"❄☟☜ 🏱☹✌✡☜☼ ☟✌💧 ☜☠❄☜☼☜👎 ❄☟☜ 🕆☠👎☜☼☝☼⚐🕆☠👎"
( The Player has entered the Underground )
A patch of words has appeared in front of the human, between Undyne and Frisk.
The human stood there, staring at the text and slowly tilted their head to the side. What did that even mean? These characters looked like something you'd find on Microsoft Word. After a while of staring at the font, They'd just scratch the side of their head slightly. Unawares of if Undyne was still going to attack or not.
A bead of sweat trailed down the side of her head as the child stated their weapon would be determination. Soon after, picking up a stick. The undying knight face palmed in detest. "You've got to be kidding me..." She narrowed her eyes at the child. The child seemed distracted, but she continued on, "Let's just say...you're 'determination' wont last.." she said pointing at the child's stick. It seemed she couldn't see the wing digs between the two, but Chara eye's widen as they red the fonts. It was a code After deciphering the language, the fallen child narrowed their eyes and looked around. "What? Hey Frisk...what is that?!"
Within the skeleton brother's home, Sans and Papyrus were discussing with one another about the situration while Undyne and Frisk were out of the room.
"What was that for?!"
"Er..What do you mean? I just dont wan--"
"No Sans! No more lies! What is really going on??"
The taller skeleton stood in waiting for an answer, but the smaller skeleton turned away in a sulking manner. He didnt know why he had an outburst like that. It just slipped. Plus, he could barely trust the human after hearing the truth. He cant risk loosing Papyrus a second time. The sheer thought of it ached his soul.
"Look, bro.." Sans gave a nervous smile trying to avoid this conversation. "Let's just go outside with the others , okay? I can explain later--"
"Oh. Just like you said last time, right? So let me take a wild guess..You don't wanna talk about it until YOU are ready, right?" Sans has never seen this side of Papyrus. And in all honesty, he didnt like being scold for the obvious. He honestly never thought Papyrus would ever get so irritated to where he would act on it or even confront him. It was enviable now...he needed to escape.
"Look Bro..Can we just-- ugh..Never mind. " Sans couldn't even ask to be excused. Instead, he would flicker from sight, leaving Papyrus to gasp to his sudden exiting.
"SANS--!" the taller brother was too late. Unable to stop Sans, he walked over to his bed and sat down. He needed this time to himself to think. He felt mentally distorted.
Sans appeared right next to Flowey as he let out a drafty sigh. His breathe escaping his mouth into a cloud of cold air before him as he looked to the flower and smirked. "So what did I miss? Hope you don't mind if I join ya.." The flower meeped to Sans' sudden arrival. Of course, it irritated the flower as he shifted his eyes away. "Nothing....And I DO mind! " the flower argued. But as the flower made it's statement, Sans sat down on the porch and smirked. "Heh! Aww, don't be such a bush, Flowey. I wont pick your roots as long as you don't pick on my bones..Truce?" he was actually considering to call things even between the two. Even after their long past with each other, he didnt know the flower was Asriel. Well, he had no choice but to befriend the flower now. After all, he was the next heir to the throne.
Flowey growled under his breathe, "T-...truce!" it seems the two were making peace with each other. And just as Sans turned to face Frisk and Undyne, his facial expression gloomed into a horror to the words before Frisk. What was that? Sans was familiar with reading Wing-dings, also known as the language of 'Hands'. He held his cool, maybe this was something Frisk purposely caused? He looked to Flowey who watched in waiting for the battle to take place.
"Here!" Undyne stated before breaking her spear in half, and tossing the point for the child to catch it. Of course, from the original routine of the game, the spear was used to block her incoming attack of spears. If the child caught it or not, she would wait for them to prepare themself. Still unaware and unable to see the fonts even in front of her.
The human glanced up towards the Fish when they had said that their determination wouldn't last and couldn't take the stick seriously. They couldn't blame the undying fish at all, this would probably have come off as pretty stupid to them. Though it was their only real choice, right? Though it didn't seem like the fish could see the words which were between them, and even if they did, they didn't seem interested in them. The human's gaze however moved over towards Chara as they spoke and simply shrugged, not even knowing what it had said before their phone began to ring; the queen's ringtone despite having turned their phone to vibrate.
Letting out a sigh, the human would have dropped the stick and fished the phone out of their pocket; flipping it open and bringing it to their ear. "Hey Mom, ... Mom?" Frisk's body lolled to the side slightly as she heard breathing for a few moments before hearing their mother respond, as if they were rather fearful of something. There was the sound of the crying monsters and the froggits panicking and all that going on in the background.
"My Child, there's no time!" The queen would have said into the phone with an alerting loudness. "He's killing everything, he won't be reasoned with. I --" there was silence in the background of the call. It was strange that the monsters had gone silent. "He's at the door, I'm going to slow him down. I'll make sure he won't be able to pass" The sound of Toriel running down the steps and towards the exit of the ruins could be heard when all of a sudden a quick moving object could be heard closing in behind the goat, a mumble "I'm sorry my..." ,followed by a sound frisk knew all to well.
Clack... Clack...Tsh – Beep beep beep...
