Hide and Seek
Papyrus was bored. Undyne was cleaning her spear. The skeleton glanced at his mentor's work.
"WHY ARE YOU CLEANING AN ENERGY SPEAR?" Papyrus asked.
Undyne groaned, "Why do you ask so many questions?"
"NO, REALLY. THAT'S AN ENERGY SPEAR YOU PULL OUT OF THIN AIR. IT CAN'T BE DIRTY THAT QUICK. IT WAS MADE A FEW MINUTES AGO, OUT OF ENERGY." Papyrus informed. "WHY DO YOU CLEAN IT?"
"I clean it because I want to, okay?" Undyne said, pulling away her MTT rag from the spear. "There's nothing else to do here." She continued cleaning her spear.
"THERE'S PLENTY OF STUFF TO DO HERE! THERE'S..." Papyrus looked around at the monster-crowded room. He tried to spot any games they could play or anything of entertainment value, but his poor mind couldn't think at a time like a hide and seek game. "...OKAY. YOU'RE RIGHT."
The two sat beside each other, bored. Papyrus couldn't fathom what Sans would be doing here with only a twister of garbage to provide entertainment.
Trying to start up another conversation, Papyrus said, "YA KNOW, I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT SANS DOES—WAIT, HE DOES HIS JOB... ANYWAY, I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED WHERE THE OTHERS ARE HID—"
A dog yapped as it entered the room with intangible prowess and took Papyrus' leg. The dog snatched the bone and left Papyrus with a leg less.
"HEY! THE DOG!" Papyrus cried, pointing at the dog which phased through the wall again.
This time, they saw it, and their jaws dropped.
"UNDYNE, COULD YOU ASSIST ME IN GETTING MY LEG BACK?" Papyrus asked, a bit skeptical about what happened. He touched his stump and wept. "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?" he whispered, "I'VE MADE MY MISTAKES. GOT NOWHERE TO RUN. THE NIGHT GOES ON—"
"How do you know that?"
"KNOW WHAT?"
"That song."
"WHAT SONG?"
"Nothing."
Papyrus ignored what she asked and lifted his leg stump. "CAN YOU HELP ME GET MY LEG BACK?"
Sans was digging two feet into Gaster's gravesite, before crawling out of the hole and staring at the huge pile of dirt. He dusted his hands and inspected his work. A white dog came back with a familiar bone in its mouth.
Sans glanced at it. "is that papys' foot?"
The dog spat the bone out. "I CAN'T HELP IT. THIS DOG... HAS SOME KIND OF OBSESSION. AND THERE ARE SOMETHING THIS DOG DID THAT I CAN'T EXPLAIN..."
"i don't really think i wanna know what that dog can do. anytime now, papyrus will come into this temple, and ask what im doing. how am i gonna explain that im digging up your skeleton to revive you to take out a human?"
"IT'S SELF-EXPLANATORY, ISN'T IT?" the dog replied. "PLUS, YOU JUST EXPLAINED IT. EASY AS THAT."
"huh. you're right."
Sans continued to dig.
After four more feet of dirt, he reached the coffin.
"i don't understand how you have a coffin. don't all monsters turn to dust after they die? how do you keep your body?" Sans asked, dusting off the coffin.
"I UH..." The dog snatched the bone back in its mouth. "...EXPERIMENTATION?"
"care to explain?"
"NO."
"well, looks like we won't be bringing up your skeleton. i'll just leave it like this. let you do the work." Sans hopped out of the hole he dug.
"OKAY!" the dog barked, "I WAS EXPERIMENTING WITH CLONING... IT FAILED. IT MADE MY CELLS STRONGER. I BECAME MY OWN CLONE."
"you are your own clone?" Sans repeated, confused.
"THE CLONING EXPERIMENT DOUBLED THE DENSITY OF MY CELLS. INSTEAD OF RECREATING NEW ONES IN ANOTHER LOCATION. THEREFORE, THE CLONE WAS MADE IN ME. AND HERE WE ARE: STRONGER SKELETON, NEED BURIAL." the dog explained, licking its snout. "THAT'S WHY YOU NEED TO REVIVE ME. I'M STRONG."
"hmm. logic checks out. i guess." Sans crouched down, opened the coffin and looked in. He paled at the sight.
