#I can’t believe it’s nearly been a year since last alphys week!

[courtpheasent]

ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN BABY

[ID: It’s an orange, glittery box. Inside, there is white text that reads: Alphys Week! This is followed, also in the box, by smaller text: September 5th to 11th, 2022. Makeup week: September 19th to 25th, 2022. Finally, in slightly larger text, it lists the themes of each day. They are in the following order: Anime, Dating Start, Crown, Coffee, Au, Sun, and Free day. End ID.]

That’s right!!! Let your Alphys Love show through any means you wish- Cosplay, Art, Fics, whatever you see fit! If you want to craft elaborately rigged cuckoo clocks to the prompts? First off, that’s cool as hell, and secondly, go for it!!!

Just make sure to include #alphysweek or #alphysweek2022 in your posts, so I can see them!!!

And most importantly, have fun!!!

[yastaghr]

Grey 16 - Torture and Rape Aftermath

Stretch prepares to enact his plan on Spike and TNT. Blue re-meets Felldyne and helps Scales recover from being raped.

WARNINGS: Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Rape, Rape Aftermath, Forced Pregnancy, Death Threats

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16555439/chapters/59168641

Getting ahold of his targets was surprisingly easy. It was like neither Spike nor TNT had ever faced a serious threat. Stretch let himself laugh when he finally had them tied down in the empty shed he knew would be hiding in the depths of Waterfall. It had plenty of holes in it, so Temmie would easily be able to watch. Stretch suspected that he had seen them through one of the lower holes on the east wall. “nyeh heh heh heh! wow, did you seriously think that i needed help with a surprise for berry? you really are idiots.”

Spike growled and TNT grunted. He hadn’t gagged either of them because he wanted to hear them scream. it had been so long since blue had screamed. now he usually whimpered, which wasn’t nearly as satisfying. The other advantage of not gagging TNT and Spike was that he could have some fun with bantering. Stretch wasn’t really a monologuer. He was definitely more of a banterer.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Don’t you know who we are, stranger?” Spike spat. She looked a lot like the Captain Alphys of his world, only she had a sci fi inspired pair of glasses that formed one long arc around her skull. They had slots in them, but they were probably far sturdier than a pair of glasses. Maybe that was the point. They looked ridiculous.

Stretch let a crazed grin slide across his skull. “oh, i know. you are the captain of the royal guard in this world, and she is the royal scientist of this world. you’re also encroaching on my territory by claiming to be the datemates of berry. i don’t like that.”

They both recoiled as much as they could with their being tied down. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?!” TNT said, outraged. She was taller than Stretch and looked similar to the Dr. Undyne of his world, only her eyes were very noticeably two different sizes.

Stretch hissed, “you are claiming to be the datemates of berry and i don’t like it.”

“We’ve been dating Berry for years now, and Berry says that you just got here a week ago. You don’t get to decide who gets to date him, freak,” Spike growled.

Stretch laughed in a way that sounded way more unhinged than he thought he was, but the effect that it had on Spike and TNT was worth it. They looked deeply perturbed and, for the first time, scared. “oh, i’m not the freak here, spike. you are. and i’m going to make you look like it.” The two girls struggled against the bonds, but they were thoroughly tied down to the heavy oak tables that he had dragged in for this exact purpose. Neither of them could move. “now, which one of you wants to lose your fingers first?”

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Blue tried not to let Red’s surprise at how eager he was to see Felldyne get to him. He was excited to see her again! She had been so nice to him last time. That Edge and Red had been so reluctant to take him really was touching, but he knew he would be fine. He didn’t like hiding or lying to people. Even if she decided to hurt him, he had a lot of practice dealing with pain.

As they came into the clearing by Felldyne’s house Blue saw her. Felldyne was leaning on the Mad Dummy. Her expression was… arch. “Oh, so you decided to confide in me about this after all, best friend. How nice of you.”

Edge sighed. “IT WAS HIS IDEA, ACTUALLY. DON’T ASK ME WHY.”

Blue stepped forward with a bright smile on his face and held out his hand. “HI! I’M BLUE! I LOVE YOUR ARMOR. IT’S VERY… SHARP!”

Felldyne stared at him like he was from another planet. That was okay with Blue, though. He was used to it. Her stare went on for a while before she laughed. “You’re alright, kid. A bit too cheerful, but bold as they come. I like that. You’re welcome to hang out with me anytime. I could use a bit of brightness in my life.”

Blue couldn’t help but widen his smile. “THEN I’LL BRING IT!”

She said thoughtfully, “You should come to my training sessions with Edge. I don’t want to find out that someone sliced up that smile into little pieces. You should know how to fight.”

Red butted in before Blue could accept. “he says he’s a healer, ‘dyne, and you should have seen him. he sedated the whole rabbit gang and the dog squad all in one go! if that isn’t impressive i don’t know what is.”

Felldyne froze, staring at him like he was the answer to all her problems. Blue shifted uncomfortably and said, “I HAVE THE TRAINING TO BE A HEALER AND A DOCTOR, BUT I DON’T HAVE A LICENSE. MY QUEEN DIDN’T LIKE SOME THINGS I DID IN THE PAST. THEY HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH MY SKILLS AS A HEALER, BUT SHE STILL REFUSED TO SIGN MY LICENSE. I-”

“I don’t care what you did. I need a healer desperately, and all of the ones here are booked solid. Please help me!” Felldyne pleaded.

