A/N: I edited the first chapter, because I realized there wasn't much info on Kara's history. I might continue re-editing chapters as I go.

Mmm, let's see. This chapter contains strong language, mentions of drugs and crime, family massacre, and a child's violent death. Granted, all the fallen humans were killed by the monsters (except Kara), but some deaths may be more painful and violent than the others. Nothing too graphic or detailed, but I'll give the warning here just in case. Let me know if I forgot anything in this list. Thanks. :D

I woke up feeling like shit. I felt as if I had slept forever, but at the same time, I felt as if I were being drained of energy.

"Oh, you're awake. That's good," a mellow, low-pitched female voice said. I turned and saw a ghost with a light blue heart floating inside of her. She couldn't be older than 30, I guess. She seemed tall, and she wore a purple robe with white sleeves. There was an insignia on her robes, which was somewhat familiar. She had a small oval face with her turquoise eyes, elven nose, and her small lips. She had wavy ginger hair tied in a side ponytail, with a faded red ribbon keeping it in place. Her eyes are one-of-a-kind, though. While her body language appeared chill and relaxed, her eyes seemed to be running at a thousand miles per hour. She gave me an awkward, lopsided smile, and I could see a huge gap between her two front teeth. Overall, she isn't exactly a beauty queen, but she isn't hideous to look at either.

"Are you done staring?" the woman asked with a trolling undertone in her words, as if she were deliberately trying to make me feel embarrassed. Stupid bitch.

I laughed boisterously. No damn way am I giving her the satisfaction of seeing me embarrassed. I don't give a fuck that she caught me staring…. Okay, fine. Maybe I give two fucks that she caught me staring, but I'm still not telling her that. "Heh, can you blame me? I see dead people. I must be going mad," I joked.

The woman laughed. "Yep. I'm dead. And so are you, so we're even."

I paused at her blunt retort. What the hell? I'm dead? So that makes me a ghost, too? "That's bullshit!" I exclaimed. Deep down, however, I knew she wasn't shitting with me. That trolling quality in her voice disappeared. She's dead serious… No pun intended.

"And your denial is bullshit, too. I think you know I'm telling the truth," the woman said flatly.

I stared at the woman. She may have a calm aura with some bits of awkwardness, but damn, the old hag sure knows how to pack a punch.

I looked around. There's a kid trying to avoid multiple floating white hands that were arranged in circles. I looked down, expecting to see a physical body. There's nothing. Shit.

"That's fucking unfair," I said. "Why do you get to be a ghost with an appearance, while I get to be a pack of nothingness."

"Simple," the woman said with a smile. "I managed to remember who I am. I think we all start off without our memories, and as we regain them, we recover our physical appearances. I suppose you don't remember anything about yourself and how you got here, hmm?" the woman asked.

I thought about it for a while, and sure enough, I realized she is right. I don't remember anything. I don't remember my name, or even how I look like. I tried forcing myself to find even one memory. Holy shit! I'm drawing a total blank here. A wave of panic rushed through me, but it also disappeared just as quickly as it had arisen. "Oh. Lol," I grinned at her.

The woman tilted her head, obviously confused by my underwhelmed reaction. "Huh, you are taking this much more calmly than I expected."

I shrugged. "Eh? No big deal. Who gives a shit about the past? What matters is the present. Let's do what we can do right now. Besides, it ain't so bad. This isn't the first time I woke up without memories anyway, so-" I paused as I noticed what I just said. 'This isn't the first time'…. Does that mean I lost my memories before? How many goddamn times did I hit my head to forget everything? Am I that fucking stupid? Or am I just fucking unlucky?

The woman frowned. "I see. Anyways, my name is Kara. I'll explain everything to you."

She then proceeded to telling me all this crap about being dead, our SOULs being absorbed by some weird talking flower thing, and how our SOULs are being harnessed to attack a kid. She talked somewhat slowly, taking long meaningful pauses as she constructed her sentences properly in her head before she continued with her discussion. Sometimes, she had to backtrack to explain everything in a clearer matter, or to supply stuff she had forgotten to mention earlier, before she moved on to her next point.

I stared at her for a while as I tried to process everything in my head. After a while, I burst into laughter. "Are you fucking high? Hey, where did you get your supply of weed? Maybe I can steal some and sell them, and be filthy stinking rich!"

