04
Getting the Facts Straight
06.07.16 - 10:05:29 - Western Branch High - L Hall
... Fuck, I finished too early and have no idea where to go for second block.
Dammit.
Hey guys! Roxas here! The above short is actually me after my Geometry SOL, which I barely passed (453, bitches!), getting out early, just a couple minutes before first block ends.
Not only that, I got into Horrortale.
Yep, sue me.
I even ship myself with Sans from that AU.
Once again, sue me.
Here's the Fast Read for 03, which is short compared to that long-ass chapter.
The Fast Read
03
Welcome to The State of Virginia!
The first thing we see is Error with his shenanigans, going through a portal to Chesapeake, saying Gaster's line, which is not riate.
Error: ... FuCk YoU.
Then, we get to Kristina and Chira, who are already out of the hospital and walking about in the Western Branch business district, talking about carnivals and Flowey, who is, meanwhile, fighting Edge and his crew, winning the fight by a stick.
... We must be idiots in this case: Edge must've did that on purpose.
Just to amuse the others.
After a interesting talk between Flowey and Kristina, the gang then gets down to business, as in explaining sides of the story and filling in the gaps, like vaguely saying how Kristina got powers, or why Error's in Realistimalinea.
Then, we get to another group out in the Anit-Void.
This part was probably the most confusing yet the most important, since the same group is a recurring group. Here's the "I can read that" version of the part.
The group consists of three children and four teens, one of the children revealed as Jessica while one of the teen was revealed as Chrisean. Chrisean and another teen in the group get in a verbal fight, making everyone all get in the fight with the exception of Jessica, who runs into someone into the Void. After having a talk that made everyone's hope rise over 9000, that someone gives Jessica a gift, his scarf, saying that he might be dead the next time they meet, if that might happen.
Then, back to the Main group.
An interesting tibit happens here, if you skimmed that chapter and not read the part about Flowey getting yelled at.
They all go to the carnival, where Flowey and Chira get on the Ferris wheel, talked for a bit.
And it ends with Kristina formally welcoming the Sanses to Realistimalinea, where anything, and I mean anything, can go wrong.
Ha, done! That was an interesting chapter, which probably made no sense to you whatsoever, which I take responsibility of.
So, clarifications:
1) Error has nicknames for the Sanses of Realistimalinea. Sansna, who is actually Kristina, is one of them. The nicknames, FYI, is a combination of the name Sans and the continent's first letter in their name.
2) Until to Chapter 06, Kristina will have the brace, due to Edge being an idiot and chucking a bone at her arm (supposingly her head if she didn't block)
3) BB guns are considered to be Flowey's weapons; the inspiration being comics of human Flowey having guns, referring the bullets inside his "friendliness pellets."
4) Death can speak all languages of the world, which is actually a whole lot helpful later on.
5) Vote for the fricking poll, otherwise I'm going for the written script. I want you all to say what's up next so you're voice can be heard.
6) Fun Fact: (06.11.16) "... I can't understand. Y U MUST DO DA, MARIO!" ~ Moi (The Music Box *Mario* by Team Ari (Marios-Friend9)) ... Totally irrelevant, but look it up, it's good. You can even get the game.
7) Fun Fact 2.0: Did you know that the Multiverse is actually COLLAPSING?! Yes, it is. This chapter will explain it all. (You better say thank you, Zekrom12)
Oh, and shout out to Zekrom12 and Mute (a Guest) for pressing the story. Yes, Zekrom, the multiverse, for the second time if you're freaking out, is collapsing. More on that later on.
I do not own Undertale, Kirby Right Back At Ya, Portal, and the many references to famous memes and vines. They all belong to their rightful owners.
So, shall we see what this chapter has to offer?
The first thing Flowey woke up to is a certain king yelling a warrior's name, which made the blonde groan in annoyance, grumbling about killing the otaku with a poisoned whip when he gets the chance to. Getting up from the spare bed Chira had set out for him the other night or the night before, or...