Blue felt hugely guilty, but not because he was going to refuse. No, he felt guilty that he hadn’t said anything last time. Felldyne needed him. He felt like he had let her down. He couldn’t change the past… future… other timeline? He couldn’t change it, whatever it was. He could only do his best to help her now. “I’LL DO EVERYTHING I CAN, FELLDYNE. WHAT DO YOU NEED HELP WITH?”

Felldyne shifted nervously from foot to foot. Interesting. “It’s Scales, my girlfriend. She’s pregnant and needs medical care pretty bad, nerd. I’ve done my best, but… I’ll tell you when we get there, okay?”

Blue nodded quickly. “I UNDERSTAND. YOU WANT A LITTLE PRIVACY, RIGHT? JUST LEAD ME TO HER AND I’LL HELP.”

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Blue stared at the tormented face of Scales. She was clearly in a great deal of pain, and so the first thing he did was draw a sigil for pain relief over her to help with that. Then he took a closer look at the rest of her. She looked a lot like his friend Alphys, except without all the muscles and with two somewhat functional eyes. Glasses with swirls were worn over a torn and bloodied lab coat. Blue could see raw flesh beneath the tears. It didn’t seem to be actively bleeding anymore, though. He’d still like to put a few stitches in them. They were quite big. The tears weren’t the worst part, though. Scales seemed to be bleeding from under her lab coat. When he looked, the summoned magic was raw and also had… a certain white substance that he recognized intimately.

Combined with everything else, Blue had a theory as to what had happened, but he didn’t want to out and out say it, so he instead said what he thought was a safe topic. It wasn’t. “YOUR BABY SHOULD BE FINE, MS. SCALES. YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY TELL THE OTHER PARENT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.”

All four of the other monsters growled. Red and Edge had insisted on coming in as well, and Scales hadn’t wanted them to leave. It was a little intimidating to be surrounded by growls, but not nearly as intimidating as it would have been if one of them was his brother.

“fuck it, you deserve to know. that bastard certainly already knows. he’s the one who raped her!” Red said darkly.

“OH,” Blue swallowed. He really didn’t like the implications of that answer, but he could help no matter what. “THEN I WOULD TRY NOT TO TELL HIM. RAPISTS DO NOT REACT IN A GOOD WAY TO BEING TOLD THAT. I KNOW THAT PERSONALLY. I DON’T THINK IT WOULD BE SAFE TO LOSE THE BABY AT THIS MOMENT, BUT IN A WEEK OR TWO, YES. RIGHT NOW THE BLOOD LOSS WOULD BE TOO MUCH. I CAN HELP WHEN YOU’RE READY. IT REALLY IS SAFE AT THIS STAGE, AND THE BABY HASN’T DEVELOPED A SOUL YET, JUST A BUNDLE OF MAGIC. I’VE HAD TO LOSE THEM MUCH LATER.”

“She can’t lose it,” Felldyne said darkly, “He said he’d kill her if she-”

“Wait!” Scales yelled, sitting up, “You’ve had to lose babies from rape at a much later date in the pregnancy?”

Blue blinked and nodded glumly. “I WAS A CUTE KID, AND LEGALLY, BACK HOME, THE CRIME IS THE FAULT OF THE VICTIM FOR NOT TAKING ADEQUATE PRECAUTIONS. THE FIRST TIME I WAS IN TOO MUCH DANGER OF BLEEDING OUT UNTIL I WAS SIX MONTHS IN BECAUSE OF HOW BADLY I WAS HURT. I WAS ONLY SIX.”

The room went absolutely silent. Everyone was staring at him. He could feel them judging him, but it wouldn’t be the first time. He sighed. Maybe they would all hate him now. He hoped that they would still let him help Scales. She didn’t deserve to suffer just because he’d been gullible as a child. Maybe-

Blue, scaly arms swept him up in a hug. They were quickly joined by two sets of bony ones. He squeaked, “A HUG? WHAT-”

“Oh shut up and let them hug you!” Scales said from her reluctant place on the bed. “If you hadn’t strapped me down to this bed I would be hugging you too. They hugged me when they found out what happened to me! What else besides a hug were you expecting after a statement like that?”

Blue gulped. “IF YOU WANT ME TO SHUT UP, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER YOU?”

Scales narrowed her eyes at him. “You really mean that, don’t you? You’re not trying to be smart at all. Just answer the question. I’d rather know that than have you be quiet by a long ways.”

“UM… I WAS EXPECTING YOU TO HATE ME? THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE BACK HOME WHO KNOWS HAS DONE. IT’S BEEN 17 YEARS SINCE ANYONE’S HUGGED ME BECAUSE I GOT RAPED,” Blue said honestly.

Red’s skull snapped down to face him from where it had been resting on top of his skull. “what about your brother? didn’t he hug you?”

“I WASN’T RAPED WHILE HE AND I WERE… TOGETHER. BEFORE THAT, HE WOULD GET MAD,” Blue said. Mentally he added ‘at me’, but he didn’t say it out loud. He’d already shared so much personal stuff today, and he really didn’t want them to realise how gross he was yet. He wanted to have some friends for a little bit, at least. If he told them that his own brother had been mad at him he was sure that they either would agree with Stretch or not believe him. That was what had happened in the past.

