At long last, Lucidia managed to reroute the backup generator to feed their powers away from the evacuation system.
She made a mental note to herself that she would need to reset the emergency systems after this mayhem.
For now, she equipped her visors for her next duty.
[WELCOME, SEER LUCIDIA]
[ESTABLISHING CONNECTION]
[BLUE: READY]
[GREEN: READY]
[PURPLE: READY]
[VITAL SIGNS: ALL CLEAR]
[SYSTEMS READY FOR INITIALIZATION]
[ACCESSING LOCATION: THE CRIMSON HALL]
By the time she logged in, the damage was done. Sans Serif had already taken action.
What chaos…
Lucidia switched on the sound interface on her end. She told herself to focus on the job and not let insecurities get the best of her.
“Initiating communication tests, one, two, three. Can anyone hear me, over?”
The occupants of the chamber responded to her words. Passidoria overpowered Chinchinchan’s soft voice, but both expressed gladness.
“Yep, Lucy!” said Cenna. “Hearing ya loud and clear.”
Sir Latinoros interjected: “Lady Lucidia, I request an immediate evacuation for Sir Garamond. He’s poisoned by Gaelic’s Skull Armaments.”
There was a reluctant grunt coming from its original owner. “Aye, M’lady. ‘Fraid ah have to agree with that man. Fed Mondie me antidote, but his recovery be impeded by exhaustion.”
Troubling. Garamond’s experience and magical potential should be enough to counter any attempts of hijacking.
Unless… Yes. Subjugation is entirely possible with my husband’s power rebranded to his cause.
“I’m afraid I cannot authorize a leave,” she responded. “The Magus Association is in disarray from a massive Gungnir attack. No electricity. No water. And The Spire’s heavily damaged. We cannot guarantee your safety in the physical realm.”
Sir Latinoros widened his sockets. The tips of his fingers trembled upon that news. “T-that can’t be true…”
Undyne shook her head. “Sorry sir, but she’s right. It’s become a movie in the worst way.”
Poor Chinchinchan. She looked like she’s about to burst into tears again. The dire situation was traumatic for a meek chinchilla monster, more so with her relative youth.
“Hey! Don’t cry!” The fishy captain pumped her fist. “The transport came back, right? We just need to catch up to Papyrus and BUST SOME SHORT SKELLY BUTTS!!!”
She’s right. We don’t have the luxury to stall any further. I must make my commands as the Tactician on duty.
Lucidia took a deep breath. “Sir Latinoros and Miss Chinchinchan, can I entrust Sir Garamond’s safety in your hands?”
“Certainly.” The man bowed.
The chinchilla monster uttered one more sob. “…O-of course. Homeopathy does cover basic care…”
“I’ll help you, friend!” Passidoria offered.
The giraffe also volunteered. “Zakari will do her best as well.”
Despite the willingness, Gaelic fidgeted with a slight growl. This combination of protectiveness and mistrust doesn’t mesh well. But, he’d never object to her direct command.
He laid Garamond on the ground and waited upon the next order.
“Calm down, Gaelic. I need you to team up with Papyrus to track down Sans.”
Everyone tensed upon the mention of the young one’s name. There and then, she realised something wasn’t right.
“M’lady,” Gaelic lowered his head, “The false angel summoned his one god. And the most gracious one answered his plea…”
“Papyrus went alone…?!”
He nodded.
Lucidia gasped. “That’s walking straight into a trap! Why did he do that?!”
The knight of fire lifted his hand. “…It’s my fault… I asked him to look into the future and… a group effort apparently will fail…”
“Did he see the cause?” she asked back, preparing herself to record every minute detail.
“…No… he saw nothing…”
“A gap in his visions?”
Lucidia took a moment to ponder. The silences weren’t foreign to her: they’re the result of missing information.
All of Papyrus’ power cannot predict an impossible future, be it positive or negative. If he can’t see anything at all…
“There’s still hope, Sir Grillenn. It’s not that our teamwork is doomed to fail. Rather, we have yet to create a clear outcome.”
The sapphire one extended her reach into her Chronograph’s extensive item-creation database.
I will need a communication system outside of the grounds of the Crimson Hall. Let’s see, these should do the trick…
Holographic images of a gemmed pendant and an electronic earpiece hovered before everyone.
