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Fonttale: Waking the World

Chapter One:  

Dead and Gone

        "Nyeh! Nyeh!"

CUFF!

CUFF!

        "*Huff*"

CUFF

..........

.........

CHIK!

        "You know Brother, it'd be nice if you lent a hand every once in awhile," said Papyrus leaning on his shovel. He wiped the sweat off his skull with a gloved hand and smiled down at his brother. It had been a couple hours since he and Sans left the Underground and Papyrus had spent almost all of them climbing down Mt. Ebott. He was exhausted, but with Sans having fallen down, he couldn't afford to rest.

        The stars were out now and the moon was luckily as bright as his brother described. The Horror Font needed that light too if he was going to finish this job.

        "Alright, finally. Digging takes forever without those automated machines you were talking about. Nyeh heh heh...god this sucks."

        You'd think digging up human corpses would be an easy task, but no. Disguising himself as one of the human children using his font and stealing a shovel was a piece of cake, but those hateful humans decided to bury their dead six feet under the earth. Six feet! The skeleton had been digging forever trying to reach them...but something was wrong in this cemetery.

        Papyrus bent down and rubbing the dirt off the casket, pulled open the lid only to find the same thing he'd been finding all day, emptiness. Another casket was absolutely empty.

        "Another one?! Are you kidding me?! That's the fourth one!" Papyrus stared down at the empty coffin in disbelief.

        What on earth is going on here? Why is every box I find completely empty? I KNOW humans bury their dead here, so...why?

         Papyrus sat near the dirt mound he had made and covered his face with his hands. Sans lay in the grass beside him motionless. The cool wind felt nice against his bones, but it did little to change his mood.

        Is this cemetery completely empty? Are all the bodies being moved to another cemetery for some reason?

         "No, no they wouldn't rebury the boxes, that makes no sense!" said Papyrus loudly.

        "WHO'S OUT THERE?"

        "*Gasp!*" Papyrus's head shot up in surprise, as a male voice rang out somewhere in the area. A small beam of light snaked its way along the grass, lighting up a couple of tombstones.

        "I SAID, WHO'S OUT THERE?"

        Papyrus quickly jumped down into the grave and put his brother into the casket before jumping back out. Using his font to disguise himself as a raven, he sat on top of the tombstone of said grave, waiting to see who would appear.

        A human in black wearing some kind of badge and what looked like a radio, approached the brothers carrying a flashlight. Seeing Sans in the grave, the human shook their head. "Another activist digging. God damn it...that's the fifth time this week!" He turned around and scanned the area with his flashlight. "HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"

        Is anyone dumb enough to answer you?

         The human shined his flashlight on Papyrus, but the skeleton stayed where he was. The only thing the human saw was a raven and as long as Papyrus kept his focus, that's all they WOULD see.

        "HELLO?"

         Maybe if you didn't shout, you'd find the person you were looking for.

         Stupid creature...

         The human looked down at Sans, shining the flashlight onto his hoodie. "I should probably get someone to rebury this guy, buuut I should also be getting a raise for all the crap I've been putting up with this week."

        Papyrus stared at him incredulously from his perch.

        Is this human serious?

         They're obviously in charge of security around here, yet they think they should get a raise? For failing in their job for...what did they say?

         The fifth time this week?

         The human turned and began to walk away, unintentionally angering Papyrus further.

        He's really leaving isn't he?

         He's going to leave without reburying the body, OR calling someone else to rebury it?!

         Unbelievable!

         The tall skeleton glared at the human from atop the tombstone, gritting his teeth. His anger was beginning to take control of him again. He knew he really needed to see someone about that, but he knew if he did he'd lie to the person trying to help him when things got tough. No one could help him but himself...or another Font.

        Papyrus wasn't particularly an angry person, his rage was just too extreme during the rare times it reared its ugly head. There were actually not many things that bothered him, but he DID have his triggers. He couldn't stand laziness for example. It was okay if SANS was lazy; he had a depression problem and was a Font that needed more sleep than most, but this human...

        "*Sigh* I need a drink. Something strong. There's only so much stress a man can handle..."

        HE'S GOING TO DRINK WHILE WORKING?!

        Another trigger was people not taking their work seriously and/or intentionally breaking their job's rules. This man had unfortunately, done both. Papyrus couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore.

        "Shame on you, Human. Shame, shame, shame. ALL of the shame-"

        "WHO'S THERE?!" The man spun around quickly, searching for the voice that had scolded him, but found no one. "I'M WARNING YOU! I HAVE A GUN!"

        Papyrus laughed from his perch. "Nyeh heh heh heh heh! Volume Human! You'll wake the dead...Nyeh heh ha ha ha!"

        "COME OUT, RIGHT NOW!"

        More laughter. "Now why would I do a thing like that? Sounds a bit dangerous, don't you think?"

        "I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW AND YOU WILL FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS! COME OUT AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! NOW!"

        "So bossy...you don't have many friends, do you?"

        "I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU AGAIN!"

        "Does that mean you're going to leave? How...unfortunate."

        The officer swung his flashlight around wildly, drawing his gun. "I-I have a gun! I will shoot you if you don't come out!"

        "............What?"

        CLICK!

         He cocked his gun, much to Papyrus's amusement, and pointed it towards where he THOUGHT the Font's voice was coming from.

        "I SWEAR I'LL USE THIS!" His arm shook as Papyrus's aura heightened his fear tenfold.

        "On what?"

        "ON YOU!"

        "But you don't know where I am!" exclaimed Papyrus smiling and laughing once more. His anger was totally gone, replaced instead by joy as he watched the policeman turn around in frightened circles.

        I should probably end this now though. If he's like the children and knows about Fonts-

         "WHERE ARE YOU?"  

        "Quiet Human, I'm thinking."

        If he's like the children and knows about Fonts, he might hurt Sans thinking he's me or something.

         Of course he'd have to calm down and actually THINK first...

         BANG!

         BANG!

         BANG!

         THUD!

         Or he could just shoot randomly into the dark.

         The officer, seeing a shadow, shot three times in that general direction, scaring the birds nesting in the trees nearby. "GOTCHA'!"

        Papyrus turned his head towards the direction of his shots, surprised. "You got SOMEBODY, but uhhh...it wasn't me. Nice shot though."

        The man stood dumbfounded. "Th-that wasn't...wasn't you?" He asked, lowering his gun.

        "I'm afraid not-"

        BANG!

         Before Papyrus could finish his sentence, the officer put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. A spray of red painted the nearby tombstones and he fell to the grass, dead.

        It took a few moments for Papyrus to register what had just happened. The human had apparently killed himself, but for what reason he knew not.

        Wow, that human was uuunstable.

         Papyrus got down from his perch and dissipated his illusion. "At least we're not leaving here empty-handed, right Brother?"

        Sans said nothing.

         Jumping into the grave, Papyrus carefully picked up his unconscious sibling and jumped back out. He smiled, feeling proud of his jumping ability.

        THIS is why spikes are better than conveyor belts.

         "What Font do you think he'll turn into Sans?" asked Papyrus. He took off his glove and approached the officer, hopefully.

        Sans didn't answer, he lay over Papyrus's shoulder as quiet as when they were on the mountain.

        Placing a hand upon the body, the Horror Font began sending his magic into it.

        It didn't take long for the officer's eyes to open.

        "Wh-where am I?" He asked, sitting up dazed and confused. "Who are you?"

         Papyrus didn't answer, instead he took out Sans' FontSearch and pointed it at the newly born Font.

        "Wh-what are you doing? STOP THAT!" The Font freaked out and scrambled to his feet as the green light from the FontSearch scanned him. He took off at blinding speed, heading for the fence of the cemetery.

        Ghastly Panic: The Hysterical Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Verbal

    Ghastly Panic, although not of the Physical type, is one of the fastest running Fonts in the world. Distrustful and easily terrified, they use their impressive speed to run away from anything and everything that they deem even the tiniest bit strange and/or frightening.

    Because of this Font's extreme Panophobia, it is difficult to have a conversation with them or even approach them, as they can spread their paranoia through their aura and even inflict massive hysteria on a wide scale. They live solitary lives in secluded places and reside in houses that they themselves tend to build. Sadly, despite their amazing carpentry skill and fast pace, they are unsuitable for any job.

    This Font however, is not always friendless. In fact some of them, contradictory to their nature, will seek out dangerous people in an attempt to befriend them in order to feel safer. Note that this personality trait is rare and attempting to befriend Ghastly Panic is not recommended. There have been reports of the Font attacking those who don't keep their distance and even of the Fonts dying of fright.

        "Augh, this Font is useless! What the hell are we to do with a paranoid Font?!" Papyrus sighed and put the FontSearch away. He took it back out when he remembered that the officer had shot someone nearby. "Wowie, I almost forgot about them!"

        Listening quietly for any noises, Papyrus walked towards whoever had been shot, treading lightly. He knew the trigger happy human had to have attracted a few curious eyes; those gunshots after all, had been loud.

        "Stay quiet Sans. Don't make a sound."

        ".............."

        Creeping amongst the tombstones, he at last saw a shadowy shape on the ground a few meters away.

        Please be a human...

         It was.

        Yes!

         They lay in the grass on their back, a bullet hole in their chest.

        Oh, they only got hit once. I guess the law human wasn't that great a shot after all.

         The human in the grass was VERY odd, at least compared to all the humans Papyrus had seen on the streets. He knew enough about them now to tell that this one was most likely a woman, but...

        "Why is she wearing that?"

        Papyrus picked her up by her shoulders to get a better look at her. She was wearing an elegant black lacy dress that reached just above her knees, a black veil, and freaking high heels. Black high heels with straps.

        "Who wears something like this while breaking into a cemetery?" asked Papyrus to no one.

        It was strange. The last thing you wanted to do was wear high heels in a cemetery; the loose soil would swallow up the heels, causing you to fall onto your face every three steps. The fact that her dress was so short was weird as well, as most humans were bundled up in heavy coats; the back of her dress was even cut. It was some kind of...oval shape.

        Papyrus moved her long blond hair out of the way.

        Yeah, that's an oval shaped hole. Totally made on purpose too.

         What's the point of clothes if they don't keep you warm?

         At least her shoulders aren't bare, the woman has SOME decency.  

        The only suitable thing she appeared to wear was the veil, but due to the rest of her outfit it only served to make her look like a slutty widow, if there was such a thing.

        "God, she's trashy. Isn't she trashy Sans?"

        "......................"

        "If you ever bring someone like this home, I will be VERY upset. You're better than this."

        "......................."

        Papyrus didn't like the idea of waking up the disrespectful harlot, but he knew he needed to do everything in his power to help Sans, even the things he didn't want to, or he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

        First things first though; I'm going through her things.

         Why the hell is she dressed like a lady of the night in such a sacred place?

         The woman's purse lie nearby, black of course. Spilling out the contents revealed makeup, a wallet, pictures of people Papyrus didn't know a picture of the officer that had shot himself, and a bottle of pills. What interested Papyrus the most though were a pair of black gloves and several cards with her picture on them, each one looking slightly different and carrying different names.

        Why isn't she wearing the gloves?       

        Something in him said that this woman was probably not the best person in the world.

        On closer inspection, he noticed that the cards not only had different names, but different information as well.

        These last three cards here say, "identification."

         ................

         Well, well...

        Papyrus grinned at the corpse. "Am I to assume these pills are deadly, Margret? That's probably not your real name is it?" He picked up all of her belongings and put them back in her purse. "Is it wise to bring you back, I wonder? You don't seem like a very honest person, my dear. What do you think Sans?"

        "....."

        "Well if you've no objections..." Papyrus put his hand on her head, instilling her with magic. "Wakey wakey, wicked witch..."

        The young woman opened her eyes and looked about her. Seeing the tall skeleton she immediately narrowed her eyes and stood up, brushing the dirt from her dress.

        ERROR...NO INFORMATION AT THIS TIME. PLEASE UPDATE YOUR FONTSEARCH OR CONTACT YOUR NEAREST CAPTURE FACILITY IMMEDIATELY. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ENGAGE THE SCANNED FONT.

          Ah, that's right.

         This FontSearch is over nineteen years old. It probably does need to be updated.

         "I don't recall giving you permission to scan me."

        Wowie...I IMMEDIATELY hate her! Impressive!

        "I don't recall asking for it. Stay where you are or I'll retrieve you," said Papyrus, updating his FontSearch.

        "That's no way to speak to a lady-"

        "That's no way to speak to your betters. Stay silent until this is finished."

        The young woman smiled and walked around Papyrus as he watched the screen, dragging her fingers across the back of his battle body.

        He didn't react.

        "Who's that draped over your shoulder there, tall, dark, and frosty?"   

        "That would be my brother and if you value those fingers of yours you'll keep them to yourself, minx."

        The woman raised a brow. "Minx? Such an old fashioned word...how old are you exactly?" asked the Font picking up her purse.

        "What does it matter?"

        Come on, hurry the hell up!

         "I like a certain type-"

        "I'm not on the market," said Papyrus curtly. "I'm not for free either. Just because we're both Fonts doesn't mean I'm your doppelganger."

        The woman frowned at the skeleton and leaned against a nearby tombstone, crossing her arms.      

        Normally Papyrus would be a gentleman during first meetings, but he didn't like people who used their looks to get what they wanted. They reminded him too much of Mettaton.

        Where did she get off, putting her wretched little hands on him before introductions? Did she think he was just gonna fall head over heels for her if she bat her eyelashes and spoke every sentence in a seductive tone?

        Revolting hussy.

         She's got a lot of nerve.

         The young woman moved her hair out of her face and began rummaging through her purse. Probably looking for clues as to who she had been previously.

        "Oh dear, well...that explains your attitude," she said smiling at the IDs. "You've been through my things haven't you?"

        Papyrus said nothing.

        "You should know it's rude to go through a lady's belongings..."

        "I'll keep that in mind when I come across one," said Papyrus, still watching the screen.

        "You're really upset because of who I was in the past? I don't remember my past Skelly; I'm a whole new person now."

        "I very much doubt it."

        Fonts tended to mirror a human's personality or cause of death. This wannabe seductress was probably a lewd Horror of some sort, but Papyrus had to make sure.  

        "You can jump out of a plane and doubt you'll hit the ground but-"

        "I thought I asked you to be quiet?" Papyrus turned to glare at the woman.

        I'm losing my patients.

        "I thought I told you no?" said the Font, smirking at the skeleton.

        "That I don't recall, but I'm sure if you HAD had the gall, there would have been consequences," Papyrus let his eyes glow to illustrate his point.

        "You don't scare me tough guy-"

    UPDATE COMPLETE.

    The FontSearch screen returned to the main page and Papyrus noticed that new tabs had been added. Lore, Video, Recharge, Family, Abilities, and Radar.

    "Finally, I was worried about the battery life on this thing. I'm guessing it's solar powered...?"

        "Is it done? Oh good! Let's see how dangerous I really am."

        Black Widow: The Seductive Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Poison

    Always scantily clad, Black Widow enjoys luring their victims in with their charm and then poisoning them through intimate means. Black Widow is a female exclusive, meaning only females can obtain this font. Black Widow typically seduces their chosen victim and kills them after marriage, meaning their font build-up is very slow. 

    Highly intelligent and manipulative, they can rival most Verbal Fonts in charisma, however they do not have the ability to attack or mold a victim's mind. Physically and magically weak, they rely on trickery to survive making them invaluable as detectives and interrogators.

    A Black Widow's taste in fashion depends entirely on their personality, but it is always stereotypical. A Black Widow that acts like a dominatrix will dress like one at all times for example, making them easily mistakable for Virus Fonts.

    Extreme caution is advised.

    "Physically and magically weak huh? I guess I won't be killing you after all."

        Papyrus turned back at her.

        "Oh what's that look for? I was only kidding. Besides you already knew I was a naughty girl..."

        Gross.

        Poison Fonts

    Poison Fonts are Fonts whose ectoplasm is extremely venomous. The appendages they create with their magic can kill on contact with the skin and what's worse is their ectoplasm can also be used in the form of a gas.

    Although they can kill dozens of people at a time, their venom is currently being studied for medicinal purposes; their venom is actually poisonous to not only humans, monsters, and animals, but bacteria and viruses as well. They themselves are immune to any and all types of poison to date, including radiation; this makes them wonderful in jobs that require them to handle toxic materials.

    Because they rely on their venom most of the time, they are usually physically and magically weak. They prefer to befriend or seduce their victims rather than fight. Because of their non-violent tendencies they have evolved to become the second most intelligent type of Font to date.

    Parasitic Virus Fonts can have trouble with Poison types due to the fact that their toxin will pass to the parasites and viruses that enter their body and kill them, making it impossible for Virus Fonts to use them as mobile homes and making it difficult for them to defend themselves. Virus Fonts can also face problems if their parasites are retractable as they can contract and carry back the venom to the Virus Font.

        "Wooooooo." whistled Black Widow. "And here I thought I was a weakling. Looks like I'm valuable after all."

        Not to me.

        She can't wake my brother up.

         "You know I bet if the devil were here, I could even poison him! Bacteria and viruses...wow..."

        The devil...?

         Really?

         "I don't think you could poison the devil, dear. You probably couldn't even make Horror sick..."

        If Horror gets sick though, maybe their aura will get weaker...but she has to get close enough to poison them...and I still need a way to dig them up.

         I don't even know if it will affect Horror.

         "Horror? That Legendary those cultists are trying to dig up? Don't tell me you're with them..."

        Papyrus looked at her in interest. "Cultists? I don't understand." They had people like that in the Underground he remembered. Sad, weak souls who couldn't live life without the promise of someone coming to make all their problems disappear. Papyrus had always hated them. They spent all their time in buildings preaching about the prophecy of an angel coming to free them and no time actually trying to help themselves.

        The worst ones were the doomsday cultists though. Their prophecy foretold that the "angel" was the angel of death, coming to destroy them all. He didn't understand why people would constantly go to their meetings. Why go to a place where nothing but fear and sadness is stuffed into your head? What was the appeal there?

        "You're not from around here are you Skelly? Either that or you're playing me heh ha..."

        Didn't the law human say something about activists or something?

         "Are you talking about Font activists?"

        "Yeah that's right...those freaks."

        "You don't sound like a fan."

        "I'm not. No one is. They're a bunch of grave robbers out to 'destroy humanity.'"

        Papyrus chuckled. "I don't think Horror's release will DESTROY humanity-"

        "Tell that to the cultists," said Widow, interrupting him. She scowled at the earth as if the dirt had offended her and then at him. She clearly didn't find them funny. "Those freaks think they're doing God's work, killing people and digging up corpses. I don't even want to think about what they might be doing with them..."

        "Humans don't have magic."

        "Precisely. Soo what the hell ARE they doing?"

        "I couldn't hazard a guess."

        "Neither could anyone else; no one's been able to find ANY members or ANY clues on their whereabouts."

        Papyrus looked at her skepticism written all over his face. "Nothing huh?"

        "Nothing."

        "Well if they're clearing out cemeteries they must be nearby. Can't be seen carrying around a cadaver in the daylight..."

        "Don't bother looking. Everyone's searched high and low for them; nothing's turned up."

        Nonsense.

        "Then how on earth do you even become a member?" asked Papyrus crossing his arms.

        "Apparently, they find YOU. People have not only been killed, but they've gone missing too."

        "Nyeh heh heh...Interesting. So if I show interest in freeing Horror, I'll go 'missing?'"

        "That's the rumor, sweetheart. I wouldn't try it though, people around here are DYING to lynch anyone who so much as breaths the name 'Horror.'"

        Papyrus put on his most depressed face and kicked at the dirt. "*Sigh* I guess I'll just keep digging here and hope for the best then..."

        The woman looked shocked, almost appalled. "What? Don't tell me you want to join!"

        "I do. I need a Font that can wake my brother," said Papyrus softly, looking over his shoulder at his poor little sibling. "If they have bodies, I can give him a chance."

        "Oh I see...he's fallen..."

        "..........."

        "..........."

        "........Come with me."

        "Why?"

        Black Widow smiled mischievously. "Because I may know some people already who can help you..."

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Chapter Two:

We've Places to Go

                      AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Special shout out to Secretlvitale for choosing the font Arvo Pacifico, she wouldn't exist without them.

           You sure this is a good idea Partner? We look like a beggar.

         Frisk looked down at their clothes. It was true that they were in ribbons, but they didn't want to climb all the way back up the mountain.

        Just go back to Snowdin or search my closet for something.

         I don't want to go all the way back, we have money, and we'll buy something in town.

         If you don't die of exposure first...

         What do YOU care?

         Good point.

