Papyrus won’t stop buzzing you with updates about his condition.
He was fine. Mostly. In just two days, he gained enough control of his Eye to tone down the flame effect.
According to Sans, that coolness was ‘inefficient style’. Each particle you could observe was in truth a leak in the wielder's hold.
It’s like trying to cup a handful of water. It’s nice to watch the streams flow between your fingers, but you’d have less water in your hand.
You realised that Sans was really giving his all when you went crazy. He had no flames there. It was supposed to be the point of no return after all…
As for the visions, they became less morbid. Your friend no longer saw dead people walking. Although, he still struggled with assorted other time-delay illusions.
For example, he kept seeing the afterimages of a cucumber sandwich sitting by Alphys’ PC. She ate said sandwich yesterday.
Or he tried talking to Undyne at the couch, when in reality she was on the phone ordering pizza.
A replacement teacher had filled in Mom’s classes for the second day now. You already missed her gentle voice. It’s not that the temporary teacher was bad. It’s just, well, not the same.
You couldn’t focus on your classes. There was still the missing SAVE stars issue to tackle. Aunt Cenna’s untimely interruption had delayed your much-needed discussion with Sans.
Mettaton called you during recess.
“Why, hello darling,” he said. As fantabulous as ever. “When will you drop by and visit little old me? I’ll only be here for a little while before I roam the world once more, radiating my fabulous self to humanity~”
A giggle squeaked out from you. You told Mettaton that you’d love to see him in person. Just that for the past two days, Mom wasn’t feeling well. You’ve been taking care of her.
“Oh? Our prima donna Queen had fallen ill? How terrible! Is she fine now? Shall I get my fans to shower her with well-wishes? I have millions of followers~”
You politely declined the offer and told him that she's getting better -- for her sake. In the back of your mind, you knew Mom preferred the peace and quiet. Nagging migraines and commotion don’t mesh well.
You planned to invite everyone over for dinner out of the house anyway. At Grillby’s, so Mom doesn’t need to cook and wash for you. If there was anything needed to be done, everyone can help.
“Brilliant plan, my darling ambassador. I’m very sure Papyrus will appreciate the extra housework. He’s so energetic, he must have cleaned the entirety of Alphys’ lab three times over by now.”
Wow. It made sense since Alphys was not the tidiest of folks either. He couldn’t bear to see a house in disarray.
You told Mettaton that you’ll visit the lab after school today. Cue a dramatic gasp of happiness. Ah, he’s a showman both on and off camera.
“Splendid news! I eagerly wait for your arrival, dear. You’ll be treated with a beeeeautiful surprise~~”
That wrapped up the call.
Dang, you wished that school will end right now. Bailing in the middle of recess would hurt your reputation. There’s a set commitment past the school gates: once you enter, you can’t leave other than an emergency.
The days where you don’t enter at all? That’s different. You had urgent business. Sort of. Your personal safety was pretty important, as was Papyrus’ health.
The thought of meeting your friends after school filled you with determination.
As promised, you headed straight to the lab once you were out of the educational grounds.
Mettaton answered the door. Your eyes were immediately assaulted by the sheer glam of his glamorous self. His overall design didn’t change, but he looked… NEW.
The arms.
The face.
The heart belt.
And his legs. Especially his hot-pink legs.
Mettaton’s first line of cologne floated into the air. It’s quite pleasant, but you were not sure if it would worsen Mom’s migraine-addled state.
Your fabulous robot friend flicked his new and improved hair.
“Do you like my upgrades?” asked Mettaton. “Alphys managed to get a whole lot of new tech in recent months. And she met a woman who inspired her to style my gorgeous locks. It may look the same, but it feels a world’s difference!”
You granted him two thumbs up of sheer approval. You asked if he got the battery upgrade that he always wanted?
“Oh yessss!” He struck a sassy pose. “Now I can be in my exquisite, BEAUTIFUL form for much, muuuuuch longer! My box body still has a strong following though, so I won’t ditch it.”
The cool and the cute?
“Indeed! Come on in, little star. It’s cold outside.”
