Scott flings the creature off of him, the creature tumbling down to the ground.

Scott: "It is not within your skill level to even try to defeat me in a face off."

The dust clears, Midnight gets up with a few blood stains that look like they've been there for days.

Midnight: "I'm warning you, you better get away from Fran!"

Scott: "God! How many times do I have to tell people? I have NO interest in harming your friends here, I'm helping them as a matter of fact."

Fran slowly gets up, and Scott pulls the knife out of their chest.

Scott: "See? No mark of harm remains."

Fran: "Whoa… These things are cool!"

Scott: "Ya, want some?"

Fran: "Sure!"

Scott hands Fran a small container of about 20 healing knives.

Itward: "Fran, are you sure you should be willing to take knives from this weird person?"

Scott: "Please, Weird Person's my bro. Of course, he along with my father WERE the ones to banish me to a lifetime in a prison in a pocket dimension that keeps me bound there forever. But I got out."

Itward: "Wait, your brother's name is Weird Person?"

Scott: "Nah, it's just a nickname given to him by someone that writes books or somethin. But that's in the future."

Itward: "Wha-"

Fran: "But nevermind that! Mr. Midnight, you're alive!"

Midnight: "Yep, but barely! Remor found me and I only escaped because of a tall skeleton's trap went off and contained Remor for a short second, allowing me to get away. The skeleton was yelling for someone to come see that the trap was set off, I think he was calling for someone named Sans?"

Fran: "No way! We ran into a skeleton named Sans!"

Midnight: "Huh, what a coincidence. But we should probably start traveling again, that trap didn't hold Remor for long. If we're not careful, he'll find us again!"

Scott: "Don't worry, I'll handle this Remor, you three find your way out of here."

Itward: "Are you sure? He's a god."

Scott: "Who said I wasn't technically a god too?"

Itward: "Oh."

Fran: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's move!"

Itward & Midnight: "Right!"

The three of them speedily walk away, Scott waiting for Remor to engage him. The group eventually reach a strange outcropping that looks oddly suspicious.

Itward: "Careful now, this place might have-"

Midnight falls through some yellow flowers into a pit, landing a couple feet down.

Itward: "... Traps."

Fran: "You alright down there Mr. Midnight?"

Midnight: "Ya, I'm good…"

?: "Sans! Sans! I did it! Another one got set off!"

Midnight: "Oh no, that sounds like the skeleton I was telling you guys about!"

A skeleton with strange looking armor and a long jawline emerges from the bushes, Sans following him.

?: "I just can't believe it! Two traps in one day! This will surely prove to Undyne that I have what it takes to get in the royal guard!"

Sans: "Ya, maybe. Oh hey, I know these two. Sup?"

Fran: "Not much, we just need to get out still. So if you don't mind, could you take our friend out of this hole and we'll be out of your way?"

?: "Not a chance! I, the great Papyrus, will not be fooled by your little trickery! Sans might not be as lazy as he used to be, but I still know that he would tell me when he met a new pal, so I can be theirs too!"

Sans: "Actually, I was just about to get to that before your trap went off."

Papyrus: "But you didn't tell me between these two traps?"

Sans: "It must've slipped my mind. Maybe some updog would've helped."

Papyrus: "What's updog?"

Sans: "Nothin much, what's up with you?"

Papyrus: "OH MY GOD! SANS, YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST!"

Fran: Snickers, "I thought that was pretty good."

Papyrus: "Well maybe if you were hearing these jokes all the time, you wouldn't think that!" Sigh, "What will it take for me to get in the royal guard?"

Midnight: "This hole wasn't deep, I just climbed out."

Fran: "Well why did you wait so long then?"

Midnight: "I just wanted to see how things turned out."

Papyrus: "Drat! Foiled again! Oh well, move along. But I can assure that that the next trap won't be so easy! It might even be a puzzle!"

Fran: "Okay, well it was nice meeting you. Nice to see you again Sans. Bye!"

Sans: "See ya."

The group moves along deeper into the more natural looking forest, making sure that there aren't any traps lying about. They move on until stumbling across a broken down building that looks like the remains of some kind of factory or thrill attraction.

Fran: "It's quite the shady place, but it's been a long time since we've slept. Want to call it good and camp in there for a while?"

Itward: "Going into an unknown place is dangerous, but I suppose it's no less than waiting out here for Remor to find us."

Fran: "Sounds like a plan! Let's go."

The group wanders into the place, slowly opening the heavy doors. When they get in, the doors slam shut, leaving only darkness.

Fran: "Oh boy…"

Midnight: "Uh, don't worry! While we were seperated, I found this that was sleeping with his eyes open, and wouldn't wake up! But I looked through his things, and got a stick that has a button on the back, and it creates light.

Itward: "That's a flashlight, and I don't think that guy was-"

Fran: "No, he was TOTALLY ASLEEP! Just, uh, turn on the flashlight."

Midnight: "O… Kay?"

Midnight turns the flashlight on, lighting up the room to reveal long hallways attaching to each other. The floors are made of shiny tiles, reflecting the molded brick walls and colored metal animal masks placed along white boxes with red ribbons on them. The place smells of rotting corpses and burned, rusted metal. The vents spewing the smell out is not helping. The group feels as though that they are not alone in there, and that tonight is going to be a terrible night.