Kara was taken aback, and she huffed in indignation. "How the hell can I get drugs in the Underground? Marijuana doesn't even grow here." She caught herself and calmed down before she said evenly, "Alright, try thinking for yourself and see if I am making this up. I have a feeling you aren't the type to just stay put, so logically, you left the Ruins. Chances are, some other monster brutally killed you. Is that enough for you to at least recall how you died?"

I was about to laugh at her again, when a memory played in my head.

I felt severe pain, as I was being slammed around walls like some sort of ragdoll. I could feel bruises forming, and bones breaking due to the impact my body makes with the surfaces. On the other hand, it was not simply my body that felt pain, but also my SOUL. I felt as if someone is trying to tear out my SOUL from my body. The physical pain I felt would probably have made me faint, but I was somehow kept alive by the adrenaline and the hatred burning inside of me.

I can see a face in front of me, or uh…. What the fuck? A skeleton? Anyways, the skeleton's one eye is closed, and he wore glasses taped to his head? Skull? Bah, whatever! I could see his fingers glowing blue as he moved his hand, which also caused me to move in the direction he moved his hand. Ah… So that's how the bastard did it. He used some sort of magic to move my SOUL around. He wore a lab coat or something, so I assume that he is some sort of evil, sicko, mad scientist. Hmm, somehow I could remember him really being an evil scientist, although I can't remember exactly what the fuck did he do? Did he torture humans that came along? That's clearly what this psycho is doing to me now, isn't it?

So, I was killed by that motherfucker eh? Can I still get revenge? I don't appreciate the spontaneous Disneyland Wreck-Your-Bones ride. I would want to wreck his bones and set his goddamn lab on fire to destroy everything he has ever worked on, to get even with him. I want a rematch.

"Whoa there, easy now," Kara warned. "You can't have a rematch."

"Son of a bitch! You can read my thoughts?" I exclaimed at her.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Yes, I can, just like how you can read mine, and Flowey's thoughts as well. You could say we are all freely exchanging information here, although I believe Flowey is too busy toying with the human to pay attention to us."

"Toying?" I asked, confused. Now that I have taken a look at everything going on around me, I think I could believe Kara. There's the kid, trying not to get their ass kicked by floating white hands. There's the cackling laughter surrounding me, and it sounded like an annoying-as-fuck, evil Spongebob laughing his ass off. I guess Kara is right at least on the whole "Flowey is trying to kill a kid" claim. However, I don't understand how all of this could be seen as Flowey toying with the kid. Is he actually enjoying this? If that's the case, then this flower is sickening shit.

Kara nodded grimly. "Yeah, I've been observing Flowey this whole time. His power is off the roof, you could say. He also has the power to RESET time. So, I was thinking, if he merely wanted to kill the child, he would have done it with one quick and powerful attack, and then we're done. However, here we are having a protracted battle. Clearly, he just wants to mess with the child for as long as possible, maybe keep hurting them in the process."

"Hold it! You said 'reset'? What the fuck is this, some sort of bullshit movie where the hero gets instant time control powers?" I asked incredulously. Yeah, sure. I am now positive that Kara is telling the truth about dying and SOULs. I am sure I have been to the Underground, and I have seen monsters blahblahblah. However, I have not seen anyone with that kind of power. What the fuck? This damn story just keeps getting weirder and weirder. What's next? This kid becomes a superhero who gets bitten by some animal to gain superpowers?

Kara frowned. "Well, more precisely, it is like a videogame. When you die in a videogame, you can start over, right? Somehow, it's the same case here. He can SAVE his progress, and then LOAD it if he feels the need to go back there. However, I still don't fully understand the mechanics of this power, and why or how it exists in the first place. I don't know if there are any weaknesses associated with this power either."

I thought that Kara was probably crazy, but yet again, she was right about us being dead and our SOULS being turned into batteries for Flowey. Most probably, she is also right about these weirdass powers too. However, I am not that gullible. I am not going to believe something so easily just because an old hag says so. "Sooo. Did you see him actually RELOAD, or are you just shitting on me?"

Kara nodded. "He sets the kid up in a trap. Sometimes, he RELOADs so that the child will be moved a few steps back to where they were moments ago. That exact spot is where he aimed his attacks a split-second ago, so the child will certainly be hit by the attack."

