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The worn out opened struggled to wake up like normal, wanting to simply go back to sleep instead of facing the challenges of everyday life.
But inevitably, he had to open his eyes as sleep would not claim him again. For a moment, nothing was out of place. And then he realized he was not where he had fallen asleep, and something felt very very wrong with his body.
Alarmed, he flung the blanket off of himself. He beheld what was now his body, nowhere near what it was like when he had fallen asleep.
His hands were now paws, ending in three fingers and a thumb. He could see a snout on his face that blocked some vision, not allowing him full visibility.
He could hazard a guess as to what the rest of him looked like, a tail on his back and fur covering his body. This would be the kind of thing he would joke about as “becoming a surprise furry” if not for the fact that it was very real and he was the one it happened to.
Taking in a deep breath, he decided that he should calm himself by trying to get some control on the situation and get off this bed.
What his panicking caused him to not notice was the fact that he was on a bunk bed, the top bunk bed. It is safe to say that he was sent hurdling to the ground.
“Why am I on the top bed….. I have a fear of heights….” he groaned, still trying to comprehend why he would ever be in a top bed. The only thing that his mind would be able to come up with is that it was a cruel joke by fate itself or some form of divinity.
His not-so-graceful descent from his bed didn't make much noise, but it did wake up the person that was sleeping under him.
The harlequin resting in the aforementioned bed stirred, they had been trying to get enough rest for the upcoming day. Mostly because they were under the impression they’d have to wake up early again.
They considered trying to continue to lay there motionless, but upon second thought?
They were probably going to keep getting bothered if they attempted to do so.
Without any grace to speak of, they grabbed the pillow underneath their head. Ignoring how it felt wrong in their hands. And slammed it against the source of the sound.
“I don’t care what your reason is this time… get out of my. . .”
The harlequin’s ears raised at the sight of the not-so-very-human child she just hit. Their eyes would have widened, but the top part of their face was covered by a half white and half green checkered mask.
Their body didn’t feel right, it felt more wrong for every second that passed while sitting there near motionless. Near motionless. Because her tail was swishing from side to side making an irritating jingling noise and dragging suspiciously moth-like looking parts along with it.
One of their ears twitched, the clouds(?) near the ends of their choppy hair seemed to deflate alongside it.
“What the f@%k kind of hallucination is this. .?”
Something gave the impression they were squinting at the worn out.
“Oh… you bloody…” he wasn't quite receptive to being thwacked with a pillow, cursing under his breath.
“The hell's your problem….” he took a moment to get a look at the assailant of this violent crime on him “... Circus show.”
He could tell by their reaction to this whole thing that they were the same as him, someone who woke up somewhere they definitely shouldn't be.
“Don't go calling me a hallucination, you're the hallucination from my point of view.” he pointed out, both of them looked very unnatural from both points of view.
“. . .”
The harlequin stared at the newest addition to their list of ‘these people kind of annoy me’.
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
They threw their pillow on top of the person and climbed out of their bed instead, making a rather irritated mental note at the discovery that they’ve grown shorter.
Was going back to bed worth it? Would that even work? It seems like a better option than walking around, but they also want to know if they ended up in some crazy lab overnight.
They settled on exhaling in a less than pleased manner. A huff as they might call it.
Their eyes weren’t adjusting to the dark as quickly as they’d like, blue eyes were good for dark environments they said, getting tortured by the sun has upsides they said.
She ignored the fact she probably didn’t have blue eyes anymore.
The only thing they gain from this is that it doesn’t look like a white surgery room. Joy. They might be in a slightly better disguised lab.
Wait, don’t people wake up when they get hurt? The harlequin laments the small fact they’ve read a few dozen times, they doubt their imagination is grand enough to make something like this but it’s worth a shot.
Her hands, now paws though pleasantly still having five fingers, had nails. Sharp nails. Small filed down claws. She poked her wrist with it, stared at it then punched it. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Nothing is happening.
They turned to the freshly pillow assaulted fox that was now kind of their companion.
“Hey.” They squinted at the sound of their own voice, it was weird, it was wrong, and the bell on their tail kept jingling. “Could you. . . Pinch yourself? Try to wake up?” The thought of being part of a was easier to comprehend than whatever this was as reality.
The worn out gave them a look of “are you f-ing serious.” as he gestured to the top bed and the ground, then gestured at the pillow which they had thrown at him.
“I think I have the pain bases covered, this isn't a dream to either one of us.” he informed the vixen which he lamented was his new companion.
