dust being kicked up around their feet as their narrowed eyes locked.

Anarchy back flipped away from Papyrus, and just before his feet hit the ground, a ping resounded, and he only had a moment to look to the now blue soul on his chest before he was thrown face down into the concrete floor, bouncing up on his face, blood flinging in droplets from his nose and lip.

Anarchy was quick to push himself up onto his hands and knees, looking up and grinning at Sans, who held out one hand, grinning in return.

Sensing the earth beneath him trembling, Anarchy's shadow quickly dispersed, forming a pitch black circle under him just before a loud rumble and the shattering of bones, shards of which protruded from the earth around Anarchy's shield on the ground.

Sans' eyes narrowed, and he quickly threw his hand forward, sending him launching back down the arena towards the back wall, where more bones exploded from the wall, forming jagged points that were eager for Anarchy's foul blood.

Anarchy's jaw clenched as he was thrown back through the air, his feet dragging across the floor and causing two trails of dust to follow said feet. Rapidly, Anarchy began to slow down, much to Sans' surprise.

Red streaming up from his sealing face wounds, Anarchy grinned wickedly as he came to a stop before reaching the bones, his soul beginning to shine red through the blue that Sans was attempting to trap it in.

Sans grunted with exertion, keeping one arm extended and grabbing said arm by the elbow with his free hand to help hold it in place, desperately trying to push Anarchy back, even as the Anarchist managed to lift his feet, slowly, one after the other, beginning to stomp forward as more and more red broke through.

Papyrus quickly threw one arm up into the air, opening his palm before clenching a fist around it as yet another giant bone appeared high above Anarchy, who looked up onto as Papyrus threw his arm down, the bone plummeting down towards the Anarchist.

In an instant, Anarchy's shadow fired up in a pyramid around him, meeting to one thin point and slicing through the giant bone, it's two halves falling and exploding into the earth, throwing dust into the air as the concrete shattered.

Sans quickly let go of Anarchy's soul, seeing that attempting to restrain the monstrosity was impossible as he threw his arms out to the sides, opening his palms as wave after wave of small, pointed bones appeared behind him, before he threw his hands forward, and the bones fired across the arena and into the smoke, which Anarchy launched from, running low to the ground and directly into the bones.

His arm swung back and forth at rapid speeds, smashing bone after bone aside as he approached the two. Just as he blasted free from the wave of bones, Papyrus raced forward, bringing up his staff and spinning it over his head before swinging down at Anarchy, who reached down and placed his hands on the ground, cartwheeling around Papyrus's side and landing on his feet, yanking his crowbar back and swinging at the tall skeleton's back, only for him to spin around, swinging that staff as Anarchy swung his crowbar, the two objects smashing together and creating another shock wave as good collided with evil once more.

The two jumped back away from each other, and Anarchy dove into the air as bones exploded from beneath him, flipping in air and swinging down at Papyrus, who stepped to the side, pulling back his staff and slamming the bottom of it into Anarchy's chin, knocking him off his balance and giving Papyrus time to pull back his free hand, where a light blue bone appeared in his grasp just before the tall skeleton lunged forward, pulling back that bone and ramming it forward, only for it to phase through Anarchy's chest, making his soul shift back to blue.

Feeling the weight of gravity suddenly tug him down coupled with him already being off balance, Anarchy's eyes went wide, and he tumbled backwards onto the ground, only for him to grunt, placing his hands on the ground behind his head and kicking up in spite of his extra weight, slamming one foot into Papyrus's raised staff and back flipping off of it, landing on his feet and stumbling slightly, growling with exertion.

Anarchy snarled as Payrus lunged forward and cocked back that staff, his shadow exploding out around him and firing up at Papyrus, who's eyes widened as he brought up that staff grunting as the shadow stabbed into the staff, Papyrus landing back on the ground and skidding back from the shadow's force.

Just as Papyrus shoved the one shadow aside however, he looked up to see many more points flinging viciously into the air, each one turning quickly to focus on him.

But just as it seemed the shadows were about to strike, a circle of Gaster Blasters appeared above them from thin air, firing their beams of light and momentarily obliterating the dark, the beams firing through the shadows and lighting up Anarchy in their fury.

Papyrus jumped back away from the light show, his eyes widening at the writhing shadow that was Anarchy amidst that pillar of white hot light. He watched as it shifted, reaching up in vain to block the waves of agony that washed down from above, only for it's hand to be obliterated, only for it's hand to reform. It stumbled from side to side, grabbing at it's own scorched body before eventually crumpling to the ground.