"Forget about it," Flowey grumbled, getting out of bed and felt cold, shivering as he covered his arms and rubbed them, a thing Chira said that works a little. He then found a grey Bruin sweatshirt (a senior named Charles gave it to him while he -ironically- went in the freezing cold water to get Charles' phone out of there) and slipped it on him, making him a little warmer. He looked behind him to see the messy bed and...
"... What the hell...?"
Sans was busy snoring on the other side of the bed, his legs tangled with the bright blue blanket, which could've explain why he was cold all night long.
"You know what?" Flowey murmured to himself, getting out of the room. "Just leave him be, Flowey; just leave him be." Closing the door behind him, he walked around the hallway and down the stairs, the noises and, apparently, fits of laughter getting louder, making his head hurt.
Being human frickin' sucks.
By now, Flowey was hiding behind the couch, where Kristina and Gabby were watching some anime, cackling whenever that weird blue bird-king had a bomb exploded at his face along with a purple snail with a green shell while a pink puffball with blue eyes laughing along with-
"Oh, I never though you were a Kirby fan."
The blonde jumped when Kristina appeared out of nowhere next to him, Gabby laughing behind him from the couch. By instinct, a green vine shot through the window, shattering it, and smacked Kristina in the face, making her fall down, groaning in pain.
"Dammit, you fuckin' idiot!" he roared, glaring at the fallen teen. "What the flipping fuck is wrong with you?!"
Before Flowey could do any further damage, Gabby threw a pillow at him and said, "Flows, we can't have any horse play over here in Chira's house," Gabby warned, an accusing look directed at the blonde. "Especially when said horse play includes you."
Flowey looked at her, then laughed, taking the whole serious talk lightly. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked sarcastically with a fake tone. "There no way Chira's gonna kic-" He was interrupted by a large slam of a door and Chira appeared, a baseball bat in her hands, a scowl on her face. Flowey looked at her, then at Kristina, who was getting up from the jab. He then pointed at Kristina, saying, "She started it."
~A boss song and several baseball bat swings later~
Eating as a human was an interesting... uh, thing for the Sanses, especially Sans himself, since all of them ate magic-made foods back home. The best part about this experience is the fact that the food...
"... What the hell is this?" Edge asked, poking at a piece of squishy pink slab of food on the plate presented in front of him.
Blueberry picked up a yellow-stained white piece and popped it in his mouth. "Mmmm, this is delicious!" He then puts some more in his mouth.
"Hey!" Dustin exclaimed, chuckling softly along with Mika and Gabby. "Don't eat too fast, otherwise you might choke."
"Well," Sans murmured in pure curiosity, spooning white elliptical pieces and staring at it. "What's this called?" He popped it in his mouth, and chewed, swallowed, nodding his head.
"Breakfast," Kristina sarcastically said, who was busy washing a dirty pan, her purple long-sleeved shirt drenched with water in the front with the sleeves rolled up. "Eat up; there won't be anymore when I'm at the table." She then cackled at her inside joke, which received a metal spoon thrown at her direction from Flowey, which she had easily dodged. "Besides, I'm playing "Maid of the Month" and I don't want to wash the dishes a second time." She continues to wash the pan, dislodging the spoon stuck in the wall, placing it in the sink. "Hurry up."
"Why you in a hurry?" Chira asked, looking at the "maid," getting up with her finished plate in her hand. "Got somewhere to go?" She trotted to Kristina and placed her plate on the counter next to the sink. "I think we need to talk with Sans about the situation at hand," she whispered in Kristina's ear, her left hand cupped so the others won't hear. "You know, so we can see what we're up against. So we can make no mistakes on our part."
Kristina turned her head to face Chira, an unreadable look on her face. "... Look, I don't want to get into other people's shit, 'kay?" she whispered back. "It's their problem, and I'm not solving it for them."
"Kristina," Chira whispered loudly. "You have Sans' powers! How the hell are you even saying that?!" She kicked Kristina's shin, making her hiss in pain. "Besides, Flowey says that the Error dude might be after your ass," Chira continued, this time loud enough for people to hear. Facing the others, she proclaimed, "Alright, I'm calling up a meeting; we're going to discuss about the situation at hand." She then came to the table and smiled, which creeped everyone at the table (save for Blaster and Outs) since the smile came out of a horror movie. "Without any fighting at all."