         Frisk really should have gotten knew clothes BEFORE they went down the mountain, but they forgot. Now they were traveling through the woods searching for any sign of civilization and freezing. The town with the castle hadn't looked that far from the summit, but boy were they wrong.

        We should have gone with Papyrus.

         We didn't have a chance, he left without telling anyone. We got money, a FontSearch, and we...ahem...YOU got Determination. What more do you need?

         Chara was right. They should really count their blessings. All they needed to do was keep going straight or find a river and they'd be set.

        Hey Partner.

         What?

         Don't fall down any holes.

         Shut up.

         Finally, they came to a dirt road. They were exhausted, but they did it.

        The dirt looked kind of orange or reddish. Whether or not that was a sign that they were heading into a hick town they knew not, but as long as it WAS a town, they were happy.

        Oh god, look at the road. I bet we'll be hearing gunshots and revved up trucks any minute now.

         Frisk rolled their eyes. Chara could be really stuck up sometimes; they supposed it came from growing up with royalty.

         We can judge a town by their friggen' road.

         What about the architecture?

         The what?

         Chara pointed at the houses they were about to come across. They all were made of wood and their paint was peeling like crazy. The dirt road ran in between them and there was no sign of a sidewalk or people for that matter, anywhere.

        It looks like a western ghost town...

         Stand still for a moment; I wanna see if tumbleweed blows by.    

        Frisk continued on, stopping at the first house they came across. The lights were on and a truck was in the driveway, but no matter how many times Frisk ran the doorbell, there was no answer.

        Looks like someone broke in.

         What?

         Chara pointed to the door frame. It looked splintered, like someone had tried to force the door open. Turning the knob, Frisk found that it opened easily.

        Something bad happened in this town didn't it?

         Did Papyrus already clear it out? Damn...

         The house was brightly lit and the furniture was surprisingly in good shape. Nothing appeared to be knocked over or out of place. the living room they had walked into had a nice glass coffee table, two couches, and an arm chair sitting against the side of a wooden staircase. No television though.

        Okay, it's a hick town.

         Told ya'.

         The kitchen was just as tidy as the living room; there weren't even any dishes in the sink. The fridge was full of rotten fruit and spoiled milk. Whoever lived here hadn't come back in a long time.

        Are there any chips in the cupboard or something? Oooh oooh! Check that ceramic jar thing!

         Frisk looked at the large jar and opened the lid. Chocolate chip cookies were inside. Taking a bite, they found they were fine. The lid had kept them at least a LITTLE fresh.

        I want one...

         Frisk switched with Chara so they could eat the cookies. No one else was going to eat them and it wasn't like they couldn't switch back...

        Chara devoured them all in a frenzy like they had the monster candy, then they searched the cupboards and cabinets for food to take with them on their journey. Luckily their inventory could hold a lot, even without Alphys' upgrade.

        They stuffed their inventory full of unexpired treats and grabbed some water bottles from the fridge too.

        All set! Oooh I bet there are some clothes upstairs!

         The excited child raced up the stairs almost taking two at a time. This was just like Spooky Day, no scratch that, this was BETTER than Spooky Day. They could take anything they wanted or needed with NO consequences. NO chance of being caught.

        This is awesome!

         This is looting.

         So? They're probably dead or they moved. You saw the fridge!

         Reaching a white door, Chara reared back as a strong stench hit them like a slap in the face.

        Definitely dead.

         Opening the door they saw it was actually occupied.

        "Hello vittle one! Velcome to Arvo Pacifico's emporium!" cried a woman loudly in an Estonian accent. They wore a weird dress the children didn't recognize, but they knew it was a skeleton. Her skin had mostly rotted from her bones and the smell was horrible.

        Chara took out their FontSearch and scanned the putrid creature.

        Arvo Pacifico: The Swindling Font

    Attribute: Normal

    Type: Verbal

    Arvo Pacifico is a Font infamous for cheating people out of their money and belongings. They will target humans, monsters, Fonts, and have even been seen trying to haggle with monkeys for the things they have stolen. Their font allows them to do this quite efficiently, altering their victim's mind into thinking they're getting a good deal. When dealing with Fonts they prefer to use their wit and charm to seduce them into buying their overpriced wares.  

    This Font enjoys breaking into homes while residents are away and taking anything of value that they find. Sadly another ability of theirs is being able to tell items worth right away on sight. Many have complained of having priceless heirlooms and paintings stolen, only to find them later at Arvo's shop.

    This Font although a Cheshire, does well in jobs that require a salesman's touch. they won't however except any cut less than sixty percent. Incredibly friendly, they've been known to weave tragic stories in order to gain sympathy from difficult customers and they always greet with a smile and respect the creatures that stop at their store regardless of whether or not they are rude or haven't bought anything. They have been known to go the extra mile and have even gone out searching for an item a customer may have requested just to sell it to them, making Arvo Pacifico beloved in richer societies.

    There has been major controversy about whether or not the Capture Facility should allow them to open stores and/or keep their stolen wares. Some believe Arvo Pacifico should give the stolen items back, some believe they should be imprisoned, and some believe they should be left alone as it is their nature, like the Font Ransom, to steal. Regardless of anyone's personal stance, it is important to watch your purse around THIS Font.                   

        "Vell, I see you have a FontSearch. You may vant to update it my friends, as information may not be accurate othervise..."

        "It's already been updated, thanks."

        We need to switch again before she makes you buy something expensive. Remember Broken Baby?

         Yeah, I don't have the Determination to fend her off.

         "Very good! Such a vise child! I can see you are in need of some new clothes too. Vell, you've come to right place!"

        "Really? You have clothes for children my size?"

        "Arvo Pacifico have everything you could possibly need and if I do not, I go find...for small fee of course."

        "Or I could go search some more houses," said Frisk looking out the second story window.

        "Ah yes, but you von't find better items than vhat Arvo is carrying! You heard the FontSearch did you not? Arvo Pacifico only sells the most valuable, rare, and vell-crafted items! She not sell cheap garbage and silly trinkets!"

        She's right.

         I know she's right, but...

         "I see you are having trouble deciding. Not all of those houses are empty, you know. I have also cleaned a lot of them out already. This the only place you find good vares."

        "*Sigh* How much?"

        "How much you got? Ha ha ha! I kid, I kid. Let see here...yooou like blue? I have blue shirt for child. Cotton. Good for heat."

        "It's Winter."

        "Ahh, that's right! Cotton no good then...you need sveater orrrr jacket. Arvo have both."

        Jackets have pockets.

         "Does the jacket have pockets?"

        "Of course! Of course! Vhat is a jacket vithout pockets? It is a sweater! Jacket has two pockets and it is blue, good yes?"

        "Yes. Do you have a bag that can carry a lot of things?"

        What are you doing?

         "I do! I do! Arvo have many bags, many sizes..."

        "Do you have one that can kinda fit around my side, not like a fanny pack but-"

        We have an big inventory already, we don't need another.

        "Ah yes, I know vhat you mean. A purse that is not a purse. Perfect bag to put over shoulder."   

        "Yeah one of those!"

        We HAVE an inventory!

         "I have vhat you need. You need new pants too it seems."

        "Yeah, just some snow pants or something will be good, something to keep me warm."

        FRISK!

         "I have those too! Anything else?"

        "I don't think so."

        "Vell, let's go to shop and see if you change mind. That is vhere items are. I just here to collect."

        "Alright cool!"

        Frisk and Arvo Pacifico went downstairs and traveled to a what looked like a grocery store. Inside, Frisk could see clothes, toys, kitchenware, paintings, furniture, food, and even pets on display.

        "Awww...a puppy!" Frisk looked down into what used to be a ice cream display cabinet to see a cute brown and white puppy with long ears looking up at him, panting happily. It leaped at the glass trying to get to Frisk. 

        "You like? Found him in empty house, locked in cage. Had to rescue. Purebred King Charles Cavalier puppy."

        Frisk opened the broken freezer to pet the puppy. He was as soft as he looked. He licked their hand and jumped around playfully.

        It's paws are so tiny...

         Frisk had always wanted a dog, but being an orphan they were unable to have one. They couldn't even go to the pet store to look at them.

        "King Charles puppy, very cheap. Cheaper than jacket and pants and bag. Hard to feed and no Fonts vant a dog. You are the first human to shop here vithout shooting gun. It vould be nice if he had a home..."

        We're not getting a puppy Frisk.

         Pretty sure that's MY decision.

         WE'RE NOT GETTING A PUPPY FRISK.

         "How much is the puppy?"

        "One thousand gold...but if you advertise for Arvo, I give away for free. I need more customers and humans make it hard to run business."

        "For free?!

        WE CAN'T TAKE CARE OF A DOG FRISK.

         "As I said, too hard to feed. Can't take it for walks because of humans, stinks up shop. Bring in more customers so other pets can go too."

        Frisk looked at the puppy, it whimpered trying to reach them, it's paws slipping on the side of the freezer.

        It's crying.

         DON'T do it!

         It's crying though...

         "*Whimper*" It sounded like the saddest sound in the world. A storm or mournful violin couldn't have made it any sadder. Frisk could FEEL the loneliness and despair radiating off the tiny puppy.

        It needed someone.

        It needed THEM.

        Frisk!

         Frisk no!

         "*Whimper* *Whimper*" The puppy continued to whine, it's claws scratching on the side of the freezer as it cried for Frisk.

          It was all alone in the world. A world full of selfish people who didn't care about puppies. Only Frisk, someone who knew what it was like to be alone, someone who had always wanted a puppy, could give them the love and care they needed.

        The puppy leapt at them, desperate to be picked up. Frisk could almost hear them pleading.

        Please...

        Please...hug me...

        Pick me up...

        Love me, please...

        I need to have them.

         NO YOU DON'T!

         I need to have that puppy.

        Frisk smiled. "I have friends that aren't human or Fonts. I can tell them about your store. They're in Mt. Ebott."

        "The monsters? The barrier, it is gone?"

        "Yep! I'm friends with the king too. If you give me the jacket, bag, puppy, and pants for free, I'll take you to Mt. Ebott and ask the king to let you set up shop there!"

        Oh, you IDIOT!

        Arvo's eyes lit up. "Really?! That's vonderful!"

        The human said they would escort her up Mt. Ebott, so what they said about the barrier had to be true. This was the opportunity Arvo had been waiting for; losing a few items was well worth it.

        "Here are items. Get dressed and get puppy, then we go."

          Frisk nodded and went into the back room to change.

        Weren't we saving the world? What happened to THAT?

         We can take a detour. It's not gonna die tomorrow...

         After they zipped up their jacket, adjusted Papyrus's scarf, and put on their pants, they went back out to get the puppy.

        How are we gonna take care of a dog when we're traveling everywhere MORON?

         Alphys has dog food we can put in our inventory and we got plenty of water too.

         We won't ALWAYS have dog food Frisk, or water for that matter! What makes you think he won't run off as soon as you put him down anyway?

         "You won't run off? Will you little guy?"

        "Arf!"

        Frisk picked up the puppy and cuddled him in their arms, smelling his fur. It smelled like the home they wished they had.

        So soft...

         "Ve are ready to go?"

        "Yep! Let's go see the king!" Frisk put the bag over their shoulder and headed outside with Arvo, smiling happily.

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Chapter Three:

 Hallow Ground

         AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special shout out to PetruciosXD=) for choosing the font Symbol, she wouldn't exist without them. 

        Black Widow led Papyrus into the woods he had been looking at earlier. As soon as he entered, he could feel something was off. The whole forest was dead quiet. He expected to hear owls or SOME kind of nocturnal creature hunting about for food, but there wasn't a sound to be heard.

        There aren't even any crickets...

        "It's just through here," said Black Widow leading him deeper into the woods. The entire forest floor was covered in a thick layer of mist, yet he couldn't imagine how they were powering any smoke machines without a generator.

        "Why is the ground covered in mist?"

        "Hides tracks."

        Papyrus nodded and continued following her until they eventually reached a clearing.

        It looked like a medium sized gypsy camp. Tents with colorful silk lining them circled the clearing and there was a large campfire in the middle, being stoked by someone too far away to see clearly.  

        "Tada!" Black Widow extended her arms to the sky dramatically with a big smile plastered on her face.

        "Thank you for bringing me here," said Papyrus politely.

        "So you DO have manners."

        "I wasn't aware you were an activist at the time, my apologies," said Papyrus looking around him.

        "You take one look at a camp and just assume-"

        "I came across the cemetery's security earlier; he was more than a little unbalanced."

        Black Widow looked at him quizzically. "So?"

        "So you were probably sent to kill him so he wouldn't shoot any activist members digging up bodies. You had his picture and your high heels suggest you didn't plan on staying long." Papyrus studied the tent in front of him, eyeing the colors of the fabric. They were Halloween colors.

        This place...

        "You're font was a big give way too. You planned to poison him and then quickly leave. Even your attitude when you became a Font was strange. You didn't seem to care at all..."

        The young woman listened to him wide-eyed.

        He knew I was an activist from the moment he scanned me...

         He manipulated me into bringing him here.

         Does he really want to free Horror?

        Black Widow smiled and clapped her hands slowly. "Well done! Very well done! You must be a Verbal Font!" She pulled out a FontSearch from her chest area and scanned him.

        "That I am, the Great Papyrus, is at your service ma'am," said Papyrus taking a bow.

        "Papyrus?" the woman looked surprised. "I was told someone had been looking for you!"

        Looking for me?

         "Is that so? Who pray tell, was it?"

         Did someone from the Underground follow me?

         Or does someone here merely require my assistance?

         "I don't know. Another member of the Body sent the message."

        "The Body?"

        "It's what we call ourselves, the Body of God. There are eight members in all, each one symbolizing a body part and dedicated to our cause." Black Widow sighed. She was the Heart of God. Kind, merciful, and optimistic, she reminded everyone not to judge too quickly or harshly. She reminded them of forgiveness and compassion for the creatures of the earth they were trying to save. As expected, the Heart and Mind of God often clashed despite them being of the same blood.

        "Sounds...unnecessary. Why the pompous name?"

        "Mama is very religious. She feels we're doing the work of the holy ones for them. We are their arms, legs, heart, voice, eyes, and mind."

        Papyrus frowned inwardly. He respected the religious practices of others no matter how pathetic or stupid he thought they were. It was common courtesy to show respect towards the beliefs of others, for those beliefs shaped the people who created and/or followed them. To disrespect someone's religion was to disrespect the character of countless people he didn't even know. Mocking someone for having an idea about such a mysterious subject was childish.

        He did have a problem with people using the holy deities as a way to belittle others and/or enhance their ego though. Who was this woman to suddenly announce herself and others as the god's instruments? Who was she to declare what the gods felt or thought?

        Such arrogance.

         She sounds like just another false prophet trying to make herself look and feel important. That or she wants to enslave the populace with horror stories about Hell and other such nonsense...

         Papyrus closed his eyes and took a breath, he wasn't here to cause trouble or spread "blasphemy." He needed to stay focused on waking Sans. 

          "If you're in need of my font, I'll lend it to you on the condition that you show me where the bodies are kept," said Papyrus firmly. "I would also like to know why you have them in the first place."

        "We were storing them, waiting for them to gain enough magic to awaken and live life anew...oh my child, my dear sweet darkling, you've awakened at last..." A skeleton in a strange outfit, female judging by her hip size and hair, walked up to Black Widow and cupped her face in her hands.

        "Yes, Mama. I've begun life anew."

        "So it seems. The policeman's doing I assume?"

        Black Widow turned to Papyrus and he nodded.

        "I think so. Papyrus says so anyhow."

        "Papyrus! The Lying Font? Oh dear..." The old Font looked at Papyrus worryingly; something he was prepared for. He knew his font was infamous for betraying anyone without bias. This old woman worried him though.

        A lot.

        He hated to judge someone on how they were dressed, especially when he had ALREADY misjudged Black Widow, but the necklace the old skeleton was wearing made him nervous. It had religious symbols on them of all kinds, most of which he didn't even recognize.

        Celtic Cross, Maltese Cross,  Star of David, Yin Yang, Star and Crescent, Devanagari Om, Wheel of Dharma, and I think that's either a White Latin Cross or Shadow Latin Cross...?

         Oh no...

         Papyrus winced upon seeing the Ankh.  

        "Now Mama, don't start. You can't judge a skeleton by their Font alone."

        "'Those who hear Papyrus's lies are doomed to believe in him, and those who believe in him are bound to be betrayed.'"

        "Mama!"

        "Hush child. I will not turn him away, I only mean to warn you. It is in his nature to deceive."

        "She's right," said Papyrus, giving her a look that said, "be careful." His loyalty belonged to Sans and Sans alone. If he had to chose between anyone's life and Sans' he'd give them up in less than a heartbeat. Although whether or not it was wise to warn others that he was a born liar was debatable, it WAS polite.

        He personally believed telling them right off the bat that he was the Lying Font in a way established a sort of trust between him and the person being warned. It let them know that he wasn't figuratively heartless and it wasn't hatred that spurred him into his betrayal, it was just his font acting up.

        "I will warn you as well; stay far from my daughter's heart blasphemer, less you visit Hell early."

        God damn it, she knows my font's history.

        "I'm not interested in hearts, I'm after power. My brother, Sans-"

        "Sans?!"

        "Mama..." Black Widow looked pleadingly at her mother. "Papyrus is trying to awaken his brother because he has fallen. I believe he searches for a cure or a Font with the power to wake him. Please..."

        "*Sigh* Your brother...Sans...what is his...Sans-Serif name if you don't mind me asking?" The old skeleton looked at him warily. A sleeping Sans-Serif Font that slept for a long while, enough to convince someone that they had fallen could be...     

        "I'd tell you, but I'm under the impression that you don't like his font family."

        Not that the family he would've belonged to thousands of years ago has any bearing NOW...

        "I won't throw out a Font based on their family, it's their personality that counts and whether or not they're dangerous," said the woman sternly.

        "Ah, in that case, my brother is Comic Sans."

        "..............That's one of the most dangerous Fonts, if not the most dangerous Font out there."

        It was true. It was hard to tell which Font was the most feared and hated in the world, but he and his brother were definitely high on the list.

        Comic Sans, after sleeping for a long time, would have their font build up in their sleep and when they awakened it was usually in a fit of insanity. They would go from funny comedian to terrifying cartoon character that was not only near indestructible, but chaotic and violent as well, as most cartoons were.

        What was worse was EVERYTHING was cartoon like, INCLUDING their attitude. Reasoning with a cartoon was difficult and they cared not who they blew up or hit over the head with a ten ton anvil. Property damage meant nothing and the loss of life meant nothing, because comedy unfortunately, was based mostly on the misery of others.

        Slapstick was funny because people got physically hurt, puns were funny because it made people cringe and feel uncomfortable, sarcasm was funny because it made someone look stupid...every type of comedy was based off someone else's misfortune. Even knock-knock jokes were designed to make people go "uuugh" and Comic Sans ate it up like candy. They'd do anything, hurt anyone, as long as it was funny to them or someone else.

        Everyone was afraid of Comic Sans.    

        "I know his font's dangerous," said Papyrus. "But I sabotaged his stats and font while we were young; he can force people to laugh and teleport to different places, but that's it. He can't pull anything out of his pockets or jump back in time through comic book panels or-"

        "You're lying."

        "Excuse me?"

        "I can sense illnesses, curses, and abnormalities in any creature INCLUDING Fonts. Your brother has his full font and he has NOT fallen down; do not try and deceive ME sinner!" hissed the old woman angrily. "How dare you put this entire camp in danger, everything we've worked for in danger, for a place to stay the night! Have you any soul at all?! No sense of morality?!" The Font's eyes glowed red as his gloves as she glowered at Papyrus.

        My brother's okay?!

         Thank goodness...but how did he get his font back at full power?

         ...................

         ..................

         Oh my god.

         Pulse Sans fixed his font for him.

         Papyrus inwardly face-palmed as the pieces fell into place. It had been so long Papyrus had almost completely forgotten the plan he had made when he was just a baby bones. He had overheard while in stasis that Gaster had had Sans pull a potion that would change his font to Pulse Sans, out of his pocket. It would ensure that if Papyrus died in battle on the surface, he could be brought back using the old bones he grew out of. After it was done, Papyrus had unbeknownst to Gaster sabotaged a machine that would drain half his brother's font leaving him harmless and unable to fight, keeping him safe from harm.

        I can't believe I screwed up so badly...

        It was a good plan. Because Sans was so young at the time and new to machines, it was understandable and expected of him to make mistakes. Gaster never DREAMED Papyrus had had a hand in changing Sans' blueprints when he was just a baby bones. It was easy too, he and Sans were once one person and had the same handwriting, the fact that Papyrus could draw with his wingdings outside of stasis made it even easier. Everything went according to plan, except Sans wound up with not only half a font and one AT, but one HP too.