Edge looked at him sympathetically. “I UNDERSTAND. I KNOW I GET MAD WHEN I FIND OUT SOMEBODY HAS BEEN RAPED. I JUST KNOW THAT THERE’S VERY LITTLE POINT IN SHOWING IT, AT LEAST WHERE FELLGORE IS CONCERNED.”

Blue’s eye lights blew out wide. He squeaked, “YOUR KING? YOUR KING IS THE ONE WHO DID THIS?”

All of the others nodded. Felldyne eventually said, “He’s the only one who could get away with it, Blue. The Queen made the laws about the Big Four back before their children died, and long before she did. The King made the rule after he’d killed her that he was exempt from them.”

Blue let out a huff and stomped his foot. “THAT’S… THAT’S SO UNFAIR! WHY DO THE ROYALS ALWAYS TREAT THEIR PEOPLE LIKE PUPPETS? THEY ACT LIKE WE AREN’T REAL, AND THEY ARE, AND IT’S REALLY UNFAIR! I WISH I COULD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, BUT I’M SO WEAK I’D BE DUSTED IN AN INSTANT. IT’S JUST… SO UNFAIR!”

He couldn’t read the expressions that passed between the other four, but they didn’t leave him in the dark for long. “What if you could, Blue? Would you really help?” Felldyne asked appraisingly.

“OF COURSE I WOULD!” Blue said firmly. “I PROMISED MY DAD THAT I WOULD DO ANYTHING I COULD TO HELP PEOPLE!”

More expressions passed. Then, slowly, Scales said, “I think we might be able to do it. But we can’t talk about it up here. Blue, come unstrap me. Felldyne, come carry me down to the basement. I’ll be safer down there anyway. I think I have a plan.”

[krat395]

DEFINITELY WORTH IT!!! (Chapter 1)

This story takes place two weeks after “WORTH IT!!!” and as you can probably tell, it is the sequel. I decided to do something a bit darker this time around. WARNING: This is a tickle fic and it has been labeled “mature" due to a large usage of profanity, but also because of foot fetish and intense tickle torture. So in other words, read at your own risk. Anyway, this is Chapter 1 of a 3-chapter story. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it. Undertale © Toby Fox

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A few quick headcanons for M.K. (Monster Kid):

11 years old

doesn’t wear shoes

has sharp toe claws 

Closest representation I could find as to how I picture him: Click here for picture  

And for those of you that don’t know, he has robot arms in my stories.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

********************************************** DEFINITELY WORTH IT!!! Chapter 1: A Both Fortunate and Unfortunate Accident

It is a Thursday at Alphys and Undyne’s house. Yesterday, Alphys left to visit her friends, Bratty and Catty, and won’t be back until later this afternoon. Undyne is currently at the house and can’t wait until Alphys gets home. Undyne wants to surprise her girlfriend by cleaning the entire house and she has been cleaning since 10am this morning. She washed the dishes, did the laundry, vacuumed, and dusted, as well as many other nice things.

It is now 2:30pm and there is one room that still needs cleaning, their bedroom. Undyne then spent the next thirty minutes cleaning the bedroom. After thirty minutes, there was one last area left to clean, and that area was under the bed. Undyne and Alphys have a fold out queen-sized bed, so she folded it up and got down on her hands and knees to clean the floor. Undyne got as close as she could to the wall and when she was nearly finished, the bed somehow unfolded and fell down on top of her. Undyne tried to get away as quickly as she could, but the bed came down too fast and she wound up getting trapped under the bed. Undyne was lying on her stomach and had her feet sticking out at the foot of the bed. Undyne is not being crushed, but she is completely unable to move her legs and torso and is in absolutely no position to push the bed up off of her. Her physical strength is not enough to help her this time around and all she can do is wait until someone shows up to help her get out from under the bed.

It wasn’t too long until M.K. (Monster Kid) stopped by for a visit. He has just finished school and wanted to see Undyne and Alphys since he hasn’t seen them all week. Yesterday, he had a day off from school, so he had a fun-filled day with Papyrus to celebrate his day off. M.K. is a student at Toriel’s school just like Frisk, Chara, and Asriel and every single student at the school is given a day off every other Wednesday. The reason for this is because Toriel believes students deserve a break every once in a while, and having no school every other Wednesday is her way of showing that. She even starts school late on the Mondays during the weeks where the students don’t have Wednesday off. M.K. then entered the house using the key that Undyne and Alphys gave him only to find that the two girls weren’t in plain sight. Undyne is currently trapped under her bed and M.K. doesn’t know that Alphys is currently with Bratty and Catty.

M.K.: Yo! Anyone home!? Undyne? Alphys?

Undyne heard M.K. downstairs and immediately yelled for help.

Undyne: I’m up here! Help!

M.K. then ran upstairs to see why Undyne was yelling for help and noticed that she was under the bed.

