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Anarchy furrowed his brows at Aliza's dumbfounded face, a silence permeating the Ruins. He waited with growing impatience for a response, but she was paralyzed. So she just stared up at him with those terrified eyes. He thought she might vomit if this staring contest continued, so he let go of her chin and took a step back.

"Hey uh, you can talk, right?" Anarchy cocked a brow, tilting his head to the side with his question.

Aliza was too frightened to speak. She was afraid she would say something wrong, and that this creature's darkness would eat her alive. So she just kept staring, trembling, and sweating.

"Oh for Christ's sake..." Anarchy tilted his head back and reached up, rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb. This show of irritation immediately set a further paranoia in Aliza, fear that her silence had aggravated The Anarchist.

This fear and paranoia was amplified when she watched one red crusted crowbar slip from Anarchy's sleeve, being caught swiftly in his ivory fingers.

"Alright, I guess I'll have to think of a different different way to do this timeline!" Anarchy groaned, letting his hand drop from his face and hang limp with his other arm. "What a pain..."

"W-wait!" Aliza's voice blasted up and out of her throat, louder than it had been in years. "I can talk, I can talk!"

". . ." Anarchy's ruby orbs slowly drifted down to Aliza's desperate and fearful eyes. She held her breath for seconds that felt like hours, before that crowbar was swiftly flicked back up Anarchy's sleeve, and he smiled in a way that would have been bright if he wasn't so dark. "Well why didn'tcha just say so?!"

Aliza flinched, scooting her body against the wall behind her as Anarchy crouched down to be at eye level with her. She turned her head, only able to look upon him with one eye. She was terrified to look into those red orbs and peer into the twisted soul beneath. But to break eye contact would be rude, and a good girl is always polite and respectful. Especially to people that can rip them in half with their bare hands.

"Congratulations, random stranger!" Grinning wide and shutting those eyes that straggled Aliza so, Anarchy tilted his head happily to the side and placed one hand on his chest.

"Because I, The Anarchist, am your new best friend!"

Chapter 27: Throughout Space And Time

*How pathetic, this form of you.

"... Best... Friend..?" Aliza couldn't have been more confused. She was so baffled that her fear subsided enough for her to look upon the Anarchist with both eyes.

"I mean, the spot isn't filled, is it?" Anarchy arched a brow, puffing out one cheek. "No offense, but you seem like a bit of uhh... A loner? Yeah, that's a nice way to put it."

Aliza lowered her head and narrowed her eyes. The word Anarchy had been looking for was loser. Yes, that was her. Poor, weak little Aliza. Butt of every joke and loser of every game. But this game she didn't understand. She'd never played this one before. Up until a moment ago, she'd been certain he would want to play tag. And then, if she somehow managed to win that game, hide and seek.

But Aliza was a loser, and she knew by the killer instinct in Anarchy's eyes that he was a winner. She'd never win those games, especially not against someone like him. And he played with high stakes. A man with nothing to lose and everything to take. Yes, she could never beat a man like this in any way shape or form. He was a giant, he was grand. And she was small, she was insignificant.

But, what was this? He didn't want to play hide and seek or tag. He had no interest in the games he was best at, and was proposing a game where they are on the same team? No, that couldn't be it, Aliza thought. This must have been charades, or some other cruel contest that would hurt and humiliate her.

"See, I'm on the hunt for this little clown man." Anarchy seemed to have taken Aliza's thoughtful silence as an invitation to explain his motives. "And he can do just about anything, so it's a lil' hard to get my hands on him."

"But here's the thing: He wants me to catch him!" Anarchy held his open hands out in front of himself. Aliza just watched with that befuddled expression, slowly nodding along despite having no concept of what he was talking about. "He just wants me to learn some kind of lesson first!"

"So y'know, I've been hopping from timeline to timeline, universe to universe in pursuit of his goofy ass." Anarchy explained like such things were monotonous and mundane, moving his hand in a circular 'move along' motion. "Every time I do things different, try to see things a different way and learn somethin' new."

"But the one thing I haven't done is let someone live and make a friend!" Anarchy grinned in that way that was almost friendly and almost homicidal, reaching out to Aliza's skeptical expression and booping her on the nose with one finger. "That's where you come in, you lucky duckling you!"

"... I..." Aliza slowly shook her head, her mouth hanging open. "I'm... Not sure I understand..."