Sans panted heavily, sweat beginning to run down his skull before his hand dropped, and the beams of the Gaster Blaster's flickered out, before the blasters themselves disappeared from sight.

"Are you alright?" Papyrus put a hand on Sans' shoulder, kneeling at his side as the music faded out.

"Heh... Never better..." Sans grinned tiredly, giving Papyrus a thumbs up. Papyrus smiled lightly at Sans' reassurance, looking quite relieved.

STAB.

Sans' eyes went wide, pupils disappearing from them. Slowly, a stream of red gently trickled from between his teeth, running down his chin and dripping down onto the black spike that had reached up from behind him and pierced through his back and out his chest.

Papyrus's sockets went wide in horror, his mouth hanging open as the spike yanked itself free from Sans' body, the skeleton's shadow returning to normal as he dropped to his knees, before falling to his side and into Papyrus's arms.

"S-Sans!" Papyrus cried out, bewilderment and terror apparent on his expression.

"P... Papyrus..." Sans's pupils glowed dimly, staring up at the ceiling. "H-help... Me..."

"D-don't worry, Sans! You're okay to be okay!" Papyrus shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. "Just hold on!"

"Help... Me... Think of a... Pun..." Sans spoke quietly and softly, his expression unchanging.

"W-what..?" Papyrus looked to Sans with wide, tearful eyes.

"Somethin' about... Being afraid... Of your own shadow..." Sans' grin edged upwards only slightly, dust flaking off of his skull as Papyrus took his hand, which was frail and clammy. "Hard to... Think... Tired..."

"... You've worked very hard today, Sans." Papyrus said after a moments pause, looking into Sans' distant eyes. "You should take a short nap at your post."

"What if... Human comes through..." Sans' voice was below a whisper his hand becoming dust in Papyrus's grip, his legs already having disappeared to ash.

"A human hasn't come through that door in years, brother." Papyrus smiled gently, a tear dropping from his eye socket and onto Sans' face, though Sans didn't seem to notice. "I'm sure one won't be coming through today. Rest as long as you need."

"... Thanks... Bro..." Sans' grin widened only a little.

"You're... The... Coolest..."

Papyrus's hands clenched on the dusty blue sweatshirt that was left in his arms, more tears slipping down his skeletal cheeks, his body trembling gently.

Footsteps echoed across the concrete, and Papyrus looked up from his mourning to more pressing matters.

Anarchy's body stepped from the dust, his expression blank and lifeless. His shirt was entirely destroyed, revealing the hundreds of scars that marked his muscular upper body. Red steam lifted from his flesh, a few parts alight in crimson flames, which only seemed to be sealing the wounds they were planted on.

Anarchy walked closer and closer, before coming to a stop in front of Papyrus, standing over the kneeling, kindhearted skeleton.

"... Will you hunt down the few that escaped?" Papyrus asked with narrowed eyes, a bead of sweat running down his skull.

"They aren't worth my time anymore." Anarchy spoke flatly and honestly.

"... Did you ever have a family?" On deaths doorstep, Papyrus continued to ask his executioner questions, tilting his skull to the side. "Was anyone or anything ever special to you?"

"..." Anarchy's stoic expression did not change at all. "... Yes."

"... I don't understand you." Papyrus's head lowered, his eyes drifting to the sweatshirt in his arms. "With your power, your potential... You could have saved everyone. Been everyone's friend. Been the hero that the Underground needed. Doesn't that sound... So much nicer than this..?"

"... Yes." Anarchy blinked calmly. "Yes it does."

"Then why?" Papyrus looked back up to Anarchy, the burning desire for the truth in his eyes. "Why have you chosen this path?"

"... What is your name?" A simple question, but not one the Anarchist cared to ask many.

"The Great Papyrus." Papyrus frowned, eyes narrowing as he clutched that sweatshirt protectively to his chest. "Brother of Sans, final member of the Royal Guard."

"... The Great Papyrus." Slowly, his shadow crept up, pulling itself back behind the albino, looming and preparing to strike like some kind of scorpion stinger. Anarchy smiled sadly. "My name is Anthony."

"And the truth is that this is the only path I deserve to walk."