        But Papyrus had made another other mistake as well.

        A Font's power dissipates over time when their font disappears.

        Papyrus had THOUGHT that meant if the Font died, their power would gradually disappear, but it also meant if their font changed.

        How could I have made such an error?!

         If Brother's font changes it still freaking disappears! It's the same thing as having him die because it's STILL nonexistent!

         I'm such an IDIOT!

        Sans' font changing potion was made using the power of Comic Sans. By turning into Pulse Sans, not only did his new font automatically fix anything and everything wrong with him health-wise, but it made the potion and the effects it had on Sans disappear because Comic Sans was no longer there to automatically will it into being.

        And Comic Sans keeps his full power, because although Pulse Sans' absence was able to get rid of his high HP and AT, it couldn't give back what it had already destroyed. Whatever took away half of Sans' font couldn't be put back.

         "God. Fucking. Damn it."

        "Look, don't worry about Mama, I'll talk to her later. This is obviously an excuse. Mama's font is Symbol, so she's religious AND part of the Serif family." Symbol was the Mind of God. Devout, honest, and determined, she wrote the sermons and led the faithful with wisdom, honesty, and patience. Because she knew more about religion than everyone else, she knew best what the gods and goddesses wanted and approved of, however she had trouble getting along with most of her followers including her daughter Black Widow.

        There had always been whispers of Symbol being "unreliable" and "unstable" something Widow hated hearing but had been since her mother had died and woken up as a Font. They often accused poor Symbol of being mad even though her entry said otherwise. It was true that she had trouble controlling herself constantly and she summoned a lot of dangerous creatures from Greek mythology on a regular basis, but she was old! She couldn't help being old! The creatures never did any harm anyway! People sometimes became mentally ill around her or after meeting her, but EVERYONE in town was a nervous wreck. Widow and her mother weren't the only activists out there and people were terrified that one Font who could release Horror would one day do so, ending humanity's reign.

        Widow glanced over to see Papyrus hiding his face in his gloves and shaking his head.   

        I really screwed up.

         This is the biggest mistake I've ever made and it may just cost me my life.

        Papyrus turned off the sound on his FontSearch and typed in "Symbol" using the screen's keyboard and directional buttons.

        "You know, I can get you a FontSearch that isn't ancient as hell. One with a touch screen?"

        The taller skeleton nodded and smiled.

        Symbol: The Intolerant Font

    Attribute: Normal

    Type: Verbal

    Symbol is a strange Font that worships every god and goddess there is with no exceptions due to having a strong attachment to tradition. They are often called the "Religious Font" due to their obsession with gods and goddesses of every and any type, but they are labeled as the "Intolerant Font" due to the massive tempers they have when they learn someone isn't following or respecting tradition and for their usually harsh judgmental attitudes. They expect people to believe in EVERY god in EVERY religion for example and will become angry if even one is so much as ignored.

    When any god of any religion is insulted in any way, this Font will become enraged and lecture the "blasphemer" defending the insulted god and sometimes even shunning the offender. They believe that each holy being should be given respect as they were once greatly respected in the past and it is tradition.

    This Font tends to value tradition as much as religion if not more. Regardless of how silly or illegal it is today. That being said, they can be very racist and offensive to some. 

    Symbol has the ability to see or sense any and all abnormalities in a person and can even lift curses. This makes them wonderful in certain medical fields, however they will not remove the religious symbols they carry for any reason including following dress code.

        "So she's religious AND a racist?"

        "It's her Font, plus she's VERY old..."

        "I can hear you child-"

        "My brother and I don't seek to cause trouble ma'am. We only wish to help rebalance the world."

        "You? Help the world? Ha ha ha ha ha! You don't think that will free you from your sins do you?"

        "Mama!"

        Please don't start...

        "What 'sins' do you speak of, woman?" asked Papyrus angrily. He knew what she was talking about and he knew that it was in her nature to be judgmental, but that didn't mean she was excused. Being the Intolerable Font didn't mean she HAD to be offensive ALL the time. If she could overlook Sans being part of the Sans-Serif family, she could overlook his font's history.

        She was choosing to be offensive.

        "Your betrayal of the gods!" sneered Symbol, pointing a finger at him.

        "You mean my ancestor's betrayal of the gods?"

        "You share the sins of your family! All will be punished as it is God's will!"

        Papyrus wanted to break her in half, but he smiled instead. "Strange, he's never given me any sign that he was angry..."

        "Liar! You've the devil in your mouth! Begone!"

        "Mama, no! We need all the help we can get! Papyrus could be so useful-"

        "Do not cross me girl! He is Lucifer's angel, come to tempt us-"

        "That's ridiculou-"

        "He's brought evil and mischief into our camp child!"

        "He hasn't done anything mischievous!"

        It was getting harder and harder not to laugh at the old woman. Papyrus knew any sign of disrespect would destroy his chances of getting a place to stay, but she WAS being ridiculous.

        Or perhaps HE was being intolerant...?

        No, no this isn't about religion. It's about the past she can't let go of.    

        "Do you not know about Comic Sans?! When he wakes up-"

        "ALL Fonts should be welcome here! Besides he's a naturally good person!"

        "No one's naturally good, Widow," said Papyrus closing his eyes. He loved his brother, but it was because he loved him that he was proud of the decisions Sans had made that made him into the person he was today. To say he was "born good" was the same as saying "you didn't earn your personality" and that simply wasn't fair.

        "Yes he is! He was born that way!"

        "People are shaped by their experiences-"

        "Check his lore. Select the 'Lore' tab on the FontSearch, and use the keyboard screen to type in Comic Sans," said Widow crossing her arms and nodding at the FontSearch. Papyrus did as instructed, turning the volume back on so Symbol could hear. Maybe if she believed Sans was "born good" she'd let them stay...

          Lore of: Comic Sans

    A long time ago, a man, his wife, and his daughter were in a terrible car accident while traveling. The man was a comedian and so he toured from place to place to attend different gigs. The accident was caused by faulty brakes, something the comedian knew about, but decided to put off fixing until later after they got to their next destination.

    His wife suffered severe brain damage that left her terminal and the daughter suffered severe trauma that left her mute. When the wife heard she was eventually going to die, she asked her husband to make their daughter laugh again. Racked with guilt, he agreed.

    He tried to make his daughter laugh every way he knew how. From puns and knock-knock jokes to imitations and props, he tried everything he could, he even tried jokes that were nowhere near appropriate for children...all to no avail. However, he refused to give up. With little time to fulfill his wife's dying wish, he spent more and more time at the hospital, even breaking into it at night to perform for his daughter.

    His constant failures and guilt led to self-loathing and he began to ignore his own failing health. One night after breaking into the hospital to perform, he died of exhaustion. His skeleton became the first Comic Sans. A Font with the ability and constant need to make anyone laugh, no matter the consequences.

        "...........I want you and your brother out of my camp before the sun rises," said Symbol averting her eyes from Papyrus.

        Okaay, didn't work.

        "But Mama, he's a good person-"

        "Regardless, we can't let other good people die so one can spend the night. When he awakens he may admittedly be the answer to our prayers, but he can't wake up here."

        "But-"

        The answer to their prayers?

        "I understand. Thank you for your tolerance and reluctant kindness, I know it's the hardest type to give," said Papyrus. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to skewer her with the sharpest bone he had, but he knew she was right about Sans.

        "Papyrus, no!"

        "I have a place to stay already Widow, I just have to *sigh* climb back up a mountain...or...nyeh heh heh..."

        "What are you laughing for, heathen?" asked Symbol suspicious as she was worried.

        "Don't worry about it...who was it that wanted to see me by the way?"

        A little golden flower popped his head up from behind a nearby stump. "Howdy...you piece of crap."  

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Chapter Four:

  Nice Shootin' Tex!

           Flowey looked at Papyrus smiling...even though he wanted to snap his neck.

           "Oh hey! Widow, this is an old friend of mine-"

        "Yeah, an old friend. We haven't seen each other in, golly! Five hours?" Flowey had walked all the way down the mountain to try and catch up with Papyrus, but that skeleton was fast and his roots admittedly weren't meant for walking. By the time he made it down, Papyrus was nowhere in sight. He had actually gotten lost in the forest and come across the camp on accident.

        "Well it felt like an eternity to me," said Papyrus looking away.

        "I bet. Betcha' you don't even remember my name..."

        "Of course I do! I could never forget you!"

        "Oh yeah? Do you remember the FEAKING SOUL YOU PROMISED ME?!"

        Ohhhhh...

         "Of course I remembered!" lied Papyrus. "I was waiting for you to show up so you could chose a color-"

        "Why the hell would I care about the color?!" Interrupted Flowey glaring at his "friend."

        "Becauuuse the color represents what the person with that soul valued most. If you were to choose green for example, you would be kinder because green represents kindness."

        Papyrus was lying about remembering and waiting, but he was telling the truth about the color. Souls weren't things you wanted to mess around with. A human soul was like a skeleton's font, it dictated a lot of what they felt, thought, and did. If Flowey wasn't careful he could pick a soul that could totally alter his personality.

        Flowey looked at Papyrus like he didn't believe him. "Ya' know...I know you well enough to know you're probably lying, but you're right about the colors, I remember now," said Flowey putting a leaf to his chin.

        "Alright Asriel, what is a human soul made up of?

        Asriel sat at the table with a sheet of paper in front of him looking frustrated. His mother was homeschooling him this time while his father worked today. He wanted to go play with the skeleton baby he and Chara had found in the lab, but right now he was stuck doing this stupid test on souls.

        Why do I need to worry about human souls? The baby's the one collecting them and the scientist guy is the one experimenting with them.

         This is such a waste of time.

        Tapping his pencil against his cheek he wrote down "Determination." It didn't feel right, but at least his paper wasn't blank.

        "Alright, next question. What color soul holds Determination?"

        Is she serious?!

         Oh crap! Is number one wrong?

         It is isn't it?

         What were souls made of?

         "Question three..."

        Asriel quickly wrote down "Red" and erased his answer for question one.

        "What color soul holds Patients?"

        Another question Asriel had trouble with.

        Was it blue or light blue?

         What are souls made of?

         "Are you alright my child?"

        "NO THIS SUCKS!"

        "Yeah I definitely remember that the colors were...a thing." The tiny flower frowned at the ground trying to remember them all.   

        "Then it's a good thing I forgot then huh?"

        "I KNEW it! I freaking KNEW it!" cried Flowey pointing a leaf at Papyrus accusingly. "You lying piece of crap!"

        "You act like it's MY fault you're not important enough to remember!"

        "OH MY GOD!"

        "I'm kidding Flowey! Calm down, Jiminy Crickets..." Papyrus put a hand on Flowey's leaf stem where he imagined his shoulder would be.

        The tiny flower shrugged it off. "Don't you touch me! Don't you FREAKING touch me! You forgot about me! You forgot about your ol' pal Flowey..." Flowey hung his head sadly as if he were wilting.

        He's right. I completely forgot.

         How could I have forgotten something so important?

         "Oh Flowey," said Widow bending down. "don't blame Papyrus, he's got a lot on his-"

        "Do I look like I carry a wallet? Get lost hussy!" said Flowey angrily.

        "Wha-what?!"

        "Nyeh heh ha ha ha!"

        "That's not funny!"

        Papyrus continued laughing. "You don't think? Show of hands, was that funny?"

        Papyrus raised his hand smiling, Flowey raised both his leaves.

        "Whatever."

        Flowey stuck his non-existent nose in the air and crossed his leaves. "Well you should know that while YOU were out banging prostitutes, I found the-"

        "HEY!"

        "Shut up. I found the place where they keep the bodies you were looking for..."

        Black Widow sat on the stump crossing her legs.

        "Really? Do tell!" said Papyrus excited. Maybe he could sneak into the place...

        Flowey opened one of his eyes. "Soul first bonebag."

        "Did you already pick a color?"

        Doubtful.

        "Go over them again for me."

        Thought so.

        "Light Blue is Patients. With this soul you'll be more patient while doing things."

        So it WAS light blue!

        "Like talking to you?"

        "Precisely." said Papyrus adjusting his gloves. "Yellow is Justice. You'll-"

        "Get pissed off whenever you don't get what you think you deserve. Pass," said Flowey remembering Bloodthirsty. That kid was a walking headache.  

        "Nyeh heh heh...I already explained gree-"

        "Pass."

        "Oookay...Orange is Bravery. You'll be braver if you absorb this soul and be willing do things you normally wouldn't want to."

        "Like talking to you?"

        "Nyeh hah ha ha ha ha! I missed you...it's only been five hours but I've missed you so much!"

        "Save the kisses for later." said Flowey keeping his stance. "What's purple?"

        "Perseverance. You'll be more persistent if you chose this soul. You'll keep trying to succeed no matter what."

        Flowey frowned. "That sounds like Determination."

        "Err...hmm...it does doesn't it?" Papyrus turned to Black Widow. "Excuse me Widow, what is the difference between Perseverance and Determination?"

        ".................."

        "Your friend sucks Pappy."

        "......................."

        "Blue is Integrity. You'll fight for what you believe is right no matter what."

        "That one."

        "Wh-you don't want to take a moment?"

        "I want to stay who I am. Integrity should make it harder to manipulate me," said Flowey smiling.

        It won't do anything against Papyrus, but it can be useful against other people.

        "That's true...sure you don't want red? Red is Determination-"

        "No."

        I won't let a stupid soul change my personality. With a soul, I'll feel compassion again and without Integrity I'll turn into one of those goody-two-shoes. It's a kill or be killed world out there and I won't let compassion make me forget.

        "Alright, blue it is! Let's go for a walk..." said Papyrus grinning and holding out his arm. Flowey coiled around it and they both began to leave the camp."Thank you for your help Widow!" He cried waving goodbye.

        She didn't wave back.

        Papyrus began to run through the forest. "We need to hurry and find a house as soon as possible." It took an hour to get through the forest and find the camp, it would take who knows how long to reach a town.

        I've already burnt five hours so far...I have twelve left before Sans wakes up.

        "Yeah, please do. I don't wanna be here when Smiley wakes up. I already went through one of sad sack's episodes," grumbled Flowey.

        Papyrus looked at his friend in shock. "Sans had an episode?!"

        "It was after you and Undyne died. He just kept laughing and laughing like a deranged circus clown..."

        The Horror Font looked worriedly over his shoulder at his brother.

        Is Sans okay?  

        "Yeah, you better be scared," said Flowey noticing Papyrus's concern. "That little freak will mess you up. I heard his entry from a skeleton back at that crappy camp."

        "..............."

        "Did you see the videos of Comic Sans? *whistle*" Flowey pointed to the pockets of Papyrus's briefs. "You should check them out, scary stuff!"

        Papyrus took out the FontSearch and selected Video. Typing in his brother's name he picked search and over a dozen videos came up in a row.

        "After you hit a video...sorry, SELECT a video, because your FontSearch is old as crap, choose Project. I can't stand that small screen..."

        Papyrus did as he was told and the video projected itself from the FontSearch. It wasn't very clear, but it didn't matter since he could also see the video on the screen as tiny as it was. Pointing it towards the ground so Flowey could watch, Papyrus hit play.     

        "Knock-knock," called a skeleton with a disturbing grin. Papyrus could already feel his blood turning to ice. The skeleton, though not as small as Sans, was like his brother in many other ways.

        Too many.

        They wore a weird purple suit and stood in front of a door with their hands in their pockets. They rocked on their heels back and forth waiting for someone to answer before hitting the doorbell thirty times in rapid succession. They were so fast, Papyrus could only count by the sound the doorbell made. The skeleton's hand was a blur on the screen.

        "That's something Sans would do," whispered Papyrus.

        "Yeah, he also likes to keep his hands in his pockets like a drug dealer."

        "What? Shut up Flowey."

        "He does! He looks like he's about to sell me a bag of crack!"

        "Flowey..."

        "Either that or he's about to flash me."

        "FLOWEY!"

        "Knock-knock!" cried the skeleton once more rapping at the door.

        Someone actually answered this time.

        "What do you want? It's seven in the morning..." A human male stood in the doorway, rubbing one of his eyes. He looked like he had just woken up and hadn't even shaved yet.

        "KNOCK-KNOCK!" The skeleton's eyes glowed a fierce blue and their body began to shake. At this point Papyrus would have personally shut the door and run out the back, but this human was either stupid or too drowsy to think straight.

        "............Who's there?" said the man as Papyrus mentally face-palmed.

        "Interrupting train."

        "Interrupting-"

        WHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

         Before the man could finish, a train ran him over, crashing through the house right in front of the grinning skeleton. It's sudden appearance out of nowhere made Papyrus jump.

        "Ha ha ha ha! Not gonna lie, it got me too," said Flowey grinning.

        Splinters of wood flew everywhere as the front part of the home was completely demolished. Papyrus could see the human's living room, bathroom, bedroom, everything. It was like staring into a dollhouse.

        The debris didn't so much as touch the Font on the doorstep. They didn't seem perturbed at all even though the train was two inches from their face.

        They didn't so much as flinch...

        The skeleton kept their wide psychotic grin and stood perfectly still until the train disappeared...somewhere. It seemed to drive right into an invisible hole in the air, gone from existence as if it had never been there to begin with.

        God...

         "You know you coulda told me you had a train to catch, I would've come back later! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Comic Sans laughed manically and kept going while the video faded to black. The laughter was shrill and probably the scariest sound Papyrus had ever heard.

        It definitely topped Flowey's.

        That could be my brother...

         "Pretty scary huh? You should see the one where they pull a giant hammer out of their pocket and smash a guy in the head with it!" said Flowey pretending to swing a hammer down. "Their head looked like red mashed potatoes! HA HA HA HA HA!"

        Papyrus said nothing. He continued walking down the road until he came to a town, then he went straight into the nearest bar.

        "Wow, really? The video wasn't THAT scary. Fonts don't work on you, remember?" Flowey uncoiled himself from around Papyrus's arm and hid in his battle body. He didn't need a repeat of what happened last time he was on the surface...

        "Keep it down, there's humans in here," whispered Papyrus taking a seat at the bar. He chose to use his font and disguise himself before entering as Black Widow. He put Sans' hood up and carried his brother like a mother would her baby, face pressed against his shoulder.

        "Trains aren't fonts anyway," said Papyrus waving his hand to get the bartender's attention. "What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

         "Isn't the train MADE by a Font?"

        "It doesn't matter what made it Flowey, it's still a real train until Comic Sans says otherwise."

        "Oh. Ohhhhh!"

        "............."

        "..............."

        ".........You're screwed Pappy."

        "I KNOW."

        The bartender walked over to Papyrus and smiled. "Howdy! What'll it be little lady?"

        "You want to buy me a vodka," lied Papyrus.

        "You're damn right I do, one vodka coming up! Is uhh...your little friend gonna be alright there?" The bartender pointed to Sans. He couldn't see Sans' face, but he could tell he was too big to be a baby.

        "My big brother passed out earlier, he's such a lightweight," giggled Papyrus.

        "Bullcrap he is."

        "Shut up Flowey!" The skeleton hit his battle body with a gloved hand.

        "I wanna a drink too."

        "You're underage."

        "So? I'm still a flower, I need liquid."

        "I'll get you some water then-"

        "I want the Jack Daniels."

        "Absolutely not!"

        "Good thing I wasn't asking Trashbag, or I'd probably be upset." Flowey used a vine to grab a bottle of Jack Daniels.

        "Di-did a vine just come out of your bolder-holder miss?"

        "No."

        "Alright, I must have been seeing things...lil' burnt tonight."

        Inside Papyrus's battle body, Flowey stuck a vine in the cork of his drink and threw it out somewhere in the back of the bar. Taking a sip, Flowey threw the bottle out too.

        CRASH!

         "HEY!"

        "This stuff SUCKS!"

        The person Flowey had hit with the bottle had been knocked out cold, his friend on the other hand was irate.

        "WHAT THE HELL BITCH?!"

        "What? Throwing bottles at people is allowed here...as long as you're a woman or flower."

        "Oh...right...sorry...what?" The unconscious human's friend sat back down, confused.

        Papyrus tilted his head down and glared at Flowey, his eyes blazing even brighter. "This? This right here? Is why we don't hang out during the day. I can't take you ANYWHERE without you FUCKING shit up!" He whispered harshly.

        "It's a human bar! Why should either of us care?!"

        "It's not about the place, it's about you being an insufferable nuisance! You're incredibly disrespectful and your behavior is completely unacceptable when in a public place!"

        The tiny flower bent down and hissed.

        Screw you Papyrus!

         You're not my mom!

         I OWN this world!