"Alright, lemme break it down real simple." Anarchy sat back casually, leaning on his palms.

"This world?" He gestured out to the cobwebs and cracked walls around them. "It's called Horrortale. It's an awful place where meanies are gonna try to brutalize delicate flowers like you in lots of terrible ways."

"But - I don't know if you noticed, I know I keep it really low key - I am the opposite of a delicate flower." Anarchy took the hand he'd been gesturing with and planted it on his chest. "I am what we in the biz refer to as 'a brick shit house'."

"So, I'm going to protect you from the dangers of this world, and all you've gots to do is be my pal!" Anarchy smiled wide, flashing sharp fangs. "Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me!"

". . ." Aliza just stared. She knew she was supposed to speak, but how on earth could she respond to this?! An interdimensional, all powerful serial killer hunting a clown who just wants to be her best friend? Her, poor weak little Aliza? What use could someone so incredible see in someone so unimpressive?

Like all of her life, she was trapped. If she said no, he would kill her. If she said yes, she would constantly be at the side of this... Creature in human skin.

But... She was desperate. She had no other options. She would have to play this game, even if it did turn out to be charades.

"You... Promise you won't hurt me..?" Aliza huddled herself close, looking to Anarchy skeptically from under her eyebrows.

"On my mother's grave." Anarchy reached up, saluting her with two fingers and a crooked smile on his face.

"..." Aliza's eyes drifted to the side, before she closed them. She gulped down as much of her fear as she could, gathered whatever shreds of courage she had, before reopening her eyes and looking into the crimson orbs of The Scorpion.

"... Okay. I'll be your friend."

They really gave it their all today. That much was obvious from the melted snow and occasional less-than-standing pine tree. But, on the topic of things that we standing and things that were not, I was still on my feet, and Chara was not.

Panting, I sat on a stump. Despite the cold of the forest, sweat ran in streams down my face, dripped from my nose onto the snow below. The flame in my left eye flickered out, red returning to green while my wings folded back into my shoulder blades.

Sighing, I reached up, running a hand through my hair while my eyes glossed across the torn up plains. About fifteen feet away, Chara laid flat on their back in a crater, staring straight up into the snow that drifted down from above with an expression that looked as numb as the cold was making our skin.

"..." I took a deep breath, and then grunted when I pushed myself to my feet. Snow crunched under my sneakers as I crossed the valley, and soon enough I'd reached the top of Chara's crater. Concern shined in my eyes as I looked upon their expression.

I knew what it was like, after all. Laying flat on your back, staring up at the unforgiving sky while your aching body goes cold. Knowing that you lost, because you weren't strong enough.

"... You're really improving, Chara. That was great!"

... But Chara wasn't like me. And I wasn't like The Killer.

"C'mon, it's friggin' freezing out here." I smiled as I slid down into the earth's indent, before reaching out one hand to help Chara up. "Lets head back."

"..." Chara was silent, ruby eyes laying upon my outstretched hand. They furrowed their brows, and their jaw clenched just before they swiftly reached up, surprising me by grabbing me by the wrist and yanking me off my feet.

I plummeted, emerald eyes wide as I managed to catch myself on my hands and knees over Chara, who had grabbed a fistful of my hair after letting go of my wrist. I was forced to outstretch my neck and tilt my head back, feeling the chill of their blade against my throat.

"... Hmph." Chara smirked up at me while I watched them skeptically. I wasn't worried about myself; I knew they didn't want to kill me and had a suspicion that even if they did I could come back from a slit throat. Not that I was confident enough in that suspicion to want to test it.

"You're powerful, Cter. More so than me or anyone else around here." Chara's eyes narrowed, that smirk drooping into a frown. "But your greatest strength could also be your greatest weakness."

I narrowed my emerald orbs down into their ruby ones. So that's what this was about. Their soul was red, and their eyes matched. My soul was red, sure, but my eyes were green.

"You trusted Frisk and I. You spared us, and it worked out." As if to confirm their words, Chara's grip on my hair lightened, and their knife pulled away some from my neck. "But it didn't have to."

"I'm not dumb, Chara." I frowned at Chara's paranoid words, reaching up and grabbing their knife holding hand by the wrist. "I know who I can trust and who I can't."

"Do you?" Chara's eyes narrowed suspiciously, hand balling tightly once more in my brown hair. "Remind me, who didn't want to kill Error?"