“This is our reality, and we have to figure out where the hell we are.” he commented as he looked around, why did this place feel familiar?
It was strange to him, the kind of familiar that you have from seeing photos and videos. But he swears he hasn't seen anything like this place anywhere…
“I'll go look at this half of the room, you look at the other.” he practically ordered, not even bothering to listen to the harlequin even if they had something to say.
He walked to the half of the room that had the beds, walking to the right and seeing an old television from what is probably the 80s on top of a cabinet. Huh, weird. Why would someone use something so outdated?
He shrugged it off, not really much can be learned from it other than whoever put them here is either old or really into old things. God, wouldn't that be ironic? A mad scientist just like in fiction come to life to do whole body changing experiments? Sounds horrible, probably why it's better to not live in comic books.
He decided to go back to the beds, he nearly passed by the normal bed on the way to the other side of his half before he heard a sound coming from it and stopped, was there someone else there with them?
He walked over to the bed, there was definitely someone under that blanket now that he's looking.
His eyes widened when he saw exactly who they were, there was no way…
While the worn out was having a revelation about where they were, the harlequin was inspecting the room with more precision than when she was doing a chemistry experiment.
Every drawing on the wall, every dresser, it was pointing to something.
They’re pretty sure they would’ve realized by now if they weren’t half blind due to the darkness and fresh out of bed.
The clothes were nice though, they reminded them of the kimono they had back home.
None of them looked like it, because none of them were blue or had fish. But still. The little things.
One thing was obvious though, Red green, green red, red red, green, red, they had no idea which was which.
Which was unfortunate because the mystery color seemed to have a rather large influence on the room. Though it did have blue as well. Purplish? Pinkish? Curse these fox genes.
There wasn’t anything else interesting, it just seemed to be a mess they couldn’t really distinguish, which is rich coming from them.
She might have a messy room herself but it’s organized, the largest pile just seemed to be a stack of layers with all kinds of trinkets thrown on.
Scanning the room again, it was hard not to notice the other fox staring at the bed. Common sense said that there was a sleeping person there, this is a good thing. Recognizability! Or something. It could just as easily be a new ally.
Sadly, even if the harlequin wasn’t in the best mood, they had respect for people’s sleep and they also had a rather loud bell on their tail.
Approaching was a bad idea, they might wake the resting one up.
What else could they do? Wave their arms to get the attention of the other person in this mess and hope they notice. If waving didn’t work the resulting noise might.
They’ve already lost their dignity looking like this anyways.
He realized that he was frozen in place when he heard the bell from the other side of the room, seeing the other fox waving their arms around.
“So, I found something. I think I might know where we are.” he whispered, one of his paws doing a “come here” motion to try to get the other to come to him.
“This is…. Kanako, we're in her room.” he says as he spreads his arms around to gesture at the whole room, looking at his one companion with a look that says he believes they're doomed.
“We're in Undertale yellow, and we're foxes. We woke up in the same room as Kanako, we're the children of the Ketsukanes.” there was a sort of hysteria to his voice as the realization set in, how did this even happen? Why are they here at all? Why them?
The harlequin was willing to only take a few steps towards the bed, refusing to get very close. Despite that, it seemed to be enough considering they also had ears.
They took a deep breath in. Then out. They’re not awake enough to deal with this. They’d need coffee for that. And they don’t drink coffee.
“Yahoo.”
Their tone carried no hint of actual amusement, it was as dry as their expression.
“Doomed by the narrative if we don’t act. What a bunch of bullsh!t.”
Despite their attempts to keep their tone quiet, it wasn’t all too effective beyond staying on a normal talking volume.
They took a few steps back again, it started to feel like a literal back and forth but they didn’t have the energy to whisper anyways.
“. . So. Should we go back to sleep or..?”
They really wanted to sleep and hope this goes away, please let them sleep.
The worn out shook his head. As much as he would like to sleep and relax to not think about this, he would not have an opportunity to do that if this was reality and they did nothing.
“I would like to, God I would love to. But we need to know where exactly we are in the timeline.” he sighed, this is tiring in both mind and body. Probably because this body didn't get enough sleep and this situation was horrendous.
“For all we know, this could be right before Kanako gets injected. We can't take chances when we have an opportunity to fix what could happen.” he struggled to think of how they would do that, some way to easily tell which part of the timeline they were in with utmost certainty.
He looked at the other person there, hoping for a suggestion from them.
