Undertale - Corrupted File.exe 4

    After a bit more snow slinging between Frisk, Sans, and Papyrus, Sans finally decided it was time to stop. He took them through a shortcut in front of the royal’s home. “Okay, get in and warm up,” Sans said, not noticing Frisk giving a look of concern to the right of the house. “I need to head back and talk to the other guards, so take care of Frisk ‘till I get back, k?”

    Papyrus nodded. “No problem, brother, I promise to look after them.”

    Sans smiled. “Good, and uh, Papyrus…let’s meet up at our old home later. We’ve got a little work to do.”

    “As soon as Frisk is all taken care of. They’ve been out in the cold, and the dog slobber on them probably didn’t help…”

    Sans snickered. “At least they can’t give them—”

    “Sans, really…”

    “Frost bite.”

    “You’re exasperating,” Papyrus sighed. “But yeah, I’ll be home after this,” he assured, as Frisk started shuffling around the right side of the entrance, looking for something.  

    “Buddy?” Frisk turned to look at Sans. “Something wrong?” They shook their head and smiled, giving a thumbs up. “If you’re sure, kiddo.” With that, Sans walked away, taking another shortcut to get back to Snowdin. He needed to talk to the guards about what was going on.

    Papyrus smiled as Frisk came over, hugging his leg, but his head jerked up as the door opened as Toriel stepped out, only to do a double take. “What in the…?”

    The two were covered in snow dust, and Papyrus had what looked like large chunks of snow and ice clinging to his bones. The skeleton laughed softly. “We had a snowball fight, and Sans and I ended up getting a lot of snow on our bones, and uh, since we don’t actually supply much in heat…it…froze to our bones.”

    Frisk giggled while Toriel shook her head in amusement. “Well come on in, I’ll get you something warm to eat.” She took Frisk’s hand and led them in, with Papyrus following. As soon as they entered, Frisk started to take off their winter clothes, no longer needing them in the warm house. And soon enough they were in their usual attire, aside from the fact that they were only wearing socks right now.

    Toriel smiled and then shooed them into the living room. “You two warm up,” she murmured in amusement. “And I’ll get a towel for you, Papyrus so that the snow and ice doesn’t just melt off you.”

    “The Great Papyrus thanks you for the offer,” he replied, while Frisk tugged lightly on Toriel’s dress.

    “Hmm, what is it dearie?” She knelt, and paused. “You want to go to the garden for a few minutes…? Well, I suppose, but don’t leave the Underground.” They nodded, crossing their heart with a firm nod. She petted their head. “Don’t take too long, Little One.” With that, the child grabbed their shoes, sat on the steps to get them on, and then raced off.

    Toriel chortled. “So much energy for one so small…”

    “No kidding,” Papyrus said. “They can keep going even after that huge snowball fight we got into.”

    “I hope the game wasn’t too rough on them,” she said in slight concern.

    “Hardly,” Papyrus snickered. “Sans got the worst of it because the dogs kept chasing Frisk’s snowballs and getting him.”

    Toriel paused, bringing the image to mind, before she began laughing. “Oh, goodness! Don’t tell me the Greater Dog…oh goodness poor Sans! I hope he wasn’t hurt too badly!”

    “No broken bones, so that’s something!”

    However, while they talked about the events from earlier, things were not so merry for Frisk. In reality, they had only poked their head into the garden while looking for something there, and at the exit. Both were empty of what they sought. Even the corridor didn’t have it. When they came back into Toriel’s home, they bit their lip, and headed over to their room with concern and worry all over their face.

    They opened the door to their room, and looked over to where Flowey was resting in his flower pot. They closed the door and quietly went over as he raised his head, looking at them warily. “What do you want, Frisk?” he growled, before perking, noticing their expression of worry, which put him on edge, his thoughts already going to the merciless Chara.

    Frisk looked at the ground for a moment, shuffling a few times, before leaning forward and murmuring quietly. Their words got Flowey’s attention, but while he looked bothered, he didn’t look as surprised as he should have been. “The save points aren’t there anymore?” Frisk nodded nervously. “Of course they aren’t.” Frisk jerked with a sound of surprise. “Why do you think I can’t save anymore?” Frisk shrugged.

    Flowey sighed, a leaf going against his head. “The save points can only be seen by one ‘being’ and that being only. The only reason I could save in my world, is because it was just that. My world. I had the souls to aid me…but here…it goes to the being who is the most determined. That was you, Frisk. But now that Chara’s here…their determination to destroy everything overrides your determination to do the right thing. Therefore, they’re the ones who can access the save points…”

    Frisk made an uncomfortable sound. “Of course, Frisk,” Flowey murmured. “That leads to one more thing…” Frisk looked at the flower as they turned slightly to look the human square in the eye. “Frisk, if you die before we stop Chara…you’re going to stay dead. With no save points, there’s no resets either…you understand Frisk?” Flowey dipped his head slightly. “You’ve got one shot. Don’t mess it up, because I promise you, they won’t be satisfied with just us.”