My jaw clenched at those words. A cheap shot, but an effective one.

"We killed Error." I spoke, aggravation clear in my tone. My grip on their wrist tightened.

"We sure did torture him and leave him to die." Chara put on a mocking smile and raised their eyebrows. "Everything else is speculation."

"We ripped his goddamn arms off!" I snapped with disbelief and fury.

"And you still didn't let us finish the job!" Chara snapped right back. "You're missing the point, Cter!"

"And what's that, Chara?!" I demanded to know, the both of us glaring at each other.

"What if another fanatic shows up?! Someone obsessed, who will stop at nothing to destroy you and everything you've worked for?!" Chara shouted, making me recoil. "Someone like Error, who if my half of Character hadn't been there for, would still be alive and plotting more attempts at murder!"

"I-!"

"Or worse, what if it's someone you actually like!" Chara's eyes narrowed venomously, their jaw clenching. Words were pouring out now, they couldn't stop them. "What if it's someone you don't want to hurt?!"

Then, they shut their eyes tight, took a deep breath and shouted.

"WHAT IF TOMORROW MORNING I WAKE UP AND DECIDE I WANT TO GO ON ANOTHER KILLING SPREE?!"

A lot of loud, followed by deathly silence. I let slowly go of their wrist, and they slowly let go of my hair.

My eyes were wide, my mouth hanging open with some surprise as I stared down at Chara. They were quiet too, their lips shut to keep anything else from slipping out. Their ruby orbs refused to meet my emerald ones, a shame clear inside of them.

"... This isn't about my KINDNESS, is it?" I spoke softly after a long pause, slowly sitting up so that I was no longer looming over Chara.

"... No." Chara finally said, a bitter frown on their face. "It's about my malice."

"Chara..." I began to speak, concern clear in my tone, but they spoke first.

"Is it wrong of me to want to be stronger?" Chara narrowed their eyes painfully with this question, continuing to evade my gaze. "Is it bad that this gap in power that's formed between us makes me so angry?"

"I mean, you're supposed to be stronger than me." They shrugged hopelessly. "That way, if I turn... Back to the way I was... Then no one should have to worry."

"... But they do have to worry." Chara's eyes finally met mine, squinting knowingly. "Because last time you weren't able to kill me."

"I won't come back this time. If this is what you want then... I can't stop you from taking it. Because I can't kill you."

"... And you were ready to die, just so I didn't have to..."

"..." I listened to every word, before shutting my eyes and nodding once. I took a deep breath, then I opened my eyes and spoke. "Chara, are we friends?"

"H-huh?" Chara's eyebrows rose with surprise, before furrowing with confusion. "Well, yes, of course we are..."

"Then are you sure you want to catch up with me to kill me," I smiled, finally standing and offering them my hand to help them to their feet. "And not to protect me?"

Chara certainly looked stunned by this question. Their eyes widened, before darting to the side thoughtfully. It was a lot to consider for them, after all. I was sure a fuel like that for gaining power was foreign to them. It put a whole different connotation on the concept. So they didn't answer, but after a long pause, they did take my hand.

And that was enough of an answer for me.

A slow exhale sent a grey smoke spiraling into the air, Gatherer gently pulling his cigarette away from his lips as he did so.

"... This. Is. Troubling."

Outstretched before Gatherer and Cliff was one derailed, shot up, overturned, and partially frozen train. It crumpled pathetically on the black marble floor of the void, smoke spiraling up and disappearing in the darkness that loomed overhead.

"That damn Predator!" Cliff slammed his fist down on his open palm, jaw clenching furiously. "She's too much of a coward to stay and face us!"

"..." Gatherer shut his eyes, inhaling nicotine from his cigarette calmly, turning more and more of it to ash until his lungs were full. Then, he lowered what was now just a smoldering tobacco stub, and let multiple streams of smoke fog out from between his clenched teeth before speaking once again. "It's fine."

"The Predator is afraid of our cause. She knows that the stronger we grow, the shorter her time as a multidimensional pirate becomes." There was a deep frown settled into Gatherer's face, despite his innocuous tone. "Soon enough, we will defeat her and her entire gang of hoodlums."

"So... You aren't angry about this?" Cliff arched a disbelieving brow, crossing his arms.