The other fox stared back at him with a rather displeased expression.
“Fine. Then we should go to the basement. If Chujin really did store everything down there, we should find more than enough evidence to come to a conclusion.”
They thought about their bed, the correct bed. They wanted to wake up in it when they’re done with this little expedition.
“The basement, genius. If the soul is there, then it's either after Chujin and before the injection, or before Chujin died. If it isn't there, then it's either before the human fell down, or after Kanako was injected. But since Kanako is right here, the only option that leaves is before the human fell down.” he deducted all the possibilities that could happen depending on whether the soul is there, this would be the best way to figure out when they are.
Oh right, they should probably get to know eachother. Can't just go nameless with eachother.
“We should probably have something to call the other, what's your name?” he asked, thinking about what to introduce himself with.
Should he use his discord name? Nah, not really his style. His actual name? Nope, hell no. Then he remembered something he has been writing for a decent bit which he hasn't and probably won't release, the name of the main character is the thing that mattered the most to him though.
“You can call me Merlind.” he extended a paw for a handshake, very few even know of Merlind so it's very secretive. Why is he being secretive? No reason really, just for the thrill.
“Oh uh. . .”
QUICK! Top ten names you can use when a stranger asks you for one. Wait. That’s too basic. And there’s no way they’d remember ten different names online. The gods know they barely remember all the names of their characters. They’d use their discord name but that’s not a name. More like a title.
They guess they could use the one they usually do in outside situations, it resembles the one given to their pet anyways.
“Call me Nex, if you must.”
Nex was silent for a minute, a few cogs turning in their head. Wait a minute. Wouldn’t it be funny?
“Merlind huh?”
They raised an eyebrow, not that anyone could see it.
“You got a dead friend called Amista aswell?”
Go obscure reference, their brain needs all the dopamine it can get.
Merlind nodded at the name given to him, he has no idea what region it's from or what it means nor does he care.
“Cool name, it's close to Nyx so I think that's neat.” he commented as he lowered his paw, which had not been shaken.
“... Who are you? Only like seven people know that about him.” he narrowed his eyes at his companion, although there was no real intent behind it.
“I know it's someone from the server, so tell me who you are. I don't need to introduce myself since I think it's pretty obvious who I really am.” he looked at the friend(?) with expectant eyes.
Nex blinked at Merlind, then looked down at their clothes. The sleepwear was jester themed. They looked back up.
“I’m me.”
It can’t be that hard to figure out right? This conversation had already been long enough anyways, they’ll apologize in the morning but for now? With the soft jingle of their movements haunting their every step they had already decided to head downstairs and get this over with.
Merlind glared at Nex, that answered absolutely nothing! He has no idea who the hell this person is and it's really getting on his nerves.
“Fine, I'll wait for you to stop being a secretive bastard and tell me eventually.” he grumbled as he followed behind.
he looked down at the staircase that Nex had opened the door, he would have probably almost stumbled down it because he entirely forgot it existed if Nex hadn't opened the door.
He couldn't help but note that everything was goddamn green, why did Chujin have to pick a red that was green on a fox’s eyes? That's annoying to look at, how have the others gotten used to this?
His steps mirrored the other person's steps as they both descended down the stairs, about to begin their journey into the house proper.
Nex did her best not to fall off the stairs, it would be rather unfortunate to have an incident like that less than an hour in.
Speaking of other unfortunate things, there was a lot of green, everything was green to their eyes and Nex couldn’t put into words how relieved they were when the flora in the first room didn’t look green as well.
Lack of variation in color would’ve driven them up a wall, it would be funny if it was literal but there’s a lot more things to worry about than entertaining funny thoughts.
Like going to bed soon, though they doubt they’ll be sleeping for the next four hours.
Skip the door to the left, go forward till the big table is seen, it’s easy in practice to do in silence if there wasn’t a bell most annoying assaulting their ears.
Speaking of bells, the second room had a bell painting, yellow and brown. They’d been having thoughts about the bell symbolism recently, mostly the last name. But that’s too far sidetracked to go into and not give themself a headache.
They can’t deny the architecture is more pretty up close, beams in the corners of the rooms with a grid fabric which probably looks more subtle in reality than in the game. But memories become foggy.
Red and green is a good combination if you can tell the difference as well, they wonder if they should be taking notes for world building.
Speaking of taking notes, Nex should’ve taken more note of their surroundings since the next thing they do is walk right into the next door with a rather hard slam and a jingle accompanying them as they jump back.