    Frisk gulped, and shakily nodded. “You know,” Flowey murmured. “You’re a lousy fighter…” Frisk glared at them for the insult. “You can’t fight,” Flowey continued, but then he hunkered down, leaning forward. “But you can dodge. Perhaps you should ask Sans for some tips.” Frisk looked at them in confusion, and the flower couldn’t help a sly smile. “Oh, trust me. Sans has made me reset more than anyone. And if that pile of lazy bones can teach you anything…it’s dodging.”

    The human thought over Flowey’s words, and then nodded. Tomorrow, maybe, they’d talk to Sans about it. They looked back to the flower that had turned away again. They paused, and then clambered up onto the bed. “Go away, human, I don’t need you jostling—” He jerked in surprise as the human gave an improvised hug, their head gently nuzzling his petals. “Wha—hey—what are you doing!? STOP THAT!” he demanded, flailing his leaves.

    They giggled at his exaggerated response and gently patted his head. They could tell that Chara scared him…Chara scared them too, so they understood. They wanted him to feel better though, to feel that he wasn’t alone, and that it was okay to be scared. This person was terrible, he had every right. Because this was basically an immortal, and both knew that killing wouldn’t suffice.

    After a bit more cuddling, Frisk had to go as dinner was ready. They got to have a meal with Toriel and Papyrus, before Toriel shooed them to bed as it was getting late, and Papyrus decided to head back to Snowdin. Papyrus couldn’t take shortcuts, but he was fast, so taking elevators back down to the river and taking the boat to Snowdin didn’t take too long.

    He moved through town, eyeing the buildings. Eventually, one by one, monsters would all move out of here. It was good, yet, it would be strange when Snowdin was finally empty. After all, the Underground was all he had ever known, and even if it was to a better place, so many memories would play out here beneath the mountain they were trapped under.

    Papyrus pushed the thoughts aside though. It’ll be better in the end! He could go to Grillby’s with the noon sun shining down for once, instead of the constant nighttime. He reached his house, and unlocked the door. “Sans?” he called as he entered. “Are you in—”

    He yelped in surprise as something crashed into the wall beside his head. He jerked his head up, and saw his brother on the second floor, leaning against the railing, smiling as his left eye glowed. “Hey, bro…let’s go, show me what you’ve got…and what more you can do.”  

    It clicked with Papyrus what Sans wanted. A training session. Odd, Sans really wasn’t the type, but Papyrus didn’t mind the idea. “You really want me to make new moves, don’t you?”

    “Yep, better start moving.”

    Papyrus jumped back, slamming their door shut, thinking swiftly, before heading toward Waterfall so that his brother wouldn’t have snow to fling at him as well. Sans smirked, and opened the door to his room—and somehow ended up stepping out of his house. Seeing where his brother was going, he huffed. “Okay, Sans,” he murmured to himself as he drew his hood up. “Take it a little serious.”

    With that, he ran after his brother. “That human can’t teleport, so fight a little like them,” Sans muttered to himself, memories of another timeline coming to him as he ran after his brother. Papyrus has to be prepared—he has to be able to defend himself, so make him take it just as seriously! He didn’t remember why Papyrus had fallen to the human in the other timeline, but he wanted to prevent it this time.

    The two entered waterfall, running past Sans’s station, but Sans stopped as he came upon a patch of tall grass. He paused, and slowly came forward, listening. Nothing. He slowly moved forward, pushing cautiously through the grass. Yet, despite his searching, he couldn’t find Papyrus. Sans frowned. He should have seen him if he had just ran straight through. He continued searching, nearing the side with the river. Where did he—

    Sans gasped as something hit his legs, knocking him down as something leapt out of the river. Papyrus. The tall skeleton had actually slid into the river while Sans was searching in the grass, clinging to the ledge until his brother was close enough to attack. Sans practically beamed at that as he tumbled back, summoning a bone to block Papyrus’s attack. “How’s that, brother!?” Papyrus exclaimed with a wide smile.

    “A step in the right direction,” Sans replied before raising a hand. However, Papyrus lunged to the side as a single bone appeared out of nowhere. “Keep moving!” Sans warned. “Don’t think you’ve won when your enemy has fallen!”

    “Right!” Papyrus jumped through the rest of the grass and continued running, their sparring match continuing on.

    Papyrus yelped as another bone flew at him and he dove on through Waterfall, jumping over the rivers that normally needed bridge seeds, and busting through the wishing room. In fact, the tall skeleton actually lunged across the gap where the bird usually rested. Sans stopped and took a swift 180, taking a shortcut to get across as his brother rushed on. Sans continued after him through the first mushroom area, only to freeze when he found himself in pitch black. “Heh…oh boy, Papyrus.”

    His eye glowed vividly as he moved, listening. Nothing. Surprisingly, Papyrus could be deathly quiet when he wanted to be…good. Sans needed him to be able to do that if Papyrus had to go into hiding for any reason. The small skeleton tapped a lantern, causing the room to light up again. He smirked as he caught sight of his brother, and swiftly began to move. However, the lights were already beginning to die, and soon enough went all black.