I scowled and would have clenched my fist, if I weren't a floating mass of God-knows-what. "That shit-eating cunt. Who the fuck does he think he is, treating that kid like some toy?" I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. This Flowey thing… He's exactly like that skeleton who killed me. He doesn't give a damn about anyone and just treats everyone like shit. They are ridiculously overpowered and they use said power to bully everyone. This dick really has to be brought down at all costs. After all, that is what a hero would do. Yeah, that's right. No hero would just sit here and watch that kid get beaten up like a dog.

"Hey, Kara, let's bring this asshole down!" I said.

Kara took a step back at my sudden enthusiasm, but that wasn't gonna stop me. "He's just an overgrown, wrinkly douchebag who probably eats horse shit and is high on cocaine. I mean seriously, just look at his form! What the fuck is he supposed to be, some weirdass TV flower with creepy vines? Besides, you say he's a monster, right? Monsters are still weaker than humans. He can't stop humans like you and me. We can't just leave the kid out there, you know? We have nothing to lose. We are fucking dead, so we probably lost everything long ago, but not our pride! So, let's get out there and teach this shitface a lesson! Let's give him an asskicking he will never forget!" My blood is boiling, and my energy is high. I may already be dead, but I don't give a fuck. At this moment, I feel alive and ready to kick ass. It is not a foreign sensation at all. This all feels so natural to me.

Kara raised an eyebrow. "You're not even going to try to regain your memories?" she asked.

"Nope. Fuck that!" I said. "Nobody gives a shit about history. They're in the past, so they can't affect you in the present and the future anymore. Besides, I guess I already had amnesia before, so if I keep forgetting my past, I guess it's that forgettable and unimportant. Besides, I think it's more important to help that kid and teach this psychopathic flower a lesson."

Kara seemed overwhelmed by my response. I could see her thoughts, unsure of whether to judge me as a really brave and noble person, or a dumbass. "That's not how it works. You have to regain your sense of self, so that you get enough control over your power to rebel against Flowey."

"I'll find a way around it," I reassured her, giving her the biggest grin I could manage. "I always do. How about you, old hag, what have you done so far?" I asked her.

Kara frowned, clearly unhappy at being called an old hag. "I'm trying to understand the mechanics of Flowey's powers. That's how I managed to deduce that regaining a sense of self is critical. I still don't understand a lot of things, though."

I laughed at her. "I think I see the problem now. You think too much! I'm not saying you should just charge into battle without thinking. That's fucking stupid. Thinking and planning ahead helps and is important, but that can't be all you do. Nothing will happen if you just sit here and wait. You gotta take fucking control of the moment! That's why I want your help. Let's beat up this flower! It's time to take revenge, because there's no way in hell we should just accept that Flowey had turned us into power sources for his twisted bullshit. Besides, we get to be cool, badass heroes who can slay this monster. You can be the magician who casts spells and shit, and then I move forward and punch him in the face. It's gonna be fucking epic!"

"Hey…" Kara began, but then she was cut off by the kid crying out for help. We turned to their direction and saw that the kid was still alive, although cut and burnt in several parts of their body.

"Besides, how can you just sit here while someone is beating up a kid? That's fucked up! I don't give a shit if we're dead or we're slaves to this stupid flower! Let's go and kick his ass!" I yelled.

Kara was silent for a while, observing me quietly. She then said in a low voice, "You're really brave, aren't you? You're not even fazed by all of this. Are you not at all afraid? Not even a little bit?"

I laughed again. "Nope. This guy is just an overgrown bully. He should be easy to beat up. Besides, even if I were afraid, I can't afford to waste time cowering and begging for Mommy to show up. That is the true meaning of bravery. You're afraid, but fuck that! There is something more important and stronger than your fear; something that compels you to fight for someone or some ideal. And so, you cast aside your doubts and worries, pick up your weapon, and fight! Courage is not the absence of fear, and-" I paused. Those words were just too familiar. Those were the exact same words I remembered before the dam within my brain was unlocked. With that, the memories came flooding back to me, and I remembered everything.

