Today was the day. The day that the Tournament of Wings would begin. This competition took place once a year, it was a major event for the people of the Underground. Human tourists would pass through, taking pictures of the battles that would take place. Frisk was the only native human who would be participating. The event took four guilds in the Underground and made a competition that allowed them to compete for a guild title. This years title sounded more ominous than the others, Angels of Death. Most monsters and humans were a little… surprised at the dark title, but the Core was never wrong. The Core would send a title, the Queen and King would announce it, that's how it was. Monsters were busy closing their shops and getting ready to leave for the battle stadium in the Capital.
Sans was roaming the crowded streets of the capital, keeping an eye out for his fellow guild members. He was confident in their power. They had been practicing for this tournament since they had been chosen as one of the guilds that would be competing. Undyne could now fully form her spears and throw them in the blink of an eye. Papyrus could manipulate his bones to be intangible and move quickly across a great distance. Alphys was able to create all types of poisons and cures, being their doctor. Frisk had also been practicing, but their fire magic was recently a bit weaker, as if the emotions that fueled their flames had been dampened.
Deep in thought, Sans didn't notice when he ran into a small form. He looked down, breaking into a grin.
"Geez kid, sorry 'bout that, wasn't paying attention there." He smiled sheepishly. Frisk shook their head and decided to tag along, walking beside him. The silence was peaceful.
Sans turned as something caught his eye, there was a shine of gold across the street, but only gold eyes met his gaze. The monster the eyes belonged to seemed to be a goat, who smiled at him and waved. Waving back, Sans looked back to check on Frisk. His eye sockets widened as he looked at the human. Frisk was staring at the stranger in horror and slight fear. Sans quickly whipped around again to see if he had missed something, but no one was there, the monster seemed to have simply vanished into thin air.
"Come on Sans! We're gunna be late for the tournament!" Sans slowly shook himself out of his shock. He stopped Frisk.
"Let's just take one of my shortcuts." He winked. Sans led Frisk into an alley, quickly teleporting to their location, which was the practice room in the battle stadium. The rooms occupants jumped in surprise as he abruptly appeared in the center of the room. Undyne was quick to pick the human up and give them a bone-crushing hug.
"Where were you guys? Two more minutes and they would've shut the gates on you!" Frisk smiled guiltily.
Sans shrugged,"It's not like you guys can't beat all the others without us." He smiled as the others blushed at the compliment. They were interrupted by the magic announcement speakers. A bored male's voice blared out.
"And now to introduce the guilds who will be competing today!"
The group quickly made their way to the gate, waiting for their guild's name to be announced.
"First, we have the Punny Snowdrakes!"
Sans snickered and elbowed Frisk in the side, who also giggled. Papyrus let out an audible groan and facepalmed.
"Next, the Amalgamates!"
The group looked at each other in confusion, they had never heard of that particular guild. Amalgamates? None of them had ever met any monster who seemed to fit that category.
"Now, there's…" The announcer's voice faltered, grunting in confusion."The….pet pet pet?" Sans grinned. That was the group of local dog monsters who grouped together, bonding over their mutual affection for petting.
"Last but not least, we have the...Spaghetti lovers?" The title was Papyrus' idea, with Undyne supporting him and no one else caring enough to argue, it stuck. Thankfully, if they won, their title would change.
Papyrus charged forward with enthusiasm, carrying the human on his shoulders. Undyne and Alphys sprinted to keep up. Sans grinned, it was finally time, he pushed all thoughts bothering him to the side, readying his magic. It was time to dunk some losers.