M.K.: Undyne! Undyne: M.K.! Thank goodness! M.K.: What are you doing under the bed Undyne? Undyne: I was cleaning and for some god forsaken reason the bed fell down on top of me! I’m not getting crushed or anything but I’m stuck and I’m in absolutely no position to push the bed up and off of me! M.K.: So wait! You’re saying that you’re trapped under the bed? Undyne: Yes! M.K.: You can’t get out at all? Undyne: No! M.K.: Are you sure? Undyne: Just get me out, ok! M.K.: I don’t know. You sure got yourself into a sticky situation Undyne. It would be a shame if I couldn’t use this to my advantage. Undyne: Wait! What do you mean by that!? M.K.: … Undyne: M.K.!

M.K. noticed that Undyne’s feet were sticking out under the bed. Two weeks ago, M.K. was mercilessly tickled by Undyne after he tickled her while she was sleeping. Now with Undyne trapped under the bed, this is the perfect opportunity for M.K. to get his revenge. M.K. grabbed a pillow of off the bed and placed Undyne’s feet on the pillow. Undyne tried kicking as much as she could, but she still couldn’t move her legs or torso at all.

Undyne: M.K.! What are you doing? M.K.: You’ll see. *removes Undyne’s boots revealing her bare feet* Undyne: Hey! Don’t take my boots off! Wait! You better not be doing what I think you’re gonna do! M.K.: Payback time Undyne! *rapidly tickles Undyne’s feet* Undyne: NAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M.K.: That’s right Undyne! I can tickle your gorgeous feet all I want and there’s nothing you can do about it! Undyne: (What did he just say about my feet!? Does he… like my feet!?) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

Undyne went completely nuts the moment M.K. started tickling her feet. Her feet are extremely ticklish and M.K. is having a blast tickling them. He was hoping to get revenge on Undyne for tickling the crap out of him two weeks ago and now was his chance. M.K. just loves hearing Undyne’s laughter and she is completely helpless. After rapidly tickling her soles for two minutes, M.K. decided to give her a breather, but only so he could grab a few things before tickling her again.

Undyne: *breathing heavily* WHAT THE HELL PUNK?! M.K.: What’s the matter? Big tough fish girl can’t handle a few tickles? Undyne: IT TICKLES SO BAD! MY FEET ARE INSANELY TICKLISH! M.K.: Not so tough now huh Undyne!? Undyne: WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, YOU ARE SO DEAD!! M.K.: You just stay right here Undyne! I’ll be right back! Undyne: WAIT! WHERE ARE GOING!? M.K.: … Undyne: M.K.!

M.K. then scrounged all over the house looking for several utensils he could use to tickle Undyne’s feet. M.K. has a general idea of what to use since he practices tickling his own feet with various objects whenever he’s alone. After five minutes, M.K. returned with numerous utensils.

Undyne: M.K.! What did you just do? M.K.: You’re about to find out. *uses a feather to tickle in between Undyne’s toes on her left foot* Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaa! Is thahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahat a feheheheheheheheheheheheather?! M.K.: Why yes Undyne, it is! Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaaha!

M.K. loved Undyne’s reaction when he used the feather. He couldn’t believe that sticking a feather in between her toes was enough to drive her crazy with laughter. M.K. can’t even imagine what tickling her feet with other objects will be like and is even more anxious to find out. After one minute, he used the feather to tickle her right foot, once again getting in between each one of her toes.

Undyne: Hahahhaahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahaaahhahahahahahahahaahaha! M.K.: Your feet are so gorgeous and your laughter is hilarious! Undyne: (Oh my god! He does like my feet! What a little pervert!) Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha! M.K.: Coochie coochie coo! Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!! M.K.: Time to take things up a notch! *tickles Undyne’s feet with hairbrushes* Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAH AAAAHAHAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAAAAAAHHAAHHAHAHHAAHAAAHHAHAAHAAHHAHA!!!!!!

Undyne shrieked with so much frantic and hysterical laughter once M.K. tickled her feet with the hairbrushes. He scrubbed all over her soles and eventually noticed that she snorts every time he tickles her arches. He got even more excited when he made Undyne snort, so he then decided to focus entirely on scrubbing her ultra-sensitive arches.

Undyne: NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHHAAHHAT *SNORT* MHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHY *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHARCHES!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAH AHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHH!!!! *SNORT* AHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHH!!!! M.K.: Why not?! It seems like a great spot to tickle you! I’m making you snort! This is so much fun!

Undyne’s face was bright red and she tried really hard to push the bed up and off of her but to no avail. Undyne has never laughed this much or this hard and she is PISSED OFF at M.K. For his sake, he better hope that she doesn’t get out of there. M.K. stopped again after tickling Undyne’s feet with feathers and hairbrushes for five minutes.