A few minutes later, with the dishes done and reorganizing the table, the whole group, minus Zach for "reasons he cannot explain", were positioned around the table, Screwball having the files in his hands. Kristina then decides to break the ice cold tension being shared around the table.
"So, tell me how Flowey got here."
Flowey groaned in disappointment as Chira sighed. Screwball then looked at Kristina.
"There are, like, three theories about that."
"Three?" Kristina exclaimed, incredulous. "Well, let's see which ones are the ones closest to Flowey's story."
"Oh," Edge grumbled, glaring at her, "you know how he got here, and you're telling Screw what are the possibilities? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Actually," Blaster pointed, "Flowey's story could be, in any way, wrong, depending on the memory."
"Oh, so that means I have a bad memory?" Flowey stated, anger rising from him. "Why, Mr. I-"
"Flowey," Chira chided, eyeing the blonde, who was about to go at Blaster. "Sit yo ass down before you get hurt." The blonde, now shaking from the creepy tone, sat down, vowing silently to never speak out again. "Alright, continue."
"The first theory," Screwball started, looking at the paper in front of him, "could be Error coming in contact with Flowey, and throwing into whatever AU, said AU being this one, Realistimalinea. Error could be just throwing people left and right these two months, or days for you guys."
"Huh," Mika muttered, pondering.
"Well, I think that's absurd," Gabby stated. "Wouldn't Error have Flowe- wait, he doesn't have one to start with." Gabby mentally slapped her face, groaning at her mistake.
"Yeah," Dannika muttered, looking at Gabby, "that wouldn't be possible since he doesn't have one at the time."
During the whole time, Flowey was on the couch, crying to himself since everyone's making fun of him. Apparently, no one has noticed,
"Then," Sans chimed, "how the hell does he have one now? I did a Check on him, and he has one."
"Yeah!" Edge exclaimed, slamming his fists down. "I fought him, and he has a Soul! How does he have one is he doesn't even have one?" He then thought about that. "How does he have one, anyway?"
That seemed to be the question everyone seems to have in their minds. They look at the empty seat that used to have Flowey, then looked at the couch, where Flowey laid, sleeping with his one arm hanging out from the armrest. Chira then looked at Kristina, then sighed.
"I'll get the blanket," Chira muttered, getting out of her chair and going upstairs.
As she left, everyone started coming up with ideas of how the flower ended up in Realistimalinea (Screwball had only one theory on how Flowey got here), Dustin and Outs quietly jotting down the ideas. Then, Kristina looked at her watch and got up.
"Well, smell ya later," Kristina announced, snapping her fingers, disappearing in thin air. Dustin let out a groan of annoyance.
"Why now?" he cried, having a disbelief look on his face.
"I guess," Gabby muttered, writing down something on a piece of paper, "she really needed to be somewhere, huh?"
"You can say that again," Swapyrus mumbled, trying to light up his cigarette. "It's like she needs to be somewhere."
"Well," Screwball proclaimed, "let's see what theories we have here."
After sorting out the pieces of paper, Screwball each handed out the scraps of paper to each person, all taking it and reading what's on there. Screwball had one more scrap, which he took for himself. He instructed everyone to read the theory and say who wrote that, explaining that it might help figure out exactly what the Sanses, and the missing monsters, are doing here and why.
"Alright," Sans said. "I'll go first. This is Kristina's theory, if you can call it a theory." He then cleared his throat. "Ask Flowey; he should know since he was there to witness it." He then sighed. "Sincerely, Kristina. P.S. Y'all are all idiots; why not ask him?"
Everyone looked at the scrap of paper, then did a mental slap on their faces.
"I take Kristina just loves to point out the fuckin' obvious?" Edge asks looking at Dannika, who nods.
"Okay," Screwball said, getting everyone's attention back at him. "Put that in the "Plausible" pile; we should ask if the theories are really that absurd." Sans discards it and then it's Blueberry's turn, who was smiling.
