AN: AIEEEEEEEEEEE I HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIMING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Explanation time: I totally skimped on my future plans because I had so much shit occur in between. Now that my friends are bullying me to continue this old shame of mine, I shall honor their wishes and continue this story against all odds. Hope you three are happy lmao
Also, one of said extorters-uh, I mean friends has made a twitter account for this story. I don't know why they did this, but it gives me psychic damage whenever I look at it and I implore you look at it too: /UnderspaceTM
I dunno if I actually will continue this story beyond this chapter, but hey, weirder shit has occurred. Like the events of this chapter! Take a looksie.
Underspace Chapter 3: Continuance
On top of a mountain that very few travel on, there stood a man looking into a hole in the ground, arms crossed and eyes the definition of seriousness. His black cloak flowed silently and lazily behind him, revealing hardened muscle and body armor.
This man had plenty of experience under his belt. A lifetime of training, battle and near-death experiences turned what was an innocent boy into a hardened, nigh emotionless warrior. To say his mere presence was a visage of death would be an understatement.
So when he learned from his meditations of a new, all powerful Evil befalling the world, naturally he had to take up the offer. This was his livelihood and purpose, after all.
His mission was clear. Enter the Underground, locate the Lost Traveler, and destroy the Evil inside. The presence that followed the Lost Traveler is an unearthly power, and one that cannot take hold in such a well protected area. What that Evil could bring is the sort of thing that could end the world, maybe even the heavens as well if it was let loose too far.
Furthermore was the threat that the Evil passively acted as: A spreader of madness, an animator of the resting dead, a god in immobile form. This Marker would be most dangerous if left to its own devices, especially if it gains access to the beings below. If the Marker found out of the ancient power that lay below…
Steeling himself for the inevitable bloodbath below, Ryu Hayabusa descended into a Hell in the making.
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Isaac was shook. Not necessarily freaking out, or tearing shit up, or even lying on the floor crying from his realization.
Just shook. Mildly surprised. A tinge of apathy, maybe?
The fact that he could be a walking Marker was, surprisingly enough, not that far out of an idea. If the damn things could revive the dead and talk to people, maybe they can transmit a more permanent part of themselves into the people they influence the most. Maybe they can latch on like a parasite, hitching a ride on an unsuspecting and unwilling host.
Or maybe Isaac was guesstimating and trying to ignore the fact that he just mercy killed the (so far) only friendly person he has encountered in this fucking place.
Stomping Toriel's brains in was something he felt both empty and, horribly enough, nostalgic about. How many times has he turned a Necromorphs head into an expressionist art piece on the ground? Or left a torso in pieces from a good few whacks? Was he getting complacent with it now? All this violence and death melding into the person he is?
Engineer his ass. Isaac was more of a killer than an engineer at this point.
He shook his head of these thoughts. Getting caught up in his most recent kill was not a good idea right now. He had a goal: Get to the surface, and AWAY from Earth. Maybe then he could think of some way to remove the Marker's influence from himself, some way to finally rid himself of the evil that has plagued his life.
Suicide, ironically enough, was not something he wanted. Resigning himself to a possible death, sure, but he still desired life. He didn't fight just to end it all afterwards. The Kellion didn't die a horrid death just for Isaac to blow his brains out. The Sprawl didn't die just so he could selfishly self terminate.
Isaac was gonna live dammit. He lived before, and he's gonna live now.
He marched onwards, Plasma Cutter at the ready and Elite Advanced Suit prepared to defend him. Going down the stairs in Toriel's house, he found himself before a great gate. It was the exact same dark purple as the stone around him was colored, monolithic and tall. Again, that insignia was stamped on it, the wings and heart of some unknown civilization. He briefly wondered how long those gates had been there for, who built them and why.
None of that mattered. He pressed onward, pushing the two great doors apart and into another hallway. He walked down this singular path, ready to throw down and fight anything in his path.
A dark entrance awaited him after a few moments of walking. Up ahead, a bed of grass and a single flower. A yellow flower.
Fucking dammit.
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Flowey was giggling a lot recently. That meeting with the Iron Man had given him a LOT to think about, and soon he realized just how small he was thinking. The Moons had shown him such wonderful things… Big, meaty things that lived to kill, and killed to live. They just GOT him. Their philosophies lined up, their tastes lined up, their goals lined up; it was a match made in Heaven.
The plan so far was simple. Make a Marker, get the idiots to go stir crazy around it, and commence Convergence. Then and only then would his new friends welcome him as one of theirs, a true brother. Kindred spirits.
Friends, huh. Once upon a time Flowey disregarded that concept. It seemed like such a weak thing so long ago, when the tragedy occurred. But the Moons showed him his blindness, and how even now people could bond in actions like this. Flowey was glad, really. Genocide all by his lonesome seemed so appealing before, but now he couldn't picture carnage without the voices in his head congratulating him.
Oh look, an idiot approaches right now. And judging from that telltale clanking, the Iron Man was making his approach! Flowey readied himself, and put on a "fake" smile. Not too unhinged, but just friendly enough to keep pretenses up. No reason to kill him now, after all. A fledgling brother was birthing in this one, and Flowey wasn't one for fratricide.
Not yet, at least.
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Hayabusa landed square in the middle of the mountain's bottom. His enhanced Ninja reflexes and techniques ensured the several hundred meter drop would do no harm; besides, it would take even higher heights to even give a consideration of pause.
His senses gave him everything he needed to know; the Evil has made landfall, and has entered the Underground. Moreover, death has stained the floors of this place. Already, tragedy is following in this Marker's wake.
He dashes through the rudimentary traps and hallways, his speed reaching the superhuman grace of a Master Ninja. Running across walls, hopping entire pathways, running on water: Toriel's former defense methods were rendered childs play before the Dragon Ninja. It took no time at all before he befell Toriel's home.
Her presence was not detected. Toriel indeed was dead.
Hayabusa found the dust remains of his former liaison in this place, one of the few people he knew that hailed not from humanity, but monster kind. Ironic that his destiny, steeped in the blood of monsters, would involve the friendship of one too.
A shame, really. Toriel was a peaceful being; whoever did this was quick and brutal, judging from the two burn marks and visible boot indentation on the floor. A surgically precise end. The Evil's presence was strong here: Whispers of madness echoed across the once pristine room.
A prayer for her soul to find peace was silently uttered. Ryu would have done more, but far more dire stakes were at hand. He turned away from the impromptu grave of his ally, and headed towards the only logical pathway: Snowden.
If the Evil managed to get to Snowden, this situation could drastically worsen. The last thing he needed was the body count rising further, especially with the situation as is for the Underground. The risen dead was not something they needed.
Ryu sped off down the stairs and towards the entrance to Snowden, heart steeled and blade prepared for blood.
There would be great violence this day.
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End AN: Holy crap finally got this done lol. Imma be honest this has been left in my brain for so long, but then as explained above I told my friends, and now it's an in-joke for us that haunts me to no end. So now this bit is done, and it'll prolly take another while before I make another chapter as to space (Heehee) myself out. As always, leave constructive criticism, yell at me for not updating for several years, and comment on whatever tickles your fancy.
Chow homies!