About the grammar, you guys do realize I give Sans speech all lowercase right?

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"I know, it seems early to take such action, but last time I ignored someone this long lives were lost." the voice told the woman across the room. His deep voice the kind to command an army but still be comforting enough to lull a child to sleep. "I will not have the dust of innocent monsters on my hands because I was too lazy to go looking for our lost human."

The lady sighed and shook her head, her furry paw pinching the bridge of her nose. "If you must… but know that this is a bad idea, Dreemurr. What if you go off and get killed? Who will the monsters here look up to? They will be scared. They will want to go back underground. They will fight. Then there will be more than just those gone looking for Frisk's dust on your hands too."

"I know Tori, but it must be done. I have already made up my mind. I know I am a terrible leader for this, but our dear Frisk has been missing for almost a week now." at saying this, Asgore grabbed his trademarked trident and slung it over his back. He then grabbed his cape and helmet and applied those too. "Listen, if I do not come back.. do not send anyone else. If I return I will wave a red flag if the child has fallen, and a yellow if the child has come back to us. My sincere apologies if anything goes wrong, but for now… goodbye, Toriel."

That being said, decked in his full battle gear, he walked out the front door of their home and walked off into the woods. In his hands he held a crudely drawn map by Sans on where he had thought Frisk might have gone. Only two locations were marked on the map, one in the deep forest. The other atop a mountain. Not just any mountain, but Mount Ebbot. Asgore knew where he needed to go.

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The climb up the mountain had been more dangerous than he had expected. Rocks occasionally fell down, the slopes were steep, and even the wildlife seemed to be unwelcoming to him. As he sat upon a ledge to rest, he couldn't help but think about how Frisk made this journey every month to drop flowers at his son Asriel's grave. He looked out over the crisp blue skies and the deep green and yellows he saw looking across the fields below the mountain. It was nice here. For once it was easy to see why this spot was recommended for Asriels burial spot once they decided to give him a burial near his death zone.

He took a deep breath in and let it out before standing up again and starting to claw his way up to the spot on the map. Lucky for him, between the convenience of the vines and beauty of the scenery it wasn't too bad. Within the next hour he was able to land upon the flat zone that was the resting place of his son Asriel and another tombstone without a name Frisk had insisted on placing there for some reason. Sans was delighted by their decision however, which was strange to everyone else… as usual.

Buttercup flowers scattered the area around the two graves, most likely the fallen humans doing. Besides the graves and flowers the outcropping was pretty bare. It was all well taken care of so there was no high grass to look through, and you can forget about litter since Frisk is usually the only one to come up this far. Upon further inspection he did notice something though. The space in front of the nameless grave looked… disturbed.

Asgore knew there was no body to be honored or stored there, so he slung out his trident and slammed it in front of the stone slab. He put all of his weight upon the weapon attempting to use it like a crowbar, and it worked. The tombstone head fell back revealing a combination lock. He smiled to himself as he remembered the numbers Frisk had chosen for their locker at school.

1234

He tried the combination and to his luck it opened with a satisfying click. He reached down and grabbed the handle that was well hidden in the side of the dirt, but as he pulled he found he was not strong enough. "Again." he told himself, pulling harder this time. Once again nothing happened.

After a moment of thinking he did something even he thought was a bad idea. He began to dig up the ground in front of the tomb, and to his luck the metal door seemed to have extended that far, and it had been rigged to carefully remove the dirt above it with a flip of the hidden switch. Oops, too far now.

Carefully, he tried to pry the door open again. It opened this time, and instead of an empty casket he found a staircase leading into the depths. This was what he was looking for. He lowered himself down, having to walk sideways due to his size, and eventually came across a door.

"Had to forget my security card didn't I?" he questioned himself. Not having any other options but to go back home and get it, he pried the door open the same way he did the tombstone. Inside there was machinery galore. All marked with strange symbols, but the masterpiece was in the center. A metal sphere with a door on it.

He stared at everything wide eyed, trying to take it all in, but found himself in quite the predicament as a figure came from behind. "Well, you're not supposed to be here." the voice said to him, seemingly coming from all around.

"Computer set the destination for Remnant again. It seems we have another visitor. Oh and fix the grass again too." These words were the last thing Asgore heard before he blacked out.

