You could easily remember the way to MT resort, as if you had gone there everyday for your entire life. The Underground was still and quiet, even the shadows decided not to stir. Walking the cavern, you repeated to yourself what Undyne had told you so you wouldn't forget.

"Go to the Core, find Mettaton," you mumbled, as the light from the resort came into view, "Shouldn't be too hard, right?"

If it's anything like before, Frisk chimed in, He'll be waiting for you.

If he's even still alive, Roxas added, How do we know we can trust him? Isn't he made to kill humans?

He has a soul and a dream, same as everyone else down here, Frisk frowned.

From what I understand, that still doesn't stop his primary purpose. I really have a bad feeling about this.

You need to give him a chance. He-

No! Roxas's temper made you stop in your tracks. You looked back at both of them, Frisk looking sad and Roxas angry. They didn't talk much to each other, but you were beginning to see why, Why should we trust you to save this world? You're the reason it's in such bad shape! We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your actions!

You blinked, surprised at his outburst. It's true, you had thought that once for a moment, but, it wasn't something you held onto. Frisk wasn't fully to blame here, but, that part of you where Roxas resides still believes they are. Still, you couldn't find it in you to fully believe it.

You're right. You and Roxas both look at Frisk in surprise, It is my fault. But that's exactly why I'm trying so hard now to fix it. I want to do what's right for this world. They looked down sadly, They deserve that.

Roxas scoffed, folding his arms. He looks at you, Well? What do you think?

You scratch your head as you weigh the options. It was tough, but there was really only one way to fix the Underground, "Man, there's really only one way to get through this. We have to trust that Frisk really knows what they're talking about."

Roxas narrows his eyes, I knew it. Do what you have to. I won't interrupt anymore. But don't come crawling to me when you need a hand. With that, he disappeared, his voice going silent in your head.

I'm sorry... Frisk said, looking up at you, But this really is the only way.

You smile at them, "Don't worry about him, he'll come around. Let's just find Mettaton and get this show on the road!" You throw your fist in the air as you turn and run towards the resort. Frisk smiles a little before disappearing to join you.

The Core hums softly in the background as you enter. Though it is quiet otherwise, you can't help but think something is following you. Glancing back a few times, you see you are alone. With a sigh, you walk to the elevator in the center and ride it to the top floor.

Frisk had told you that Mettaton would be at the top. He would be waiting. They also told you to be prepared in case something were to happen. Mettaton would be ready for a fight, he's just as desperate as everyone else to leave the underground.

The elevator slowed to a stop, opening it's doors to the brightly lit hallway. You step out cautiously and glance to your left.

"This is it." You take a deep breath and take your keyblade in your hand, "It's now, or never."

You step in through the doorway and walk ahead. The hum of the core fades away, swallowed by the darkness surrounding you. It was difficult to make out the path in front of you, but a dim light ahead of you seemed to shine the way. You approach it, cautious to see where it is coming from. The closer you get, the more familiar it seems. You stop just a few feet from it, staring in confusion.

It was a broken down machine. The grid on the font face lit up faintly now and then. Even though the metal frame was damaged, there was no mistaking what it was.

You step closer to it, keeping your keyblade gripped tight in your hand as you reach out to the machine, "Mettaton?" The grid blinked an M in response, "Can you hear me?"

There was a whirring coming from him, then, as the M lit up consistently, though faintly, "Hu...man.." you could make out the word through the static.

You step closer to the robot and kneel in front of him, reaching your free hand out to gently touch the LED screens. You could feel Frisk's apprehension grow the closer you came.

"Golly, seems like you're too late to help him," a voice pierced the darkness behind you, "But you should be accustomed to that."

You stand and turn abruptly as the voice cackles out. It's Flowey, sticking out of he ground right by the door. You look confused as you tilt your head and walk closer to him. But Frisk stops you.

Wait, Sora, something isn't right, they said, standing in front of you, Flowey isn't supposed to be here.

You shake your head and step around them, "Don't worry, I can handle this."

Flowey tilted his head, smiling, "Have you lost your mind or do you always talk to yourself."

You stand in front of him and kneel down a little, "I wasn't talking to myself." You say without thinking.

Flowey processed that for a moment. He blinked, looking up at you, "They were right then. You really do have another soul."

You stare at him, wondering how it is you should answer. You can feel Frisk in the back of your mind, pulling you back, urging you to leave, but you stay put. You sit on the ground in front of Flowey, placing your keyblade over your lap.

"Yes, that would explain why it's just you here. And not them."

You shake your head in protest, "It's just me here. It has been this entire time."

"In this timeline, maybe," Flowey insists, "But not before. Frisk should be here to fight Mettaton right now. Or just dance. Whatever."

You turn back and glance at Mettaton, who has now gone completely dark. Something seemed to break him, but you weren't sure what.

"Of course... Now that you're here," Flowey started, the sinister tone to his voice making you turn back to him, "We can have some real fun."

Flowey cackled out as the shadows shifted around him, shaking the ground beneath you both. You struggle to get to your feet as the tremors build in power and knock you back down again. You fall to the edge of the platform, dropping your keyblade over the edge.

"No no no!" You exclaim, reaching for it, trying to summon it back, "Get back here! Please!"