Both tools connected directly to the Chronograph, allowing Lucidia to oversee their actions without the necessary Orange or Cyan Aspect. She could generate and deliver any extra equipment as long this link doesn’t break.
Being familiar with her inventory, Cenna was more than pleased.
“Booyah, now we’re talking!” Without hesitation, she grabbed both. The holograms materialized into proper objects in her grip.
Hunched and anxious, Gaelic refused to budge.
“Hello? Get a set, Gael.”
He locked his focus on his barely-conscious cousin. “I cannae leave Mondie. If ah join the skirmish, there be no one to defend the Hall. What’s stoppin’ the false angel from making a quick jump back here to dust ‘em all?”
The bony lawyer wanted to raise an objection, but the snake cut him off with a loud hiss. “Like fook ah consider yer ceremonial fencing to be sufficient! If he smashed half o’ me body without mercy, ya all be dust in a blink!”
He pointed towards the Spirit Gate. “Once everyone’s dead, he can make his grand escape. If that be what he desires.”
Another tough decision. But, it’s a straightforward one. “You’re correct. We need to stand guard. Could I request one or two able bodied men from the Dreemurr Nation to remain?”
The good-natured ol’ Gerson said, “That’s the problem, eh? Worry not, Lady Lucidia. You have me and my hammer on your side, wa ha ha!”
Discrimination against age was not her intent, but Lucidia had some serious doubts about Gerson’s ability to stand against Sans Serif. Long gone were The Hammer of Justice’s days of glory.
“Thank you, Jury Gerson. Is there anyone else who wishes to remain here?”
Asgore spoke up: “I will stay, Lady Lucidia.”
It was then the tortoise showed his inner fire. Frowning, the man said: “Oh no, King Fluffybuns! Not this time.”
“Gerson?” The King didn’t expect such a reaction.
“I may be as wrinkly as a prune and my memory’s all spotty, but I sure as heck never recall abolishing that tyke’s position as the Royal Tactician. You got a high-ranking official running amok! It’s your duty as King to straighten him out.”
“Besides,” Gerson added, “It’s unfair for Queen Toriel to go alone.”
Toriel couldn’t stop glancing at the Void. Beyond the horizon were two lost dearest. One was her taken child, the other a dear jokebuddy who had gone astray.
Asgore agreed. “Thank you, old friend. I’ll take your advice.”
By operations logic, it would be better for King Asgore to concentrate on the defense. Though injured, his strength and skill as a Boss Monster stood leagues above anyone else.
But… this was a matter of the heart. Include Asgore with the chance for Sans to exploit their estranged status? Or exclude him at the risk of leaving Toriel vulnerable to the art of silver tongues?
Lucidia chose to not object. Perhaps someone else could stay behind? “Any other volunteers?”
Undyne shook her head. “No offense, lady. But I really, really, REALLY want to rescue Frisk, protect Papyrus, and give that damn blue idiot a whoop.”
Will Grillby stay then? Unfortunately, no. The fire knight had other plans in mind. “…I share the same sentiments as Captain Undyne…”
Cenna? No. In her pristine state, she’s the team’s best bet. Considerations to put her on the back line: nil.
Frustration began to well in Lucidia’s heart. She had to secure the Crimson Hall, but the odds seemed to stack against her.
If only they could see the stakes--
A warm, hearty laugh interrupted her tensed thoughts.
“Wahahahaha! That’s the spirit.” he said, “Go and rescue that whippersnapper for me!”
Such steadfast confidence. Was he doing this to set the people’s hearts at ease, or was there bite to his bark?
Lucidia objected: “Hammer of Justice. With all due respect, leaving you alone here is suicidal. Sans Serif will attack this place the moment he wishes to make his escape.”
“Oh boy Madam, calm down there a lil’ bit,” Said the tortoise. “I thought that if more people wanted to stay behind, they could try to wrestle Sans down. Make capture easy, y’know.”
“As it is now, nothing can stop him.” The woman clarified, “A combination of decay, warp magic, and Determination will render all forms of physical boundaries useless. Only a skilled combatant can give him trouble, but even then…”
Gerson shook his head. “That’s really not a problem at all, lady. Let me demonstrate.”
The veteran lifted his hammer and slammed its weighted head against the ground. A field of unusual monster magic rippled outwards, forming a thin, translucent ring around the perimeters.
This power… Did Gerson learn it from a sect lost in time? She’s familiar with the tortoise-folk of her nation, and yet somehow this foreign skill surprised her.