I lived in this huge-ass house. I could see my 3 older sisters. Jana, the oldest, was a model. She had a naturally slim body that other girls would probably kill for. She had always rejected her manager's persuasions that she should undergo surgery and remove her floating ribs so that her hips become smaller. She always had a confident yet somewhat vain air around her. The second daughter, Carmen, is quiet and withdrawn from most people. She barely looked anyone in the eye and preferred staying in her room all day. However, she is madly skilled in playing instruments and creating sick mixtapes. The last sister, Rosalinda, is a high-strung prankster. She had always had a nice carefree laugh, and she often invited me to help her plan and play pranks on people. We got in trouble together often, but neither of us really minded. All 3 women could kick ass. Jana practiced judo, which she probably needed to beat up creepy stalkers who bothered her because they found her hot. Carmen is a taekwondo black belter, although she preferred to never show her abilities because that meant additional attention. Finally, Rosalinda is a kickboxer. I told my parents that I was interested in kickboxing, so I also had kickboxing lessons. At least it was a chance to spend more time with Rosalinda.

Turning to the kitchen, I could see Mama baking oatmeal cookies. The strong smell of cinnamon is all over the place. She is an immigration lawyer, so she was busy most of the time. She is probably the kindest person I have ever met, but Papa warned me not to be fooled. Mama is ruthless in work, and if she were a housewife who chose to spend her time taking care of her children, she wouldn't hesitate to use corporal punishment as a mode for discipline.

Finally, I remembered Papa. I idolized the man, and I guess that if I had the chance to grow up, I wanted to be like him. He is a Senator, yet he somehow still kept fighting for what he believed is right. He is charming and knew how to get the votes he needed, yet there were many people who hated his guts. His grandfather migrated to this country, which was why our family stayed here and became citizens of this country. Rosalinda explained that this is the reason why some people didn't like Papa. They didn't like how someone whose family was not originally from here is allowed to be in government. I don't understand.

Apparently, Papa uncovered that some other politicians were corrupt pieces of shit. I don't really know what the hell happened, but I understood that they used the government's money to buy shit for themselves. I don't really remember what they bought, but I remember Rosalinda mentioning a golden toilet seat. Really now, why the fuck will you buy a golden toilet seat? People are starving and dying out there, and yet here are these asshole politicians who decided they need to sit on gold while shitting.

I could see the fire and smoke enveloping everything. It was supposed to be my birthday party, yet someone decided to burn our house down during that time. I couldn't see anyone and I was all alone. I am afraid. I don't want to die here. I don't want my family to die here.

"Fernando," I heard a croaked voice say. I turned, and sure enough I saw a girl's silhouette. She did not seem skinny enough to be Jana, yet she also did not have a slight slouch that Carmen had. Without thinking, I ran to the figure and wrapped my arms around her.

"Rosalinda!" I exclaimed. I felt tears streaming down my face.

Rosalinda gripped me for a second, before she released me and knelt down. She wrapped a wet towel around my head to cover my nose and mouth, matching the blue towel she is using to cover her face. "It will help you breath better," she explained.

"Where-?" I asked, but she cut me off.

"I don't know," Rosalinda said. She then carried me on her back without giving room for further talk. We moved in the quickest pace possible, although certainly Rosalinda has been slowed down by my weight. She did her best to weave her way around the house, avoiding the fire. Occasionally, she would cough, but that didn't deter her from moving forward.

Soon enough, we saw an exit. I felt Rosalinda regain the energy she had lost, rejuvenated by hope now that we were so close to freedom. We moved towards the exit as fast as we could, when suddenly, something burning fell in front of us. The exit was now smaller than it was a while ago.

Without hesitation, Rosalinda placed me down. "Go."

I clung to her arm, and shook her head. There is no way I'm leaving her here to die.

Rosalinda pushed me with all her might, so that I found myself outside the burning house despite my resistance. I looked back and tried to go back to her, but she smiled and shook her head. "Find help. I'll find another way to get out. I promise," I could hear her say.

I wanted to protest, but I knew that the more I wasted time, the less likely she is going to survive. I nodded and ran as fast as I could calling for help. Before long, firemen had put out the fire, and then they tried searching for survivors. There were none.

I hoped that Rosalinda managed to escape on her own. Maybe she was gone because she went to look for me? However, they were able to recover five charred bodies. Five bodies, for the five other members of my family. They were all dead.