M.K.: I am having the greatest time! Undyne: YOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT!! DID ANYONE EVER TELL YOU THAT!! M.K.: Yeah, my sister calls me that ALL THE TIME! Undyne: WELL SHE’S RIGHT! NOT ONLY ARE YOU A LITTLE SHIT, YOU’RE A LITTLE PERVERT!! M.K.: Careful Undyne! Remember, you’re the one trapped under the bed! If you keep swearing and calling me names, I won’t let you out and I’ll just tickle you longer! Hehehe. Undyne: OK! I’M SORRY! YOU ARE AN ANGEL! YOU’RE THE NICEST BOY EVER… NOT!!! M.K.: Come on Undyne! Say it like you mean it! UNDYNE: GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE FUCKING DUMBASS PIECE OF SHIT!!! I’M SO GONNA KILL YOU!!! M.K.: Ooh, you’re gonna wish you didn’t say that! Hehehehe. *rapidly tickles her arches with his fingers for two minutes* Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAHA!!! *SNORT* OK HAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAAA I’M *SNORT* HAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SOHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHRRY!!! *SNORT* HAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAHAHHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* M.K.: See Undyne, you can be nice if you really try! *stops tickling her feet* Undyne: THERE I APOLOGIZED!! NOW GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! M.K.: Undyne! What did I say about swearing?! Undyne: OH COME ON!! WHAT MORE DO YOU WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHANT!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHHAHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH AHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!!

Undyne’s sentence was cut short when M.K. did something that made her SCREAM with lots and lots and lots of boisterous and hysterical laughter. She was completely shocked by what M.K. did to make her laugh like that. HE’S LICKING HER FEET! M.K.’s tongue is very rough, which means that it tickles immensely. His tongue tickled more than the hairbrushes! M.K. doesn’t even know what came over him to do something like this. He’s discovering more and more about his foot fetish and he licked Undyne’s left foot with long licks all the way from her ball to her heel. It drove Undyne insane and her eyes were extremely watery.

Undyne: (I cannot believe this kid is licking my feet! Why does his tongue tickle SO FUCKING MUCH?!) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! M.K.: *licking Undyne’s feet* (Why on earth am I doing this?! I honestly have no idea why I’m doing this?! Something deep down in my mind just told me to! And it’s… oddly satisfying!)

After one minute, M.K. switched over to Undyne’s right foot and licked it all the way from her ball to her heel just as he did to her left foot and Undyne screamed and shrieked with more boisterous and hysterical laughter. Up until now, M.K. never knew that his tongue could tickle others THAT much! Then again, Undyne has UNGODLY TICKLISH FEET!

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHAHHAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! (I just can’t stop laughing! It tickles so much! Why are my feet so fucking ticklish?! This is so humiliating!)

M.K. made sure to cover every inch of Undyne’s soles. After another minute, he took licking her feet a step further… by licking her toes!

Undyne: OHOOHHOHOOHOHOOHHO MY GAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAD!!!!!!!!! NOHOHHOHOOHHOHOHHOHHOT MY TOHOHOHHOOHOHOOHOHOHOOHOHOHHOES!!!!!!!!! EHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEEW!!!!!!!!! EHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEW!!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

Undyne is really beginning to believe that M.K. might have a serious problem. He licked every inch of her toes for two whole minutes. He drove Undyne completely crazy when he stuck his tongue in between her toes and she found the entire ordeal quite disturbing. She could not believe someone had to guts to lick her feet like that and she is FURIOUS! M.K. has really gained some confidence with this experience so far. For the first time, he was in control, and he loved it. M.K. is normally one of the nicest kids you’ll ever meet. But in this current situation, he’s being very mischievous and he can’t help himself. But seriously, who can blame him? He’s living the dream of pretty much every boy with a foot fetish.

 M.K.: *stops licking Unydne’s toes* Undyne: *breathing very heavily* OK M.K.! I’M SORRY!! PLEASE JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!! M.K.: I don’t know Undyne. I don’t want to let you out if you keep yelling at me! Undyne: IT’S MY FUCKING HOUSE! I CAN YELL WHENEVER THE FUCK I WANT! AND I TAKE BACK MY APOLOGY YOU SICK LITTLE PERVERT!! M.K.: I’m NOT gonna let you out until you calm down! Undyne: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!! M.K.: I’m afraid not! Hehehehe. *Turns on electric toothbrush* Undyne: IS THAT AN ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH!!! THAT BETTER NOT BE AN ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH!!! M.K.: Hehehehe! *tickles Undyne’s left foot with the toothbrush* Undyne: OHOOHOHOHOHOOHOOHO MY GAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAAD IT IS!!!!! HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAH!!!!! OHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHHOOHO GAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAAD IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHHIHHCKLES!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!! M.K.: Now this is awesome!!

M.K. is having the time of his life. He just thinks it’s awesome how a strong, tough girl like Undyne can be taken down a few pegs with some tickles. He was looking forward to tickling her feet with electric toothbrushes. M.K. once used them to tickle Asriel and he thought using them to tickle Undyne was even better. After one minute, he switched over to Undyne’s right foot.

Undyne: HAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA AAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! M.K.: Brush those feet clean! Brush, brush, brush! Hahahaha! Undyne: OHOHOHOOHOOHOHHOHHOOHOHHOOHOHOOHOHOHHO MAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!!!! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!!!

Undyne is not even sure if M.K. is even planning on getting her out! She really doesn’t like being under the bed any longer than she has to be.

M.K.: *stops tickling Undyne* I could do this all day Undyne! Undyne: Ok you little shit. You got your revenge. I know that you went through a lot two weeks ago. I realize what I did to you was wrong and that I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Now if you would be ever so kind, I’d rather not spend all afternoon… TRAPPED UNDER THIS FUCKING BED!!!