---

"... So, you've finally made it." Asgore stared down at Anarchy, who stared right back up at him. The king of monsters and the exterminator of monsters stood in that garden, staring into each other's eyes with stoic expressions.

"Tell me, how does it feel?" Asgore asked, his trident planted firmly in the earth next to him, his large hand wrapped around it's handle.

"It doesn't." Anarchy responded without a second thought, unblinking before the king.

"... I see." Asgore turned around then, beginning to walk towards the door at the back of the Throne Room. "Follow me."

Anarchy complied, not in a rush and not hesitant as he walked after Asgore. He followed him through a grey hallway and to another large door, which swung open before the king.

The two stepped into one large room, alight in moonlight. At the back wall of the room, the air shimmered, like there was some kind of invisible force resting there. But beyond that, one could see the exit to a large cave, and in the sky, stars twinkled, and a full moon shun clear.

"Is this the moment you've been waiting for?" Asgore slammed his trident down onto the ground, and six slots in the floor opened. Six glass containers jutted from the stone of the floor, each holding a different colored human soul. "Is this what you want?"

"..." Anarchy threw his arm out to the side, his crowbar sliding from his sleeve and into his grasp. "No. This is a stepping stone."

Asgore's lips curved up, and he chuckled lightly at that.

"Our lives really mean so little to you, do they not?" Asgore smirked lightly, watching the Anarchist with his tired eyes.

"Yes." Anarchy responded once more without hesitation or a change in expression.

"It's been that way for far too long with you humans. Perhaps the surface isn't what I remember." Asgore closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"If it's twisted humans to become unfeeling beasts like you, then perhaps we were safer down here all along."

Anarchy didn't speak. His red soul appeared on his chest, and he held that crowbar tightly.

Asgore didn't speak. He squared his footing, pointing that trident out at Anarchy.

STAB.

Asgore's eyes widened, slowly drifting down to the vines that protruded from his chest, it's barbs stained with blood.

"W-... What..?"

His body collapsed to ash, and Anarchy merely cocked a brow with some confusion, watching that shaking, white soul rise from the dust, floating pathetically in front of him, just before a petal fired out and pierced the soul, shattering it to pieces.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Flowey cackled from across the room, and six shatters filled Anarchy's ears as vines broke through the containers the souls were in, wrapping around them and dragging them back to Flowey. "Remember me?!"

"Not at all, no." Anarchy shook his head, expression remaining unimpressed.

Flowey snarled at that, before his face was encompassed in one huge grin.

"Well!"

The souls were dragged into Flowey's very being, and white light began to flash from the flower, making Anarchy squint his eyes.

"YOU WILL!"

Flash.

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Anarchy found himself sitting up in a black void, frown clear on his face as he reached over, not even having to look to know exactly where his crowbar lay.

The Anarchist climbed to his feet, crowbar in hand as he glanced from side to side, some confusion on his expression, before suddenly he heard the sound of static, and the eerie grey light of a television screen shun down upon him, making him look up to what appeared to be Flowey's grinning face on a screen.

"Howdy! It's me, Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" Flowey winked an eye shut and stuck his tongue out, looking very proud of himself.

"Not ringin' any bells." Anarchy said simply, shrugging lightly, small frown clear on his face.

Flowey growled, his eyes narrowing at Anarchy.

"Alright, fine! I know you aren't too talkative a guy, so I'll make it simple!"

From the shadows, a horrific, viney creature stepped. It had two massive arms and one freakish, fleshy maw. Vines and wires ran from that screen that Flowey's face was on, which was slapped dead in the center of the beast.

"I've got SIX human souls! This means I'm basically a GOD!" Flowey cackled, throwing his head back.

Anarchy seemed completely unphased by this nightmare creature, just staring up and listening to Flowey speak.

"But to completely ascend, I need YOUR freaky little soul!" Flowey threw his head back down, looming over Anarchy.

Anarchy smiled at that. He smiled and he held his crowbar out to the side and red began to steam from his body once more.

Flowey's eyes narrowed, and he smirked lightly down at Anarchy.

"Are you really that cocky, mister Anarchist?" Flowey spoke condescendingly. "Do you honestly believe you can face a god?"

"Oh, flower, flower..." Anarchy shook his head, smirk clear on his face. "I'd like for you to tell me..."

Anarchy looked up to Flowey then, grinning from ear to ear as shadow slipped over his face, only that shining white grin and that burning red left eye visible in the darkness.