"Okay! This is Mika's theory!" Blueberry stated, Mika beaming like a little child. "He probably found a way here on his own accord."
Screwball looked at Mika, indicating her to explain that theory. "Okay?"
"Well, when we first found him, he already figured out how to get on top of the school, which means that he saw, and possibly went in, the school. Not only that, but he almost got Kristina, which means he's been doing a little training before the fight two nights ago. That being said, he also is familiar with eating and moving and the what-not, which means that he has been here longer that two days." She then took a deep breathe. "Hell, he might've stumbled across other people other than us, if he been here than two days."
"Okay, how about him getting here?" Blaster asked.
"Well," Sans muttered, "he probably bitchin' about and so happen to fall upon a magical portal that brought him here."
"Well, I see that as plausible," Screwball said. "Put it in the "Plausible" pile."
Blueberry did as told, discarding the scrap in the "Plausible" pile, making it Dustin's turn.
"Okay, this is Chira's theory," Dustin proclaimed, reading it. He then sighed. "It's Kristina's theory, except worded differently."
"Oh, really?" Edge asked, looking at Dustin.
"Ask Flowey."
Everyone did another face fault. Chira appeared with a light green blanket, Sans recognizing the blanket he woke up to that morning, and placed it over Flowey, who grunted and rolled off the bed, a thud and a "Fuck" resonating in the air.
"... You okay?" Chira asked, holding the blanket up so Flowey can get out. "You fell."
"I know that!" Flowey hissed, glaring at Chira, who flinched at the words. "... Oh, sorry."
That had to be the first time everyone heard Flowey say that, excluding the times he said that to Frisk.
"Hey, uh, how did you get here, anyway?" Chira asked, taking the blanket off of the blonde, who got up. He then looked at the group at the table, all leaning towards his direction, curious.
"... Should I really tell them?" Flowey asked, looking back at Chira, who nodded in response. "Well... uh..." His mind then drew a blank. "Uh... I don't know how?" He got up, dusting himself while putting the green blanket on the couch.
"Bullshit," Sans called, making everyone snicker.
"N-No! I mean it! I... I..." He dropped to his knees. "How... how did I even get here?"
"... Bulls-" Edge tried to say but was interrupted by Swapyrus, who shushed him.
"You... have no memory before you fought Kristina?" Sans asked, looking at the, apparently, hyperventilating blonde. "... That's just impossible."
"I know you, Smiley Trashbag!" the blonde managed through clenched teeth.
"Well, there goes the theory of forgetting everything 'cept the name," Death muttered.
"Flowey, are you sure?" Chira asked, looking at Flowey, who finally finished his episode. "I mean, you can't just lie about this stuff here."
"... I'm not," Flowey muttered, curling into a ball and lied on the floor, still trying to figure out how he got to Chira's place. "I'm not... I'm... shit..."
"No," Chira muttered, sitting next to him, "you're not. You're just a monster stuck as a human trying to figure out how he ended up here. That's all." Chira noticed that he's still thinking about it. "Look, don't think about it, Flowey; maybe it'll come back on its own; memories do that all the time." She then knelt down next to him, calming patting him on the back.
"Yeah," Sans said, getting the situation. "Sometimes, it's best if we leave it alone and, well, don't try to remember it, 'cause that'll just keep it in the dark."
Kristina may be the "Devil of Chesapeake" and a person on the run, but she helps out whenever she can. Especially with Chris' moving problems, like the flippin' fridge that seems to not want to be in the house.
"The door's too small and narrow," Kristina grumbled, trying to make the fridge go through said door with her powers, the fridge tinted lavender from the aura surrounding it. "Can we just throw it in through the window?" she asked, lining the fridge up with the window.
"... No, asshole; you'll break it!"
"At least you don't have to repair the fuckin' door."
"Kristina!"
The teen groaned and sets the fridge gently on the ground next to the window. She then puts her hands up in an unbelievable stance. "Chris, do you want it in the house or not? 'Cause you're wasting my time over here."
"Of course!" the adult exclaimed, slapping his face. "Isn't that where it belongs?"