Undyne has so many anger issues that she started swearing and calling M.K. names again, which is something he told her not to do.

M.K.: Undyne! You did all that stuff I told you not to do! To think I was gonna let you out in just two more minutes! Now I’m just gonna have to tickle your feet even longer! It pains me to torture such wonderful feet like yours! Oh wait… it doesn’t! I’m having a wonderful time tickling your feet! They’re… so… gorgeous!! Undyne: OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!! M.K.: You know what’s worse than one electric toothbrush? …Two electric toothbrushes!! *turns on both toothbrushes* Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* NOHHOHOHOHOOHHOHOHOOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHORE!!!!! *SNORT*

M.K. focused primarily on Undyne’s arches when he tickled both of her feet with the toothbrushes. Undyne laughed, screamed, snorted, and everything in between. She was a laughing mess. Her eyes watered again, she couldn’t call for help, and Alphys was still with Bratty and Catty. SHE WAS SCREWED! M.K. knows that he’s taking this too far and in a weird way, he’s using this to help Undyne control her anger. It’s… definitely a work in progress. One can definitely be fooled since Undyne is laughing like a lunatic. But every time the tickling stops, you can tell she’s PISSED! After two more minutes, M.K. stopped using the brushes and gave Undyne another breather.

M.K.: Alright Undyne. I’ll let you out soon, but I… have some requests. Before I get you out, you have to stop swearing, you have to stop calling me names, and most importantly, you need to calm down. Undyne: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! M.K.: Congratulations! You just earned yourself three minutes of nonstop tickling! Undyne: GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!!! M.K.: Six minutes it is! Hehehehe. *tickles Undyne’s feet yet again* Undyne: HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHA!!

M.K. was tickling Undyne’s feet with a paintbrush and fork. He used the paintbrush to tickle her left foot and the fork to tickle her right foot.

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAA!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHA!! M.K.: What tickles more Undyne, the fork or the paintbrush? Undyne: HAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHA!! M.K.: I’m waiting Undyne! Undyne: HAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M.K.: I have all afternoon Undyne! Undyne: THHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE FOHOHOOHOHOHOOHHORK!!! THEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE FOHOOHOHOHOHOOOHOOHOHOHHRK!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAA!! M.K.: Awesome!

After one minute, M.K. began tickling Undyne’s left foot with the fork and her right foot with the paintbrush.

Undyne: HAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M.K.: Who would’ve thought that a fork would make such an awesome tool for tickling? Not me, that’s for sure! Undyne: (Oh my fucking god I wanna yell at him so badly!) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAAAHAHHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

After another minute, M.K. tickled Undyne’s toes with a comb. This caused her to unleash lots and lots of hysterical and frantic laughter, especially when he moved the comb in between each one of her ungodly ticklish toes.

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAT IN BEEHHEHEHETWEEHEHEHEHEHEN MY TOHOHOHHOHHOOHOOHES!!!!!! I HAHAHAHAAHAAHAHHAHATE THE COHOHOHOHHOHOOHOOHOHOMB!!!!!! M.K.: Don’t lie Undyne! You know you love it! Undyne: NOHOHHOHHOOHOOHOHOHOHHHO I DOHOHOHHOOHHOOHOHON’T!!!!!! I REHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHALLY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHATE IT!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

After two minutes, M.K. got even more torturous. He once again tickled her arches with the hairbrushes AND licked her toes! He was tickling her worst spots with the hairbrushes and he once again stuck his tongue in between each one of her ungodly ticklish toes, causing Undyne to unleash her loudest laughter yet. Her face got even redder than before, she had lots and lots of tears running down her cheeks, she frantically shook her head, she constantly pounded her fists, and she was vibrating intensely like a Temmie. There was seemingly no end to this merciless torture!

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAA HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* NGAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAAAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!

M.K. stopped after two minutes and smiled triumphantly. He tickled Undyne’s feet nonstop for six minutes!

M.K.: How did you like that Undyne?

Undyne: …

M.K.: Undyne?

Undyne: …

M.K.: Undyne! Say something!

Undyne: …

M.K.: Oh no! OH GOD NO!