        "*Sigh*"

        "I'm telling Smiley you went to a bar."

        Papyrus pinched the space between his eyes. "I'm over twenty-"

        "I'm telling him you gave me alcohol and that you let me smash a bottle on a human's head."

        "It wouldn't be true-"

        "I'm telling him EVERYTHING."

        "Shut. Up. This is your last warning Petals..."

        "Screw you, Skeletor! You can kiss the greenest part of my stem-"

        "Nyeh heh heh, is that a fact?"

        "I-I'm not scared of you! PHBBT!"

        "Allow me to give you a reason-" 

        "You always talk to your boobs lady?"

        The Horror turned his head to see a group of humans, probably in their teens, laughing at a table nearby. "Shut up and drink your milk," sneered Papyrus. He had no patients for disrespectful punk teenagers and he was already running low in general.

        "Ohhhhh ho ohhhh!" shouted the teens putting a fist up to their mouths. "Girl's got jokes!"

        What a night...

        "Knock it off you three, if the gal wants to talk to her bra let her," said the bartender handing Papyrus his vodka. "I beg your pardon miss, the youngins in this town are a might disrespectful-"

        "Whatever old man! Go back to Mississippi!"

        "I'm from Texas ya' dumb lil' assholes!"

        Papyrus bent forward to keep from choking on his drink. He wasn't too familiar with the monsters down at Grillby's, but the ones he had met rarely swore with the exception of Undyne. Every time she swore it meant she was more than a little upset and someone was bound to get hurt; it wasn't a laughing matter, but this guy's accent somehow made it funny, his voice was great to listen to.

        "You'd think the hat would give it away, but these three are so young and dumb, if their brains were dynamite they still couldn't blow their god damn noses..."

        "Nyeh heh ha ha ha!"

        "Fuck you old-timer!" said one of the boys glaring at the human.

        "Old-timer? I'm twenty seven. I LOOK twenty seven," said the man, rolling his eyes.

        "Whatever."

        The Horror Font smiled already a bit more cheerful. The man had such a charming accent. He would have to go to "Texas" next.

        I wonder what other accents humans have. The world is such a big place...

        At first he didn't feel like traveling around, but this was proving to be fun. He liked the dirt roads, the different houses, the clothes, the culture...it was a nice change from the Underground where everyone knew everyone and nothing ever changed. He was feeling a lot happier than he was on the summit, that's for sure.

        It's probably because I know my brother's safe.

         Flowey grabbed another bottle of alcohol, and threw the cork somewhere.

        It's good that I don't have to worry about him turning to dust anymore. It doesn't feel like there's a deadline to meet or a time limit to watch now.

         It wouldn't hurt to enjoy myself a little would it?

         Undyne does tend to tell me to take a vacation...     

         Looking at the vodka in his glass Papyrus wondered what his brother would have ordered. Did Sans even drink? He knew he had a gross habit of gulping down ketchup, but alcohol wise he was stumped.

        CRASH!

         "This one sucks too."

        I wish I could ask him, but I also don't want to wake him. Not just because I'm scared for my life either. He's had a long two days of nothing but misery.

         Papyrus pet his brother's head affectionately, being careful not to pull down his hood. It wouldn't be good if these humans saw Sans was a Font; they'd probably attack them both.

        I don't need to go crazy and start killing every human I come across. I need to remember that these creatures are people just like monsters and Fonts. I have every right to be in this world, but if I want to avoid trouble I need to act like a guest.

         CRASH!

        He looked at the bartender who was currently cleaning a glass. The man was dressed a lot like someone he knew and it made him nervous.

        If I recall, the last human I saw wearing a hat like that, carried a gun. This human is not a child. His aim may be better than I think.

         "Why do these all taste the same?! What kinda business are you running here?!"

        One of the teens turned around in his chair and stared at Papyrus. "Why is your bra screaming lady? That's freaking weird!"

        "No it isn't."

        "Okay," said the boy, turning back around.

        "You should mind your business anyway, brat!"

        CRASH!

         Flowey threw a bottle at the boy, but he missed and it shattered against the wall instead. "Damn it..."

        Papyrus sighed, thankful for his ability to force people into believing his lies. Without that power Flowey would have screwed them both already multiple times.

        Why is he acting so reckless?

         That isn't like Flowey...

        Finished his drink, Papyrus handed the glass back to the bartender. "Thank you, sir," he said politely.

        "Tank you sir! Heh heh ha ha ha!"

        The bartender slammed the cup down. "Are you three serious? That's baby bullshit! Are ya' wantin' me to throw you out on your ass?" Everyone in the bar jumped at the barkeep's sudden outburst.

        Guess he's a silent seether!

         Wowie...

        The man rubbed his face looking super tired. The teens had actually been bothering the him all night, before Papyrus had even entered the bar.

        Normally the bartender would NEVER sell drinks to minors, but with everyone winding up dead, moving, or missing it was hard to even keep his place open. The bar had been in his family for so many years, he couldn't just let it sit around a ghost town collecting dust! Especially when his Pa had passed it down to him only recently.

        But what would his Pa say exactly if he knew he was selling alcohol to little kids? 

        "She started it!" cried one of the boys childishly, scowling at Papyrus.

        "Boy, I don't care who started it! Imma throw you out if you keep going the way you're going." warned the man, pointing at the boys.  

        Papyrus giggled. "They could start an argument in a empty house," he said, imitating the barkeep.

        "Heh hey, that's pretty good!" The human put the glass back on the shelf smiling. "You from around here?"

        Papyrus shook his head, his eyes closed. "I'm afraid not, I'm just a traveler passing through." He wasn't sure whether or not he was telling the truth there. WOULD Papyrus have to leave? Would he not be able to find a Font that could free Horror? Would he even survive when Sans woke up?

        The Great Papyrus is optimistic.

        "Ah, well you best be careful; folk have either been getting killed or gone missing in this town. Font activists." The bartender looked down at the chipped bar he had stood behind for seven years. In the past he had had many customers, so many he had once thought about hiring extra help, but now...

         CRASH!

        "Sounds scary. THAT'S ENOUGH FLOWEY!"

        "I-it is if you live in THIS town. Been thinkin' bout' moving actually..." said the man warily; he picked up another glass and began cleaning it, looking depressed.

        "I heard the only people that go missing are those interested in joining and the ones who get killed are the ones getting in their way," said Papyrus attempting to cheer him up.

        The Great Papyrus is kind.

        "I really hope so miss. I never really agreed with what happened to those Fonts, it weren't right. Horrors gotta eat too don't they? The Normys didn't even eat people, in fact they helped us take out the Horrors...but we went and stabbed them in the back."

        Papyrus looked surprised. "We? Were you part of the war?"

        "Nah, but-"

        "You're not responsible for the sins of your species if you didn't have a hand in creating them," said Papyrus annoyed. That was the second time he'd heard something ridiculous like that tonight. His font had also possibly done something horrible in the past, but HE wasn't responsible...

        "I-I guess...still feel bad though. Nervous too. What's gonna happen to the world now that there ain't nobody eating humans?"

        "It will die. Humans will pollute the earth and it will die."

        ".................."

        Papyrus got up to leave, he left some money on the bar.       

        "Way to kill the mood Trashbag," said Flowey as they walked outside.

        "Wait!"

        Papyrus turned around to see the bartender behind him looking nervous.

        "I don't want the money back. Consider it a tip."

        "Are you...a Font activist?"

        The skeleton looked at him. "No," said Papyrus dissipating his illusion. "I'm a Font."

        "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Flowey popping his head up from Papyrus's battle body.

        If there's anything I am it's a good judge of character...except for that one time with Black Widow...and that one time with Undyne...and when I thought Sans wouldn't like me anymore...

         ...................................................

         ...................................................

         This might have been a mistake.

        The Bartender took out his FontSearch and scanned the tall skeleton.

        "..........I'll be damned."

        "Holy shit, it's a Font!" The young teens who had apparently followed the bartender and were now looking at Papyrus in awe. Although Fonts where getting more and more common, some towns, including the one they lived in, were still entirely made of racists and the skeletons tended to avoid them. Law enforcement would constantly look the other way when something happened and if anything went wrong in town everybody blamed the Fonts currently visiting it.

        Needless to say, the teens had never seen one before today. 

        "You boys get back inside!"

        "Why? We should kill this thing before it makes more Horrors!"

        The bartender stood in front of Papyrus, crossing his arms.

        "Yall' need to get back inside before you n' I mix!"

        "Why old man?" asked one of the boys. "You a Font-lover? You protecting this Decor?"

        "I'm about to whoop your asses! Get inside, I ain't gonna tell you again!"

        "You can't tell us what to do!" said one of the boys. They rushed at the barkeep intending to knock him down if necessary. Who did he think he was bossing them around like their dad?

        BANG!

         The bartender drew a gun faster than Papyrus could think and shot the ground near the boy's feet. "GET INSIDE!" he roared.

        "HEY! You can't shoot at us!"

        "I can if you're attacking me. Self -defense."

        "We aren't attacking you! We're after the Font!"

        "Looks like you're attacking me."

        "That's cause' you're in the way idiot!"

        "Still looks like your attacking me, don't it Papyrus?" The bartender turned his head to smile at the Font.

        "Yep, gotta protect your-LOOK OUT!"

        BANG!

         BANG!

         BANG!

         The bartender's eyes went wide as the three boys drew guns of their own and shot.

        "YOU IDIOTS MISSED!"

        "SHUT UP! SO DID YOU!"

        The bartender fell to his knees.

        "Ohhh shit..."

        "Fucking run!"

        Dropping their guns, the three boys scattered as the barkeep's blood began to pool on the ground. "YOU COWARDS!" screamed Papyrus. "YOU HORRID LITTLE DEMONS!" The boys disappeared around a nearby house, never looking back.

        "*Cough*"

        "Don't move Human."

        The bartender looked at his hands covered in blood. "Heh...got me good didn't they?"

        "I said be quiet!"

        "No you didn't."

        "SHUT UP FLOWEY!"

        Papyrus tore off a strip of cloth from his battle body, wishing he had his scarf, and attempted to wrap it around the human's middle. All three teens had shot him in the stomach and he was bleeding profusely.

        "Guess I shoulda been more careful. Folks these days are always carrying guns... *cough* *cough*"

        It won't stop...

         The bleeding won't stop...

         "Don't worry about it Papyrus...I did the right thing for once...I'm glad I met you. Maybe the world's gonna be okay after all..."

        "Hey! HEY!" Papyrus shook the bartender. "STAY AWAKE YOU STUPID CREATURE!"

        The man slumped in the skeleton's arms and the hand that had been clutching his bloody stomach fell to the dirt.

        "HUMAN! HUMAN WAKE UP!"

        "Give it up Pappy...he's done," said Flowey.

        "B-But...his name...I didn't get his name..."

        "............."

        "............"

        Papyrus hung his head as a blue soul floated up from the bartender's body.

        Integrity.    

Chapter Text

           Chapter Five:

           Changes

           "Eeeeeerrrrrrnnnnnmm!"

           Broken Baby whined loudly staring down at their tray and scrunching up their face the best a baby bones could.

           "Pllllease Broken Baby, eat your snails." said Asgore. He knew Horrors ate humans, but he really wanted the children to grow accustom to foods made from magic. If Papyrus could do it, so could they.

        "No tank you, dees yucky." The baby bones poked a snail with their little finger and moved it around the tray.

        "You've must eat your dinner little one," said Toriel before taking another spoonful of snails into her mouth.

        Broken Baby whined again. They and the other children had become brothers and sisters living together under the same roof with the king and queen. Toriel, when she saw the children she hadn't gone to save all torn up and bloody, immediately blamed Asgore, but the children had defended him.

        "How could you do this to innocent children?!"

        "I didn't! I never lay a hand on them!"

        "Liar! Who else could be responsible for this?"

        "Gee I dunno Goat-Bitch, maybe you?" Bloodthirsty crossed his arms and gave her a sideways glance. He hadn't forgiven her for refusing to answer his calls while he was hiding out in the dump. He had called and called, but she never picked up.

        "How am I responsible?!"

        "I called you fifty-seven times! I guess since you found new children I could just go straight to hell right?"

        "Watch your language child!"

        "Hell's not a bad word BITCH," said Bloodthirsty scowling.

        No Fear glared at Toriel as well. "I called her too and she wouldn't answer the phone. Did I really get replaced that quickly?"

        "You BOTH have her number?"

        "Yes, we all do. We all have a cell phone she gave to us and it had her number in it. She said she'd take care of us..." said Lolita.

        Broken Baby looked sad. "I don't gots a phone..."

        "Is this true Tori? Did you abandon these children when they decided to leave the Ruins?"

        "I-I...they left in the middle of the night..."

        "How come the baby didn't get a phone? I wike to pess buttons too..." said Broken Baby feeling left out. How come babies didn't get nice things like the big people? They were cuter weren't they? Cute babies were suppose to get presents...

        "We're dead because of you! You didn't follow us or protect us or anything! You're just like my REAL mom!" Bloodthirsty turned and headed back to the king's house as Toriel burst into tears.

        "Where are you going?" asked Asgore.

        "I'm going home. I just came by to say 'fuck you.'"

        "Good idea," said No Fear. "Fuck you Goat-Mom!"

           "Uck you! Baby shoulda gots a phone!"

        Lolita looked uncomfortable. "Umm...I am very displeased with your actions." Bloodthirsty shook his head and the children turned around and headed back to Asgore's home feeling better.

        Toriel however, wasn't so chipper.

        "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I just, I just..." There was no excuse and she knew it. She had filled these children's heads with promises of love and had let them go without putting up any kind of fight. It didn't matter if they left in the middle of the night, she could have gone after them. She could have protected them, but she didn't.

        I just want things back to the way they use to be...

        She had wanted her life to resemble the one she had lost so badly. She rearranged her house to look as much like Asgore's as she could and even added a children's bedroom though she had no more children. She wanted so badly to return to the days when she had her baby and life was full of wonderful possibilities.

        She remembered sitting on Asriel's bed reading him and Chara story books. She used to wonder, "What will my other child grow up to be when the other becomes king?" Since she and Asgore both treated their children the same regardless of their species, the question of who would become king had always been up in the air. It all depended on who was best suited really. She remembered a time when her biggest worry was that when one child became king the other would get upset, or be unprepared for any other job.

        Now all she worried about was living an eternity alone and what's worse was she deserved it.

        "It's all right dear. The deaths of our children hit us both hard, we've both done a lot of things we regret, but now is not the time to wallow in the past," said Asgore putting a hand on her shoulder. He didn't know EXACTLY what she was feeling, but he had an idea. Grief made you act in strange ways and Tori had always been such a kind soul; it's why he fell in love with her. SHE was the one who carried Asriel in her womb for months and months, SHE was the one who breast fed their little one, and SHE was the one Asriel most resembled. A mother losing her child had to feel like the worse feeling in the world and Asgore doubted that if he had been in her place, he'd do anything different. He could definitely see himself doing whatever it took to feel like a mother again. He personally had had his work as king to take his mind off his shattered hopes, dreams, and family, but Toriel?

        Toriel had nothing.

        "The barrier is open and the people are free, WE'RE free. We can plan for the future and start life anew, together," said Asgore holding out his hand.

        "*Sniff* To-together?" Toriel looked up at him. Was he really willing to forgive her for abandoning him like the human children? Asgore had so many children...he had a family. Was he really willing to let someone like her become a part of it? 

        "Of course! You didn't think I'd ever stop loving you did you?"

        "You have children...so many children...why do you want a wretched, traitorous, beast like me in your home? Someone who couldn't even take care of TWO children?"

        "You're not the only one who failed Toriel.  We're both responsible for the deaths of not only Asriel and Chara, but the other human children as well. I gave the order for their demise if you recall."

        "You were doing your job as king-"

        "My family should have came first. Being a hero to the people is and was nowhere near as important as being a husband to you."

           "*Sniff* Heh heh ha ha ha!" Toriel laughed and leaped into Asgore's arms...her HUSBAND'S arms. "I love you...I love you..."

        "You squish da' baby!"

        After bringing Toriel home, Asgore apologized and explained why she had been so neglectful. Apparently she had lost her babies so she went to find other ones and then they ran away too.

        Broken Baby could see why they wouldn't want to stay. The food here wasn't very good nutrients for babies.

        "Baby would wike some scotchy pie peas," said Broken Baby swinging their feet in their highchair.

        "You can't have pie ALL the time. You'll get sick. Eat your snails, they're good for you." Toriel took another bite.  

        "They yucky though..."

        "Just eat your damn snails! We know they suck!"

        "Bloodthirsty, I told you about your language." said Toriel closing her eyes in disappointment.

        "It's my Font, bitch! I can't help it!"

        "Font's change my boy. You just have to try," said Asgore firmly. The three argued as Lolita and No Fear ate their snails like good children.

        Nobody noticed Broken Baby getting down from their highchair.

        This isn't a good place for babies such as myself. I like the love, but babies need food too. I need my nourishment or I'll never be big!

         "I'm TRYING to change my Font! It's fucking hard!"

        Toriel struggled hard not to laugh as she remembered Chara.

        They were just like this when they first came to the Underground. Angry, foul-mouthed, not a hint of decorum...

         "To be fair, he HAS been improving. At an incredible pace if I might add. I've known Bloodthirsty for only a couple of hours, but his cursing has become MUCH less severe...at least I think so."

        "Really? He was worse than this?! Goodness!" Toriel looked at her husband with respect renewed, Chara had been a handful, but someone worse than Chara? THAT took some patients.

        "Oh yes, every sentence almost had a curse in it. He's right about font changing too. It is difficult to do without proper therapy-"

        "I don't NEED therapy!"

        "I didn't say you did, you're doing so well despite being a child-"

        "So what if I'm a child?"

        "Well, children don't tend to change on their own without guidance-"

        "I'm doing just fine, shut up!"

        "He's TRYING to pay you a compliment, you moron," said No Fear rolling his eyes.

        "Fuck you, you-"

        "Now now, it's in Bloodthirsty's nature to try and start fights," said Asgore.

        "What? No way."

        "Yes, way. In fact, Alphys has kindly made us all state-of-the-art FontSearches so you can see for yourself. They're a lot more advanced than Papyrus's. They've even already been updated!" Asgore pulled four FontSearches from his robe.

        "Why do we need a FontSearch?" asked Lolita.

        "Well, the barrier's open now and Papyrus is..."

        "A fucking murderous piece of shit."

        "BLOODTHIR-"

        "Yes, he is."

        "Dear!"

        No Fear swallowed another bite. "It's true Goat-Mom, he sucks. I remember him laughing at me-"

        "ME TOO! He's an asshole right?!"

        "So right."

        Lolita looked at the boys sheepishly. "He was nice to me...maybe you two were being mean first?"

        They were DEFINETELY mean first.

         Unrefined little thugs, the both of them. Hmph!

        "How was I mean? I dusted monsters while they were asleep! I didn't scare anyone, or hurt anyone!"

        "It was still wrong, my child," said Toriel

        "Whatever. The more people Papyrus kills, the more Fonts will be made and since the barrier's open-"

        "We have to deal with the fuckers."

        Asgore handed them all a FontSearch, including Toriel. He kept one in his robe for himself. "From what I've read, most don't attack monsters and other Fonts-"

        "Most isn't all though," said No Fear.

        "You're right. The world is going to become a much more dangerous place from now on. It's not just humans we need to fear anymore."

        "I'm sure we can talk to them dear. There's no need to fight."

        "I wish that were true, but some Fonts are feral. We have footage of a Font we BELIEVE may have been Feast of Flesh."

        "That's a...scary name."

        "Look them up darling. They are not a Font that can be reasoned with."

        Toriel looked up Feast of Flesh after being shown how and put a hand to her mouth. "Oh my goodness..." Truth be told, Toriel hadn't done much research on Fonts. She had left that to her husband.

        So violent...are most Fonts this way, or just a few?

        "There can be more than one Feast of Flesh at a time too. That's why we must carry these FontSearches around at ALL times. I've already instructed Alphys to make enough for every monster left in the Underground."

        Toriel hit the Type tab and read about all the different types of Fonts and what they did best.

        They're so strong and the way they attack...

         "Oh!"

        Mimic Fonts

    Mimic Fonts specialize in pretending to be certain objects in the world. Although mimicking people is far too difficult, it is unneeded as they can still catch food quite efficiently, due to the overpopulation of human beings and their reliance on technology.

    These types of Fonts are mute and most rarely move, preferring instead to follow in the Dimensional Font's footsteps and act as a Venus Flytrap. When a human comes too close, they snatch them up and eat them immediately. Because their disguises are so convincing, Ghost Fonts have trouble with them while trying to posses household items. When food becomes scarce they will turn back into a skeleton and move on to a more populated location to feed.