"WHAT IS A GOD TO A NONBELIEVER?"

The shadows around them writhed and hissed, the blackness of the void that Flowey's transformation had created only serving to Anarchy's advantage as sickly maws full of black teeth launched from the darkness like terrifying black worms, latching onto Flowey's giant arms and tearing through the vines, making Flowey let out an "Aah!" of pain, his screen shifting to a hard to make out face screaming for only a moment, shifting back to normal there after.

"How dare you?!" Flowey pushed his huge body up on those giant arms, two enormous eyes splitting open on that fleshy beak that was at his center, which then opened, white light shining from deep inside that beast's open mouth, a tidal wave of white energy exploded free and racing towards Anarchy, who bent at the knees, jumping and launching himself high into the air, Flowey's eyes darting up to him.

Anarchy yanked back one arm, shadows slipping up his sleeve before he threw it forward, a spike of shadow firing forward at lightning speed and slicing clean through one of the two giant vines just above Omega Flowey's giant arms, Omega Flowey falling to that side and crashing to the earth, a shock wave blasting across the void from his powerful impact.

Flowey cried out with rage, opening one giant, three clawed hand to Anarchy, who was falling down towards him. Giant locust fired from Flowey's palm, racing up towards Anarchy, who just cackled with glee as he pulled back that crowbar, smashing the locusts aside as they came and sending their green blood splattering through the air and over the right side of his face, though he didn't seem to mind in any way.

Flowey once more lifted that giant maw, feeling a sudden terror as Anarchy rapidly got closer with that crowbar. Another wave of white energy exploded from the depths of Flowey's monstrous body, racing up at Anarchy.

Anarchy threw his arms up in an X just before he was engulfed, being blasted high into the air, the beam of white hot wrath carrying him high into the endless void.

As Flowey's support vine reattached as he steadied himself, he watched Anarchy's scorched body plummet from the sky, and his jaw clenched when he watched the scorched body flip in air, landing on it's feet far in the distance.

And the moment Anarchy landed, though his skin was burnt and his clothes torn to tatters, he exploded off the ground, sprinting right back to Flowey. As he did so, flames of red burst to life across his body, rapidly healing his many wounds.

"Damn it! Why won't you just die?!" Flowey threw his arms back to his sides, and hundreds of sharp vines blasted from them, racing across the void towards Anarchy.

Anarchy jumped, landing on the first vine to smash into the earth before him and racing up it. His shadow rapidly whipped around him, slicing away vine after vine with lethal precision as Anarchy raced ever closer, sweat appearing on Flowey's face behind that screen, before a flamethrower appeared from thin air, breathing fire down upon Anarchy, who carelessly jumped through the flames, bursting through and right at Flowey's face.

Flowey quickly swung one weighty arm, his entire body swinging with it as the arm slammed into Anarchy's side, Anarchy lifting his forearm and his knee to take the brunt of the force, his eyes wincing as the shock wave of force exploded into him, throwing him across the void at a rapid speed.

"What's the matter, flower?!" Anarchy's voice was high with manic glee as he flipped in air, shadows firing around him from his back and right back into Flowey, piercing the giant arm he threw up to block them and sending green blood spraying through the air. The shadows rapidly pulled Anarchy right back towards his latest victim. "Afraid you'll die in one hit just like everybody else?!"

Flowey snarled, throwing his arm to the side and tearing in free from the shadows, momentum still launching Anarchy forward as a wave of bombs appeared between the two, firing at Anarchy, who brought up his knees and threw his arms up in an X to block from the massive explosion that hit him, sending him firing back to the earth, which he slammed into back first, skidding across before he flipped up onto his hands and feet, continuing to skid back as red flames spiraled up from his scorch marks, healing them.

As Anarchy skidded, shadows lifted from his hands in front of him, manifesting from the dark void that surrounded them into one Omega Flowey sized, sharp toothed worm creature, which launched itself across the void to devour the flower, gnashing it's monstrous teeth hungrily.

Flowey lifted that beak, which opened for a third time, another massive wave of white light exploding free and blasting into the shadow worm and tearing it apart.

Flowey laughed victoriously, before his eyes widened in horror, watching Anarchy launch from the worm's body just as it was destroyed, flying high into the air above Flowey and cocking back one fist, Flowey's horrified eyes locking right on him.

Anarchy roared with DETERMINATION as he plummeted from the sky and red flames began to ignite around that fist he cocked back, the skin on that arm beginning to crack apart, crimson shining through.

