Alright, here's the penultimate song fic for derpology. I got the idea to use this song based on the slightly altered lyrics by LemonLight Productions. To see their video, look up "god help the outcasts undertale"; it should be the first one you see. The actual song, of course, is "God Help The Outcasts" from "The Hunchback of Notre Dame". See you at the bottom of the page.

God Help the Outcasts

Takes place after Em bomb's Nora's country, after Nora convinces her boss not to fight back against Em, and before Nora meets Tokyo.

Nora stood outside her house—was it even a house? More like a mini-mansion—and gazed up into the blue sky. Despite how cold it was getting, she found the landscape around her home beautiful, and she knew she would love every second she'd get to explore. It was a small blessing, though, given what had happened only days before.

Nora closed her eyes and breathed in the cold, clean air. She wondered if Devon could see her. Would he be proud of what she was trying to do? Or would he react the way Em had, with anger and disappointment?

She shook her head. Thinking like that wouldn't get her anywhere. Though, now that she was on the subject of those watching her…

Nora looked up at the sky again. "I don't know if you can hear me," she sang quietly, "or if you're even there. I don't know if you would listen to a country's prayer."

She gazed up at a nearby cherry blossom tree. "Yes, I know I'm just an outcast; I shouldn't speak to you. Still, I look up there and wonder: weren't you once an outcast, too?"

She wrapped her blanket around herself a little more tightly to keep out the cold. "God help the outcasts, hungry from birth. Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth. God help my people who look to you still. God help the outcasts, or nobody will…"

Nora closed her eyes again and swayed in the wind. "They ask for wealth… They ask for fame... They ask for glory to shine on their name. They ask for love they can possess... They as for God and his angels to bless them…!"

Nora paused to breath. Singing probably wasn't the best medicine for five hundred bombs to the face, but she was almost done. "I ask for nothing! I can get by, but I know so many less lucky than I! Please help my people, the poor and down-trod. I thought we all were the children of God."

"God help my outcasts, the children of God…" She whispered this last line, and reached up to trace the end of a cherry tree branch.

"Nora-san?" Nora didn't turn, but heard Japan walk up behind her. "You should be inside; you're not well enough to move yet!"

"Isn't it beautiful?" Nora asked, not looking away from her cherry tree. "I'm so glad these were spared from the attack.

"Hai, they are lovely, aren't they? But now is not the time to admire them. Please, come inside."

Nora nodded… then kept nodding her head.

"Nora-san?"

She breathed deeply and swayed slightly. Japan sighed, scooped her up into his arms, and carried her inside.

Oh, Japan cares about Nora; isn't that cute? I can't wait to see more of their interactions in the future.

Anyway, the next one is the last one, so I hope you had a good ride. If you like what I've written, consider checking out my other stories and song fics. I've got a lot of them, so there's plenty to choose from. So anyway, leave a review, tell me what you thought, and I'll see you tomorrow. Until then!