    They can be found via Radar on the FontSearch, just be sure to turn the volume down when using it as it can attract attention from other Fonts in the area that AREN'T Mimic types. It is possible to spot some Mimic Fonts by noticing differences in their appearance from normal objects, for example a hat with teeth on the inside of the brim is probably a Mimic Font.

    When found out a Mimic Font will usually leave the area after a person's back is turned. So far there have been no reports of Mimic Fonts attacking unless provoked, meaning this type of Font is unaggressive.

        "Well, at least ONE type of Font is virtually harmless."

        "It actually depends on the Font's personality dear. Remember Fonts are people-"

        "And people can be jerkoffs."

        "Correct."

        Toriel put her FontSearch away. The more she read, the more she feared her own children and that wasn't right. She had always believed that creatures were born essentially good, but reading the FontSearch made her wonder if she had been right.

        According to the FontSearch, Fonts HAVE to use their power. If their power is to hurt people than are they really good creatures to have around?

         Not that my children are evil or anything, they're different. Even Font children can be taught compassion...I hope. 

        The queen wasn't the only member of the family feeling down in the dumps; Bloodthirsty looked up some of the Font types and let out a sigh drawing her attention.

        Asgore had told her about Bloodthirsty's font. He needed to fight and start fights or he'd become unhappy. He WAS unhappy.

        The boy pushed his snails around on his plate, feeling depressed.

        Dora and Papyrus already left to make Fonts and find a way to free Horror. I should've gone with them. I'm a fighter, I was BUILT to fight, but I'm stuck here...

         "Is something wrong Bloodthirsty? You look upset," said Toriel concerned.

        "Mind your business."

        "My children ARE my business" Toriel wiped her mouth with her napkin. "You want to leave don't you little one?"

        Bloodthirsty looked up, surprised.

        "You're soooo much like Chara...they wanted to save the world too, you know..."

        "Tori..." Asgore smoothed back his wife's fur. He and she had both watched the tapes with Chara in them after Asgore had personally gone to the lab to find more FontSearches. He thought since the last Royal Scientist spent most of their time in the basement of the lab, he'd find another FontSearch of theirs. The first one had been Asgore's but surely a scientist that traveled with him to Mt. Ebott would know about Fonts and have a FontSearch of their own right? He searched the place top to bottom despite Alphys' protests and found more than a few disturbing things...

        "If you want to try and help the world in your own way, we won't stop you...but please do be careful my child." Toriel wiped a tear from her face. She had learned that trying to keep children imprisoned in her home had its consequences. "I must stay here to watch over the other children, but know that I am NOT abandoning you, I am granting you the freedom to learn and grow. You're free to come home at any time; your father and I will welcome you with open arms, remember that."

        Bloodthirsty smiled. "Th-thanks...Mom."

        "Holy crap! He just said "thank you!" AND he smiled!" whispered No Fear to his sister.

        "You're not as quiet as you think you are asshat...I'll come back someday, I promise. I'll look after Broken Baby too."

        Toriel and Asgore looked at the empty highchair. "Broken Baby's GONE?! When did they leave?!"

        "I think MAYBE awhile ago, before you gave us all FontSearches or something."

        Broken Baby had actually long since crawled down the steps and continued on towards the place where the barrier once was.

        Too bad no one was paying attention.

        "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?!" yelled Toriel panicking.

        My baby! My baby's gone!

        "You didn't ask!"

        "WE SHOULDN'T OF HAD TO ASK!" She looked at Bloodthirsty incredulously.

        "I CAN"T READ YOUR MIND, WOMAN!"

        The baby bones smiled having finally reached the place that separated them from the outside world. Normally a baby wouldn't crawl down such a large scary mountain, but Broken Baby didn't have a choice if they wanted nourishment.

           "Ooooooh!" said Broken Baby looking out at the world from atop the summit. It was going to be a long crawl, but they were a patient baby. They knew they'd get down eventually.

        "The fuck you think you're going?" said Bloodthirsty glaring at the little escapee. Being a Physical type of Font meant he was as fast as he was strong, but he was thankful that the little brat wasn't walking yet, or he might have actually broken a sweat trying to catch up to them. 

        "I's going on an ahventure!" said Broken Baby throwing their hands up in the air.

        ".............."

        Broken Baby put their hands down and continued to crawl down the mountain path, being careful not to hurt their themselves on any of the sharp rocks.

        "Wait. Your new overalls are gonna get holes in the knees. Let me carry you." Bloodthirsty picked up the baby bones and headed down.

        "You come with the baby?"

        "Yeah, this place blows. Let's head down and find a town."

        "Yaay! We gonna find nrishment!"

        Bloodthirsty didn't say anything. It was hard to be nice to Broken Baby, but he had promised...he really did want to change his font like Lolita. As it was he had trouble fitting in with the family he had found and he knew it would be like that with everyone he came across if he didn't change.

         "Do you know where the closest town is?"

        What a stupid question to ask a baby...what exactly do I expect them to say? Head North and take a left at the third tree?

        "No. I's just a baby. I don't know nothin."

        "You may not know where the town is, but you're not stupid. The FontSearch said you were smart."

        "It broken."

        "I'm about to break YOU, you lying little shit..."

        "I'm not a widdle shit, I's a baby!"

        "You're a lying little shit who doesn't WANT to do anything by themselves," said Bloodthirsty angrily. If there were two siblings he didn't get along with, it was No Fear and Broken Baby. It made him sick to think that the baby bones he was carrying was a Font that was destined to get whatever they wanted for as long as they remained the same.

        Should have been called the Spoiled Font.

        "Nooo!"

        "I bet you know how to walk too."

        "ACK!" yelled Broken Baby angrily. They did NOT know how to walk! Babies CRAWLED, everyone knew that! Only toddlers walked, and Broken Baby was not a toddler.

        "You know, your font doesn't work on skeletons and pretty soon the world is going to be full of them. What're you planning to do when you can't make people do things for you?"

        "Gie?" Broken Baby looked confused. Did this big person think the baby was magic? Like Santa or the Tooth Fairy? That was ridiculous.

        But maybe Santa and the Tooth Fairy were once babies like me...

         "Is the baby weely magic?"

        "Yeah stupid. All skeletons are magic, even the babies."

        Broken Baby's eyes grew wide with wonder.

         Can I be Santa when I get big?!   

        "What the hell is that?"

        In the distance Bloodthirsty could see smoke rising up from the trees. Was that a fire?

        "I don't know, I's just a baby."

        "You know what smoke is, shut up."

        Bloodthirsty decided to follow the smoke. He hadn't heard any rain or thunder from inside the mountain lately, so maybe it was a campfire.

        "We gonna go see the animals?"

        "No."

        "Oh."

        ".........."

        "........Can we go see the animals?"

        Bloodthirsty ignored Broken Baby and continued walking until they came to a clearing.

        "Oooooooh!" said Broken Baby looking around at what looked like a circus. "It's da' circus!"

        "No. It's just a camp."

        "No elphants?"

        "No elephants."

        "Eeeeeerrrnnnnn!" Broken Baby kicked their legs in disappointment. They never got to go to the circus.

        "Hello there!"

        A woman in black ran up to Bloodthirsty smiling. "Oh, another Font, *gasp* and a BABY!" Her smile got wider as Broken Baby waved. "Can I pick them up? Please?"

        "Please, please, please...I'm sick of the little bastard already."

        The woman took Broken Baby and cuddled them happily, rocking from side to side. She loved babies, but she had REALLY wanted to see a baby bones. She couldn't believe she was really holding one in her arms.  

        "My name is Black Widow. Welcome to our camp...err..."

        "Bloodthirsty."

        "Bloodthirsty, got it. And who's this little devil?"

        "I's not the devil, I's a baby...but I might be a magic baby..."

        Skelly babies got magic too, the big person said.

         "Nope, you're the devil."

        "NO!"

        "They're so cute!" said Black Widow hugging the baby bones tightly to her chest. 

        "Believe me, they get old FAST."

        "What's your name baby?"

        "I don't know, I's just a baby."

        "You know your name!"

        "No I don't, I's just a baby, I can't remember stuff good."

        Black Widow pulled out her FontSearch and scanned them both. "Ahhh, Broken Baby. You're almost as big a liar as Papyrus!" she said laughing.

        "I don't think so. Petty sure I's a good baby. I eat my carrots."

        I bet the devil doesn't eat his carrots.

        "We've literally never had carrots since we started living with the king."

        "I ate's them all."

         Cause' I'm a GOOD baby.

        "What is going on here?" asked an old looking skeleton wearing a weird necklace. She had just stepped out of one of the tents near them after hearing some sort of racket outside.

        "Mama, look! It's a baby bones!"

        "Hi."

        "Hello, child."

        "I's not a child, I's a baby!"

        "STOP saying that. We KNOW you're a baby."

        "But she called me a child and she called me the devil! I gots to set them straight, cause' it's nice and I'm a good baby."

        "I'm sure you are. Let me just scan you here..."

        The old Font scanned the baby and read their information.

        "Hmm...never mind."

        "Mama!"

        Broken Baby's eyes filled up with tears. "I's not a good baby?"

        "No, I'm afraid not. You're a deceitful sinner baby that uses it's font to control others into doing things for you."

        "Mama, how could you say that to a little baby?!"

        "I doesn't get it..."

        "Your font is your magic," said Bloodthirsty as the old woman scanned him. He did the same to her while she read his information.

        I DO gots magic like the big people!

         "I can be Santa?"

        Black Widow kissed their skull, leaving a lipstick mark on their head.

        "You're not a good Font either. Your whole purpose is to start fights and upset others. You may be worse than the little one."

        "Annnnd according to this, you're a judgmental old bitch that can't pull herself away from tradition." 

        "That is correct."

        "Ma-what?" Black Widow looked at her mother is surprise. She'd been expecting a fight, not a confession.

        "He is correct. That is my font, I won't pretend it isn't," said the old lady. "Welcome to our camp you two. Seeing as your fonts don't work on skeletons you shouldn't be too troublesome." The old woman walked away.

        "Where the lady going?"

        "Her name is Symbol," said Bloodthirsty annoyed. He looked around at the tents wondering which one they could stay in.

        "Do you gots a cwib for the baby?"

        "Sadly, no. We never expected to find a baby bones in this town. There's been no records of any babies dying here."

        "Where does baby sleep then? Babies need naps, ya' know?"

        "You can sleep with me, we don't have beds, we just sleep on a blanket on the ground."

        "Kay'." Broken Baby didn't like the idea of not sleeping in a crib, but times where apparently tough for babies. They would have to sleep like a big person one day anyway.

        "What do you tree fuckers do out here anyway? I know you can't go into town, but you could build your own houses or something right?"

        Black Widow did her best to ignore Bloodthirsty's insult and spoke. "We're Font activists. We dig up bodies and wait until they absorb enough magic to wake up and begin life anew."

        "Why don't you just put your own magic in them?"

        "Well...Mama thinks it's disrespectful to the gods and goddesses of the earth. They meant for skeletons to absorb magic naturally-"

        "That's stupid. Where are the bodies anyway? I don't even smell them..."

        "W-well most have been under the ground a long time and we use incense to cover up the smells of the others," said Black Widow pointing to a tent larger than the others.

        "Cool, thanks." Bloodthirsty headed to the tent.

        "Where are you going?"

        "Where do you think? I'm gonna wake up the bodies."

        "Mama said-"

        "Mama can go to hell. The world's more important than her stupid beliefs."

        "If Mama finds out though-"

        "Your Mama can't do shit. I'm a Physical type and she's Verbal. Even her power sucks ass. Take care of the brat," said Bloodthirsty walking away.

        "Will you teach the baby how to be Santa?"

Chapter Text

Chapter Six:

  A Mother's Love

           "Ow! Damn it!"

        "I'm truly sorry about this Undyne," said Toriel, pulling the sides of her robe close to her so as to not get caught on the forest's branches.

        "Don't worry about it, I'm a Royal Guard. I'm suppose to guard royalty and stuff. Besides I want to see some action!" Undyne smiled widely and pumped her fist in the air. She had been waiting for this for a long time. Not just for freedom, but for the chance to see all the stuff Alphys had talked about. She couldn't wait to see the giant robots, psychic princesses, and the cool swords...

        "I hope Broken Baby's okay. The woods can be so scary at night..."

        Oh right.

        The baby.

        Undyne had completely forgotten why she was out here.

        "I'm sure we'll find the little pipsqueak no problem! If their scared then they'll cry and lead us right to em'!"

        "I hope you're right," said Toriel feeling a little better. She could see why Undyne was captain of the guard. Not only was she strong physically, but her spirit was too. She had a way of making terrible situations seem as troublesome as stepping over a log.

        "Are you looking at the radar? Some Fonts are hard to see and Horrors love the dark apparently." Toriel looked warily around her. She loved her children, but Horror Fonts still terrified her. The fact that her husband wanted to fill the world with them was even more frightening.

        What would the world be like filled with scary creatures that HAD to hurt others? Would she and her family even survive?

        "Oh yeah, I forgot about the Fonts!" Undyne took out her FontSearch excitedly. Although Frisk had told her about Fonts before, Alphys had made things much clearer. Skeletons were apparently a whole other species and had super cool abilities based on their name. It reminded her of a game Alphys had tried to get her to play.

        I can't believe the little nerd was playing me the whole time. Papyrus had me fooled for friggen' years! Even the TRIAL was part of his master plan...

         Undyne smiled as she remembered the ruse. She wasn't angry with Papyrus, far from it actually. She was super impressed with his dedication and skill, every memory she had of him acting stupid made her smile. She usually hated japes, but this one was different. This one took precision, iron willpower, enormous strength and guts. Papyrus had been protecting people before she even knew what a true hero was! She couldn't believe the weenie she had been training was a super smart serial killer. The novelty of it had nowhere near worn off. She couldn't wait to see him again; she had so many question running through her mind. What was he really like? Was he stronger than her? Was the training fake too? Could Papyrus kick her ass?

        Alphys had shown her how the FontSearch worked and let her see some of the entries of the Fonts Toriel and Asgore had taken in and planned to raise. She had checked Papyrus out too.

        He's the Lying Font.

         He can make me believe anything as long as it's a lie.

         Undyne was also told though that a Font's powers really activated whenever their eyes glowed, but she couldn't remember ever seeing Papyrus's eyes so much as spark.

        Did he fool everyone WITHOUT using his font?

         That's so cool!

         How much discipline do you have to have to keep yourself from using your power for over ten years?! How tough do you have to be to withstand all that pressure?!

         Undyne hurried through the woods, almost skipping. "What kind of Font do you think we'll find in the forest Tori? Verbal Fonts have mind control, so they'd probably be near or in town...*gasp!* What about a Poison Font? I bet there's a Poison type around here somewhere!"

        "You sure seem...enthusiastic. You know most of them are violent, yes?"

        "I hope so, I wanna fight one!"

        "You've already fought with Bloodthirsty I've been told-"

        "He's a kid though. Imagine an ADULT! How strong would a Physical type ADULT be?"

        Toriel shook her head. Undyne wasn't taking this seriously at all. Didn't she realize how easily they could both be killed?

        BEEP!

         BEEP!

         BEEP!

         "Turn off the volume!" whispered Toriel harshly. Undyne nearly jumped up and down in excitement.

        She had found a Font on the radar.

        My first real Font find!

        "There's two of them...one is right in front of us all the way over there and-"

        "That's so close!"

        Undyne ran forward a bit, Toriel rushing after her.

        "Another is now on your left...but I don't sense anyone or hear anything..." Undyne looked hard in the directions the radar was showing, trying to see a skeleton hiding within the leaves of the trees, but found nothing.

        "Use scan! Hurry!"

        "Okay okay, geeze...how do you work this thing?"

        Death Branch: The Solitary Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Mimic

    Death Branch is a Font that prefers to live completely alone. In order to avoid communication with other creatures they take on the shape of a tree and stay that way for as long as they can, completely motionless.

    They tend to feed off humans that wander too close to them by feeling for vibrations in the ground and then stabbing them through the earth with their roots and absorbing their innards like a tree would water and nutrients. When there is not enough food in an area, Death Branch will reluctantly change back into a skeleton and travel to a different forest that's close to a town or tourist location. They will not attack a creature of any sort unless they are hungry or feel threatened.

    Although it is difficult to spot this Font, it is not impossible. Unlike normal trees whose leaves and branches sway in the wind, Death branch will remain motionless. When walking through the woods, be sure to have your radar on at all times and feel free to turn up the volume as the Font is deaf and cannot hear noise. They are however, not blind and it is rumored that they can read lips.

    Extreme caution is advised.

        "That's so cool! Good thing they aren't blind or you'd be skewered, you're like, RIGHT next to them!"

        "Oh my god..." Toriel moved away from the disguised Font as quickly as she could, standing behind Undyne.

        "Don't be scared Tori. Fonts eat humans, remember?"

        "Some of them kill because they have to or like to, not because they're hungry."

        "R-really?"

        Alphys failed to mention that. She just said they had cool powers and used them to capture and eat humans. She didn't say anything about them killing for fun or because they have to...did she?

        I can't remember.

        Why would they have to though? Is it their nature or something?

         "Ch-check the one in front of us."

        Undyne scanned ahead.

        Tree Like: The Stalking Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Mimic

    This Mimic type Font, although similar to Death Branch, is not stationary. They prefer to follow their victims throughout the forest, confusing them and getting them lost. Eventually the lost victim will succumb to dehydration or starvation and the Font will then pick them up by skewering them with a branch and pop them into their mouth. Because they feed with their branches and not their roots, many confuse Tree Like with Death Branch.

    Tree Like, although known to reach heights of at least twenty-five feet, is very quiet. They have a talent for moving about the woods absolutely silent despite their many leaves and branches. Somehow they avoid making so much as a twig snap and although some claim that is because Tree Like is a Verbal Font, other Fonts have also seen Tree Like as a tree, disproving the theory. The fact that this Font knows how to be quiet suggests that they are NOT deaf.

    In order to spot Tree Like, one must look at their trunk. If a large hole is seen on any side of them, then you are most likely standing next to this Font. Luckily, once found out, Tree Like will move on; they are not known to attack those who get near them even if a hand is placed in the hole that is their mouth. They will however, attack if they feel like they are being threatened. Like Death Branch, this Font will also move on when food is no longer available.

    Keep in mind that Tree Like, although mute like Death Branch, is highly social and a prankster by nature. They enjoy confusing and scaring not only their food, but other creatures as well. There have been reports of monsters and Fonts turning around to find this Font standing directly in front of them without even trying to be stealthy. Some will even follow creatures walking on a clear path and stop in the middle and in plain sight for fun.    

        "So this one's harmless too. That's good."

        "Wow, it feels like a real tree..." said Undyne petting Death Branch. The bark was rough against her hand and there was even sap dripping from it.

        "Undyne!"

        "What? I'm just petting it!"

        "They're a 'they' not an 'it.' Would you pet Papyrus?"

        "I'd pet the hell outta Papyrus."

        "*Sigh*"

        "You don't mind if I pet you, do you?"

        "I don't think you know what 'solitary' means. They don't like social interaction, that's why they're a tree. We aren't here to pet people anyway."

        Oh right, Tree Like is social, Death Branch likes to be left alone. I should be looking for the baby anyway. That's the second time I've gotten forgotten.

        "You're right, we need to stay on target. Finding the baby is our first priority!"

        "Good to hear it, now let's-OH MY GOD!"

        "TORI?!"

        Undyne turned around sharply to find Toriel face to face with a tree that hadn't been there before.

        "Heh heh ha ha ha ha! Tree Like got you!"

        "Oh my goodness...oh my goodness gracious..." Toriel put a hand to her chest, breathing hard. That Font had scared her out of her wits.

        "Your stealth is amazing! How did you get here so fast without making any noise?! Fonts are so cool!" Undyne pet the mischievous Font affectionately and even gave them a hug. They felt like a real tree too.

        Toriel shook her head silently, watching the display.

        Fonts weren't cool.

        They were scary and horrible.

        BUZZZ BUZZ BUZZZ!

         The two girls jumped as the sound of a chainsaw filled the night air.

        "Who's the asshole revving a chainsaw in the middle of the night?! Trees are trying to sleep here!"

        "It's probably another Font. This one may not be friendly if they're carrying a chainsaw..."

        Undyne ran a little further ahead and began to climb up a small hill. "I think it's coming from back here!"

        "Why are we chasing them?!"

        "Don't worry Tori, whoever it is, I'll kick their ass!"

        BUZZZ BUZZ BUZZZ!