King Asgore smiled in reminiscence; “Ah… it’s been a long time since I witnessed this beauty, old friend.”
“Ain’t that right?” So he chuckled. Turning towards Gaelic, he said, “Alright young’un, try to punch me in the face. Give it all ya got!”
Stolen novel; please report.
An interesting proposal.
Gaelic tilted his head in wariness, but the old man continued to beckon for the strike. So he went ahead.
He straightened his palm for a stab straight in between the eyes.
The attack stopped short. If the astonished expression was an indication, it’s against Gaelic’s will.
Puzzled, he attempted a few more hits. Kicks, claws, punches… all shy of a full impact.
The result shocked everyone other than the royal couple.
Gaelic leapt back with his back hunched deep, extremely cautious in the face of this puzzlement. “I dinnae get it… yer a being o’ magic. How can ya have the power o’ a Mark?”
The old tortoise laughed. “Strange, right? I assure you there’re no Mark shenanigans here! You’re standing in what I call ‘The Law’. My special brand of boundary fields. Can’t seem to teach it to the younger generation, but at least it didn’t get moth-eaten by age.”
“Anyone who stands in The Law must follow the rules. Yours truly included,” he continued. “If I make it say: ‘You may not inflict harm’, any magic will frizzle, and all attacks will stop dead in their tracks. It’s an absolute defense. That’s how I protect my little shop, y’know! Can’t run a business if riff-raff keep stealing my stuff.”
“Does Sans know anything about this power?” Lucidia asked.
“Oh yeah. He does. He knows everything to be honest. That’s why I’m confident that Sans won’t try to meddle with me. He can’t anyway. Only limitation is that I can’t move out of my own field. If I do, I gotta plant a new one.”
“Does that mean you’re a living bastion? If any determination-blessed human rampaged against your nation, you could at least protect yourself and others by staying inside this boundary field.”
“That’s right! I’d hole up in my safe zone and keep that ‘hero’ bugger busy for as long as I can. Wa ha ha! You’re as smart as everyone says, Lady Lucidia.”
Gaelic knelt down before Gerson’s feet. He bowed so low that his frontal cranium kissed the ground itself. He did that for a total of three times before taking his share of Lucidia’s equipment. All was done without a single spoken word.
He went ahead to summon his ride. It’s noticeable that he’s keeping his face away from the rest of the group.
That expressive action confused the old tortoise. “What was that for?”
Lucidia answered: “He’s giving his most honoured gratitude to an elder. I guess he’s too awestruck to explain.”
“Oh, like the Far East cultures? Wa ha! I’ll accept that. Just come back in one piece, ya hear?”
Without a doubt, Gerson too is of Champion-class. That kind of power stems from Determination. Unlike a true Mark, it’s not mobile.
I’m amazed that the Dreemurr Nation has such a high percentage of Champions. You’d think that their halcyon existence would dim their potential. Yet, it didn’t.
“Judge Caraway, care to handle the debriefing? There’s something extra that I need to prepare for the mission.”
The human Magus chuckled. “Gotta be Miss Exposition again? No probs. Do whatever ya need.”
Lucidia shifted her focus away from the Hall and towards the digitized interfaces of the Chronograph. In the background, she could hear Cenna explaining the purpose of their equipment to the rest of the offensive team.
While they prepared for the voyage, the woman accessed her pool of secret constructions. It contained a collection of unfinished Arcanagrams. Whenever the situation permitted, she’d work with her husband to create new formulas.
She pulled out an unfinished thirteen-point Gram. Before the fated battle with the Persona, she had concocted two proposals. One was further developed into the ‘Weaponized Seer’s Seal’ that ended her foe’s physical existence.
The other work did not see the light of day. Instead, it was tinkered on during her spare time. Lucidia always wondered if this could have spared her husband from further needless suffering.
The Princess of the Sky remembered the imbuement in Papyrus’ scarf. If she could combine that system with this unfinished concept… perhaps she could beat The Seraphim at his own game.
Sans Serif… you shall not be the only one to exploit Determination.
So she got to work, weaving and constructing threads of coded magic into the Gram’s remaining empty slots.
[INCOMING TRANSMISSION]
Lucidia opened the channel.
“M’lady, we be following the trail o’ magic Papyrus left behind in his jet streams.”