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Undyne sat in the chair uncomfortably. She had successfully found where Frisk was, but had no way to get to them or get back home. Well at least for now that is, she knew that she would kick everyone in this military compounds human butt if she needed to. Until then however, she was confined to the interrogation room. For the second day. Various people had come in and questioned her, names from Qrow to Ozpin and Peter to Pyrah. She didn't mind the questions, and they were nice here for the most part. What she really needed though was a protein shake and a sparring mate.

*Bzzt* the door went as yet another figure walked in. This time it was a man wearing all white with gray hair. Wonder what they would ask this time?

"Wondering what I could possibly want that I don't already know?" the man asked, his voice stern and commanding like Asgores, but without the niceness. "Well, I'm not here for the usual question. I'm here for an offer."

Undyne leaned forward a bit, this was something new alright. She intended to do whatever was necessary to get the hell out of this place. "Depends of the offer. Am I gonna be stuck behind a desk?!"

He laughed at her. "No no no. I'm fully aware that you are a fighter and am not very keen on keeping talent on the back lines of the battlefield." He then turned his head from looking away or around her to leaning in, his head resting upon his white gloved hands. "We suspect a terrorist attack by a group named the White Fang will happen soon in a place known as Haven. My home country. I don't see why I would keep you locked up in here while you want to be out there with us."

"You know me pretty well huh hotshot? Well here's some news for you! I have demands too! I want coverage on Frisk so I can watch over the little pipsqueak, full disclosure of my story, and assurance that I will be able to leave when Frisk does!" she yelled at him, the only thing keeping her back was the handcuffs on the chair. Much to her surprise, she got a laugh in return.

"That can be arranged then, and that's a deal. I'll see you in the morning private Undyne." and he then got up and left the room, leaving a dumbfounded fish girl in his trail. Now things were going to get interesting.

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It would take a whole day of paperwork and flights but it was finally Undynes time to shine. She laid there in her bunk bed, all of her human comrades assigned to the same unit doing the same or wandering around the room; Waiting for one of the two doors in the room to open up. She couldn't help but think of what her first combat experience would be like. Good thing she wouldn't have to wait too long.

The door to the battle room was opened as their signature color, Brown, filled the computerized floor tiles effectively giving them directions on where to go. Every once in awhile the tiles would become tiled as another group passed by, but it was mostly them until they arrived in a room filled with benches and a single large gladiator style door. A bit dramatic, yes, but she didn't mind it. In fact it filled her with even more determination to win. Suddenly a big number "1" appeared over the door.

"Hey Fish sticks, I want you in the arena first. Newbies don't last very long so we send you guys out to give us some leg room while we wait." the commander of her unit taunted her. It was sadly an order however, but she would show them! She would make it to level ten and rub it in all of their faces!

The rules of the arena were simple. One on One. If you won your match then you move onto level 2. Once again a One on One battle would occur at this level, but this time the enemy would be another level 2 fighter like you were. This totem pole would keep going until level 10. If you won the match at level 10 then you would be considered for a promotion or relocation into another skill group. Winning these arena fights were the only way to leave the training camp, or at least she had heard.

She watched as the doors opened and she stepped out of the chamber into a rectangular room with about ten pillars holding it up. Blue lights shone on the walls and the room crystal clear. To her far, far right there was a views panel where a group of people stood, most likely her evaluators. She was snapped out of her evaluation of the room when a door on the other side of the room opened and her challenger appeared, sword in hand and ready to make anyone a shish-kebab.

"Finally don't have to hold back!" Undyne told herself as the screen in the top of the room counted down. 3… 2… 1…

And she was off, immediately into a dash and impaling her opponent to the point that their "aura" as they called it here dropped to one and the fight was over. The student was rushed out of the room.

"LEVEL 1 COMPLETE. NOW ENTERING LEVEL 2." The announcer… well announced. She watched the heavy doors open up again and spit out yet another victim. This one was wielding two daggers. Two easy in her opinion. Once again she looked up at the screen countdown. 3… 2… 1…

The two charged each other. Undyne cursed herself for not thinking that with daggers as a weapon he would try to get up close. The boy came in close for a strike and she was barely able to dodge his attack. Instead of summoning a sphere and ruining the element of surprise, she just picked him up and suplexed him right there on the spot. His Aura, or hit points as she saw it, fell to 1. Level two was over.