"N-no! Wait-!"

With one triumphant roar, Anarchy sent his fist exploding right into Flowey's screen, making a shock wave blast out across the endless void. Red flames exploded back up Anarchy's arm and out from his shoulder, firing high into the sky in one long DETERMINED beam.

Flowey's screen cracked apart, his face frozen in horror on it just before the screen shattered into the air, and a second wave of force resounded, Flowey's giant body being rag dolled across the void, flinging through the air before eventually hitting the ground and skidding rapidly, gradually slowing to a stop.

Anarchy dropped to the ground, landing on his feet and bending at the knees slightly from the force of his drop before standing back up straight, beginning to walk towards Flowey's already wilting body.

As Anarchy walked, though, he watched six strange, humanoid outlines come to life from the shattered screen that lay on the ground before Flowey's crumpled up body. They all looked to range from being the size of a young child to a teenager Anarchy's age, and they were each a different color that Anarchy recognized from the souls Flowey had stolen.

The light blue soul, which seemed to have some type of ribbon atop it's head, rushed towards Anarchy, pulling back a small, knife shaped object. Anarchy paid it no mind, his shadow launching out and tearing through the strange light shape, making it dissipate into thin air.

Next a dark blue soul in some kind of tutu lunged at him, jumping above him and kicking at his head with a shoe knife, only for Anarchy to duck under the kick. The blue ghost landed behind him, and when he stood up straight, there were back to back, before shadow fired from Anarchy's back, tearing through the after image's chest and making it disappear into nothing.

From Anarchy's left a purple ghost in glasses rushed, cocking back some notebook to swat him with, from his right an orange ghost wearing a bandanna rushed closer, pulling back it's fist. And from directly ahead of him a green ghost wearing an apron cocked back a frying pan, rushing him as well. Anarchy did not look at them, his shadow simply splitting into three and stabbing through the three ghosts, making them disappear.

As Anarchy reached Flowey's open screen, a golden soul stood between him and it, taking aim on him with a revolver, cowboy hat on it's head. Anarchy's shadow reached up, swirling into a circle and blocking the rapid fire of gold bullets before stabbing forward and piercing the ghost's chest, making it disappear.

"H-... How..?"

Anarchy knelt down in front of the destroyed screen, looking to Flowey, who was planted inside, head hung low.

"I-I... I had all that power... All that DETERMINATION... And I wasn't even half as DETERMINED as you..." Flowey slowly looked up at Anarchy, fear flashing in his eyes as he stared into the crimson eyes of his killer. "How..?"

"You were afraid of me." Anarchy frowned, reaching into the screen and plucking Flowey from the corpse and standing, holding him in front of his face. "Deep down you didn't think you could win, so you didn't. I believed I would beat you with one punch, so I did."

"B-But..."

Anarchy opened his sharp maw then, his long tongue slipping out and reaching out towards Flowey.

"N-no, wait! P-Plea-!"

Anarchy bit Flowey's head clean off, chomping down and tearing his head to the side, killing Flowey instantly.

"... Mm." Anarchy swallowed, tossing Flowey's stem aside. "Bitter and sour and salty all at once. Very sad flavor."

Anarchy stepped forward, walking onto one of the wilting, grey arms of what was left of Omega Flowey.

As he stood atop his kill, looking about the void, he began to wonder what was next. And, as if to answer him, shadow began to rise before him. It began to drip from above. Slowly, it shaped into a rectangular box before him. One word engraved on it.

ERASE

No brainer.

Anarchy reached out, pressing the button with one hand. The moment he did, a wave of black pulsed over the land from the box, and Anarchy watched as the void around him shifted to something different. The corpse of Omega Flowey disappeared from under him, but he didn't drop onto anything. He was still standing on nothingness.

It was still pitch black, but, somehow... It felt emptier. Around him, clocks floated. They were misshapen, all at different times, some melting.

There was no sound. No light. No... Anything.

Until there was clapping.

Anarchy looked ahead, and his eyes narrowed at the figure that walked from the blackness.

"Well congratulations, my boy!" The skeleton man grinned from ear to ear, crack running down from his left eye and nearly meeting with that crescent smile of his, his right having a crack running up to the top of his skull. He wore a black suit and tie, over which he wore a white lab coat. "You really did it!"