    Sans made a soft sound of annoyance, and felt around as he moved. Where was the next lantern? He couldn’t exactly teleport back to the beginning from here…after moving around the narrow area with just enough of a rise to not walk off the paths, he finally found a lantern. He touched it, lighting the room again, frowning when he found that Papyrus had navigated the dark, and was now elsewhere in the room. “Stopped running, huh?” he called as he moved.

    “The Great Papyrus does not run away from a battle!” his brother called with a smirk as the room went dark again.

    “Then what’s this?” Sans asked, but his brother did not reply. Sans grumbled as he fumbled around, eventually finding another lantern. When the brothers spotted each other again, there seemed to be a glimmer of amusement on Papyrus’s face as he adjusted his scarf.

    “A tactical move, but I won’t give anything else away.”

    Sans chuckled. “A tactical move of bringing me into the pitch black?” If Sans really wanted to though, he could use his Gaster Blasters to light up the area, but that was a bit of an overkill, and he wanted to keep this to a ‘human’ simulation for the best part, which was why he had only been using one bone at a time, and only teleporting when Papyrus jumped a gap he couldn’t.

    He touched another lantern when the room went dark again, but when the area lit back up, he couldn’t see his brother at all. Sans frowned. Where did he go? He moved swiftly as the room darkened again. He got to a lantern just as it went dark, and touched it. The room lit up, and Sans caught sight of his brother’s scarf for a brief moment. He smirked. Nice try, but I see you.

    The smaller skeleton moved again as the lanterns dimmed, making his way to where he could see his brother. The room darkened just before he got there, and he was forced to stumble around again for a lantern. He found one and summoned his bone as he came. “All right, Papyrus, no more hi—ding?” He practically blinked as he stared dumbfounded. Papyrus wasn’t there.

    Instead, there was just a large bone with Papyrus’s scarf tied to it. Sans’s eyes widened as he realized he had been tricked, but before he could even move, he felt a bone press against his neck. “Not another step, Lazy-Bones,” Papyrus said.

    “Or what?” Sans asked as he raised his hands in surrender, turning around, only to stare in surprise.

    Behind Papyrus, blue bones were levitating, spinning in a slow circle. “Or you’ll meet my Pin Wheel of Doom.”

    Sans chuckled. “Okay, bro, you got me. Show me what that does—just not on me,” he joked.

    “As if I would ever use this on my brother—even if you do spout horrible puns.”

    “Just for you, Papyrus. Just for you.”

    Papyrus gave a half-hearted glare, and then the bones dispersed, and he made a smaller version so that he didn’t accidentally destroy anything. “Just to note, in a real attack, some of these bones will be white.” Then, he sent it flying. It was like watching a disk with LED lights as it whirled around, sometimes the bones went away from each other, creating a wider circle, before closing tight. If Papyrus used the attack at full size…well, someone was going to have a heck of time dodging.

    Sans clapped slowly while Papyrus beamed. “Way to go, bro,” Sans said. “This is definitely a good one. Where’d you get the idea?”

    “From the Echo Flowers,” Papyrus replied. “They’re blue, and their petals sort of make a pin wheel.”

    Sans smiled. “Good thing you took this to Waterfall. And that diversion? Keep that, definitely keep that. I thought I had you.”

    Papyrus pumped the air out of pure excitement. “I know! I literally thought up this plan as I was running over here, and I’m just so glad that it worked!” Sans chuckled, and then offered a hand.

    “Come on, Bro, let’s take a shortcut home and rest up for the night. We don’t know what tomorrow will have in store.”

    Papyrus smiled and retrieved his scarf before taking Sans’s hand. Then, the two moved, leaving the mushroom area…and somehow ending up inside their house. They started to head up the stairs, but Papyrus stopped at his room. “Sans…”

    The smaller skeleton turned, and tilted his head. “Yeah, bro?”

    “What did Flowey say?” Papyrus asked in concern. “I want to know how bad this is so that I can help.”

    Sans paused, thinking. He had to tell him at some point so that he wouldn’t go in blind, and since they didn’t know when they would run into Chara… Sans sighed. “Right…well…” He hesitated.

    “Sans…?”

    His brother looked up. “We’re up against something dangerous. This human…they’re not like Frisk. What I’m saying is…Mercy isn’t going to get to them, Papyrus. It doesn’t work all the time, even if Frisk could show mercy to Flowey.”

    “But Sans, they’re human; they have a soul, don’t they?”

    “Papyrus, you saw what they did. However, I’m not saying to kill them. In fact, far from it, but the thing is, they’re going to try to kill us. That’s why I did this tonight. If you have to confront them, and have to defend yourself so that you can bring them to their knees…I want you to show your best. Use what you did today against them, all right?” Sans asked, not noticing that he had crossed back through the hall, coming in front of his brother. “Papyrus…”

    “Yeah?”

    He suddenly hugged his brother. “You’ve got a good heart, bro. Just, please, please don’t let them take it. I…I can’t lose you.”

    The taller brother blinked in confusion, and then knelt, hugging his brother. “Sans…I promise to be careful. I’ll do what I can to capture them and not get hurt.”

    Sans sighed in relief. “Thanks, bro…”