"LEVEL 2 COMPLETE. SKILL LEVEL CALIBRATED. SKIPPING TO LEVEL 7." The voice spouted off. Good thing she saved all her good moves for last. Out came another soldier, who this time wore something that was worth mentioning. He wore an old western style outfit and two gun holsters at each side. Undyne felt a pang of sadness as she thought of the human they had killed in the underground who wore similar clothing. Oh well, this kid was asking for it this time.

"Good luck mam`." he nodded to her, tipping his wide cowboy hat. She sent him a quick nod back in response. "You.. uh.. too?"

The countdown above began to run down for the third time. 3… 2… 1…

Instead of running forward this time Undyne ran for cover behind the closest pillar. She had learned the hard way not to rush into someone using a gun. As she heard the footsteps fast approaching from her backside she pulled out her trusty shield. The cowboy leaped out from around the side of the pillar and shot, attempting to hit Undyne but to his surprise hitting her shield instead. As he continued to fall to the ground she came up with a quick shield bash and knocked him out cold. The fight was over once again with astonishing speed.

"LEVEL 7 COMPLETE. SKILL LEVEL RECALCULATED. SKIPPING TO LEVEL 10." 'Uh oh' She thought, seeing the lights in the room change from blue to red. As she looked behind her she saw the faces of her teammates up against the gate, but as she turned back around she saw her enemy. He wore all black, like a ninja of some sort. His weapon of choice was dual wielding daggers again. These were different in design however as these had a second blade coming from the back of the hilts. Perfect.

3… 2… 1…

And the final round began. Immediately Undyne wasted no time getting distance from him. Unlucky for her, he was as fast as he was dangerous and was in her face faster than she could get away.

She felt a slash as the two daggers ran across her chest piece and her HP dropped. The monitor showed it too, and it was all too happy to bring it down again as he landed yet another blow against her. She summoned a spear and joust it at him, not in an attempt to do damage but to get her some distance. It was time to get serious.

"Battle sequence!" She yelled, and in response the world around them dimmed and the boy glowed red. He stood in the middle of the room shocked at the sight in front of him. No longer did this seem like an easy victory for him, but at least her aura remained at half.

"W-what did you do?!" he asked her, pointing his knives at her demanding answers. After getting no response he made a dash to hit her but found there was no way for him to move.

"I initiated a battle. Any monster can do it, which makes sense why you've never seen it before. You can't move while it's not your turn, but when it is make the move count!" she shouted at him, summoning a wave of spears to shower around him, only nicking his shoulder but effectively counting as a hit on his Aura. "Your turn!"

The boy nodded as he seemed to get the idea and he ran full speed at Undyne, only to miss as he was expecting her to counterattack. "You missed! Now it's my turn!" she said to him, waving her spear making it turn a green shade for a moment. To his surprise the red color that originated from him turned the same green color. "Now face danger head on punk!"

His HP was brought down to about one fourth remaining before he understood what she meant and was able to defend himself. He was a quick learner but Undyne had the advantage as she kept changing what he knew about her battle style.

It was his turn again as he ran forward for another slice. Direct hit this time as Undynes Aura was sent plummeting into the danger zone. She smiled wildly as she became engrossed with the battle, happy to have a proper opponent. "NOW IT'S MY TURN PUNK!" She yelled. Instantly a wave of new arrows came his way as he struggled to keep up with the pace.

Left Left Left Left Right Right Up Up Up Up Up Right Right Left Left Left Up Down Down Up Up Left Right Down. The barrage just kept coming and his HP kept dropping bit by bit until the darkness around the two dissipated and the lights in the room changed back to normal.

"STAGE DRAW. REASON: TIME. . . DISMISSED." the voice over the intercom informed them. The ninja boy sheathed his daggers and held out his hand to Undyne. She reached out and shook it. "The name's Undyne." she told the figure, slinging her shield over her back making it dissipate.

"Name's Raven, but let's keep that between you and me alright?" he told her. At hearing their voice Undyne realized that that wasn't a boy at all, but instead an older woman.

Raven. She would remember that name.

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Everything had fallen into a routine now for the two teams. Schoolwork, letting Frisk and Sans wander around town to see new things afterwards, and then eating together in the cafeteria and attempting to ditch Yang and Sans who had increasingly become best friends. Life was good, and everyone was excited for Yangs match in a few days too. No one could wait to see the outcome. Even if she did lose they knew they would support her.

Frisk however was feeling homesick. They missed Asgore and Papyrus and Toriel and Undyne and Muffet and Froggit and everyone else. The temptation to reset was almost irresistible, but Frisk stayed determined. If they did reset, it wouldn't be the same. Well Sans would most likely but no one else.