Anarchy's eyes narrowed at this strange man, his crowbar sliding from his sleeve as the skeleton walked closer.

"Oh, no! You needn't worry about me! I have no intention of striking up a battle with you of all people!" The skeleton waved a hand dismissively, chuckling. "Quite the opposite, actually!"

Anarchy remained silent as he met with the man there, in the center of his darkness. The two stood only a few feet apart, Anarchy having to look up at him to maintain eye contact, as the skeleton was a few inches taller than him.

"Allow me to introduce myself." Smiling reassuringly, the skeleton reached out with one hand. "Doctor Wingding Gaster, at your service."

"I didn't ask." Anarchy's eyes narrowed up at Gaster, who laughed once more, even as his handshake was ignored.

"Yes, that's true, you didn't!" Gaster waved another hand to dismiss his own laughter. Anarchy noted the holes in his palms. "Please excuse me, it's just that I am so excited to finally meet you!"

"Well I think you're the first person to say that to me in a real long time, doc." Anarchy smirked lightly, hand gripped firmly on his crowbar. "You sure you don't got the wrong guy?"

"Oh no no no! You are precisely the right guy! The perfect guy!" Gaster walked away then, hands behind his back as he paced excitedly. "CORE Frisk informed you of the children, yes? The twenty one game changes that are beginning a new era here in this multiverse, including you?"

"Ghosty mentioned it once or twice, yeah." Anarchy tilted his head to the side. "What about us?"

"I am a scientist sir Anarchy and I brought you here not to save my world like most of my counter parts brought their children about." Gaster turned towards Anarchy suddenly, wagging one finger. "I could not care less about the reality that you have erased! On the contrary, I think it was a great platform for you to test your power!"

"So you brought me here?" Anarchy cocked a brow. "I'm your Frankenstein's monster?"

"Oh no Anarchy you are nothing of mine! Why you could obliterate me in mere seconds with all that power within your reach!" Gaster laughed, somehow excited by the concept of his own mortality.

"If that's the case then why are you here? You're aware that everyone else who's ever crossed my path here has died horribly, right?" Anarchy shook his head lightly with confusion. "You got a death wish, doc?"

"Not at all, I see a deep value in my life!" Gaster chuckled once more. "But there is an even deeper value in your purpose!"

"My purpose, eh?" Anarchy seemed disinterested, his grip tightening on that crowbar.

"You are searching for The Hacker, yes?"

Anarchy's jaw clenched, his eyes widening and his pupils shrinking in sudden rage.

In the next instant, he had Gaster by the collar, yanking him down to eye level.

"Pick your next words very carefully, doc." Anarchy spoke through gritting teeth, his crimson eyes piercing into Gaster's sockets.

"You do not know how to traverse the multiverse, Anarchy." Gaster smirked, his voice suddenly less excited and cheery. "And I'm the only one willing to tell you were to find him. Therefore, it would be in your best interest to let me live."

"... What's in it for you?" Anarchy spoke in a low growl, and Gaster's smirk widened to a grin.

"I wish to usher in a new era, my boy." Gaster spoke, and Anarchy let go of him, letting him stand back to his full height. "And to do this, I have to display that you children, specifically you and the Hacker, are like nothing this multiverse has ever laid eyes on before."

Anarchy's eyes narrowed, listening carefully.

"The Hacker has grown very powerful as well. And he will only get more and more powerful throughout his journey. When you two collide, I want it to be a cataclysm the likes of which this multiverse has never seen. I want word of it to spread like wildfire, I want every reality to know your names." Madness glimmered in the doctor's eyes, something Anarchy could easily recognize.

"... You finally got my attention, doc." Anarchy smirked lightly, watching Gaster closely. "What's your plan?"

"You let me continue to test you for awhile." Gaster's eyes narrowed, his grin remaining. "Once you're ready, I will take you to the Hacker, and you will get everything you've ever wanted."

"..." Anarchy grinned in return, and with one pale hand, he reached out, offering a handshake to the mad scientist, who was happy to take it.

"If you screw me on this doc, don't think I won't obliterate you." Anarchy spoke through his grin, staring right into Gaster's eyes, not letting go of his hand.

"You needn't worry, my dear boy." Gaster chuckled, shaking his head. "You are the most important thing in my world right now, I could never betray you."

"Good." Anarchy nodded, letting go of his hand and slipping his crowbar back up his sleeve.

"Now where do we start?"

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