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FOFUPTA Chapter 8

The Answer to a Question you were Too Afraid to Ask

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The audio in the recording cuts out after Alphys had apparently turned it off.  Now Frisk picks up the wire and sits back down, silencing the static that followed. Papyrus and Alphys both look at you.  Frisk looks like they’re talking to Chara. You sigh.  Why can’t any of your nightmares just be dreams?  You wonder if that one about the spider you had ten years ago is also going to turn out to be true. Frisk is the first to speak.  “That wasn’t nearly as informative as I was expecting,” they say.  You nod.  They think for a second before they go on.  “I wasn’t going to do this, but you know, I’m pretty curious, too.  I’m gonna let Chara talk to you directly.” “are you sure?” you ask.  They nod. “They’ve been behaving.  It’ll be fine,” they say, but they look to Alphys and Papyrus for confirmation. The two of them only found out about Chara earlier today, so they look reasonably disturbed, but neither of them object. “Alright,” says Frisk, “Here goes.” They close their eyes and open them again with a deep breath and a long stretch.  “Hi, Sans.” they say. “chara.” “Not in the mood for civilities?  That’s fine.  So, who wants to hear a story?” Papyrus raises his hand.  Chara laughs and leans backward. “One upon a time,” they say, “there was a royal scientist named Wing Din Gaster.  He was known throughout the underground for his brains and his abilities.  He finished the CORE, his crown achievement, a few weeks after I fell.  People thought of him as the unassuming sort - smart, quiet, kept to himself, mostly.  He didn’t like anyone going into his lab, and no one thought that was weird at all.  He just liked his privacy, people would say.  My dad trusted him completely.” Chara’s smile widens and they look at Alphys.  “Then, one day, the young Alphys who had just finished building Metaton and was working on a doctorate, earned an internship under Gaster.  He didn’t let her into his real lab, but she was close enough to him that it wasn’t long before she became suspicious.  Only a few weeks after she started working with him, she went to the royal guard and insisted that she’d heard something through the walls of his lab.  Something like screaming.” You and Papyrus look at Alphys, who’s face has gone pale.  Chara keeps going. “Her claims were disregarded, of course.  Gaster was trusted entirely by the people, and Alphys was known for going weeks without sleep sometimes.  People reasoned that she must have been hearing things that weren’t there.  And that was that, until two months later.  It was a... Wednesday.  Wednesday night.  Gaster had gone home for the day, and Alphys decided to investigate on her own.”  Chara breaks from the story and says, “Now, I’ve only heard this part of the story second-hand, so there are probably parts that the people who told me left out.  But here’s what I know.” They slip back into their narrator-voice.  “Alphys snuck into Gaster’s lab and started looking through the first room she came across.  She found an operation table with leather straps on it, and a few other things that didn’t quite belong.  A hammer, a chisel, a buzz saw... the tools of important science work, surely.” Chara laughs.  “Needless to say, she was a little freaked out.  She found the feed from the security cameras.  Nearby was a tiny room with two skeletons in it, clearly being held against their will.  She found the controls for the door and opened it remotely.  Then, she called Undyne, a member the royal guard.  Once Undyne was on her way, she went looking for the skeletons.” They sigh, searching their memory.  “I don’t know what happened next in too much detail, but soon after Alphys found them, Gaster arrived at the lab.  He’d set up an alarm to tell him if someone entered his lab, and he was determined to stop them from leaving.  Around this time, Undyne finally arrived as well.  There was a fight, and Sans managed to push Gaster into the determination extractor, and he turned it on.” Chara stretches again.  “So that’s the story of how W. D. Gaster died.  I’m not sure how he was forgotten.  Something probably happened after I died.  Or maybe it was more gradual.  Either way, that’s pretty much all I know.  Any questions?” You raise a hand.  “i have one.” “Yes?” “how do you know all this?” “Eavesdropping, mostly.” they reply, “You told me some of it.” “rude.” “I suppose, but I don’t think I’ll be losing any sleep over it.”

You get the text late one Saturday afternoon, immediately preceded by a sudden feeling that time had shifted.  You open it to find that it’s from Frisk. *How fast can you get here? You have to think about it.  Frisk is at some official-sounding meeting on the other side of the country (part of their duties as ambassador) and you don’t really have a fast way to get there, but the handheld machine of yours could get you there if you find an object to trace.  The problem is finding something.  You text back. *give me two hours. Frisk replies almost immediately. *Papyrus could be dead by then. Well shit.  You pull yourself out of bed and text back on your way into the living room. *give me five minutes.

*i’m here. You send the text as you walk up to the building.  It’s the edge of sunset here, and the light reflects off the windows in red and orange so that you can’t quite see in.  Frisk replies after a minute. *Great.  I need you to make sure nobody comes in through the back door. *If something happens, pull the fire alarm. You head towards the back entrance and text back. *k.

You test the handle and find that the door is locked, before leaning against the wall next to it.  You feel like you’ve done this before.  You probably have. It’s cold - not the way Snowdin is cold, with soft edges and languid hospitality, but with a sharpness to it that gnaws at the edges of your vision and lingers in the back of your mind.  Before long, someone walks up the the door and reaches to try the handle.  You call out to them. “sorry, kid,” you say, even though they look like a young adult, “the door’s locked.  you’ll have to go around front.” They look up suddenly, not having noticed you before.  They test the handle anyway and curse when it doesn’t give.  “I have to get through here.” “you late for something?” “Very.”  They try the handle again. “the front door works, as far as i know,” you say, “if you hurry i bet you could make it.” “No time.” they say, and they pull out a gun. “woah,” you say, “lets not be brash.” “Relax.  I’m just going to shoot the lock out.” “you’re going to break into a government building.” “Yes.” they aim the gun.  You shortcut it back into their belt before they can fire.  “The hell?” “sorry, i’m not just gonna stand here and watch while you do that.”  The kid scowls and draws the gun again, this time aiming it at you.  You shortcut it back again.  “pretty sure you don’t want to fight me, kid.” “I will if I have to,” they grumble, reaching for the gun again. You shortcut it back one more time.  “This is your last warning.” The kid starts to reach for it again, but hesitates, apparently having heard the seriousness in your tone.  They curse and run back toward the front entrance.  You don’t follow them, but you do shortcut the gun out of their belt as they go, letting it fall harmlessly to the ground, unnoticed.