“. . . Let’s not talk about that.”
The table was in the next room anyways. It didn’t happen. Nope. They didn’t have the energy for this.
“Talk about what?” Merlind asked as he opened the door and walked past them, not offering a hand to pull themself up with because it was technically acknowledging what happened.
The two had arrived, they were in the dining room. The fireplace was out as there was nobody awake to keep it lit with magic, so they were in relative darkness.
“Welp, all we have to do now is get that table off and then throw off the carpet. Clover and Martlet did it, a child and a bird. It shouldn't be too much trouble for us, right?” he inquired as he walked over to the table, or well, it's a kotatsu which is basically the same but a bit different.
“Do we push it or grab it by opposite corners to lift it?” he asked, giving them the option to decide which one to do.
“I would prefer that we try to lift it since that wouldn't make much noise, but we have the body of children so I doubt that's actually an option.” he lamented as he stared at his immature body.
“No, we should try and take the sides and push it over.”
Nex speed walked to one corner of the table.
“The distance between the turning point and where we're lifting will be enough. Physics and gravity will help us- besides, pushing it will make too much noise if it scrapes over the floor.”
Nex took hold of a table leg, waiting for Merlind to grab the other one.
“. . . Or do you not trust the laws of nature to persist in Undertale?”
“Well, I never really paid too much attention to physics so I'll assume that you know what you're talking about.” Merlind replied as he grabbed the other leg, doing his part in this plan.
He pushed alongside Nex, giving it his all as he looked to see how much progress they were making in this endeavor.
It was a paltry amount, they barely pushed it. They were going to be here for a long time.
“Huh, I feel like things are not going to be as easy as we thought they would be.” he remarked before turning to Nex, trying to see what they have to think of their plan barely making any kind of progress.
Nex simply had decided on pushing the table, energy went to that and not conversation though they realized after a hot minute this is a reply-able sentence and not ‘huh okay’ move on.
“When is it ever?”
This seems more of a matter of persistence than actual power.
“If it helps your mind, physics also says gravitational power technically should be stronger the further underground you are. So maybe the tipping point is a bit closer. By a nanometer.”
She wonders if she can kick the table. She probably can but that’d make a lot of sound. And also take Merlind by surprise.
“Wow, that's really reassuring.” Merlind dryly replied, because that is *such* a big difference.
“And here I was wanting to just get this over quickly, now I can only think of what the possibilities are.” he said as he continued to push, no real choice here.
“What if Chujin is already dead? The hell are gonna do? It's going to be hard to convince Kanako to not inject herself.” he thought out loud.
“Or what if he's alive and the soul is there? Are we just going to grab the soul and let it loose? That would cause chaos for everyone.” he continued pouring his thoughts out, not like anyone was going to stop him.
“How the hell are we going to stop the human if this is before they fell? The only chance of us being able to do that is if they were actually only acting in self defense and not violent from the start.” he finished, looking back at the table. They made some good progress on pushing it while he was airing out his frustrations.
Nex let out a deep sigh, maybe it was out of exhaustion, maybe they were already developing a headache.
“Okay, one at a time. If Chujin is dead and Kanako is alive, we should get rid of or hide the needles. If the soul is here, we should bring it to the authorities or let it loose under supervision and tip them off. Whatever. Just hand it in, in a slightly less disastrous way than chucking it into the wild and hoping it works.”
Nex closed their eyes, the last part depended on the human, there were a lot of integrity takes out there and it’s either a random one or a more popular version. There was only one logical answer to this dilemma.
“We don’t have to stop the human at all, we know how to run and I think it’d be a bit obvious if we heard sh!t hitting the fan in a phenomenal way. All we have to do is run and take Kanako and Dalv with us if we’re there. Either that or bake it into Kanako that when there’s trouble, maybe running is a good idea- even if it’s just to get her parents.”
Nex checked the progress on the table, it wasn’t bad, but it could be better.
Eh. F#%k it.
“Heads up, I’m kicking the table.”
Kick is a very rich word, in reality Nex prepared, steadied herself and slammed her leg into the table in a way it was kind of a body slam but also not? It felt like her body was bending weird but it produced results.
The table tipped over and hit the ground with a sound loud enough to give Nex a heart attack. It’s okay, it should be okay, they were a bit away from the bedroom of the adults and the insulation is probably. *Probably* good enough to muffle most sounds because of fox ears.
Merlind winced at that, the sound especially loud to the fox ears he now has. He hopes that it didn't wake anybody up because they would be busted if it did.
