I'm on vacation this week, so I think this will be the only chapter I upload for a bit. Also, I'm going to rip off Spinal Tap again.

"I hope this is what you had in mind."

Jeff was looking at the model of the Core that So Sorry had made for the performance. The resemblance was great, as it looked almost exactly like the one shown in the pictures he was given. As a human, he had never seen the actual Core, but the pictures were quite intriguing.

"It is a great model," he admitted to the monster. "I can't wait to see the one you're going to make for the set."

"What are you talking about?" So Sorry asked. "I made this one using the specifications you've given me."

Jeff was handed the diagram given to him by Shyren. It had the picture of the Core, and lines that had marked it as 18 inches high and ten inches wide.

"She used one too many apostrophes," Jeff gasped. "And the show is tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, but I don't see it possible to make something of that size by then," Sorry admitted. "But I don't think you'll have anything to worry about."


The next day

Frisk, Shyren, Napstablook, and Mettaton took their positions on stage as the lights dimmed and the crowd started to cheer.

"Alright, darlings," Mettaton said to the band. "Let's give them a killer show!"

Mettaton then went up to the microphone as the band prepared their instruments.

(AN: The following is to the beat of the song "Stonehenge," by Spinal Tap. Yep, I'm going to attempt to pull off a Weird Al, here.)

In recent times,

Several years before monsters were free once again,

Lived many species of monsters like us.

No one knew who they were or what they were doing,

But technology advanced,

Build into the huge structure, of Hotland.

Hotland! Where the monsters dwell,

Where scientists live, and they do live well.

Hotland! Where a king is a king,

And the monsters dance and the robots sing.

Hey!

Hotland! 'Tis a firey place,

Where the flames arise cooled by ice in a case.

Hotland! Where the KnightKnights stand,

And the froggits and mages patrol the land.

And you, my love, won't you take my hand?

We'll go back in time to that hellish land.

Where the Core brings power and the King resides,

I will take you there, and watch the lava tides.

Oh!

And oh how they danced,

All the monsters of Hotland,

In the shadow of the Core,

With no fear of nightfall coming soon.

And here we are now,

The monsters that lived in Hotland,

And what did we leave behind?

Besides the Core, still running tonight.

When the lyrics ended, the miniature model of the Core, attached to wires, lowered onto the stage. Two final froggets appeared and started hopping around it, which brought shocked faces from all four members of the band as the audience started to laugh.


Band setup room, after the performance.

"I for one do not think that the problem was that the band was down," Mettaton started. "I think the problem was that there was a replica of the Hotland Core on the stage that was in danger of being crushed by a damned froggit! It really understated the immense size of the object!"

"I think we're fine," Jeff replied. "I think you're just making too big of a thing out of this."

"I think making a bigger thing out of it would have been a great idea," Frisk stated.

"I was given a diagram by Shyren that said ten by eighteen inches," Jeff said. "Whether or not she knows the difference between feet and inches is not my problem. I did what I was told."

"We used different systems when we were trapped down there!" Mettaton answered. "And why the hell would having more apostrophes lower the size of the unit of measure?"

"You should have had Frisk look over it," Jeff answered.

"We told you to look at it, and we'd expect a human adult to have more common sense than what you've demonstrated!" Mettaton yelled.

"I have never seen the Core in person, and again, I thought you guys knew what you wanted. I did what I was told," Jeff repeated.

"The audience was laughing," Frisk pointed out.

"Well then it's a comedy number," Jeff replied.

The band would continue to argue until they decided to call it a night.


Meanwhile:

Dear Diary,

It has been nearly two years since Undyne and I became a couple, and we've been married for months now. I know that she will always be there for me, regardless of what happens or what I say or do, but this time, I am nervous again. What I want to tell her is something that is making me even more timid than the amalgamate ordeal that I caused.

I mean it is something I want, but I don't know if this is the time to put this on her yet. Hell, I don't even know if this is something I'm ready for, even if she would agree to it. Nevertheless, I still want to try this. If only I knew what she would say or do about it, this would be a lot easier.

I'm so glad that she is more than happy to let me have this diary, as well as respecting my privacy when I write in it.

Love, Alphys.

Alphys closed her notebook and put it in her bedside table. She looked at it for a second before finally closing the drawer.

Soon, she thought. I'll tell her soon.

AN: I did butcher the last line in the song, as I couldn't figure out how to make the line work with the correct number of syllables. Either way, I think I parodied the song fairly decently.

Normally, I'd address reviews here (as per tradition, I read and reply to them all at the end of every chapter), but since there aren't any new ones, I will instead take the time to give a heads up to my fellow American readers:

The WLWT news network has released an article warning us that China is sending Americans shipments of seeds. These seeds are poisonous, and, if planted, could poison your other plants and even your livestock if you have any. Needless to say, if you receive anything like that from China, do not open the packaging, wash your hands after handling, and, obviously, do not plant those seeds!

Thanks for reading, and God bless this mess.