Some time later, you don’t keep track of how long, the door opens from the inside.  Frisk steps out, closing it gently behind them, and checks their watch, never meeting your eyes. “Three... two... one...” You jump at the sound - a bang that rebounds on the inside of your skull - and turn to see the windows of the building, glowing red with fire rather than sunlight.  Frisk doesn’t even flinch, but you notice how they wrap their clothes around them (formal wear - they have a robe much like the ones Toriel wears) and cover their face with their hair (the way Chara used to). Seconds pass like hours.  They lean their back against the door and sink to the ground, curling up into a ball at the base of it, burying their head between their knees. “Three dead.  Seven injured.” they say.  You sit down next to them. “human extremists?” you ask.  They nod. “My fault.” “what?” “Looking for me.  If I could’ve just died...” “don’t say things like that.” “Three people are dead.” “and nothing you did could’ve changed that.” They curl tighter around themself.  “I killed them.” “frisk.”  You know they’re not being literal, their EXP is still at 0, but pointing that out won’t make it better.  “if you really think you could have saved them, why haven’t you gone back?” “I did.  The others were all worse.” You wrap an arm around them in an awkward approximation of a hug.  “you can’t save everyone.” “I know.” You’re both silent for a long moment.  You can hear sirens in the distance, coming closer.  Frisk shivers from the cold. “Five hundred and eighty six in the underground,” they mutter to themself, or maybe to Chara, “plus nineteen just now, that’s six hundred and five.”  They release a bitter laugh.  “Is that a milestone?  We never did celebrate five hundred.  Though at the time it was more like two hundred and eighty-six, since we were in the middle of fighting Sans.”  They pause, listening.  “Three hundred and sixty-nine.  Why?”  Another pause.  “Well, he wasn’t really counting, just reading our expression... well that’s what he said.  Of course I believe it.  Do you think we’d still be here if he actually remembered?  Dreams don’t count, Chara.” “are you talking about me?” you say because wow, that’s kind of rude. They look up at you, suddenly.  “Did I say all that out loud?” “yeah.” “Sorry.” “what were you talking about?” They take a long second to think before they answer, avoiding your eyes.  “You stopped counting after eleven.” “counting what?” “The number of times I died trying to kill you.” “...oh.” “At twelve, you started just saying, let’s get to the point, and that was that, but I counted.  All the way through to the end.  Three hundred and seventy-four times.  More than half the times I died, total.  If anything could’ve worked...” they sigh.  “Well, you’ve heard this story before.  It doesn’t matter, anyway.  I can’t die.  Not really.” “you say that like you’ve tried to.” “I have.”  They look up at the smoke above you.  “That’s why Chara got mad at me in the first place.  I thought it would work.  I thought... we both thought I would just die.  And I would’ve taken them with me.” All you can think to say is, “do you regret it?” Frisk thinks about it for a long moment.  “No.  I wouldn’t have done it, knowing what I know now, and everything went to shit because of it.  It’s the worst decision I ever made.  But... but I don’t regret it.  Not really.”  They look at the sky a little longer, wistfully, before they ask, “What are your dreams like?” “the nightmares?” you ask.  They nod.  “cold.  and dark.  they don’t feel like memories, but they don’t really feel like dreams, either.  it’s like... like hearing a tune you’re familiar with, but distorted, and distant, just out of reach.”  You take your right hand out of your pocket and finger the metal plate idly.  “it’s funny, trying to remember something that doesn’t want to be remembered.  it scatters at the slightest touch.” “Chara says you sound like him.” “who, gaster?” “Yeah.” “is that an insult?” “Well, it’s no compliment.” “then tell ‘em i said something witty in response.” “You know they can hear you, right?” “i do now.” you say, but you and Frisk both know that you already knew that.  They laugh.  You’re glad. “Oh,” they say, after a moment, “Chara wants me to tell you something.” “what is it?” Frisk scrunches up their face in confusion.  “They said, and I’m quoting verbatim here, I wish I could say it’s knife seeing you again, but I really think you’ve lost your edge.” They look at you with an expression that reads like a question.  You force yourself to relax.  “...heh, good one.” you say, “and here i thought they wouldn’t want to talk about that.” “They said they don’t, but they wanted to see if you remembered.  Remembered what?” “why would i have forgotten?” “...They said, ‘it wasn’t ketchup.’” “no, it wasn’t.”  It takes you a second to realize the implications of that.  “...oh.” “What was it?” “...frisk, do you know what color determination is?” “Um, no?  I’d never thought about it.” “well, think about it.  if you had to guess, what color would you say it is?” Frisk thinks, looking back at the sky.  “Red.” “that’s right.” “Chara thinks that’s dumb.” “it is.” “What are you two talking about, anyway?  What wasn’t ketchup?” “it was determination.” “Yes, but-” “ask chara what they thought it was.” “...They say they didn’t know.  At first they thought it was blood, but-” they interrupt themself with a gasp, “Wait, you mean... red and gold.  That’s what you meant.  You knew.” “knew what?” “When I- when we killed you, it looked like you bled from your wound.  Chara knew that would happen.  How...?”  They stop, shaking their head.  “No, we can worry about this later.”  They stand up and offer you a hand.  “Let’s go find your brother.”