The human just stood there, mouth partially open and their hand gripping the phone in their hand. "Mom...?" They stood there silently even as the half of the spear was tossed to them, smacking them in the forehead and falling down to the ground. The human payed no mind as they seemed to be staring into space before slowly turning their head to Sans as tears began to roll down their face.
This can't be happening, The human thought to themselves. What's a player? The human began to glance over their shoulder towards the rest of Snowdin as an unknown humanoid individual whom only appeared as a silhouette with a rather strange looking spear which was reminiscent of a computer cursor and a four-button-shield with AWSD printed on it, was entering in an not so kind entrance. A bloody red smile applied on their face, more sinister than Chara's during the Genocide Route.
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"YoU tHoUgHt YoU cOuLd BrEaK fReE fRoM mY CoNtRoL?!" The wind carried their voice over towards the group outside of the Skeleton House. It sounded like the same voice continuously overlapping at various different pitches, but venomous to the ear all the same. "I aM gOiNg To StOp YoU fRoM fIxiNg It aLl!" This being didn't seem to have a soul, for Sans to grab. It seemed more like a compilation of data scrapped together and its stats were all glitchy since it didn't belong.
LV 999 HP ∞/∞
The being threw a toy knife towards the human and landed at their feet. They wanted them to kill them all again, to submit to their whims, to be a slave to the control of a Player once more, even though the Frisk had no idea what a player was or what was going on. They were mentally lost on this, but they were angry.
The human knelt down and snatched the toy knife from the snow and stared at it, their eyes then moving up to see the player standing in front of them as they straightened out their own legs. "KiLl ThEm AlL OvEr AgAiN. SuBmIt To My CoNtRol AgAiN." Frisk simply stood there, staring into the tall figure's abdomen before jabbing the knife into the being's chest cavity with a swift movement.
The player stood above the human for a few moments, staring down at them as they defied the verbally given order. Their voice now calmed, the player spoke up, "Oh... I see. You love the skeleton that much, that you won't betray him, again. Heh, that's right. To think you thought you were in control," The player's eyes moved to glance at Chara I've been watching this whole time..." The player sighed lightly, looking around at the human's friends which have gathered. "Then I'll make you watch," Silky tendrils erupted from beneath their feet then wrapped around the child despite their quick movement to flail and resist and held them up above what was to become the battle field. Their arms and legs restricted and their mouth covered. their hazel blue eyes kept opened to watch as the Player went to aim their spear-like weapon towards Undyne.
Just when things were thought to not get worse, the child's phone rung.. Sans smirked to the scene as a phone call was taking place just before a spar. He paid it no mind and turned his attention to the distance of the monsters in town roaming their daily routine. Leaving the child to finish their phone call. As Undyne tosse the spear, she didnt expect it to hit the kid during a phone call. She winced to the impact and softly apologized so she wouldnt disturb the phone call that was taking place. Sans turned and scoffed, "Oh come on, Undyne!" Undyne turned to Sans with a guilty expression; of course, she didnt mean to. Sans turned his attention from undyne to hear Frisk' voice shift to a more depressing tone. Calling for their mother through the phone. The call would end, but the child was now looking at Sans with tears over flowing their eyes. Sans, Undyne, and even Flowey turned to the tear-filled child and quickly assisted them.
"What's wrong kid?" he asked. Just as he was about to walk over to them, something in the distance was different..Screams in the distant could be hear, people were quickly running into there homes and slamming the doors behind them to secure their own safety.
Something was drawing near... Chara listened to the phone call as they're eyes appeared dull and lifeless. What happened just now? Was this real? Chara slightly turned to face the screams coming from the distance that was no longer reaching them from the phone call. Instead, it was drawing closer...easing it's way towards them. A black shadow of glitches approached them. Undyne quickly turned to the screams that took place, "What the hell is going on.." the royal guard asked in a rather hushed tone as she turned to witness he being drawing closer. She stepped out of the way...what was this feeling?! It was the feeling of wrath and fear merged as one and standing before her as they approached the human after tossing what seemed like a knife to their feet. Sans put himself in guard, as for Flowey, they began to shake; even a monster has enough sense to know when danger is near. Whatever it was, it came for Frisk.
Chara witnessed Frisk picking up the knife..This being was entity of control. Chara could feel it. Even the fallen child was frightened, but knew to hold their ground! Chara encouraged Frisk to stab the being, hopefully to dust it from existence. But it was no effect. Chara observed the being's HP status as it barely moved an inch. It 's calm voice reaching the poor child's ears alarmed them. Of course, Chara was on the impression the the being couldn't see them, until it turned to face directly at Chara and speak the words, ' I've been watching this whole time. . .". They almost felt like their heart was going to burst. Chara had a feeling the errors Frisk was creating would not go unnoticed...what have they done?! "RUN!" Chara yelled to Frisk, but it was too late. The child was already snatched.
"FRISK!"
Sans, Flowey, and Undyne yelled as the child was now in serious danger. That's when Sans jumped into action, Quickly about to grab Frisk by the soul, he turned the child's soul blue and pulled with a flick of his wrist, if the child didnt get loose, he would release the child's soul from being blue.
In the mean time, Undyne quickly dodged the spear-like weapon- barely as it graced a scratch against her cheek. She growled and launched forward with her spear aimed for the being known as "Player".