"... No." Gatherer responded sourly, flicking his cigarette butt into the air before, with the same hand, pointing a finger gun at it. A bolt of fire no bigger than a marble fired from his index finger tip, racing out to the stub that soared through the sky. On collision, the marble of flames blasted into an inferno that illuminated the vantablack sky.

"... Whoa..." Cliff stared with wide eyes into the brilliant flash of color in the dull, dark void. The orange of Gatherer's flame reflected in Cliff's orange eyes, and his jaw hung open in wonder of such destructive beauty.

As the flames dissipated, and their roar dulled to a quiet crackle, Cliff grinned over to Gatherer, surprising him with his excited expression. Around them, colorful embers floated down like burning snow.

"You're amazing, Xander!"

"H-huh?" Gatherer recoiled some, his eyes widening. Cliff had caught him off guard, as he often did, causing a light pink shade to form across his cheeks. The gentle giant's kindness was often surprising to Xander, but it never failed to sweeten his mood. Three words, and The Gatherer had nearly forgotten the smoldering, ransacked train before him.

Over the months he'd known Cliff, his view on the Bravery Soul had changed. At first, he'd been like everyone else. A sacrificial pawn if need be. A good hand. But, as time progressed, Gatherer found the weight on his shoulders was lighter with Cliff around. His usual no-nonsense attitude was able to enjoy a certain measure of nonsense. He saw Cliff as more than a piece in his game, and his words towards him were more than a means to an end. And that was not something Xander could say he felt about... Well, anyone else, at this point in his life.

"With power like that, I'm sure you can defeat Predator and protect our cause!" Cliff clenched his fists excitedly at his sides. His brows furrowed with some concern, however, when he finally registered Gatherer's dumbfounded expression.

"... Oh! S-sorry, Gatherer Sir!" Cliff gave a salute that was anxious enough to be goofy, which made Gatherer smile some. "I uh... I called you by your real name again, didn't I?"

"... Ahem." Gatherer composed himself, clearing his throat into his fist before looking back to Cliff. "Relax, Clifford. I trusted you with that name, so you may use it as you see fit."

"C-Clifford?!" This time it was Cliff who recoiled, Gatherer just smiling and turning around to face the portal behind the two.

"Come on, lets head back." Gatherer continued to smile quietly, holding his hands behind his back as he walked back towards the portal. Cliff raced after him, flustered.

"What, like the big red dog?!"

"No. Like the big orange body guard."

"Eugh..." The Hacker tossed the wrapper of his Instant Noodles over his shoulder, swallowing the last of the dry noodles and finishing the healing of his gaping abdominal wound. "Can't help but miss the days where one cinnamon bunny would heal something like this."

"You were careless today." The Demon looked up from the black and red shirt they were sewing the hole shut in. "Something on your mind?"

"I guess I was just trying to figure out who that king guy was and why he of all people gave us that much trouble." The Hacker sunk into the cushions of the chair he was seated in. Currently, him and his partner were hidden in the abandoned Underground of Future's timeline, seated in what was once Asgore's living room what had to have been years ago. "This whole timeline is wonky."

"He kinda looked like you." The Demon stated absentmindedly, looking back down to the article of clothing they held in their hands. "But like, old and sad and black hair you?"

"..." The Demon paused then, eyes darting thoughtfully to the side. "Hey, did your dad have black hair?"

"He's not my dad." Hacker scoffed with amusement, smirking over to his partner. "My dad had about a decade on that guy. 'Sides, he was a ginger."

"Oof." Demon raised their eyebrows and shook their head, finishing sealing the hole in Hacker's shirt. "You really dodged a genetic bullet there."

"Very funny." Hacker commented sarcastically, catching his shirt as they tossed it back to him. "But whoever this king guy is, he isn't a joke."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Demon crossed their arms, watching as Hacker pulled his shirt back over his chest. "The king is powerful, but he's a coward."

"Up until a minute ago I had a gaping hole in my diaphragm that said otherwise." Hacker tilted his head to the side with an incredulous look.

"Well maybe he was merciless to you, but towards me he hesitated." The Demon leaned their palms back on the table behind them. "I could see it in his eyes; he was afraid to hurt me."

"Well a'course, Chara." The Hacker smirked darkly then, taking a bold step forward and closing the distance between himself and his partner. "Who could hurt somebody with a face like yours?"