"Chris, either we destroy the door, or we leave it outside. Choose."
"... Fine, break the door."
"On it!" Kristina said, slamming the fridge through the door, breaking it in the process and landing softly onto the tiled floor of the kitchen. "Done. Anything else I need to to?"
Chris looked at the teen, who shook his head. "Not that I know of."
"Great, 'cause I have to go; my mates back at the ship need me!" And with that, she was gone, which made Chris sigh, looking at the U-Haul truck, brown boxes still in need of moving.
"... Dammit, should've let her stay a little longer; we could get this down in a few minutes with her here."
Kristina sometimes hates teleporting to places. Just doing that gives her a headache the size of the Titanic, which would've been serious if she doesn't have any headache pills with her, especially now, since she forgot to get some out of Chira's room. After teleporting out of the house, a massive headache took over her, and made her hiss loudly, the surrounding people raising an eyebrow at the teen, who then recovered and made her way down the street like nothing from the last five minutes has happened, the hood of her favorite hoodie (a dark grey one with the number "98" on it) on her head. Since seeing Sans in front of her, alive and, apparently, kicking, she started to doubt all of the crazy shit that has been happening around the world, like the mass genocides that happened in Texas, her having superhuman powers that have something to do with Sans, the whole "FBI" on her tail due to her big, and forgetful, killing spree.
Now, she wonders if everything is really all Error's fault.
"I mean," she muttered to herself, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, "it's not like there was slaughter to begin with... right?" Hateful thoughts entered her head like bullets, making her flinch when a thought that circulated around suicide or death entered her train of ongoing thought. "... Maybe... we really aren't alone in this universe, huh." She chuckled dryly to herself. "Damn... ain't life fascinating?" Walking must've took all day, as the sun sets into the horizon and Kristina found herself back at Chira's house, all quiet save for a TV and laughter from inside.
"Let's see," she mumble to herself as she grasped onto the doorknob, "if they read out my theory of how Flowey got here. But first." Her left eye turned purple and a sharpened bone materialized right next to her. Snapping her fingers, the bone zipped through air and successfully hits its target, falling down hard onto the pavement, Kristina on top of them with another sharpened bone aimed at the person's neck, a scowl on her face. "Let's take care of this guy."
Meanwhile, at the house, almost everyone except Chira, Dustin, Screwball, Sans, and Flowey were asleep, since it's night and everyone, according to Edge, needs their beauty sleep.
Yeah, Sans and Flowey told Edge, sleep's for the weak, flipping him in the process, which costs almost the house and Chira's thin line that divided happiness and anger.
Anyway.
Screwball was just chatting with Core Frisk via Skype through Chira's computer, Corey reading a paper that's in front of her.
"so, does that mean that Kristina's willing to help?" Core Frisk asked from behind the screen, looking up with her pitch black eyes, which creep Chira and Dustin out, who hid behind the sofa.
"Depends," Sans answered. "I mean, she's like me, but more lazy than me. Probably not up to it, if it looks like that." He then cleared his throat. "I mean, hey, we found Flowey!" He points at Flowey, who was playing Portal 2, cursing now since a sphere literally killed him. "He's playing some video game."
"that's good; you found Flowey! so... does he know how he got there?"
"... That was the problem, actually," Screwball muttered, looking behind him, seeing Flowey getting up from beating the boss. "He actually cried for twenty minutes just trying to remember how he got here. Hell, he says there's like a gap between him being right next to Frisk and him waking up to the teens in the backyard. It's like, there's a, uh, coma period where you have no idea what happened since you're sleeping."
"... Yeah, but," Sans said looking at Screwball, "wasn't Flowey still a flower when he got here?"
"that might be a theory, since the Chira fellow gave me the video feed which had Flowey as a flower."
"Y-Your welcome," Chira shakily muttered from behind the couch.