“... That's one way to do it, not the best though.” he glanced at the doors out of paranoia that someone will slam them open and find them awake past curfew.
He bent down and grabbed the carpet, dragging it away and looking down at the hatch, the only thing between them and finding out the truth.
“I'll deal with this since you so graciously did that.” he commented as he crouched and grabbed the handle of the hatch.
He strained himself as he lifted it slowly but surely, why is this so damn heavy? How does Chujin do it every time he wants to go to his creepy experimentation basement? The thought that maybe his child body has weakened him a lot did not cross his mind.
He felt like this was a quicktime event from one of those old console games where you have to repeatedly tap a button to progress, except way worse.
He got it on level with his head before using his shoulders to help push it and finally get it open.
“Hah…. Hah…. What's up with Chujin and making things that irritate me?” he took a moment to breathe after that, that sucked so bad.
“I guess he’s committed to his theme.”
Nex walked up to the hatch and looked Merlind in the eyes.
Probably. One has to wonder how people can make assumptions of what’s going on with their eyes when there are none to speak of.
“Do you need a moment? . . That might be a dumb question. *lets* take a moment.”
Besides, Nex is pretty sure these are steeper stairs and that would require careful climbing on her part to get down safely. Curse their measly height.
The darkness coming from the hatch was almost like a siren's song, an invitation to get a few answers when literally everything was uncertain. A pool of complete darkness even worse than the shadowed house, yet promising more than all of the rest of the structure at the same time.
Nex resisted the urge to throw themself down the stairs, they can’t help but think the sleep deprivation is really getting to their head if they’re considering trying that.
“When we’re down all we have to do is look for syringes, the soul and maybe look between the tapes for his logs or something. If we see nothing about unemployment that will just be an extra thing we can prevent happening so things don’t go as badly.”
“I'm okay… Just need to take a breather is all.” he answers, looking down at the dark recesses of the basement and then back at Nex.
He swallowed before cautiously putting a foot down on one of the steps, his hands on the wall as if it was a lifeline.
“Oh, this is horrible, I hate this.” he says as he continues to go down, completely unable to tell how deep it is because of the lack of light.
His legs shook with every step he took, afraid that he might come tumbling down and hurt something.
Oh this is awful, awful in every way shape and form. Why the hell is it so deep? Why is it so dark? Why isn't there a light switch nearby so he isn't terrified? Damn you Chujin and everything you make!
Before he knew it, his feet found even ground that did go down. Feeling the fear leaving him as his heart(soul?) stopped beating so fast.
Nex immediately started on looking for the light switch, it should be somewhere near the stairs. Any reasonable person would put their light switch there.
Besides they should be far enough from any hall or other room that turning the lights on won’t magically summon any adult, sure, maybe it’s reckless thinking like that. But it’s too late to care anymore, this is efficiency, this is being quick, this is preventing a major headache and going to sleep quicker even if half of that sleep will be staring at the ceiling waiting for the sweet release to take them.
Their paw found plastic instead of stone a few centimeters off from the door- stairway? Doorframe. Good enough. She stood on the tips of her toes to actually press the light switch. Agony. Agony. Agony.
Speaking of agony.
The sudden usage of the light switch felt like the equivalent of getting flash banged because of the dark of the night having originally swallowed the room.
Was this what heaven looked like? No, don't be ridiculous. It’s statistically impossible for heaven to exist and there’s no backing to it so unless proven wrong they will believe all that awaits them is oblivion.
One had to say though, it looked less eerie with the lights on, huge improvement.
“Where do you want to search and for what? I’ll make sure to look for the other thing.”
But Nex can’t say she’s looking forward to either, it was much more messy than in their memory with all the experiment parts. At least the discs seem to be labelled like some sort of diary. It’s almost cute.
Merlind made a sound that almost sounded like hissing when the lights turned on, too bright! Lower that crap! But after covering his eyes and blinking for a bit, he managed to get acclimated to the bright light in a good few seconds.
“I'll look for the soul, if it's there then we can search for any syringes afterwards.” he replied as he looked around the room, searching for a good place to look.
The only places to really search were the cabinets under the bookshelves and the boxes, so he decided to open the cabinets first.
It was a tedious search to say the least, not really much fruit from it. Open cabinet, find nothing. Open other cabinet, also find nothing.
“Why do all the recordings of Chujin make him look all shadowed over and look like a villain? It's believable to do it once by accident, by every one of them? He was intentionally trying to look mysterious, no doubt about it.” at least he had his thoughts to entertain him, even if the work wasn't really exciting.
