I realized I didn't depict the events in Hotland correctly, so here's a chapter replacing the messed up one. Enjoy and review kindly.

Through Hotland

After Walking around sorting through puzzles for awhile, everything suddenly goes dark and Frisk's phone rings. Frisk answers and Alphys is heard from the other side, "Um, I-I can get the lights back on!"

Frisk sighs, "How does a place full of lava lose lights anyway?"

"Magic, darling!" Mettaton's voice rings out and Frisk groans, "It's time for a cooking show."

"Precisely!" Mettaton replies as the lights turn on. He's standing in what looks like a kitchen and Frisk sighs and walks over to him. Mettaton turns to him, "Welcome to my newest show! Cooking with a Killer Robot! Can you get the flour, sugar, and eggs for me, darling? We're going to make a cake!"

Frisk goes to the counter behind them and gathers the obviously placed ingredients. He puts them on the opposite counter and Mettaton claps, "Wonderful! Now we can make our cake! But wait! Le gasp! We've forgotten an ingredient!"

Mettaton pulls a chainsaw out from under the cabinet and he speaks in a darker tone, "A human soul!"

"What about a human soul substitute?" Frisk, again, speaks without thinking. He winces as Mettaton's phone rings. Mettaton makes a "Hmm" sound as he answers the phone, "Kind of busy here. Uh-huh.. You don't say.. funny thing, the human just suggested that. Uh-huh. Uh-huh, certainly, darling. The show must go on!"

He hangs up and claps, "You want the substitute? It's over there. Go get it."

Frisk goes to get the can and the table it sits on rises into the sky. He lets things play out as his phone turns into a jet pack and he flies towards the top of the table. Mettaton throws things at him and he dodges most of them. By the end of it, Frisk is covered in flour. He dusts himself off and shakes his head, but he's still got flour all over him. He looks at his hands and he starts shaking. The flour reminds him of the monster dust he carried on his person through his genocide. He closes his eyes and shivers before continuing.

He walks down the path and stops when he sees The Core in the distance. His phone suddenly rings and he answers, "Hello?"

"You s-see that building far off?" Alphys's voice rings from the other side, "That's The Core. The source of all power in the Underground. It converts geothermal energy into magical electricity, by.. Uhh.. A-anyway, that's where we're- Y-you.. Where you're going to go."

"You okay, Alphys?" Frisk sighs.

"Oh, y-yes. I'm j-just fine. Ahem.. In The Core is an elevator that will lead you straight to K-King Asgore's c-castle. And, uh, from there.. Y-you can go home. You know, if you don't d- I-I mean, you'll go home, it'll be great!" she laughs nervously than hangs up.

Frisk sighs again as he continues down the path, "I know he'll kill me. I'm counting on it."

"I thought you had some master plan," Chara's voice growls in the back of his mind.

He chuckles softly, "I do.. And dying to Asgore is a part of it.."

He gets on the elevator and goes to the Right 2nd floor. He gets off and he can see Sans in the distance. He runs over to the sentry station, turned hotdog stand and Sans winks, "Hey, buddy. You're making good time."

"Thanks, I guess." Frisk replies.

Sans raises an nonexistent eyebrow, "You, uh, covered in flower?"

"Y-yeah!" Frisk is quick to defend himself, "I was going through one of Mettaton's 'shows' and he dumped flour all over me! Honest!"

Sans chuckles, closing his eyes, "Relax, kid. I know you haven't hurt anyone."

He opens his eyes and they're as black as dead, "Cause if 'ya had, you wouldn't be standing there right now."

Frisk swallows, "R-right.."

Sans sighs and his eyes return to normal, "Relax. Buy some hotdogs."

Frisk gives Sans most of his gold for some hotdogs and he continues on. He walks past a safe and some cheese. He shakes his head and keeps walking. Suddenly the two royal guardsmen stand in his way and Number One takes Frisk by the arm, "Oh, no, dude, you have to go back. There's, like, a human in a striped shirt close by."

"Like mine..?" Frisk sighs, he can see the hacks and slashes adorning the soldiers' armor. Number One stops and Number Two gasps, "That's totally the human, dude! Man, Undyne will be so happy if we take it to the King!"

"You're right, bro!" Number One replies.

Frisk pulls away from Number Two, "Uh.. How about.. I clean your armor and you let me go?"

"Nah, bro. We totally gotta take you in." Number Two replies, "But uh, you can still totally clean my armor."

"Number Two, no, man, don't let it touch your armor!" Number One whines.

Frisk takes off his sweater, revealing a plain white T-shirt underneath. He uses his sweater like a rag and cleans the soldier's armor. Number One doesn't look pleased, and then Number Two starts taking off the armor. Number One gasps and obviously stares at Number Two's chest. Frisk smiles, ignoring the damage he did in another time and walks over to Number One, whispering to him, "Tell him how you feel."

Frisk smiles and bows, continuing down the path as the soldiers confess their love for each other. Frisk smiles and bows, continuing down the path as the soldiers confess their love for each other. He walks for awhile, and again, the lights go out. He keeps walking and his phone rings again, he answers and Alphys speaks, "Another dark room? Don't worry, I-I've got this! I can fix this, too!"

The lights turn on and Frisk turns to see a huge wall to his right and there's a window in the wall. he can see Mettaton on the other side, wearing a suit. Frisk speaks into the phone, "It's Mettaton again."

"Mettaton? D-don't worry, I'll help." she hangs up and loud music plays, Frisk assumes it's coming from Mettaton.

"Good evening, beauties and gentlebeauties! This is Mettaton, reporting live from MTT News!" the robot ghost speaks like there are people watching, "An interesting situation has arisen in eastern Hotland! Fortunately our brave correspondent is out there, reporting live! Brave correspondent, find us something newsworthy to report!"

Frisk looks around at the items so conveniently placed around him; a basketball, a dog, a wrapped box, outright dynamite, a small glass, a bomb, and a book. Frisk picks up the wrapped box and holds it up. Mettaton gushes, "Oh, yes, the feel-good story of the year! A beautiful present, and- What's this? Is that.. A fuse? The present's a bomb!"

The bow on the present has a fuse sticking out of it and it catches fire. As Frisk puts the box down, the wall crumbles and Mettaton flies around the area, "It looks like everything's a bomb! That ball's a bomb, that dog's a bomb, even my words-"

An explosion sound echoes and Frisk crosses his arms as Mettaton raises his arms dramatically, "Oh, brave correspondent! You better hurry and defuse all these bombs, cause that big, pink, beforehand unmentioned bomb will go off in two minutes if you don't! Hurry, or you won't be reporting 'live' any longer!"