“It’s blind flying from here on if it not for the Cinnamon Roll. Even with Truesight, I still can’t see shit.”
“‘Tis be why Mondie lost his way. Gah. No ground. No sky. No ground to touch nor horizon to perceive. ‘Tis splittin’ me head and churning me nonexistent belly.”
“Dooooon’t puke on me this time. Face the OTHER way!”
She asked: “How are we certain that Papyrus won’t lead us astray? Sans may not welcome our presence.”
“Not seein’ any double-back or side-routes. Just a straight path to his destination. Methinks he dinnae have any time for distractions either…”
“I see. Please carry on, over.”
Time is of the essence.
While they continued their travels, Lucidia finished her first prototype. She imbued it on a sheet of digital paper and rolled it up into a scroll.
I don’t expect this to be free of faults, nor is it foolproofed. Nevertheless, I won’t get any fresh data if I don’t put it to the test.
“Judge Caraway, I’m going to send you a prototype Gram. Please plant this on Gaelic.”
“Roger that!”
[INITIATING COPY PROCEDURE]
[SCANNING…]
[SCAN COMPLETE. SENDING DATA TO TARGET: CENNA CARAWAY]
By now, the object should spawn before Cenna. Somewhere in the background, Undyne and Asgore squealed about the ‘coolness’. At least they could still appreciate the lighter points of life.
It’s the calm before the storm. Lucidia took this opportunity to contemplate.
I suspect Sans Serif is putting Mezil’s Determination to use.
To what extent? That’s the mystery.
The silence didn’t last. Cenna paged in.
“…Can I say ‘Fuck’?” she said, “Like. A big F. You seriously ain’t gonna like this, Lucy. Enabling video feed.”
And how Cenna nailed her dread on the head.
Floating before the team was an artificial planetoid, covered in nothing but mazes, puzzles, and devious traps.
The Labyrinth…
Situated at the north pole was a simple stone tower from medieval times. Rich in cannons, and heavily fortified. Aerial approach impossible.
What an unholy combination of time-wasters.
Lucidia knew first-hand just how cumbersome a skyscraper infiltration can be, nevermind the rest.
There’s a dock at the opposite end. Papyrus’ trail led there, and waiting to welcome them was none other than Sans Serif himself. Grinning as usual. It reminded Lucidia of a certain baneful trickster cat from her childhood storybooks.
The six who had volunteered for the offensive disembarked from their ride. Gaelic dispelled it post-haste for caution’s sake.
“Welcome to ‘Megalovania’,” said Sans. He’s not taking his sights off anyone. “Ready for the puzzle of all puzzles?”
Undyne cut through the chase. “Where’s Papyrus???”
“Far ahead of ya.” Sans pointed to the pathway behind him. “Man, what’s with the entourage? Papyrus put so much effort to come alone, and yet everyone crashed in. Can’t you see it’s for your own good?”
“LIKE HECK IT IS!!!”
“Don’t you respect him at all, Undyne?”
“Respect? RESPECT?!?” How the hothead blew a fuse. Undyne seethed with magic steam coming out from her ear fins. “YOU don’t have ANY right to lecture ME about respect! Papyrus would never put anyone in danger and you EXPLOITED that to its fullest!!!”
“I know. That’s why I have to do the dirty job.”
Asgore tried to be diplomatic. He spoke with a calm but powerful timbre. “Sans Serif, please stand down. If you surrender now, we can negotiate a proper pardon.”
“Nope. Can’t do that. I’m bound by a different oath now.”
Sans summoned a holographic screen. He placed it before the rest of the group and played back his previous meeting with Papyrus.
“Hey Paps… glad to see you healthy and shining like the Sun.”
Papyrus stayed silent.
“I’m the Moon, right? Just like what Mom and Dad used to say.” so spoke the Sans of the past. “Welp. I have a ‘moon’ of puzzles right here. The stuff you can do with DT and the Void is straight out of a videogame. Real fun.”
Again, silence.
“So… you wanna give it a try? Or are you gonna take the actiony Undyne route?”
Papyrus spoke up at last. “SANS. A LONG TIME AGO, YOU TOLD ME THAT WHEN WE’RE ON THE SURFACE, WE HAVE TO DO WHAT THE SURFACE DOES. INTEGRATE WITH THE LOCAL PEOPLE. DON’T BUILD ILLEGAL TRAPS.”