I fell unconscious after wailing in agony upon seeing the five bodies. When I woke up, I could no longer remember anything. The social workers in the orphanage gave me a name: Jeremy. Eventually, I ran away and lived on the streets. I did not like it in the orphanage. Those social workers can't take care of children even if you shoot a bullet through their heads. I might as well live out here and look out for myself. At least I have my freedom, and no one can tell me what the fuck I should do with my life. Living out here required that I use my head, or else I would end up dead. I took any opportunity I could to survive. I begged. I stole. I did some errands for gangs and some syndicates. I never trusted anyone, nor told them about my past. The moment you show any sign of weakness, you could be killed.

But despite the darkness of my situation, I found some relief in drawing. I drew on scraps of paper I could find. While I don't remember anything from my past, sometimes, bits of memories seep in my drawings. Sometimes, I would draw a big house, a girl in a sexy black dress, another girl not facing the viewer and is wearing headphones to shield herself from her surroundings, or a middle-aged woman in a kitchen. More often, I find myself drawing this pretty girl with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and a laughing expression, as if somebody just told her the best joke in the world. Or, I find myself drawing a middle-aged man with a kind smile on his face. I held on to the hope that somehow, someday, I will remember everything.

I found myself in the Underground because I fell as I was running away from the police. There was this weird goat mom who took me in despite her obvious shock at my language and demeanor. She's quite nice, and after a while, I felt safe with her. Eventually, life became boring and repetitive. While I was with her, I made a friend: Frank. The Froggit is the first friend I've had as far as I could remember. He liked this place, but he had a certain longing for adventure. He has never left the Ruins, and he wanted to see the world outside.

"Hmm, Frank, what do you say we bust out of here?" I asked him.

Frank couldn't have responded differently if they had received a prophecy about them being the Chosen One who will free monsterkind from the Underground. "Wh-what d-did y-you say? Jeremy, that is insane!"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, I am grateful for everything Toriel has done for me. I truly appreciate it, but I am sick and tired of being here. This place really isn't my style! I wanted to feel safe for once in my life, but this safety is just so dull and boring that I could die. I want to go back out to the Surface, and live as I wish there. No rules, no restraints, no authorities telling me what I cannot do. Honestly, life is shit on the streets, but at least I feel alive. How about you, Frank? This is your dream, right? You wanna live, too? In that case, you and I have the same goal, so we should stick together, eh?"

Frank still looked cautious and hesitant, but I guess my words were having an effect on them. "You mean… You are going to take me to the Surface with you?"

I grinned at him. "Of course! I wanna show my pal the Surface and give 'em the chance to do whatever they want for a change."

Frank seemed as if they could burst from happiness, but they forced themselves to stay calm despite their trembling. "Do… do you promise you will really bring me to the Surface with you?"

I was taken aback by the question. I didn't expect Frank to put me in a position that required commitment. I hated commitment. However, looking at those big eyes, I could not find the heart to refuse that earnest wish. "Of course. You and I will both get out of here."

I felt a knot twist painfully in my gut. Frank… How are they? Come to think of it, I never managed to fulfill my promise to them? When we got out, we spent most of the time hiding and travelling only during night, to prevent encounters with the monsters who wanted me dead. However, in Hotland, there wasn't really anywhere to hide. I made my decision and killed an enemy who was stupid enough to attack me. That didn't really bode well with Frank, and they left me in disgust. I didn't expect to feel bad, considering that shit is in the past, but I still do. I wonder how they are now. Do they still hate me?

Ah snap out of it, Fernando! It doesn't mean jackshit. You're dead. You can't go back to them to apologize.

I then remembered how I died. I entered that lab, planning on stealing G and food since I don't have any left. I could recall the horror I felt when I saw those papers on that plain desk. I may not have understood everything written, but I grasped the general idea: a scientist was planning on creating artificial monsters that he will torture to find a way to break the Barrier. I may generally not like monsters that much, because everyone except Toriel tried to kill me at first glance, but this is a brand new level of fucked up evil. Unfortunately for me, the fucked up mad scientist found me, and I guess he killed me. I opened my eyes and found myself back in the darkness, with a ghost, an evil flower, and an injured child.

Kara beamed at me. "You remembered."

I crossed my arms at her. I was subconsciously aware of the fact that I had finally gained a more concrete form. "You little shit. You knew that was gonna happen, did ya?" I accused. Now, I realized her last question prodded me to remember my trait, and to ultimately remember everything else.