Mettaton led you inside and closed the door. At that moment, you saw Papyrus facing an empty wall.
“OH EM GEE METTATON! YOUR UPGRADES LOOK FAN-TA-BU-LOUS! THE HOT LEGS LOOK HOTTER AND YOUR STYLE IS STYLIER!”
He was praising the wall, thinking Mettaton was there. The time-delayed afterimages struck again.
Maybe it’s best to leave him alone for now.
“Oh, that poor darling,” your celebrity friend commented. “It breaks my heart to see one of my biggest fans so confused. Is there not a way to speed up his recovery?”
Shouldn’t Mettaton ask Alphys or Sans about that?
“I did.” He frowned. “They said he’s healing well. But, it’s still too slow in my tastes. If only Papyrus is a robot like me. All he needs is one session on the table. And voila!”
You then heard Alphys scream out of frustration. It came from the ‘office section’ of her house, where she placed all the proper work equipment. That included her non-anime PCs.
For the first time in forever, you saw Alphys storm out in exasperation.
“SANS! Come out right now!” she yelled. “I KNOW you’re the one who installed that dog-hotdog shimeji! Why did you have to do that on my WORK COMP??? You could have totally wrecked something important!”
Alphys proceeded to dash around the house to hunt the culprit down. Your dorky friend might have learned a thing or two from Undyne.
Speaking of whom, you asked where Undyne went.
Mettaton replied: “She’s prepping my Dummy cousins for field testing. Alphys wanted to analyze all of Pappy’s new abilities. There’s apparently more than just those ‘special cannons’ he kept squealing about.”
Mad Dummy and Training Dummy? They’re still in that business?
“Yes, darling! There are a surprising amount of jobs that require a dummy. Haunted houses, clothing stores, children’s parties and so on. Would you like to watch the training session?”
Ab-so-LUTE-ly, you answered. You can’t wait to see Papyrus’ new skills!
The ‘training session’ took place in an empty hall. It was more or less an empty space with reinforced walls and switchable tile floors. You learned from an engineer in Hotland that their local puzzles were built for easy renovations.
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Alphys applied the same principle so Undyne could adjust her training regiment in any way she wanted. For now, it’s just the dummies and a lot of empty space.
It’s great to see two of those guys again.
Although they acknowledged you, the Training Dummy was just as silent as ever. Until today, you weren’t sure if that was a guy ghost or a lady ghost. They never answered your curious questions.
And the Mad Dummy? Even before the training began, he’s already throwing stuffing everywhere. Undyne resorted to her classic German suplex to get his temper under control.
You spotted Sans lounging on the side. He leaned against the wall, content and relaxed; it's been a long time since you’ve seen him this way.
Mettaton noticed your eagerness. He patted you on the head and subtly urged you to go ahead. Then he strut off to coax his temperamental cousin.
You sat beside Sans and smiled.
“Hey kid,” he returned the gesture. “How’s school?”
The smile remained, but it’s starting to curl awkward.
Sans winked. “I know that look on your face. Classes are the least of your worries now. Go ahead, shoot. I’ve been in a good mood for a few days now. It’s about time I return the favour.”
Favour? Your tilt your head, puzzled.
“Your talk with Paps,” he answered. “It made him a merry skelly again. Can’t ask for anything more than that.”
That’s right. It didn’t surprise you that Sans found out the truth sooner or later.
Well, if he said he’s ready, then he’s ready.
You whispered to him that you’ve not seen a single SAVE star since you’ve stepped out onto the Surface. The Underground had lost all their SAVE stars too. No matter how determined you were, one wouldn’t appear.
Furthermore, any attempt of altering time would trigger a complete RESET. You would be dragged all the way back to that fateful day when you fell unto a bed of golden flowers.
“Hmm…” Sans pondered. “Strange isn’t it? You’d think being alone down there would give you free reign.”
Pardon?
“Every human SOUL has some level of Determination. But only those with the highest quantity would have the power of time-space manipulation. Make SAVES. RESET. Those stuff. It’s hard to achieve that intensity on the Surface due to the sheer number of humans. Think of it as a wireless signal: if there are too many of those in the same place, they’ll crowd each other out.”