'I wonder what dad's doing back home?' 'Did you really just call Asgore DAD? Seriously I don't get how kids like you can think like that. It's… unnerving to say the least.' 'Oh shut it Chara you're just grumpy that with my new friends I'm not gaining anymore EXP and you're stuck at LOVE 3.' 'Touche`'

Frisk had come to love their new friends here just as much as the ones back home. Each one had their own little kinks and it made everyone feel all unique even though everyone here was working towards the same path. Having friends like these filled them with Determination. And it fel-

"Hey Frisk, mind if I borrow you?" Coco asked, kneeling slightly to get on their level. Frisk looked over at Ruby, who heard Coco's question, and got a nod in response. So Frisk got up and threw their trash away then followed Coco out of the cafeteria and all the way to team CFVY's room.

Coco opened the door and let Frisk in, but to their alarm team CFVY was not inside. Instead a different set of people were inside. One had green hair and dark skin, Frisk recognized her and her friends, it was Emeralds team. It was the last person in the room they did not recognize. A dark haired woman stood amidst them, her eyes seemingly a fire themselves.

Frisk glanced behind them to see Coco dissipate into the air. She was an illusion. But how? How was that po-

"Welcome to the fun zone kid. Any last words before you wanna say before we give you your prize?" Mercury asked, his normal laid back and cool self replaced with a murderous vibe. The black haired lady only laughed. "Don't worry I'll knock you out fast."

'What was that about LOVE level Frisk?' 'I won't let you hurt them Chara!' Frisk backed up against the now closed door and whimpered, pulling out their stick for defense. "I-I'm warning you! I don't want to hurt anyone!" they warned, but received a chorus of laughter. "I'm serious!" 'Give in little one. I promise there will be chocolate if you doo~'

"Night night pal." Mercury responded, deciding that this charade had gone long enough. He swung his foot and expected to make direct contact with Frisks delicate head, but instead saw blood red eyes looking back at him, his foot twisted with a sickening crunch in their hands. "Oops. Guess Frisk forgot to mention the demon inside them huh? Oh well. I'm gonna enjoy sending all of your souls to hell."

Chara smiled wickedly and let out a deranged laugh as the transformation finished and their outfit changed colors. 'Don't kill them!' Frisk pleaded in the back of their mind, but Chara had no remorse for the five people in the room as they began a hurricane of wild slashes around the room. Frisk could only watch in horror as their HP's dropped lower and lower. It was at this point that Frisk struggled to stay determined; it seemed that there was no hope in saving these people. In turn.. Chara gained even more control. It wasn't until someone opened the door that Frisk regained hope. As the door creaked open all the fighting came to a halt to see the new figure approach.

"heya. guess it was a bold move by the author to stick me in here, huh?"

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There ya go folks! I once had another FanFic, I might have mentioned it before, but It didn't do so well as I was still a very crappy author. Glad to see I haven't improved. In all seriousness I wrote about 20k words in that story in about three months. Got about 200 views total and 9 Reviews. So After getting these reviews every chapter I post I was extremely happy and sat here for six hours straight writing you guys the longest chapter yet, and hopefully the most action packed. Only ten more story days until the fight with Pyrah happens, and the storm afterwards as well. A big thank you to the reviewers who gave me the determination and ideas to write this chapter. As for Mad God, Your review made me decide NOT to ship Sans and Yang (Sorry mrtacomam, Hate for Yang to have a bad time). As for forgotname, We might see something like that occur as Frisk's LOVE rises, if it rises further that is. The only reason Cinder and Co. aren't destroying Frisk right now is because they're still in beacon and if they make a mess their entire revolution idea is off. Oh, and Chara. Chara's a good reason. Thank's HeroBladeRiyet, and to Pony… I ran it through a grammar checker and such, found a few errors that I'll update with the next chapter but I think the main thing is that you haven't realized I type Sans with all lowercase. He's so lazy he won't even talk in capitals like a normal character. Guest, trust me when I say this. Frisk has quite the battle setup coming for them. I won't make Frisk OP, but I definitely won't under power them either. Everyone will play a key in Frisk surviving in this twisted land. And every time they rely on Chara consequences will appear. You'll see eventually… hopefully :P

A big thank you for all you readers, leave a review if you wanna see the next chapter put up a bit faster or maybe even a bit longer! As always, thank you for reading!