"Chira," Flowey said, looking behind the couch. "Corey's a nice person; she'll never hurt ya. Com'n, sit right next to me if that helps." Chira shook her head, which made Flowey mental growl and said, "You sure? I mean, you don't want to be right next to the door if som-"
There was a thud from outside and someone yelling, prompting Chira and Flowey to go to the open window near the TV and look outside, seeing a figure, hard to see due to the dark, on the pavement. Flowey and Chira then realized that there were two people, one of them holding something and their face a ice cold lavender. Oh wait...
"That has to be Kristina, right?" Chira whispered to Flowey, seeing Kristina hitting the other person with the thing she's holding, possibly a dense bone. "Why this late, though?"
"Don't know, don't care," Flwoey simply stated, his usual frown on his face as he went back to the couch, picking up the Xbox controller and unpausing the game he's playing. "Besides, Kristina is fine. She don't need help when she does stuff."
Chira kept looking out at the window, the second figure bouncing left and right, as Kristina flung bones at the opponent, the whole scene looking like a dance being orchestrated on stage. Then, the second person disappeared, making Kristina fall on her bum.
"Kristina?" Chira called. "Is that you?"
Flowey sighed while making a vine wrap around Chira, dragging her away from the window, saying, "She can't hear you, Chira." The vine left Chira next to Flowey, who was playing Minecraft on the Xbox. "Com'n; I need someone to play with, and I'm not calling John over."
John. John Ellis, the only person outside of the group that knew of Flowey's real identity (normal people will assume Leo Valdez) due to bringing Flowey's fuse almost to zero, which involved in-game lines from Undertale and vines, which made John piece one and one to make two. John, after witnessing that, made sure the blonde felt right at home, becoming his friend in a second. Flowey was actually grateful to have John as a friend, since it was he who showed the blonde how to "act normal" around town so that no one gets ideas about his fake backstory (Flowey: Came here through a plane with my family and decide to commit a suicide no one knew about, leaving me in this horrible world.) and the fact that he, to other people, have crimson red eyes, eyes that people might mistake for as a demon or a vampire.
That was the day before yesterday.
"Why me, thought?" Chira asked, looking at the front door as Kristina came in, panting and pissed, a bone the size of a wizard staff in her hand. Chira then faced Flowey, who had another controller in his hand. "Can't you just ask Dustin? He knows how to play."
Flowey groaned and handed her the controller. "Minecraft's easy to master. Almost a six-year-old can play this."
"... Says the person who screamed for being so damn high off the ground," Chira murmured to herself, looking at Kristina, who screeched, making Sans and Screwball jump from where they're at.
"Hey!" Flowey hissed. "I was scared, okay? It's not like you're suspended in the air for five minutes everyday!"
"Flowey, nothing bad would happen, unless you want to be a douche and make the wheel roll around the whole carnival."
Flowey growled, unpausing the game. "Yeah, fuck you too."
"Oh, Kristina!" Chira called, receiving said teen's attention. "Are you willing to do a big favor for Sans?"
The teen blinked and scratched the back of her head. "...Depends. What's up?" Near the computer, Sans and Screwball were gawking at the teen, somehow calm after that big... uh, episode she had. Said teen looks at Sans' and Screwball's direction, and saw the weird person on the computer, who was curiously looking at her.
"Alright, if the world is about to explode, and you are the only person who could stop it from happening, would you do it?"
Sans and Core Frisk mentally crossed their fingers, praying that the teen says yes. Screwball and Flowey looked at Kristina, praying she'll say the 'A-okay' phrase she seems to say. Chira prayed she'll just answer instead of saying nothing like she usually does with these type of question.
"...Well, how about..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
...Well, then. It appears that Kristina has a choice in this decision, one that might fuck up the whole world if she chooses wrong.
That's not up to me. That's up for you to choose.
I mean, it's not like anyone's going to review and say anything about the choice, probably point out the this chapter is way shorter as of right now. Well, fuck me, then.
Sorry it took forever. I had to rewrite the beginning over and over until I settled with the "Flowey waking up to Hoshii no Kabii (fuck, that right?)" and then... it began to get harder since I had to explain Flowey's appearance in Realistimalinea and , unfortunately, his short-term memory loss.
I hope this is at least a decent chapter, and criticize.
Au revoir, mes amis.