“I said that, didn’t I? It was a somewhat cloudy night. You caught me doing last-minute practice.”
“THEN… DO ALSO YOU REMEMBER MY FIRST BATTLE WITH MISS AUNT?”
“As clear as day, bro.”
“IF THAT’S HOW THE SURFACE HANDLES THEIR CONFLICTS, WILL YOU AGREE TO A WAGER?”
Lucidia stopped her breath. Her heart screamed against the idea. A wager? With this man, of all people!
The Sans of minutes past chuckled. “Sure thing, bro. Let’s see. How does this work? Why don’t I hear your conditions first?”
So the Great Papyrus said: “I WILL TROUBLE MYSELF WITH YOUR TASTELESS JAPES, TRAPS, AND LACKLUSTER PUZZLES IF YOU SWEAR THAT YOU WILL NOT KILL ANY OF MY FRIENDS.”
“Who are your friends?”
“EVERYONE THAT I LEFT BEHIND. UNDYNE. GRILLBY. KING ASGORE AND THE FEMALE ASGORE CLONE. MISS AUNT, MISTER MAGUS, AND THE FAIRY GODMOTHER. ALL THE JURY MEMBERS TOO. I SHALL INCLUDE FRISK AS WELL.”
“You’re being awfully specific about this.”
“C’MON SANS, I’M TALKING TO THE MAN WHO INTENTIONALLY LEAVES A SOCK IN OUR NEW HOUSE JUST SO WE CAN CONTINUE OUR POST-IT SHENANIGANS.”
“Heh. You’re right. So are you in?”
“NAME THE CLAUSES FOR VICTORY AND DEFEAT.”
He pointed towards the foreboding construction of ascent. “Meet me at the top floor. Real simple, right? I don’t ask for much. In fact, I don’t really care about how you solve those puzzles either. Cheat if you wanna. All up to you. You know the stakes already. I don’t need to elaborate any further.”
“VERY WELL. THE GREAT PAPYRUS ACCEPTS THIS DEAL. AND HE WILL NOT GIVE ANY WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY FOR NEEDLESS ENDING OF LIVES.”
“Cool. See ya there bro.”
The recording ended with Papyrus braving the labyrinth’s deep unknown. The present Sans swiped away the screen.
“Welp,” he said. “As you can see, the only reason why we’re having this conversation is because of Papyrus. Otherwise…”
His sockets darkened. “…You’d be dead where you stand.”
To prove his point, Sans teleported right before Gaelic. Drove the blade of the Seraph System straight into his sternum. Didn’t even bother bringing out his target’s Psychia. Didn’t need to anyway. The six-winged Mark claimed his body just the same.
True to his beastly theme, Gaelic tried to bite back. Alas, his teeth snapped at thin air. Still too slow compared to Sans.
Bracing through the sting, he hissed and growled. “What did ya do to me?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Sans replied. “I got nothing against tactical smarts. But, I have to prioritize my own objective. Your massive snake Blaster thingy? Can’t have that drilling through the entire tower. Pretty hazardous. Never know if that’s gonna cause a collapse.”
“Speaking of which, nice write-protection Gram you have there. I could have broken it again, but eh. It’s way easier to just deny you of the summoning ability altogether.”
A spike of magical power surged from Cenna, charging up close to her Ascension.
Lucidia switched to a private channel upon that instant.
“Disengage, Judge Caraway!” she yelled, “Keep your powers hidden.”
Cenna stopped dead in her tracks.
Vanquishers never reveal their lineage for a reason: their family names indicate a unique brand of magic specific to them, built and refined for generations. Its mastery requires the practitioner to first attain Ascension.
The moment she shows her hand… she can’t let her foe escape.
“Exercise caution. Remain silent. Treat him as a DEMON,” Lucidia instructed. “Strike down the false angel when he soars the highest.”
So the Magus withheld action.
Just a little while longer, Cenna. I promise that you will have your moment…
Toriel spoke up after a long and unusual silence. “What are the rules of this mega-puzzle?” she asked. “Is it the same as Papyrus’?”
“Yep.” Sans answered. “Just meet me at the top of the tower. Simple.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing else?”
The two stared each other in the eye. Once upon a time, they were fond of each other. Now… ‘it’s complicated’.
Sans shrugged. “There’s the usual commitment stuff. Unless someone finds a solution, nobody’s getting out.”