         "HELP PLEASE!"

        A loud cry for help resounded in their ears, desperate. It was definitely coming from the other side of the hill.

        Reaching the top, Undyne crouched low to see a skeleton with red glowing eyes wielding a chainsaw...and another skeleton on the ground backing up from them.

        "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"

        "STOP RIGHT THERE!" shouted Undyne in an attempt to draw attention away from the fallen Font.

        It didn't work.

        BUZZZ BUZZ BUZZZZZZ!

         "EEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" The Font swung their chainsaw down and severed the skeleton's arms and legs clean off as they screamed in terror. Shards of bone and bone dust flew in different directions, landing in places Undyne couldn't see. Another swing caught the poor Font in the skull, cutting it in half.

        "Oh my god..."

        "Now do you see? These aren't cool superheroes, they're horrific beasts! The kind you see in horror movies! That's why they're CALLED Horr-"

        "That was the most awesome thing I've ever seen," said Undyne awe-struck. Taking out her FontSearch she scanned the now bloody skeleton, thanking Alphys for increasing the range of the sensor.

        Font To A Chainsaw: The Bone-Cutting Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Physical

    One of the most hated Fonts in the world, Font To A Chainsaw is one of the many Fonts on the FMWL (Fonts most wanted list). Many skeletons have put rewards on this murderous Font's head and as a result, few are left in the world.

    Font To A Chainsaw, as their name implies, enjoys cutting Fonts into pieces using whatever tools are available. A chainsaw is not always the weapon they use although it is their favorite. They have an affinity for bone and bone dust, collecting pieces and wearing them as jewelry. Being a Horror, it will still devour humans, but Fonts are their main targets. They will sometimes go after monsters and animals if a human or Font is not around.

    Although this Font is hunted the world over, it refuses to wear a mask for reasons still unknown. The bone fragments that have hit their face and body have left their OWN bones badly scarred, allowing them to be easily spotted and making it difficult to catch new victims. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, stay where you are and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

    Extreme caution is advised.      

        "Wow that's so weird! Isn't that weird? This guy was MADE to be a problem!"

        "Get down before they see you!"

        "I wanna fight him!"

        "What?! No! You heard the FontSearch! We need to call the nearest Capture Facility!"

        "I doubt we're going to get reception in the woods, but you can try. Weren't we trying to save the world by MAKING Fonts like them?"

        "Not like them, no." Toriel attempted to call the number on her FontSearch and soon someone picked up, much to Undyne's surprise.

        "Hello?" said a cheery voice. "You've reached the CF, my name is Toby, how may I help you?"

        "We found Font To A Chainsaw-

        "Understood. We are tracking your location using your FontSearch signal. We'll be there as soon as possible."

        "T-thank you," stuttered Toriel, taken aback by the human's sudden change in tone. As soon as she had said the Font's name, the cheery voice turned serious on a dime.

        Well the FontSearch DID say they were on the FMWL...they must be infamous to the Capture Facility.

        "No problem ma'am." Toby hung up.

           "He's already gone. We should follow him so the CF can find him too!" Undyne began to climb down the other side of the hill and was promptly picked up by Toriel with one hand. She dangled in her grasp like a naughty kitten.

        "Absolutely not! Why would we follow a killer with a chainsaw?!"

        "Because the CF is tracking us! If we find him, THEY'LL find him. I thought you wanted him caught?" Undyne pulled her tank top out of the queens grasp.

        "I do, but-"

        "Isn't Broken Baby a Font? What if this guy finds them?"

        Toriel gasped. "Oh my god, you're right! My baby's a Font! We have to find them before he does!" Toriel picked up the bottom of her robe and ran after the skeleton, jumping over rocks and fallen branches. She had forgotten that the FontSearch had said FONTS were the chainsaw skeleton's main target.

        What if he finds my baby before I do?!

         What if he carves them into little pieces?!

        "Which way did he-"

        CRRRACK!

         THRUMP!

         "AAAAAAHHHHH!"

        The girls screamed as the murderous Font suddenly and without warning, sailed over their heads and hit a tree. He slid down unconscious, but somehow still alive.

        "Wh-what happened?"

        "Look! Over there Tori!" said Undyne pointing forward. Tree Like was walking away from the area. Apparently Font To A Chainsaw had tried to attack them and wound up being smack by a branch with enough force to send them flying into the tree behind the girls.

        When did Tree Like get all the way over there?!

        "Wow..."

        "Serves him right, attacking that poor harmless Font..."

        "Harmless? I think this guy's dead Toriel."

        "No dear, if that were true, he'd turn to dust."

        "Oh...right," said Undyne remembering Papyrus.

        I hope he's okay...

        Toriel looked at Font To A Chainsaw warily."To be honest, I don't feel too safe near this creature, could we get at least a FEW feet away?"

        "Yeah. I wanted to fight him, but he's out cold AND disarmed..."

        "We don't want to disappoint the CF either. How would we explain ourselves if they showed up and there was only a pile of dust, or worse, no dust at all?"

        "They'd think we were just two prejudice punk monsters playing pranks on humans. I wish we had something to tie him up with though..."

        WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!

         A strange sound like a whirling fan echoed through the forest deafeningly.

        "What the hell is that?!"

         "STAY WHERE YOU ARE! DO NOT MOVE! THIS IS THE CF!" A loud voice called out to the girls above the trees. It sounded like it was coming out of an intercom, but that was impossible.

        "They got here so fast!"

        "We'll they ARE the people you call for emergencies dear."

        "It's only been two minutes though! That's insane!"

        A rope fell from the top of the trees and a human in a neon yellow vest came down. "Are you two all right?"

        "Yes, we're fine. Thank you for coming so quickly-"

        "HOW did you get here so quickly?!"

        "Ma'ma I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice. This entire area and the town close to here has been completely overrun by Fonts."

        "Oh, my..."

        Another human slid down the rope and put a pair of strange cuffs around Font To A Chainsaw. "The woods, although they look safe, are home to many Mimic type Fonts. You'd better come with us."

        Undyne looked at the human in yellow suspicious. "You don't mind that we're monsters huh?"

        "Now is not the time to fight one another, we ALL need to work together in order to survive." The human looked serious and his tone was that of someone in a hurry. He and the rest of the CF had been getting calls all night...calls that had been cut short.

        "My baby's lost in the woods, I can't leave without them!"

        "Ma'am-"

        "I'm captain of the Royal Guard run by King Asgore. I can protect her and help her find her baby."

        "You don't seem to understand. Unless you are a Font or have been specially trained to deal with Fonts, you cannot harm them. You got lucky this time because this was only a Physical Font, but if it had been any other-"

        "I can beat anybody! I don't care what powers they have!"

        "Ma'am please listen to me, not only is it impossible for you to win in a fight against these Fonts, it is illegal to kill them without proper authorization. It is considered murder. Let us handle this."

        "I am Toriel Dreemurr, Queen of the monsters and I will NOT leave my baby in the woods alone! Unless you want to start a war, I suggest you move on. We will call you if we find another dangerous Font," said Toriel firmly.

        "*Sigh*........Understood. We sadly, don't have time to look for your baby due to the emergency in town, but...you can. In fact, you may be their only hope. I pray your baby is found safe and sound." The human put the unconscious Font is a cage and connected it to the rope by a clip.

        "Thank you so much! My baby may not even be in the woods honestly. Their name is Broken Baby, they're a Horror Font, but they're still just a harmless baby. If you see them-"

        "We only deal with Fonts we consider a large threat. Your baby bones won't be harmed-"

        The second human turned towards the first. "Hey Mike, isn't Broken Baby that Verbal Font that makes people love them and take care of them?"

        Mike frowned. "It is, but REGARDLESS, it is not a threat to us OR these monsters. ALL CLEAR!" Mike and the other human held onto the rope and rose up into the trees with the Font close behind him.

        Toriel looked shocked.

        Broken Baby's power is to make people love them?

         Are my husband and I...being mind controlled?

         "I still wanna know how they got here so fast...did they come from the town? They said there was an emergency there..."

        Toriel didn't answer, she was too busy checking her FontSearch for information about Broken Baby.

        "I wish I knew what direction they were headed in-WHOA!" Undyne cried out as she was suddenly lifted high up into the air. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Looking down, she saw a root under her feet along with several others. They lay in a line, making a floor for her to stand on. It felt like being in a tree house with no roof or walls.

        Scared the hell outta me...

        WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!

         "OH! LOOKS LIKE YOU MADE A FRIEND!" yelled Mike over the sound of the helicopter Undyne could now see.

        Tree Like was lifting her up so she could see which way the helicopter was going.

        "BYE MIKE! SEE YA' LATER!" cried Undyne waving. She didn't want him to know why she was REALLY up there, he probably wouldn't approve.

        "I HOPE NOT!"  Mike yelled back. It was hard to see because of the blinding light shining down from the copter, but it looked like he was smiling.

        The helicopter took off to the West.

        "HEY TORI! THEY WENT WEST! THAT MUST BE WHERE THE TOWN IS!"

        Toriel looked up at Undyne, feeling crushed.

        My baby brainwashed me and my family...they don't really love me, they just wanted someone to take care of them.

         Tree Like set Undyne on the ground gently and walked away silently.

        "That was so cool-"

        "FONTS AREN'T COOL!"

        Undyne jumped and turned to see Toriel in tears. The queen wiped them away and headed West, following the map on her FontSearch.

        "What's YOUR problem? We're safe from that one Font and we know where the town is now! You should be happy! Your baby is probably there exploring or hiding-"

        "They're probably there searching for a new family that will give them everything they want!"

        Apparently my snails weren't good enough!

         I bet they're knocking on doors right now trying to find some other fool to leech off of!

         "What are you talking about?"

        "Look up Broken Baby."

        Undyne did as she was told and put a hand to her mouth. "Oh damn, they brainwash humans!"

        "Not just humans Undyne, that's what the man was trying to tell you! Fonts attack monsters too and apparently their own people! Savage creatures..."

        "Whoa, hold on Tori. Papyrus is a Horror and a good friend of mine-"

        "He's a liar and a murder. He's been killing monsters for years-"

        "And making the Underground safer for all of us! It's because of him that we're free! Don't go hating all Horrors for things they aren't responsible for!"

        "How is he not responsible exactly?"

        "He can't help it! You just told me, they have to use their power every once in awhile, it's like magic buildup for monsters right? They'll go crazy or their magic will go out of control!" Undyne remembered Lolita screaming and whipping the barrier over and over again. All that magic HAD to of been a buildup.

        "Regardless of whether or not they can help it, they're DANGEROUS Undyne! They still hurt people!"

        The captain looked at her in disbelief. "You'd toss your new children out on the street because of something they can't help? That's messed up!"

        "Fonts should be raised by other Fonts, so at least there's a CHANCE no one will get sawed in half!" said Toriel loudly.  

        "There's already a chance! Fonts can change! Remember Bloodthirsty? HE'S trying to change! I asked him the other day if he wanted to fight and you know what he said? He said 'no, I want to change my stupid ass Font so Goat-Bitch will quite yelling at me.'"

        "Heh heh...heh heh ha ha..." The queen laughed quietly, wiping more tears from her eyes.

        That does sound like something he would say...

        "You see Tori? Bloodthirsty could tear your head off, but he tries to change instead because he LOVES you! Broken Baby loves you too. If they are looking for a new family it's because they're still a baby and they're selfish little shits."

        She's..right.

         Even if the FontSearch says Broken Baby is highly intelligent, they're still just a baby. They don't know any better.

         What was I thinking?

         I almost abandoned my children all over again...simply because they weren't the little ones I wanted them to be.

         I don't deserve to be their mother. I don't deserve to be anyone's mother.

         I haven't changed at all...

         "I'm sorry...I pulled an Asgore didn't I? I blamed an entire species for the actions of a few..."

        I'm such a hypocritical wretched creature...all I do is hurt people.

        "You didn't pull an Asgore. You know what he told me? He told me he helped the humans kill all the Fonts a long time ago."

        Toriel looked surprised. "He did not!"

        "He did! He worked together with the humans and almost committed total genocide. As a reward for his help the humans decided to imprison monsters instead of killing them."

        He really went that far? I know he's cowardly, but...

        "Oh my goodness...is that really true?"

        "Yep. He was scared of them just like you, but you didn't try to hurt anyone did you?"

        I never got the chance.

         Would I have done the same thing if I were in my husband's place?

         Probably not. I wouldn't put my life in danger for anybody. Asgore's a better man than I am a woman. He's sending people out to save the world and I'm...I'm...

         Toriel went through her FontSearch again, studying all the information she could.

        I'm going to support my husband.

        "Hey, don't be too hard on Asgore okay? He did a lot of things he regrets and he's trying to make things right. That's why Papyrus and Frisk are out traveling the world, they're trying to save it."

        "Bloodthirsty too."

        "Bloodthirsty?! He left?!"

        "Yes, he wanted to help the world as well. How could I say no? Especially when..."

        Especially when forcing Chara to be the only hope of humans and monsters living in peace, led to their suicide.

         What I want...what I fear, doesn't matter. I need to pay attention to my family.

         "What the hell does that little twerp think he's going to accomplish?! He has NO social skills!"

        "He's getting better Undyne. He's working really hard-"

        "He got better in just three or four hours?"

        "Y-yeah?"

        "..........."

        "I believe in my child," said Toriel.

         The girls after awhile, finally reached a clearing, but it wasn't a town they found, it was a hospital of some sort. The sign read Ebott Acres Asylum.

        "Maybe the town is beyond the hospital," said Undyne frowning. She really wasn't sure actually. Mike had said there was an emergency in town, but would they really go back to town while already carrying a captured Font?

        I bet they headed back to the Capture Facility to unload the Font. This isn't the way to town, it's the way to the CF. We should of trusted the map.

         We're lost now.

        "We should check inside anyway, just in case."    

           "We're checking out an asylum? Okay." Undyne shrugged and followed.

        Sure, why not?

         It's not like it's SUPER cliché or anything...

Chapter Text

Chapter Seven:

Silent Night 

        Flowey absorbed the dead human's soul without a problem as Papyrus instilled the bartender with his magic silently.

        "Alright! Asriel is back in the hizzy!" Asriel wagged his tail did a twirl, his arms outstretched.

        "Nice to see you your Highness," said Papyrus sadly.

        "Why are you upset? He's gonna be fine! We already established that he'll wake up and eventually get all his memories back! Literally NOTHING has changed."

        "And what then Flo-Asriel? Where's he gonna go? The world hates Fonts-"

        "Back to the freaking Underground idiot."

        Oh that's right, monsters don't hate Fonts.

         And that's the hundredth time I've forgotten something important these past few hours.

         .........................

         ..........................

         "Sorry, uhh Asriel. I don't know what my problem is tonight-"

        "Don't become a Sans. PLLLLLEEASE don't become a Sans..."

      Papyrus laughed, wiping away his tears. Asriel was right. Feeling sorry for himself wasn't going to solve his issues any faster or get him any answers. They needed to get going.

        "Get his wallet before he wakes up. We might need some money and we can find his address on his ID card."

        Still the same old Flowey I see.

         At least he has legs now, I won't have to have thorns biting into my bones anymore.

         How does he know about Identification cards? I ASSUME that's what he meant...

        "Identification card you mean?"

        "I guess...? Chara just called them ID cards."

        Ah, the child. Asriel may be useful on this trip...too bad he's also another mouth to feed.

         Papyrus pulled the bartender's wallet out of his pocket and shifted through it. No ID.

        "What...the hell?" The barkeep sat up blinking hard.

        "Yeah, 'what the hell' is right! Where's your ID? Humans are SUPPOSE to carry those things at ALL times!"

      The bartender looked at Asriel, stunned. He'd never seen a monster before, but he knew they weren't suppose to be anywhere but in Mt. Ebott. The little monster looked like he might be a kid...and a kid. "You a goat monster?"

        "I'm a BOSS monster and royalty, so show some respect," said Asriel sticking his nose in the air.

        "*Sniff* *Sniff*"

        "Wha-Papyrus what are you doing?"

        "You look like you smell good."

        "Remember that rule we made when I was a flower? The agreement we made that said you wouldn't smell me? That rule still applies."

        "Mmmm...you smell like fresh laundry!"

        "Stop it."

        Papyrus backed off and got out his FontSearch smiling at Asriel.

        "A FontSearch? Why......I died didn't I?"

        Bleeding Cowboys: The Shootout Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Physical

      This Font has a habit of shooting at people regardless of whether or not they're hungry. Their aim is impeccable and they've been known to clear out entire blocks when their font build-up gets too high.

    Strangely enough, although this Font is of the Physical type and does have their regenerative properties, the wounds that killed them as a human not only refuse to heal, but continue to bleed as well. Bleeding Cowboys always leave a red trail of blood behind them wherever they go, so they are usually seen in black clothing and are easy to spot in a crowd.

    They can do well in military type jobs, but only on the front lines. They have been known to shoot their own army members in the back and never on accident. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, stay where you are and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

    Extreme caution is advised.

    "Imma Horror huh? Who killed me? If I'm a Horror that means SOMEBODY must have murdered me."

        That was usually how Horrors were made, but there were always exceptions. Broken Baby was a Horror and they had simply fallen to their death...

        "You got shot by some brats," said Asriel. "We need a place to stay, where do you live?"

        "Asriel!"

        "I reckon somewhere in this here town, but I ain't got a clue where. My memory's all fuzzy...like I've been run over by a semi..." Bleeding Cowboys put a hand to his head.

        "I don't know what a semi is, but I do know you're freakin' useless. Let's go Pappy."

        "We can't just leave him here."

        "The bartender's not your friend Bonehead, he's just a guy that sells you drinks-"

        "I'm a bartender?"

        "I can't just leave him, I got him into this mess!"

        "He got himself into this mess. He stepped in front of you like an idiot and got himself shot," said Asriel annoyed.

        Bleeding Cowboys looked at the skeleton for a moment. "..................Papyrus?"

        "Yeah."

        Asriel looked at him surprised. "That was quick. He is in the same spot though isn't he? His bar's right there too. Lots of things here to spark a memory."

        "I don't remember you, but I remember Papyrus...and those little chicken shits," said Bleeding Cowboys thinking about the three boys.

        "Do you remember where you live?"

        "Nah, just what happened recently. Hey uhhh you may not want to be walking around here looking like a Font and a monster, I wasn't kiddin' when I said everybody was carrying guns."

        Asriel's eyes widened.

        Oh crap he's right! I can't walk around like this!

         "I'll get you back home Asriel. You can't hid in my battle body anymore or pop under the ground and wind up somewhere else."

        "I can still hide in your battle body, you're a foot shorter than Jack Skellington-"

        "I asked you not to use that name around me."

         "Not to interrupt, but uh it's a little late to be out and about ain't it? Why don't we find an empty house or somethin' and stay the night?"

        Because my brother's a ticking time bomb and I may not survive the night.

         CRASH!

         Asriel threw a rock through the nearest house's window, shattering it into a million pieces.

        "WHO THE HELL THREW THAT?!"

        "Oh, I guess not all the houses are empty-"

        "What was your name again?"

        "Asriel."

        "Asriel, you're a god damn idiot."

        "He's right."

        "YOU FUCKING KIDS! WHEN I GET AHOLD O-" Whoever was yelling didn't finish their sentence. They stopped so abruptly it made all three boys more than a little uncomfortable. They waited for about three minutes, but no sound was heard and no one came out onto the porch.

        "I think he's dead. What do you think?" asked Asriel standing on his toes in order to get a better view of the inside of the house.

        "A Font must of got him. Shall we investigate my furry friend?"

        "What...? No! No let's not 'investigate,' let's find a house that doesn't have death written all over it!"

        "I guess you need that escape trick to be brave huh? Maybe you should have picked an orange soul. Nyeh heh heh..."

         "I'm a child. Your argument is invalid."

        "You're also a boss monster, so YOUR argument is invalid."

        "Go be racist somewhere else before I knock you over like a game of Jenga bonebag!"

        "Hard to be frightened of a goat, but I swear I'm trying-"

        VOOSH!

         VOOSH!

         Asriel threw two fireballs in Papyrus's direction.

        "Nyeh heh ha ha ha! What are you aiming at?"

        "Get outta my face before I burn yours off!"

        "I don't really have a face, but whatever." Smiling, Papyrus went up to the door and before opening it took out his FontSearch. "Let's see...ah ha! Radar."

        BEEP!

         BEEP!

         BEEP!

         "Alright, there's definitely a Font inside."

        "So clear the place out, I'm tired," said Asriel yawning and stretching his arms up.

        "Wait hold on, I ain't never fought a Font before..."