"Oopsie!" You hear Flowey, his voice a bit distorted as he vanishes into the dark, "Looks like you're trapped in the dark without a flashlight."

You hop back to your feet in time to see Mettaton's form changing shape, darkness emanating from the back of him as it lifted him in the air. The lights on his screen began to flash different colors as the glaring darkness poured out from him. You cover your face as the gust blows you back, threatening to knock you off once again. As you look up again, you stare in astonishment as Mettaton's body changed completely.

He had a full body form, though his face was still blank like a screen. His arms reached out to the sides, knives replacing his fingers, elbows, and shoulders. Though his EX for had seemed "sharp" before, Frisk noted to you that this was much more sinister. Wings spring from his back as he lands back on his feet.

The screen on his face changes then, resembling Flowey's mocking smile.

"Ooh, this is... Weird," Flowey's voice came from the screen, distorted and mixed with a deeper undertone that had belonged to Mettaton, "Is this what its like to have arms?" He cackles again as he steps closer to you, "I could get used to that."

"Whoa! Flowey, how'd you-" you slowly stand as the shaking and gusts die down.

Flowey quickly swung a hand at you. You barely had enough time to react as you jump back out of the way, "Darkness is a funny thing," he slammed his hand at you as you jump around him, starting to circle around, "This is much easier than stealing the human souls."

You run around him, jumping and ducking out of the way as he swings his arms around at you. You push on past the pain, even though I was quickly exhausting you. You jump back, stepping back from him to catch your breath, "Why, Flowey?" You ask him, "Giving in to the darkness... What about your heart? If you aren't careful, you-"

"Are you really so stupid?" Flowey interrupted you, laughing again, "How can I lose something I never even had?!" He roared out in anger as he charges you, his knife fingers slicing through the air and landing right at your feet.

You scurry out of the way and run to the opposite side of the battlefield, "This isn't good..." You look down at your hand, trying to summon your keyblade. You frown, closing your empty fist as you look up at Flowey again, "I can't do this on my own, he's too strong!"

You step back, watching as Flowey spots you again and begins to move towards you. You close your eyes as you hit a wall, trying to not focus on the clanging sound of his steps as he slowly approaches. Just as the sound gets close to you, it's speeds up. You hear the whirring as he winds his arm back once again to swing at you. You tense, ready to feel it.

As the sound of metal clanging and scraping against the wall rings in your ears, you fall back and everything fades away.

"Sora!"

The snowy scape had been quiet and still. The wetlands only sounds came from the running water. The lava bubbling at the bottom of the cavern of Hotland was deafening. The echo of her voice rung far, but always came back with nothing.

Toriel walked the halls of the underground as she hadn't in far too long. The monsters she passed seemed to pay her no mind. All of them seemed concerned with something else, but she didn't ask what.

She walked through the darker part of the cavern, following a bright light that came from a building with MTT written over the door. Toriel approached it curiously.

"Like, can you even believe it?"

"I know! It's so, like, heartbreaking!"

"For you maybe..."

As she walked towards the door, Toriel heard voices coming from around the corner of the building. She walked around it to see who was there and saw three monsters, two cats and an alligator.

"Like, sorry, lady," one of the cats said, a paw to her face, "Our shop is totally closed."

"Yeah, we're like, in mourning right now," the alligator added.

"They're in mourning," the other cat said, looking much happier than them as he took a drag from his cigarette, "I'm celebrating."

"Forgive my intrusion," Toriel nodded, "I'm sorry for your loss. But, I'm looking for someone."

The three looked at each other, then back at Toriel, "Someone like who, lady?"

"Please, call me Toriel."

"I'm Bratty, and this is Catty," the alligator said, pointing to the girl cat.

"Yeah," Catty smiled, "And this is Burgerpants."

The other cat seemed to tense, breaking his cigarette in his fingers. He looked at Toriel, "That, is not mY NAME."

Toriel tilted her head at him, "Sorry, Mr. Pants, I'm in a bit if a hurry, you see."

Burgerpants just scowled and looked at Bratty and Catty. But the girls were just looking at Toriel, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm looking for a human child."

The three of them looked surprised, Bratty and Catty both confused, "A human? Like, there's never been a human down here in ever." Catty said.

"Yeah, like, I think we're a bit overdue for one though."

"I saw the little weirdo."

All eyes turned to Burgerpants as he folding his arms, his ear twitching in irritation.

"You did?" Toriel asked him.

Burgerpants nodded, "He went into the Core. He didn't stop to say hey or anything, he just ran by. Little weirdo."

Toriel looked up at MTT resort, "Through there?"

Burgerpants looked where she did, "Yeah, straight back through. But I don't think-"

"Thank you very much, Burgerpants," Toriel smiled at him and hurried off into the building.

"THATS NOT MY NAME!" Burgerpants yelled, "MY NAME IS-"

"Stop yelling, Burgerpants," Bratty sighed, "You voice, like, echoes out here."

"Yeah, Burgerpants," Catty winked at him, "It's like, ear piercing. Please."

Burgerpants put his face in his hands and just sighed, slumping his shoulders. He leaned against the wall in defeat.

"Damn, I miss Mettaton."