The brows on Queen Toriel’s head frowned in suspicion.
“All it takes is one person, Tori,” said Sans. “I know trust is a paradox with me at the moment but… I’m being honest here. Besides, you don’t really have any other choice to save the kiddo. Right?”
“Regretfully so.” Toriel answered.
“Well then. Let’s get on with the show.”
Sans vanished. He had teleported away so that the party of five monsters and one human could enter his labyrinth without worry.
They thus proceeded with utmost caution.
Undyne led the way with Grillby watching her back. Cenna accompanied the Marked Gaelic. In turn, these two groups protected the Dreemurr Couple.
So far, all they trod through was a straight, empty corridor.
There has to be a trick up his sleeve.
Lucidia watched. Waited. Anticipated. Patience was not her trait, but experience taught her to be vigilant.
After a minute of walking, she heard the owner’s voice vibrate in the air.
“You know, King Asgore… it’s a shame Gaster concluded that his Fake Aspect research was a dead end. He was close. So close. If only Doctor Alphys was alive back then to help him understand Determination better.
Sans continued, “As long we could store the extract safely, it was theoretically possible back then to harvest the necessary quantity for an early escape. Non-lethal at that.”
“But I digress. It’s not like the Surface has been kind to us. Still it’s not a complete lost cause. Magi research data suggests that Determination can function as a substitute for just about anything. It’s an imitation, yes… but a great imitation can become almost indistinguishable from the original.”
“That’s what Doctor Alphys tried to do, right?”
“Kinda yes. Kinda no. The difference is, she tried to make new life. That’s a whole different ballgame. Me? I’m just attempting to replicate functions. Like how mechanization replaces the bulk of manual labour.”
“I… don’t quite understand,” Asgore admitted. Shame had started to weigh on his head.
“I guess some things in life are better demonstrated than explained.”
One loud clang of a lever later, the planet rumbled.
“No!” Lucidia cried out.
The connection to the group went dark. Cut off. Her Eyes pushed close to its limit as she did everything imaginable to re-establish that vital link.
Control panel, summoned.
Tweaking macros, activated.
Magic flow, maximum.
Still nothing. Few things could block her so thoroughly, and she spent twenty-five years making sure the last tragedy caused by lost communication won’t repeat itself.
Yet, no progress.
Please.
Please. Someone. Anyone, answer me!
The frustration. The fear. She slammed her hands against the walls of the Chronograph.
Then…
She heard a buzz from the audio feed.
“…Lucy…?” Pop. “Lucy …can you read me?…Over…” Crack.
“Cenna?” Hope welled in her heart. They’re alive after all. “I read you. But it’s not clear.”
“…Lef……no… Right… A little bit more to the right!”
It appears that Cenna was yelling instructions to someone.
“Okay! I think that’s the best we can get!”
Lowering her volume, Cenna explained: “For context Lucy, Gael climbed 30 feet above my head with a signal amplifier linked to my earpiece. Never thought I’d need to bust that out.”
“What happened?”
“The group got split up. We’re stuck in these weird perspective-defying puzzle rooms. But that’s not the worst of it. Sans sealed the entire labyrinth within an imitation Seven-Soul Barrier.”
The woman’s head felt faint. “C-come again? Repeat?”
“I repeat: Sans sealed the entire labyrinth within an imitation Seven-Soul Barrier. We. Are. So trapped.”
The Barrier.
The Seven-Soul Barrier.
Many had considered the possibility of mechanizing it, but the ramifications were too frightening to pursue. Imagine sealing whole opposing nations to certain doom with nothing more than science.
What should I do?
What can I do?
Her memory began to list the available tactics. She singled them out one by one, hampered either by failing infrastructure or the Barrier’s blockade.
It all seemed hopeless...
Until she remembered how Sans praised this person he called ‘Doctor Alphys’.
She delved into her database and pulled up an information sheet. It detailed all their intel on that yellow-scaled scientist, phone number included.
The flower children’s testimonies after the exorcism had fed her crucial updates on Ebott’s brightest mind.
Appearances deceive. Who would have ever thought that this socially-awkward nerdy woman was one of the primary drivers of the Underground’s technology?
That’s right. I can’t do this alone.
“Stay put, Judge Caraway. I'm contacting Doctor Alphys for assistance as we speak.”
[OUTGOING TRANSMISSION: ALPHYS LABS]