That made sense. When you fell into the Underground, you had robbed Flowey of his powers. In other words you had cancelled his ability to SAVE and RESET just by being in proximity.
You weren’t sure if you had shared this important piece of information with Sans before, so you told him about it just in case.
He nodded his skull. “Yup. That confirms it. The person with the most Determination wins the power lottery. By theory.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
If you could rob Flowey…
Another person could rob you.
But wait. Sans said: ‘by theory’? So, things are going against theory now?
“Sort of. You know those stories about how folks got lost in the middle of nowhere? Some got rescued, others were not so fortunate. If isolation is the key, why didn’t they gain the ability to SAVE and RESET? Did they lack determination? Furthermore, what’s the range of this ‘Determination Effect’ anyway? Does it have a radius? Or does it cover the whole planet?”
You thought about it for a moment.
What if a human launched themselves to space? Would the ability work on the moon?
“Maybe. The moon has no other humans around to cause interference, but there are no reports of time-altering abilities from any astronaut. It’s either they’re not aware of the power, or they lacked potential.”
Sans concluded it’s a very rare ability.
You asked him if someone else cancelled out your time-altering abilities.
“Doubt it, kid. If that’s the case, you wouldn’t be able to drag us back to the Underground either. Remember, Flowey couldn’t RESET either. Unless…”
You witnessed the mental gears click together in Sans’ head. He lost that grin almost in an instant. His sockets went dark, staring into your soul from its bleak depths.
“Kid,” he whispered. “What if…”
At the most critical moment, you were then interrupted by the beginning of the training session. Papyrus waved at you with utmost enthusiasm.
Sans put on his usual goofy grin for cover; he then excused himself. It’s time to uphold his word and teach Papyrus the art of ‘special cannons’.
All Papyrus needed was just a little guidance. After a brief explanation and a demonstration later, your tall friend summoned his first Gasterblaster.
You never thought it’s possible for Papyrus to scream with the voice pitch of a schoolgirl. Ecstatic, he hugged the scary dragon-cannon as if it was a brand new puppy.
Seeing his job done, Sans shuffled himself out. “Welp Paps, knock yourself out. Have fun.”
Fun indeed. Papyrus started practicing his shots on the Dummy cousins. The beam’s power was scaled down to safe levels, of course. He wouldn’t want to turn his friends to ash.
“C’mon Papyrus!” Undyne yelled. “Put all your strength into it! Bigger! Stronger! Faster! Better! Send ‘em flying!”
Mettaton huffed. “Crude as ever, my rambunctious fish. Our darling needs more style and flair. Humans loooove a spectacle. Oooh, just IMAGINE the guest star ratings of Paps' lightshow!”
“Bleh! You and your flaky showbusiness. If Paps follows your advice, he’ll just be wasting his talent!”
“Talent is pointless if there’s no appeal. Mhmm hmm~~~”
Oh uh. Here comes the glaring contest. Papyrus spent the next few moments trying to keep the two from a potential cat-fight.
Sans plunked his butt down next to you, tucked his hands in the jacket pockets and resumed his lazy slouch.
“Eh, they’ll be fine.” He said. “Back to topic. Let’s try to determine what enabled SAVING in the first place.”
Determination, you said. And the lack of competing sources.
You then remembered one of Sans’ science lessons. Something about the way a person perceives colour. All visible light corresponds to a range of wavelengths. This spectrum could be a mixture of multiple other shades.
You wondered if the colour of your SOUL could be an important factor.
“…Likely.” Sans answered. He’s quite impressed with you. “Can you recite the SOUL colours and their corresponding qualities for me?”
Cyan, Patience.
Orange, Bravery.
Blue, Integrity.
Purple, Perseverance.
Green, Kindness.
Yellow, Justice.
Red… Determination?
“Bingo. And what’s the essence of Determination? It’s the will to keep on living. To change fate. That’s time-travel material there, Frisk. Think about it.”
You don’t like the darkening tone in his voice. This is serious business.