He promptly closed it the next instant and jumped out of the hole with a traumatized look on his face. He began burying the coffin back with dirt.
"STOP THAT! WHAT HAPPENED?" Gasdog asked, puzzled why Sans is covering his coffin with dirt. They were so close, and now the short skeleton was going to shove dirt back onto his hard work. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?"
Slowly, Sans answered.
"wrong coffin."
"OH." Gasdog looked away. Gasdog started to pee over the coffin dirt, which splashed next to the disturbed Sans. "DAMN DOG. NOW'S NOT THE TIME!"
Chara stared at the main menu box, glaring intently at the reset button. They slammed their hand against it, and it didn't move. They did it again, but it didn't reset. They waved the main menu box away and continued looking for any monsters in Toriel's home.
They knew a ghost was somewhere around, watching them amusingly. Of course, it's because of the conversation box that keeps appearing in her face.
*You feel a chill crawl up your spine.
*A howl danced in the winds.
*The soul of the dead—
"Yadda yadda yadda! Get away from me." Chara shook their hand through the screen box and it faded into nothingness. "Useless box. I know already! Napstablook, I will mess your face when I find a way to get my hands on you!"
They searched through the house, taking the chocolate in the fridge and saving it for later. Chocolate is meant to be savoured, not eaten instantly. They rummaged through the rooms, before they stopped at the locked one that was under maintenance. Their lips curved into a smile.
"Oh, I wonder who's hiding behind this door?" they teased, leaning her ear against it.
It was supposed to be a joke to scare off the monsters, but the door responded.
"Go away, Chara!"
Chara's face paled, their expression twisting to shock. They thought: Only a handful of people know who I am—
A box appeared in their face, smacking them in the nose. It hurt, so they clapped their hands over their nose, muttering curses.
*You start to check off the list of people and monsters that know your name.
Chara growled at the screen and punched the box, but their fist went through it and hit the brick wall. They retracted their hand immediately, pain shooting up their arm. They whimpered silently, while swearing they heard someone laughing.
*You feel a chill crawl up your spine.
*Laughter danced in the winds—
"SHUT UP!" they shouted, attacking the conversation box like they walked into cobweb.
After the ghostly laughter subsided, they went back to business.
They rapped the door with their knuckles and stick, shouting, "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! ASRIEL! IF YOU DON'T COME OUT, I'LL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN!"
"It's locked. You have no way in." the voice behind the door replied.
"Oh, look, it's Asriel! Prince of the underground. A sad flower who can't feel feelings, nanana whatever!" they taunted, "I bet you five bucks I can break this door down!"
"I bet you ten bucks you can't!"
"Oh yeah?" Chara continued, "If you don't come out now, I'll tell everyone in the underground about their little prince. How he snuck pictures of hot babes under his pillow every night—"
There was a slam in the door. "WHAT?! I DIDN'T EVEN DO THAT! CHARA, YOU BASTARD! DON'T DO IT!"
"How their innocent prince stared at me maliciously, plotting my death—"
"MY REPUTATION! CHARA. STOP. STOP THAT!"
"How their prince murdered me, princess of the underground, in cold blood."
"Okay, that was... technically... correct. BUT WE ALSO PLANNED THAT. THAT WAS YOUR FAULT. YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. NOT ME."
"And how he tried to overcome the king by poisoning hi—"
The door slammed open. "THAT'S IT, CHARA. YOU WANNA GO START FRICKING RUMORS? YOU WANNA DESTROY MY REPUTATION? COME FIGHT ME ONE ON ONE. WE'LL SETTLE THIS HERE AND NOW! COME ON!" a flower taunted, patting his chest out. "COME AT ME!"
Chara looked at their fingernails. "And that's five bucks for me."
Flowey's eye twitched, grinding his teeth. "BUT—NO, I WO—CHARA..."
"Oh, and you also lost the hide and seek game. Your ancestors would be very mad at you Asriel, you poor excuse of a monster. You couldn't even keep quiet when the seeker is nearby! How could you ever see yourself becoming prince if you're terrible at hide and seek?" they taunted arrogantly.
Flowey screamed.
A/N: I'm sorry guys, I broke tradition. This took longer than an hour. I'm sorry.
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