“Why does he even catalog all that stuff? I get that scientists record things and such, but he's going to be the only person to watch it. The only reason Ceroba even gets to watch it is because he was dying and needed someone to do his delusion for him, he wouldn't have told anyone else about it otherwise.” I wondered, the only other option would be the boss monsters that he attempts to get on board with his crazy plan, but Merlind doesn't think he would show them the tapes.
Nex looked at the discs one by one, titles, scratches on the cover, hoping for a picture and not finding any. Even climbing on the table to reach them better.
One by one, then they stood telling them off of the shelf to inspect them faster, growing slightly impatient at the tedious and repetitive work.
“I do it too, I know some things from memory but cataloging stuff is always an insurance you can watch it back later and make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. Maybe Chujin has a bad memory.”
You can try to remember important things all you want but sometimes the simple theories are all that can stick to your cranium on the best of days.
“These look like things people would document to remember, recipes for both food and chemical reactions, logs for Axis creation- work drama?… you know what, I can respect the commitment.”
Check disc, null, put back, check disc, not important again, put back, jingle, jingle, jingle, the motion was both frustratingly repetitive and comfortingly predictable.
“Maybe that’s why he wants to look like a villain in the tapes, he’s committed to documenting everything and wants to look serious. I can’t say he has a typical good guy look.”
“I suppose that's understandable, but the things he documents in the tapes are just things he wouldn't forget no matter what. Him being fired, him deciding to do his plan, him finding out Axis basically brutalized the integrity human. Those are not the type of things you would just forget, maybe it's him venting or something? I can't come up with anything else. Him getting it out in the air makes him feel less guilty or something.” Merlind really couldn't see it any other way, still finding the tapes to be a tad ridiculous.
He continued opening cabinets, looking around and finding things that are distinctly not a soul container with a soul in it.
“No soul in any of these, gotta look somewhere else.” he said as he turned around and walked to the boxes, he doubted he would find anything other than robot parts but it's important to have all your bases covered.
“Anything important on your end? I haven't found the soul yet.” he asked as he looked into the box, not really putting that much effort into looking through it since he doubted Chujin would stuff the probably fragile and very important soul container in a box with a bunch of scrap.
“If there is anything of importance I guess that all I’ve found is that Chujin can be petty.”
Nex turned a disc over in their hand.
“‘Guy stole my lunch Ceroba made me, documentation of his descent into insanity after I started meddling with his food as well.’ I wonder if it really is his guilt. Or maybe making everything sound like research is easier to process being an @ssh01e through.”
Nex shoved the disc back among the others.
“Nothing about being fired, nothing about souls, nothing about genes. Yet. Theoretically it’s now possible to prevent any of that from happening. In practice that requires a lot of more work.”
It’s likely worth it, but thinking of work makes Nex’ stomach churn. Mostly because exhaustion is starting to pile up into a higher tower for every second that passes and doing anything that requires more effort than reading is beginning to seem like an impossible task.
“Food for thought to revisit tomorrow right?”
Right??? You think better when you’re rested or something.
“Okay, there is a decent possibility that he hasn't been fired yet. This is backed up by the fact that I have found a grand total of zero souls in this place, which means this is the best possibility for us. All we have to do to prevent him from being fired is say something about the Asgore's flowers or whatever.” I finished looking through the final box and there was no soul in sight, we really were in the best moment of the timeline.
“Him not being fired yet also means that the Axis we know doesn't exist yet, so the human won't be falling for a while.” I thought out loud as I brought a paw below my snout.
“We have some time to figure things out and get used to being like this before we do stuff.” I nodded to myself, maybe it isn't all that hopeless afterall.
“What do you think?” I looked over at them, my head tilted with curiosity.
“ICompletelyAgree.” Nex might have agreed a little quickly. But she also wanted to leave quickly. They’re starting to get a bad feeling about staying down here and they want to at least try to get some rest… they still feel like they’re going to have to wake up early tomorrow.
Nex’s ears shot up. There was a sound that wasn’t supposed to be there, not at this time of the night. Footsteps? Footsteps.
Someone spoke. It wasn’t a feminine voice that’s for sure.
“Who’s down there?”
That question mark might only be there just for show, it could’ve just as easily been a demand for an answer judging from the tone. Who speaks to a potential intruder like that?
Fff.. . It’s so (Cl)over. .