Kara gave me a sheepish grin. "You don't need rocket science to conclude that you are a Bravery SOUL. It's too blatant and in-my-face. But I didn't know that making you blab is enough to trigger your memories." She rolled her eyes in a joking manner. "You never cease to surprise me, you know?"

"Yeah? Well watch what else I can do!" I bragged. With that, I pushed harder towards the battle scene. I could sense Kara helping me fight Flowey for control over the body, but the renewed strength and vigor gave me the push I needed. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way. YOU BASTARD!" I screamed at Flowey.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was now in control of the body.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me, you weed!" I scoffed at Flowey. "I survived gangs, drug syndicates, the police, and the city streets. You've got nothing on me!"

"Fernando, quick, heal the kid now!" Kara ordered. I could sense Flowey trying to wrestle control from me, causing a shitty migraine, but the pain subsided just as quickly as it had arrived. "I'll hold him off. Just hurry," she said through gritted teeth.

Yeah, sure, like I know how to do healing magic. What the fuck do I do, just point at the kid and go Abra cadabra? Wingardium Leviosa?

Without me asking for it, what seemed like Kara's memories played in my head. Okay, so I just have to think of the nicest stuff in life, eh? That's a corny and lame way to do magic, meh, it gets shit done. I closed my eyes and focused on the moments of my childhood, when my dad would take me out to that steakhouse I loved. I remember those afternoons when we played football. I remembered those pranks Rosalinda and I played on people. The best prank was when we messed with Jana's summer dress, so she had a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of a photoshoot. As I opened my eyes, I found that the white gloves initially flying all over the place turned into green thumbs up things. Oh cool, did it work?

Kara didn't reply. For a moment, I was worried that maybe Flowey had destroyed her SOUL or something, before I heard her tired voice saying, "Just a bit more."

I frowned. Looks like I don't have much time left, huh? I looked at the child, who was hungrily chasing after the green floating stuff. Well, I guess that's enough proof it worked. And hey, their HP bar is almost full, and -

Fucking hell! My head hurts so much! I could now sense Flowey seizing control from me, but I grit my teeth and force him back.

"Not today, Satan", I say through gritted teeth. I force myself to remain in control, even if the child has already fully healed. I must not give him the opportunity to regain power. That's the fundamental rule of fighting: as much as possible, don't give your opponent a chance to get the upper hand.

"Fernando, let go," Kara said in a grave tone.

The shock nearly caused me to lose control. "Whose side are you really on?" I demanded.

"Of course I'm against Flowey, but you can't hold him off for long. Let go, and let's think things through. Let's come up with a better strategy to defeat him," Kara pleaded.

Whatever, bitch. I ignored her and continued resisting Flowey. Unfortunately, my grasp slipped, and I found myself being pushed back to the background. Flowey then continued his attack, firing flying green stuff that looked like a drunk game designer's masterpiece.

"That sucks. That didn't work," I mumbled unhappily.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Geez, you really are a meathead, huh?" she asked. She didn't sound too annoyed, though. It sounded almost like Jana or Rosalinda whenever they dealt with me.

I smirked at her. It was quite clear that I have a gift for annoying even the most Patient SOULs. "Yeah, Magical Girl, I guess I am." I laughed upon seeing Kara grimace at her new nickname. "But I want to defeat this overgrown weed once and for all. If we work together to beat him up, we go free. I can get on with my life, and you wouldn't have to see me ever again. It's a compromise we can both live with," I said with a wink.

I've always been fascinated by heroes beating up the bad guys and saving others. Even when I was in the streets and was technically working for "the bad guys", that small, childish dream still remained in my head. I don't know, maybe traces of my admiration for my dad and seeing him as some sort of hero lingered even after I forgot everything. Oh well. I guess here is my chance, eh? We won't gain anything from hiding here in the background like some pussy cowards. No one is going to save us here unless we act. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

A/N: Yep, Fernando was killed off by the version of Gaster in the Handplates AU. I'm just new to the Undertale fandom (only played after I learned of Delta Rune and got curious), so I haven't been exposed to a lot of AUs yet. But so far, I'm in love with this AU. It has an enticing story and complex characters. Go check it out if you haven't yet. Zarla is a genius.

Oh, and if there are other AUs that you want to recommend, please do. I want to see more Undertale stuff haha. Thanks :D