        "We need a place to stay." Papyrus handed Bleeding Cowboys his brother. "If he's harmed, I will kill you," he said, eyes glowing in the dark. The Font nodded slowly.

        I don't remember Papyrus being that scary in the bar...

        Walking up onto the porch, the tall skeleton opened the door and stepped inside. He immediately took a step back as a body fell to the ground in front of him, spotting his battle body with blood and reminding him that his clothing had been shredded and scorched earlier.

        I need new clothes...

         I should have grabbed some before leaving.

         I forgot to get my scarf back from the human too...

         The human that had been leaning against the door had had his head removed. A trail of blood led up the stairs of the house, dripping from the sides of the steps.

        In order to cut off the human's sentence like that without him screaming, this Font had to have had enormous strength.

         It has to be a Physical.

         "HELLO?" Papyrus called up stairs loudly hoping to meet a Physical Font that was nonviolent for once. A head appeared from behind the corner of the wall upstairs, eyes glowing an angry red.

        Kill The Noise: The Silence Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Physical

    Kill The Noise despises sound, especially when it comes from people. When a sound is heard in their territory, they quickly use their incredible hearing to locate the source and destroy it-

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

         Kill The Noise ran down the stairs at blinding speed, only to be caught by one of Papyrus's nine hands. The skeleton lifted them into the air by their shirt as they reached for him in a frenzy, absolutely livid.

        "I'm reading," said Papyrus annoyed.

Many humans, monsters, and Fonts have met their demise at the hands of this Font as it is difficult to hide from them. The sound of breathing is said to be enough of a trigger to enrage the feral creatures.

    Preferring a life of solitude, Kill The Noise usually lives out in secluded areas, but can be found in towns searching for food on a regular basis. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, get to a safe location and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

    Extreme caution is advised.

    "A rather short entry, yes?"

        Kill The Noise didn't respond. They hung in the air struggling to get free from the hand lifting them up, but without leverage they could do nothing. Their eyes flared red and they gnashed their teeth angrily at Papyrus, reminding him of Feast of Flesh.

        It pained him that he couldn't bring himself to use his Wingdings ability in front of Sans back then. If it weren't for his selfishness his brother wouldn't have gotten bitten. Of course Feast of Flesh partly shared the blame.

        "Repulsive creatures. What use are you to the world exactly? There are plenty of other skeletons who eat humans AND help society, why do YOU exist?"

        Again he was met with silence.

        "Do you even understand what I'm saying? Do you have any iota of intelligence at all?" Papyrus wasn't being intentionally rude, he was actually very curious. Why DID these skeletons exist? Could they understand language? Did Feast of Flesh ever speak?

        Damn it, I can't remember!

        They were growling so they DID have a voice. Why didn't they use it? Why didn't they simply ask him to let go?

        The feral Font pulled themselves up by the hand holding them and bit it HARD, unfortunately for them, it was made of magic and did not affect Papyrus in the slightest.

        "You remind me of the dogs at Snowdin. Snarling, growling, and biting like it's enough to get your way. What will it take to get you to evolve?"

        Papyrus sighed and waited for the Font to stop struggling. He wanted to see if they could figure a way out of their predicament on their own. The answer was simple to Papyrus, but would the Font figure it out, given enough time?

        I'm probably going to have to give them a hint or something.

        Kill The Sound eventually stopped biting and clawing at the hand holding them, hanging in the air like a sad car ornament. It seemed to have given up.

        "Your shirt," said Papyrus pointing at the Font.

        They didn't seem to understand.

        "Lift your arms and slide out of your shirt." Papyrus demonstrated, lifting his arms high in the air.

        They still didn't get it.

        Seriously?!

         That wasn't even a hint, that was the answer!

        Papyrus continued moving his arms up and down, hoping the Font would copy him. All it would take was maybe one arm to rise and they would slip out anyway. He was surprised they hadn't gotten free while struggling to be honest.

        Eventually they did copy him and slid out of their shirt, dropping to the floor. They looked annoyed, like they didn't want to go through all the trouble. They sat there looking away from Papyrus glaring at a wall.

        "Nyeh heh heh, I'm not turning around if that's what you're waiting for."     

      Kill The Noise ran on all fours to the kitchen and jumped out the already broken window.

        That was probably how they got in to begin with.

        Still not sure I want to sleep here, or at all really. If Sans wakes up while we're asleep...

         Perhaps he wasn't giving his brother enough credit though. It wasn't as if Sans were feral like the other violent Fonts he had come across. His brother was a genius, he was smart enough to find a nondestructive way to release his font buildup, or at least leave the house...he hoped.

        I'll have to take a chance, for some reason there are too many Horrors around all of a sudden. I can't protect anyone if I haven't the strength.

         I hope I'll be able to see you smile again Brother.

         "*Sigh* Come on in you two! It's clear!"

        Asriel ran into the house tripping on the body and falling to the bloody floor. "Thanks for moving the body Trashbag."

        "You're welcome."

        The small monster glared at him and went upstairs.

        Dick.

        "Are you coming inside Cowboys?"

        The bleeding Font shook his head. "Nah. We both heard my Font entry, I'm dangerous. Don't wanna wake up with a bullet in your ass do ya'?" He smiled, handing Sans back to Papyrus.

        "Where will you go?"

        "The Capture Facility. They have a knack for taking dangerous Fonts like me and turning them into upstanding citizens like you."

        What?!

         What happened to human wanting all Fonts dead?!

         Have things really changed that much in the past nineteen years?

        Bleeding Cowboys winked and tipped his hat in Papyrus's direction. "I'll be seeing ya' someday my friend."

        "I hope so. Stay safe, yes?"

        "Sure thing partner!"

        Papyrus wanted his new friend to stay, but he wasn't like Sans. He HAD to shoot someone while Sans could blow off steam however he chose. For Bleeding Cowboys, shooting at cans filled with ketchup wouldn't cut it.

        His Font wouldn't be so destructive if it weren't for me.

         Can the Capture Facility really change him?

         "urm...hmm..."

        The Horror Font gasped as his brother began moving around in his arms. His hands gripped Papyrus's battle body, pulling on the fabric tightly. "hah...uh.."

        Is he waking up now?! It's so early!

         Maybe that was a good thing though. If Sans woke up now, he could release a lot of his buildup harmlessly and simply go back to sleep afterwards.

        But that would be selfish on Papyrus's part.

         "pah...pap...erm" Sans squirmed and frowned in his sleep earning a sympathetic look from his brother.

        He's having a nightmare.

         "Shhh...it's alright Brother, can you wake up?"

        "mmm tryn..."

        So cute...why is he so cute?

         I'M the little brother, I'M supposed to be the cute one!

         Sans seemed to have trouble opening his eyes; it felt like they had been glued shut. He tried moving his arms to wake his body up and felt Papyrus's gloved hand hold his own. "mmm...hnn!"

        "Easy Sans, if you're not ready to wake up yet, don't force yourself to."

        Easy for him to say.

        Sans hadn't been fully asleep.

        "my fon...uhnn...hel..."

        "Your what? Your fon, your fon...your font? You're worried about your font?"

        How much did he hear in his sleep?!

        "way...wake pap..."

        "It'll be fine Sans. There are plenty of ways you can release your font that aren't deadly. Just pull a bunch of things out of your pockets, preferably no explosives please."

        "*sigh* kay'..."

        Sans went back to sleep.

        "Sleep well Brother. I'll see you in the morning."

        "WHAT THE HELL PAPYRUS! YOU SAID IT WAS CLEAR!"

        "Or maybe you'll wake up now BECAUSE MY FRIEND HAS NO FREAKING MANNERS!"

        "THERE'S A GOD DAMN FONT UP HERE!"

        "IF YOUR NOT DEAD, THEY'RE HARMLESS YOU FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN!" Papyrus stormed up the stairs to find Asriel with his fists up and a skeletal toddler sitting in a playpen.

        "Are you serious?!"

        "I don't HAVE a FontSearch Papyrus!"

        Kid Nightmare: The Nightmare Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Virus

    Kid Nightmare is the result of a child or toddler dying from fright. The Font is always a child or toddler and when they become an adult, their font will automatically change to something else based on their personality. This doesn't mean however, that they are completely harmless.

    This Font has the greatest fear inducing aura second only to Horror themselves. Although harmless looking, Kid Nightmare as their name implies can create devastating nightmares that can actually cause heart failure in some creatures. People that have died in their sleep are often victims of this Font with no one being the wiser.

    Being a Virus Font, Kid Nightmare is able to affect multiple people at a time, as long as they are asleep. They can however, cause headaches to those who daydream near them for long periods of time, making them unsuitable for jobs that require a constant unchanging social environment.

    In 1894 this Font was used as a treatment to wake comatose patients. The treatment was banned only two years later when it became clear that prolonged exposure to the Font caused the patients to awaken permanently and incurably insane. Kid Nightmare was also used in the past to awaken monsters who had fallen, however it only caused the monster's immediate deaths as their souls could not handle the strain.

        "Uh, Papyrus? What're you doing?"

        VROOMPH!

         Papyrus opened a window near the bed and picking up the toddler, dropped them out of it.

        "WAAAAHHHHHHH!"

        VROOMPH!

         "There. Now Sans won't have to worry about getting any nasty nightmares," cooed Papyrus lightly tapping his brother's skull once with a gloved finger.

        "Ugh..."

        "You alright Asriel?"

        "No, my compassion is wanting me to check on the toddler you threw out the window-"

        "I didn't THROW them out the window, I merely dropped them-"

        "From a two-story window."

        "Yes."

        Papyrus and Asriel could still here the toddler wailing outside through the glass.

        ".....I'm telling your brother when he wakes up."

        "Tell him what? That I saved his life? That Font would've killed him or worse and you know it."

        "mmm...bad pappy..."

        "You hear that? Smiley is mad at you," said Asriel grinning.

        "Whatever. I thought you were sleeping?"

        "*yawn* mm hmm..." Sans turned over and snuggled into Papyrus's battle body.

        CLACK!

         "Hey, Pappy!" whispered Asriel. "Put em' in the playpen. It'll be funny."

        "Lee me lone..."

        "I'd rather keep him close to me. Those broken windows downstairs make me nervous. Did you lock the door?"

        "No, the windows are broken."

        Idiot.

        Papyrus climbed into bed with his brother tucked safely between him and the wall.

        "I can't help but notice you're sleeping in the room I'VE chosen."

        "I can't help but notice you're still here," said Papyrus having already closed his eyes.

        "Someone has to look after Smiley and make sure your hands don't wander..."

        "Get the hell out of here Asriel."

        "I have to protect Smiley though! It's my duty..."

        "You know soldiers sometimes get hurt in the line of duty. Especially when they don't do as they're told."

        "That's no way to speak to your bestest friend!"

        Papyrus smiled his eyes still closed. "........You're absolutely right Asriel, forgive me. I've been working and running around for quite awhile..."

        Asriel glared at Papyrus, confused and suspicious. "......you're gonna say or do something stupid aren't you? I can FEEL it."

        "Heavens no! I just thought it'd be safer if we all slept in the same room...since the windows are broken and the door hasn't been locked."

        "Are you trying to tell me to go lock the door...cause' I ain't gonna."

        "Wrong again, locking the door won't accomplish much if there's still a way into the house. You should sleep next to me."

        I freaking knew it.

         Creepy-ass skeleton!

         "Come here child," said Papyrus smiling, beckoning Asriel with a gloved finger. "Come sleep next to Pappy..."

        "Ugh god...you better get your creep brother, Smiley..."

        "You're breaking my heart Azzy!"

        "I'm about to break your everything. Go to sleep or I will PUT you to sleep!"

        Papyrus pouted. "I can't sleep without something fluffy to hold..." whined the skeleton softly, holding the sheets up to his mouth with pleading eyes.

        ".....You're not cute, Trashbag."

        "Azzzzy! Don't you trust me?"

        "No."

        "I can protect you though..." said Papyrus with a deranged smile.

        "And I can set you on fire! BACK OFF!"

        "You've already set me on fire-NYEH!"

        VOOSH!

         VOOSH!

         Asriel threw two fireballs at Papyrus who covered his head with his arms. Luckily the fireballs didn't set anything alight, they seemed to fizzle out before they could do any real damage.

        "Way to almost send us up in flames fool! Are you wanting to join the toddler outside? Cause' I can arrange that faster than you can spit out an apology!"

        "You're not GETTING an apology!"

        "Well maybe a trip down the stairs will change your mind!"

        "I think I'll leave instead," said Asriel as he looked at Sans.

        "Smiley."

        "Mmm...nn...?"

        "I'll pray for you."

        ".............."

        "Shut up Asriel."

        Papyrus heard the door close and turned over to look at Sans, petting his skull with all the gentleness of a mother. "I'll keep you safe Brother....I'll keep us BOTH safe."

        I hope.

        "I CAN HEAR YOU SINNING IN THERE PAPPY!"

        "SHUT THE HELL UP ASRIEL!"

Chapter Text

                         Chapter Eight:

                         Welcome to Ebott Acres!

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: The pic below is actually of a character called Skull Duggery. I did not draw it nor do I own it, credit goes to the original artist NOT me.

      Bloodthirsty hid within one of the large ceramic pots near the storage tent Black Widow had pointed out, exhausted.

        "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU LITTLE DEMON?!" Yelled Symbol angrily.

        He glanced through a large crack in the pot out at the camp that was currently being torn apart by the Fonts he had woken up.

        People ran in all directions trying to escape the vicious skeletons, tripping over one another and pushing each other down. If Bloodthirsty had given a shit about them, he might have felt bad, but at the moment he was just annoyed. This wouldn't have happened if they had just woken the bodies up one at a time before he got to the camp like they were SUPPOSE to. He wasn't a Verbal Font and the storage tent WASN'T secure. Why would those idiots let a dumb Physical type KID into a camp filled with people and tell him NOT to do something?! And give him a shitty reason for it?! Symbol had READ his entry! She KNEW he was an asshole!

        This was nowhere near his fault.

        Stupid old bitch...should have at least put up a guard or something.

         Why am I being blamed when it's HER fault?!

         Isn't she, like, the leader or something? The camp is HER responsibility, not mine!

        "WHERE ARE YOU, SINNER?!" Symbol's voice loud and shrill rose over the sound of the people screaming outside. She had heard those screams and left her tent only to find dozens upon dozens of Fonts pouring from the storage area like a wave of fire ants.

        She immediately knew it had to be Bloodthirsty.

        Nasty little troublemaking Font! I should have never let him into my camp!

         "BLOODTHIRSTY!"

        Shut up, damn...

        The child had used all his energy waking the Fonts, but this walking leather bag was still making it hard to sleep. What was she going to do when she caught him anyway? Spank him?

        "OH GOD, GET IT OFF ME!" A woman that had fallen down desperately tried to fend off a Font with her hands as it attempted to draw on her face with...something. Bloodthirsty couldn't see from that far away.

        What the hell is she screaming about? At least it's not a chainsaw...

         "Mama! I can't find the baby!"

        The baby?!

         "We've got bigger problems girl! Look around you!"

        "But-"

        "Gather the other members! WHERE'S THAT EVIL LITTLE BOY?! SINNER SCRIPT! FIND THAT CHILD!"

        Sinner Script?

         Sinner Script: The Intrusive Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Verbal

    This Font is known for being able to see and identify the darkness of a person's soul regardless of the species. By learning what the darkness of a victim's soul is, they can manipulate or blackmail them using the information gathered.

    Highly curious, this Font will often invade the privacy of others through various means, searching for information regardless of whether or not they plan to use it. It is common to find them rummaging through purses, briefcases, and even people's homes. Their snooping makes them excellent in jobs requiring stealth and detective work and they tend to speak and dress like a detective from the 1920's wearing beige trench coats and fedoras in order to fool people into believing they're actually law enforcement. If you see a Font wearing this however, do not assume they are Sinner Script as many thieving Fonts dress like them in order to make theft easier.

    Despite their looks and manner of articulation they are still Often mistaken for thieves and have been attacked on more than one occasion, however Sinner Script typically does not strike back. Usually nonaggressive, they prefer to run rather than fight.    

        "Found him! The jig's up kid, come on out and grab some air!"

        "Shit."

        CLANG!

         "AWW COME ON! THIS IS BULLSHIT!" yelled Bloodthirsty behind iron bars. After he was found, Symbol had him thrown in some kind of jail cell underground. "I'M JUST A KID MAN! KIDS MAKE MISTAKES!"

        "Pretty sure you woke those Fonts up on purpose..."

        "SHUT THE FUCK UP SINNER SCRIPT!"

        The intrusive Font put his hands up and leaned back against the cobblestone wall. Another Font, a woman, crossed her arms and watched the child silently beside him.

        BUDOOM!

         Bloodthirsty jumped as he heard the heavy wooden door leading to the surface suddenly shut without warning somewhere in the distance. He could hear footsteps echoing throughout the underground chamber as someone began to descend down to where he was, when the person turned the corner he was surprised to see it was Symbol.

        What the hell does SHE want?!

        Symbol stopped in front of his cell and looked at him calmly and coldly. "Do you know why you are here child?"

        "BECAUSE YOU'RE A BITCH?"

        Sinner Script laughed loudly and made a "calm down" motion with his hands. "Whoa! Easy kiddo, that's the high pillow your talkin' to! You're already lookin' hinky no offense, not exactly hitting on all eight here-"

        "Fuck you, you pussy-whipped motherfu-AH!" Bloodthirsty didn't get to finish his sentence before he was suddenly weighed down by something he couldn't see. It felt like the gravity had been turned up by one hundred, he couldn't even stand...

        "Look kid, we ain't lookin' for trouble, we just wantcha to put us wise. Why'd ya' wake all those Fonts up? You have the curse on someone or something, or were you just not using your noodle? Personally I don't see a little kid in a cowboy outfit being a Johnson brother..."

        "I woke em' up because YOU didn't!" said Bloodthirsty angrily his eyes blazing yellow.

        Sinner Script lit a cigar. "So that's the crop? On the square?"

        "I don't know what you're saying douchbag! Speak English!"

        "Keep the foul-mouthed heathen here Ball N' Chain. We'll talk when he's feeling more respectful," said Symbol climbing back up the steps.

        "Fuck you, you stupid bitch..."

        BUDOOM!

         Sinner Script shook his head. "You know the old broad put cha' here to keep you safe. She may seem a little rough around the edges, but sister ain't a highbinder-"

         "You're here because you've been disrespectful," said the woman interrupting and ignoring Sinner Script.

        "She hasn't EARNED my respect."

        "She shouldn't have to. You should grant it to her anyway. She is the leader of our church-"

        "Well she's no leader of mine, so no, no I don't."

        "The kid's right kitten, and acting high and mighty ain't gonna help matters," said Sinner Script blowing smoke. He hated how some of the members acted like they were above everyone that wasn't part of the Body. He had joined up to help the world, not flaunt his abilities or title like some Vegas showgirl.

        "I'm not acting 'high and mighty' that IS why he's here!"

        "That's a load of bunk and ya' know it. We ain't his mom and pops and this ain't no time out, either be square with the kid or shut your yap."

        "Excuse me?!"

        "You heard me chippy. You're giving us a bad rap. We're here to help the world, not scare people by acting like a buncha' goons in a mob."

        "*Sigh* I was hoping we could be civil and talk..."

        "I got nothin' to say to you lady!" said Bloodthirsty still struggling to stand.

        "With your strength, you could have bent the bars and escaped long ago. I KNOW there must be some good in you."

        "Why don't you ask that cocksucker if there's any good in me?" asked Bloodthirsty pointing to Sinner Script. The Font laughed again and tipped his hat in his direction.

        Fucking smartass.

         "We know you're a good kid, despite all those curses you're spitting you didn't string us along. You sang because you wanted to not because we tightened the screws. We didn't even get a chance! Heh heh ha ha!"

        "He's correct. He can tell when someone's lying by paying attention to their souls. Apparently it didn't grow any darker as you spoke."

         The young child ignored her and reached down, pulling out his FontSearch.

        This slut has to have a weakness...

        Ball N' Chain: The Gravity Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Virus

    Also known as the "Imprisonment Font" Ball N' Chain uses an airborne virus that makes the creature breathing it in feel incredibly heavy. This makes catching their victims easy, although other creatures in the area can suffer the effects as well.

    They have been used in prisons the world over, keeping prisoners from rioting or escaping their imprisonment. Even Physical type Fonts that can easily bend even the strongest prison bars are brought to their knees before this Font.

    Ball N' Chain isn't aggressive, but they do have the ability to increase the potency of their virus causing serious damage to their antagonizers. Often reserved, they hardly socialize with others especially their prisoners.

        Airborne huh? So if I hold my breath my body should regenerate enough to get rid of that bitch's virus...