The Demon smiled with the same measure of darkness at that, murder gleaming in their eyes as they looked up at him. "Well, Cter Hacker, aren't you a charmer?"

The Hacker opened his mouth to respond, but another voice cut him off.

"I sincerely hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Emerald and ruby orbs turned sharply, landing joylessly on Badster as all expression faded from the both of their faces, leaving cold frowns and hateful eyes.

"Ah." Smiling in a crooked way, Badster's eyes darted to the side. His lower half shimmered, materializing as the rest of his body had, from multicolored pixelated blocks. "My hopes are dashed."

"The hell, Gaster?" Hacker narrowed his eyes as he and his Demon turned to face the not-so-good doctor.

"You told us we'd find a real challenge here." The Demon crossed their arms impatiently. "But that king is weak willed, and this timeline is already half dead."

"Patience, my sweet children." Badster began, earning even more venom from the dynamic duo.

"Watch it, Wingding." Hacker spoke in a low growl, but Badster didn't seem intimidated in the slightest. Being the right hand man of Chaos Incarnate makes a man numb to such things.

"Your challenge is not the king. He is but a catalyst for the real enemy." Badster rose his hands dismissively, causing severed, skeletal, hole punched hands to appear in an arch over his head, each of them waving in that same dismissive manner before disappearing. "You two are quite the team, yes?"

The Hacker and The Demon grinned at that, and he placed an arm over their shoulder while they wrapped their arms around his waist, leaning their head on his chest. It seemed the two were trying to pose cutely, but to anyone but Badster it would have came off as eerie or unsettling or, at the very least, creepy.

"I'll take that as a yes." Badster held his hands together at his lower back, body arching forward while he smiled joyfully at the two. "And a team like yours could only be matched by a similar duo."

"Oh yeah?" Hacker crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side. "And when's this team supposed to get here?"

"Bide your time, hone your patience..." Just as he had came, Badster began to disappear into multicolored pixels, his body breaking away into the code.

"And you will receive exactly what you deserve."

Future stood with his hands in his pockets, exhausted eyes looking out from a high point over the monsters below. He stood on a rooftop, watching what remained of his people filter into the castle. He was a watchful eye, their last guardian, their Angel.

He had abandoned them once, and returned too late from his pilgrimage. And to be late, to not be there when they needed him, was something he had no intention of letting happen again.

That was why he'd needed a favor. That was why he'd talked C Frisk into bringing in their 'big guns'. But he knew what this deal meant. He had a debt to repay now, and he knew C Frisk would remember that.

But...

Future's eyebrows raised with some surprise, catching a small bunny kid being carried on her mother's shoulder smile up at him, waving one fluffy little hand happily at him. This made his lips curl upwards and the weight on his shoulder lighten some, and he brought up one hand, waving right back at the innocent child.

His subjects were worth it. He would never forget that again. For as long as he lived, he would dedicate himself to them.

"C-Cter?"

"Hm?" Future's eyebrows rose, and he looked over his shoulder to spot the timid lizard that stood behind him, looking up at him from under her glasses. "Oh, Alphys."

"Thanks for your help with the evacuation." Future turned around to face one of his few remaining friends, forcing a polite smile. "Is everyone accounted for?"

"Not a single straggler." Alphys forced her own smile. But just like her king, she looked tired. These were exhausting times, after all. Grief kept everyone up late and woke them up early. "Everyone really respects y-your decision..."

"And you?" Future turned then, looking back out to the dwindling number of monsters. "Do you think this is the right move?"

"W-well..." Alphys looked thoughtfully to the side, hesitating before speaking. "... I-it's hard to say."

"Those k-kids, they don't know how to get to the safe haven." Alphys stepped forward, looking out at the same grey world that Future looked into. "... B-but, Chara does..."

"..." Future's hair fell over his eyes, a sudden sting paralyzing him for a second. But a single second was plenty of time to drown in one's thoughts.

"... C-Cter, I... I know this has been hard for y-"

"For everyone." Future was freed from his paralysis just in time, cutting Alphys off. "But now is no time to mourn. There's work to be done."

"..." Alphy's eyes narrowed painfully, watching her friend from what felt like miles away. It amazed her really, how much humans could change over such a short period of time. A decade and a half she'd known Cter, and he was so drastically different now than he was then. And that feeling was bitter, filled her with a sense of longing for the simpler days of the past. It was that longing that made her shaky claw slowly lift, reaching out for her friend's hand.