“The moment you lose the will to live, you lose your Number 1 spot. That void will then be filled by a different entity. If I remember right… you RESET at your most stressful moments.”
Sans started counting with his bony fingers. “The kidnapping. Losing the custody case. Being alone in a foreign land. Running out of money. Death of a friend. Unable to change an outcome. Whenever things collapsed beyond your control. That’s when you were at your most vulnerable.”
“Perhaps you had made a conscious decision to RESET in some of those timelines, but are you sure you were in control in every single one?”
Your head felt faint from the revelation. Try as you might, you couldn’t come up with a valid argument to counter his hypothesis.
What if your sense of control was all an illusion?
There was one person who could, and would, play mind tricks on you.
They would wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Until you hit a low point in your life.
Then they would pull the trigger. All the while, they made you believe that it was your own wish to RESET.
Chara.
You were afraid to even mention their name. It could grant them more power than they already had.
Sans shared the same wavelength at you, much to your fortune. “Yeah. Them. None of us are safe until we get rid of that other red kid somehow. Or rather, their husk. Same goes for Flowey.”
Does that mean… killing them?
You don’t want to kill them, even if they’re technically dead.
“Heh, that’s such a Frisk way of thinking. Don’t worry. We’ll look for a non-lethal alternative.”
He then smacked a strong, reassuring pat on your back. “Stay determined, kid.”
That action caught you by surprise. Sans had never given you such a strong pat before. It was more of a Papyrus thing to do. Someone’s really been in a good mood.
You beamed back with delight.
Speaking of Papyrus…
“UM, SANS? HOW DO I GET DOWN FROM HERE? OR IS IT UP? I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!”
Papyrus had somehow managed to get himself stuck on the ceiling, feet to the roof. He tried to jump back to ground, but whatever magic he had used to get up there kept dragging him back to the top.
You noted that his Eye kept flashing between orange and ultramarine.
“Whoa,” Sans was both surprised and amazed. “I knew Paps had better grips on gravity magic, but wow. This is so awesome. You could say that his abilities are… ‘Through the roof’.”
Bum-pa-dish! You burst into laughter while Papyrus screamed about the pun. Yup. He heard that.
He started throwing a foot-stomping tantrum. While upside down. “NOT FUNNY! SAAAAANS WHY CAN’T I TURN THIS MAGIC OFF??? I JUST WANTED TO BREAKDANCE IN MID AIR!”
Poor guy. He’s just one step away from outright panic.
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your pelvis in a bunch.” Sans replied. “Be right there, bro.”
He beckoned you to join. “Wanna help out, kid?”
That sounds like fun.
The training troubles didn’t end at the ceiling mishap.
Undyne and Mettaton kept jabbing at each other’s values. They were both opposites yet the same: extreme and uncompromisable.
Papyrus tried to satisfy both sides by combining both aspects of strength and style… except his overextended magic went haywire. A large singular Gasterblaster started chasing after anything that moved.
Its first target was Undyne. She would have suplexed it into submission if it didn’t keep flying far out of her reach. The conjured creature circled around her and fired shot after shot square on her butt.
She will need to shop for a new pair of pants after this.
Realising the dangers of the rampaging embodiment of deadly beams, Papyrus jumped on the blaster and tried to pin it down to the ground.
Alas, it turned into an air rodeo session. The wild Gasterblaster flew around the room in sharp, erratic patterns, trying to shake off its own master.
Witness to this chaos, both dummy cousins decided that they had enough of today’s shenanigans. They whisked away without announcing their leave.
Then the Gasterblaster began to charge its beam.
As wise as he was lazy, Sans chucked you into Mettaton’s arms and put all his magic into subduing that construct.
The glamorous robot carried you princess-style and skipped outside like an antelope. That bot had a flamboyant grace in everything he does, including the act of evacuation.
A large explosion followed.
The training room was left in shambles. A comical layer of dusty soot clung on your friends, but otherwise they were fine. It reminded you of the silly slapstick cartoons you used to watch as a kid.
Needless to say, your group dinner plans had to be cancelled. All efforts shall concentrate on fixing Alphys’ place.