Maybe she still had a chance to close the distance, to cross a thousand miles in an instant, to make him feel a little less alone.

"You should take a break, your highness. All work and no play make Angel a dull boy."

Future turned swiftly, yanked his hand away from Alphys without a moments hesitation to face a familiar voice. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists as he spotted them.

Alphys' eyes widened, shrunken pupils managing to drift over to the source of their shared suffering.

There, on the railing that surrounded the edge of the rooftop, the disgraced heir sat, kicking their feet happily and staring at Future with murderous red eyes. They lifted their knife, pressing the tip of its blade against the index finger of their other hand.

*What a piss poor reunion.

"So how'd it go?" Asriel perked up as Chara and I stumbled back into the living room. He performed a doubletake, however, upon seeing just how tired the both of us looked. Then he snerked, "Looks like you guys enjoyed yourselves."

"Eugh..." I collapsed face first onto their couch, muffling my groan. "I didn't even come here to fight..."

"Then why'd you stop by?" Asriel arched a brow from the opposite couch, Chara plopping down next to him. "Was it to get in another heated debate on the challenge of paddle ball? Don't lie."

"No, dipass." I rolled my eyes as I lifted my head, even though Asriel's words had made me smile. "It's because we're celebrating my birthday down at the house next week."

"Birthday?" Asriel said with some surprise, before furrowing his brows. "Oh, yeah. Forgot humans had those."

After saying this, he looked over to Chara, who shrugged calmly. "I came out of a cabbage."

"Is that why you have the haircut of a Cabbage Patch Kid?" I lifted my head and pointed at them, only for a pillow to hit my face with lethal precision and make my head drop back to the couch.

"Cter, stop!" Asriel spoke through his laughter, holding his stomach. "You saying stuff like that is the reason they're growing their hair out!"

"Azzy!" Chara snapped, glaring over to him as their face went red. This only made the both of us laugh harder, however.

Chara crossed their arms, pouting while they waited for me and Asriel to stop cackling at their expense. At some point in laughing like an idiot, I flipped onto my back. Soon enough we stopped our giggling, and Chara sighed, rolling their eyes and opting to head back to the original topic.

"So, what about your birthday?" They arched a brow over to me while I looked at them upside down, legs hanging over the arm of the couch and hands folded in my lap. "You want a card or what?"

"That's optional." I grunted, sitting up and turning to face the two. "I actually dropped by to invite the two'a you to the celebration."

The both of them looked a little surprised at that, exchanging some anxious glances. I smiled politely, waving a hand to dismiss their fears.

"I get it if you guys aren't ready to be in that big of a social situation." I explained calmly. "I know the Surface isn't really either'a yours thing, and its only been six months since, y'know."

"I get it if you guys can't make it. We'll all see you two another day, it's perfectly alright." I assured with that patient smile. "But you two are my friends, and I did wanna invite you."

"... We'll," Chara scratched the back of their head, shooting a confirmation glance to Asriel before continuing. "We'll think on it."

"That's all I'm askin'." I said as I climbed to my feet. "No pressure."

"Anyway, I should probably head back home." I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder. "Toriel is gonna be done with dinner soon."

"I'll see you guys around, alri-?" I stopped speaking as I spun on my heel, eyes widening down at the little monochromatic Frisk that stood across from me, looking up into my emerald orbs with the empty blackness where their eyes would be. ". . ?"

"Uhh..?" Chara stood slowly, looking equally baffled as they tilted their head to look around me at the grayscale child that had suddenly... Appeared in their home.

"Cter The Hacker?" The child asked, paying no mind to the wide spread confusion as they tilted their head up to me.

"Uhh... Billie Eiless?" I gestured to them, shaking my head slowly with furrowed brows. My joke made them smile, and that was certainly a sight in its own right.

"CORE Frisk." They corrected calmly, that smile remaining on their face. Hearing the name, I recognized why they looked familiar. "It's nice to finally meet you, after hearing so much."

For a staple member of a crime syndicate, I'd been pretty big in the Undertale fandom once upon a time. And while in theory, meeting another character I'd once thought fictional would be fun and exciting, this was beyond strange, them suddenly appearing like this. After hearing so much? What did that mean?

As if to confirm my anxieties, C Frisk spoke again.

"We need to talk."

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