         "Thinking about holding your breath? Right, like no one's ever tried THAT before..."

        "How many little boys do you lock up lady?"

        Ball N' Chain glared at Bloodthirsty as Sinner Script laughed as his joke. Ball N' Chain was the Right Leg of God. Brave, obedient, and intuitive, she was always the first to walk into a dangerous situation and her font allowed everyone to walk pass it, but she had NO sense of humor...

        "Why isn't that jackass affected? Is he your bother of something?"

        "That ain't how virus's work kiddo."

        I love this kid.

        "I've learned to concentrate and contain my virus to a small area. That's why holding your breath won't work...huh?" Ball N' Chain head turned sharply to the left.

        "Somethin' catch your eye sister?" Sinner Script looked to her concerned. He had sharp ears despite having none, but he hadn't heard a thing, which was odd considering how everything in the place echoed.

        Ball N' Chain said nothing, she walked briskly down the hall and turned right, going up the stairs.

        There's another virus floating around...

        "Chain? CHAIN?"

        Goofy dame, there're Fonts runnin' loose everywhere and you wanna go off on your own...

        "EEEAAHHH!"

        "CHAIN!"

        Sinner Scripted ran towards the stairs and stopped as a baby bones tumbled down.

        "WAAAHHHHHAHAAAHHH!" The baby bones howled in pain having hurt her head while tumbling down the stairs. At least Bloodthirsty thought it was a girl, it certainly wasn't Broken Baby crying over there.

        This baby was wearing the same thing Ball N' Chain was.

        "Ch-chain?!"

        What the hell...?

        "EEEAAAHHHHHHAHAAHH!" The little baby kicked her feet, tears flowing from her eyes. Her skull didn't look to be damaged, but falling down those stone steps had to have hurt.

        Sinner Script drew his gun and looked fearfully down the hall. "W-who's there?! If ya' don't want lead poisoning I suggest you start raising your flippers!"

        Bloodthirsty and Sinner Script both strained to hear the intruder's footsteps over Ball N' Chain's howling, but to no avail. The air was tense and the fedora wearing Font was already "itching to scram". He didn't agree with a lot of what his FontSearch entry said about him, but it was right about his font being natural cowards. It was in Sinner Script's nature to bolt at the first sign of trouble, he was a snooping font and he needed to automatically take flight if he got caught rummaging through people's things.

        At least he HOPED that was the case.

        Just because it made sense, didn't mean he wasn't just a coward. 

        "Hellwoe?" A tiny voice echoed throughout the corridor surprising both Bloodthirsty and Sinner Script.

        Broken Baby?

        The intrusive font looked nervous. "What..what do you want?"

        Is that a baby?!

        "I wish to go home now, no nutreents here. Where Thirsty be?"

         I can't bop a baby!

        "DOWN HERE!"

        "CLOSE YOUR HEAD KID!" yelled Sinner Script. If that baby on the steps was the one responsible for turning Ball N' Chain into a thumb-sucker, he was screwed. He didn't have the heart to shoot a baby bones who probably didn't even know what it was doing and he also had no way of defending against a Virus font.

        Please stay up there...

        "I's comin! I gots to cuwall down...the steps..."

        "STAY UP THERE!"

        "I can do it!"

        Bloodthirsty looked confused.

        "I can do it?"

         That doesn't sound like Broken Baby...

         If he recalled, Broken Baby was known as the "Can't" Font. Their whole shtick was getting people to do things FOR them.

        Did their font change?!

         Broken Baby's little head poked from around the corner smiling.The baby bones was still dressed like Chucky the Killer Doll, but they now had pacifiers of all kinds clipped to their overall pockets and had two baby bottles stuffed inside. "Can I hold dat baby?"

        Sinner Script took out his FontSearch and aimed it at Bloodthirsty's sibling.

        Blood Blocks: The Start-Over Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Virus

    Blood Blocks is a baby bones exclusive, meaning only a baby bones can obtain this font. When the baby grows up they will get another font based on their personality. This rare Font is the result of a baby bones having a strong affinity for cute babies such as themselves.

    This Font gets their food by turning their victims into babies, erasing their memory of everything they've done since they were two and rendering them defenseless. Many families have been destroyed by this tiny Font as their virus is difficult for them to control. Their virus can trigger randomly and because it is airborne it can also travel far, wreaking havoc on the populace.

    Blood Blocks although only a baby, has proven to be very useful in many hospitals. By turning a terminally ill creature back to age two, their illness is cured unless it is an illness they were born with. Some scientists claim Blood Blocks holds the secret to immortality, but unfortunately no breakthroughs have been made thus far.

    The intelligence of Blood Blocks varies from baby to baby and although not aggressive, they can be very dangerous due to their affinity for other babies. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font do not approach them, stay where you are and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY. Keep in mind that the CF is NOT responsible for any friends, relatives, or family members that may have been turned into babies as a result of Blood Blocks.

    Extreme caution is advised.

    "I can makes BABIES?!" Blood Blocks eyes grew wide and sparkled with wonder.

        Oh Jesus...!

        "STAY BACK!"

        "I CAN MAKES BABIES!!" yelled Blood Blocks triumphantly wearing a big smile.

        They weren't Santa, but they had become something even better. From now on, they had the power to turn baby-haters into babies themselves!

        "Hee hee ha ha ha!" The baby bones laughed happily and crawled faster, today was a dream come true. They were gonna be a better big person to babies then the lady with fishnets EVER was. They were gonna have lots of practice as a baby and grow up to be the best Mommy or Daddy in the world!

        They couldn't wait to show THEIR Mommy and Daddy...

        "Look kiddo-"  

        "TURN HIM INTO A BABY, BLOCKS!"

        Blood Blocks crawled towards Sinner Script excitedly. EVERYONE that was mean to them was going to be a baby, they were going to fill the whole world with cute babies and make it a better place.

        Because that's what good babies did.

        Sinner Scripted made a run for the stairs, jumping over Blood Blocks. "Sorry sister! I'm a betting man, but my chips are out!"

        "WAAAHHHHHHHH!" Ball N' Chain continued to wail as the Font quickly left her behind, keeping a hand on the place on her head where she had gotten hurt.

        "Oh noes...the baby hurt their head!" Blood Blocks crawled over to Ball N' Chain and pet her skull. "It's okay baby!" said Blood Blocks hugging the baby bones.

        GRRRRUUUNNN!

         Bloodthirsty pulled the bars apart and grabbed Blood Blocks.

        "Wait! The baby! We gots to bring the baby!"

        "We don't have time! We have to leave before the other nutjobs get back!"

        "We can't weave the baby!"

        "ARRGH! PAIN IN THE ASS!" Bloodthirsty went back and grabbed Ball N' Chain.

        "Yaay! I gots a baby sissy!" Blood Blocks smooched Ball N' Chain, happy to have a new member in their family.

        Running up the stairs and bursting through the door, Bloodthirsty bolted through the camp like a jaguar, heading in a random direction. He didn't care where they wound up, as long as it wasn't here.

        "AH HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!"

        "*ARF!* *ARF!*"

        "GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY DORA!"

        Bloodthirsty ran past Frisk and kept going until he was out of breath. In the distance somewhere in the woods he could hear the religious Fonts still yelling. They would catch up to him eventually and he had no idea if there was another Virus Font in the group.

        WHY are they chasing me?! So what if I woke a bunch of Fonts up and destroyed their camp?! Catching me isn't going to CHANGE anything!

         Crazy bastards!

        "Ooooooh! Look baby, a spooky mansion! We go in Thirsty?"

        "*Huff* Y-yeah, *huff* why not?"

        "Yaay best ahventure ever!" said Blood Blocks throwing their hands in the air.

        "GAH!" Ball N' Chain did the same, although she didn't know what they were celebrating about.

        The boy and the babies headed into the asylum, stumbling inside and closing the door behind them.

        Upstairs...If they come in here I can break a window and jump down...

         "Look at the spidies!" cried Blood Blocks poking a tarantula with their finger.

        "Stop that!"

        "Goah!" Ball N' Chain picked up the spider and popped it into her mouth.

        "No baby, dat's bad!" said Blood Blocks trying to take the spider out of her mouth. "Dat's my spidie..."

        "It's nobody's spider! Put it down!"

        "NO!"

        "YES! That's poi-"

        "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

        Out of nowhere a loud piercing scream echoed throughout the asylum making everyone jolt in surprise.

        "Hee hee ha ha!" Ball N' Chain laughed, startled by the sudden loud scream echoing throughout the building.

        Blood Blocks smiled. "I think somebody here..."

        "What gave it away? Was it the scream?"

        "Yeah."

        "Gho! Gho!" said Ball N' Chain pointing to a corner of the room. In the shadows, barely visible, was a skeleton watching them.

        Fucking Ghost Fonts...of course. At least they're harmless though.

         "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

        Madman Howling: The Screaming Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Ghost

    Madman Howling is a Ghost Font that floats around large buildings whilst screaming at the top of their nonexistent lungs. Incredibly annoying, most people actually bring Mimic Fonts into the area to get rid of the them, despite the dangers they pose.

    The reason for their howling is currently unknown, but they never fail to make their presence heard. Madman Howling prefers buildings that echo and does not mind if there are people in the vicinity. Like most Ghost Fonts they are harmless and will float randomly from room to room searching for heat.

    "Ghosty cold?"

        "Ghost Fonts don't eat humans, they go after heat instead."

        "They eats the fire?"

        "No, *sigh* here, listen."

        Ghost Fonts

    This Font specializes in shape shifting and passing through walls undetected. Out of every type of Font discovered, Ghost Fonts are the least intelligent to date, acting more like insects and fish rather than feral animals. They are also the only type of Font to date that does NOT eat human beings or creatures of any kind. Instead they feed off heat, searching houses for warmth.

    Ghost type Fonts have a special ectoplasm that covers the outside of their bones and has such a low opacity that most humans cannot see them. Their bones are affected as well making them lighter than feathers and just as transparent. These Fonts are so light, they actually float above the ground. The downside is that this ectoplasm needs constant heat; without it, the skeleton will freeze to death due to their ectoplasm hardening within them and stopping their blood flow.

    These Fonts have a habit of finding a house where a dead creature once died and shape shifting into that creature, it is assumed that they do this in the belief that it fools the new owners of the house into thinking that they are living creatures who already reside there. Some however don't even turn into dead humans or monsters, they instead turn themselves into dead pets such as cats or dogs.

    Some Ghost Fonts although they shift their forms to blend in, tend to throw objects around the room or posses them. Some even attempt to speak or shriek implying that they may be trying to change their font somehow; there is no proof of that however.

    "Did you get all that stuff?"

        "Yeah, ghosties get cold all the time. If I had a blanket, I'd give it to em'...but I don'ts."

        "They'd pass right through it anyway, probably."

        "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

        "Wow, that is fucking annoying."

        "It hurt baby's ears."

        "You don't have ears."

        Bloodthirsty went upstairs and looked around. He had seen the asylum sign out front, but it really did look like a mansion. He guessed he was still in the reception area or something. It looked more like a hotel with its red carpet and fancy wooden wall patterns.

        "Pretty!"

        "Yep...a little too nice if you ask me. Isn't this suppose to be an asylum? Why's it look like a friggen' hotel?"

        "Because it is my boy! Welcome to Ebott Acres! My name is Mr. Skinner." A Font dressed in a white suit holding a cane bowed, taking off his hat in greeting. He still had most of his skin to the point where it would impossible to tell he was a Font if not for the rotting hands. "As the name implies, I enjoy skinning things alive, but with you three being skeletons there's not much to worry about." He grinned widely and extended a hand down the hallway. "Come. It's late and I'm sure you children need a room, it's your choice however if you'd rather not stay in an asylum."

        What's with the cane and top hat?

          He looks like freaking Willy Wonka...

        "You'd let us room here for free?"

        "I don't see why not! We live in troubled times you and I, Fonts should look out for one another not be fighting over trivial things like money." He began walking down the hall with his hands and cane behind his back; the children followed.

        "Here at Ebott Acres we pride ourselves in offering the best service available. Over there around that corner you'll find the cafeteria and on right around that one you'll find the laundry room. You can eat whenever you want, it's your choice. Our cook is quite extraordinary, we're lucky he choose this place."

        "Doesn't the laundry place take money?"

        "It would if our dear maid Washable didn't work here! Ho ho! She is a gem. Due to her Font, she loves to wash things! Whether or not you want to have your clothes washed before bed is your choice. The maid will take care of any messes you three make."

        I know how a hotel works asshole.

        "Do you gots a cwib for the baby?"

        "Why of course! This place DID use to be an asylum after all. Lots of patients had children and so there was a maternity ward. We've long since moved the cribs into the spare rooms upstairs. You can pick whichever room you want, it's your choice."

        "You guys must have lived here awhile then."

        "Oh yes! We've been here for quite some time, in fact one family has lived here for over thirty years! A mother, her husband and sister, her child, a new bouncing baby bones, and...*sigh* Aunt Bertha."

        "You don't seem to like Aunt Bertha."

        "No one likes Aunt Bertha my boy. No one." said Mr. Skinner gravely.

        Blood Blocks scratched near their eye. "Are there anymore babies?"

        "I'm afraid not. There are a few more people living here, but no babies sadly. Hopefully you three will change that, it's your choice though really. Can't force you to stay after all..."

        "We actually have a family we're trying to get back to."

        Like most kids.

        "Is that right? Interesting..." Mr. Skinner twirled his mustache, seemingly lost in thought.

        "How is that interesting?" asked Bloodthirsty suspicious as hell.

        "A frantic mother and a foul-mouthed woman came in here earlier looking for her baby bones. The strange thing is, she was a monster of all things! That is strange, yes?"

        "Dat's my Mommy!" cried Blood Blocks smiling brightly.

        Mama's looking for me!

        "Is it now? Sorry to say she took a tumble down the stairs earlier. She's in the Hospital Wing. Damn Ghost Fonts, dreadful creatures they are..."

        Bloodthirsty smiled knowing instantly who the other woman was. "I'm guessing the foul-mouthed woman is in a room somewhere upstairs then?"

        "Quite right. Although I can't recall which room..."

        "I'm sure we'll hear her..." said the boy rolling his eyes.

        "I very much doubt it."

        "Huh?"

        "Nothing lad, come along the theater is this way on the left-"

        "Wait, hold on-"

        "We gets to watch a movie?" Blood Blocks hadn't watched a movie in a long time. The lady in fishnets took them to a daycare once and they watched movies all day for almost a week before the lady came back and took them home.

        "Indeed, you can watch as many as you'd like. The theater used to be used to twist the minds of the asylum patients here, but now it only shows wholesome entertainment! Whether or not you want to visit it is your choice."

        "Why would the doctors want to hurt the patients?" asked Bloodthirsty, confused.

        "Well, back in the nineteen hundreds twas' a lot easier to get away with swindling people my boy. The doctors would make patients sicker so they'd have to stay longer and their poor families would have to pay more money. Despicable is it not?"

        Bloodthirsty nodded. "I heard a lot of bad things happened in asylums. They're in horror movies all the time." He used to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night and watch horror flicks like that when his parents were sleeping. It was his favorite time of night, when there wasn't any yelling or crying.

        "It's true. Bad things did happen here, but the staff and I hope to turn this buildings reputation right around!"

        Mr. Skinner began to climb the stairs using his cane as leverage. "Please forgive me lad, I'm older than I look! Heh ha ha!"

        How the hell is he gonna turn this places reputation around if he can't advertise? Humans aren't going to let him keep this place!

        "This room stinky."

        "That's the area where we dispose of garbage, I know it's terrible to have it so close to the rooms, but the furnace I'm afraid, is built into the wall here. We cannot burn trash anywhere else! It's a large building however and I won't force you to sleep next to the filthy place, which room you sleep in is your choice."

        Bloodthirsty eyed the room at the end of the hall. "I'm guessing down there is the Hospital Wing?"

        "You're right! That's the last wing in Ebott Acres! Everything upstairs and beyond is rooms. Most of the tenants here live on this floor though I understand if you're not a social butterfly, it's your choice whether you want to room here or anywhere upstairs."

        "Where's the baby?"

        "The baby and their family is on the top floor just before the roof. They have a wonderful roof garden up there and the whole family often works the garden together-"

        Blood Blocks eyes grew wide. "Even the baby?"

        "Even the baby."

        Blood Blocks had never heard of babies doing big people work like pulling weeds. Babies were supposed to be taken care of, not forced to work! They would have to rescue that baby bones as soon as possible.

        "This floor is fine. As big as this place is, there're plenty of rooms to go around right?"

        "Absolutely! Breakfast is at ten o' clock sharp, it's your choice whether or not you want to attend. Feel free to sleep in all you want. Do try not to disturb the other tenants on this floor, the doctors here are...a bit rude. Not all old men are as jolly as myself, mind you! Ho ho ho!"

        "Tank you."

        "You're very welcome little one! Such polite children..." Mr. Skinner tipped his hat, bowed, and then turned around, going  back downstairs.

        "Can the baby pick the woom?"

        Bloodthirsty didn't answer. Something felt wrong about this place AND Mr. Skinner. He had charlatan written all over him.

        He didn't even ask if they wanted to see their mom.

        I should of scanned the sketchy bastard.

         "I pick dis one!" said Blood Blocks slapping a door with their hand. Ball N' Chain copied them.

        "We're visiting Mom first. You wanna see her right?"

        "Yeah! Mommy's soft..."

        "Oft!"

        Bloodthirsty headed down to the Hospital Wing.

        Why do I feel like we're in for some bad shit?  

Chapter Text

Chapter Nine:

It's Your Choice

           "Vho on earth vas that?"

        A dead man.

         Frisk got off the ground and ran after Bloodthirsty.

        "Vait child! You head toward bad place!" cried Arvo from behind them. Frisk noticed that the Font wasn't running after them.

        A bad place?

         Don't worry you've got Determination...and a dog.

         Would you shut up about the dog?!

         "STOP THAT SINNER!" yelled a voice loudly from behind them. Turning their head Frisk saw an elderly Font running in their direction. They stopped so she could catch up.

        What are you doing?!

         It's just an old Font...

         That's a papist! Didn't you hear her?! RUN!

         "Child...my child...you...*huff*"

        "Are you okay?"

        "No, *huff* a boy...an evil boy, ran...he ran...*huff*"

        A papist is a religious person Frisk! Run before she talks about Jesus!

        Frisk scanned the old woman and rubbed her back, ignoring Chara.

        "You, are a sweet child...waiting for an old woman like me..."

        "Would you like to sit down?"

        The old woman looked up. "You! You're a human!"

        "So? I'm just a kid."

        "You're, you're right. Thanks to that evil little boy, the town is lost, most if not all the humans are surely dead. You are no threat to me."

        Ask her for some candy. Old ladies always have candy.

         Shut UP Chara, damn...       

         "Are you sure you're okay? Are you talking about Bloodthirsty?"

         "I will be fine. Yes! The boy, the boy-"

        "He went that way," said Frisk pointing in the direction Bloodthirsty had gone. They really didn't like their brother, plus they had another one anyway...

        Symbol's eyes grew wide and she grabbed the religious symbols around her neck tightly. "Ohhh, that's a bad place child. Evil lurks within those walls."

        "What walls?"

        "The walls of Ebott Acres. The abandoned asylum. Long ago it housed the insane and the unlucky, but now it's the devil's playground."

        "There's an asylum over there? My brother went into an asylum?"

        "He must have. Evil attracts evil little one...your brother's in God's hands now."

        "I have to go after him."

        "That is most unwise. Many humans and Fonts go in, never coming back out."

        "I think he was carrying Broken Baby though...and some other baby too."

        "Another...baby?"

        Ball N' Chain...

         "Yeah, she was wearing a purple and black dress, so she might have been a Horror Font."

        Symbol sighed loudly.

        That had to be Ball N' Chain.

        She was one of her most devout followers. She had always listened to Symbol's instructions without question and she was one of the first Fonts to help her build the camp. If Symbol abandoned her dear friend the holy ones would surely frown upon her.

        "I will go with you to the asylum. That baby is no doubt a close friend and follower of mine."

        "Alright, let's go!"

        "I must gather the others beforehand. I will meet you there."

        Symbol headed back to her destroyed camp. To defeat the devil, one must have an army.

        Frisk watched her leave annoyed.

        Figures.

         Her font sucked anyway. What did you expect her to do, check our health?

         Frisk ignored Chara and continued walking in the direction Bloodthirsty had gone until they reached the place of "evil."

        The building was definitely dilapidated, no question about that. Vines stretched upwards along the red brick reaching for the sun and most of the windows were completely boarded up. Frisk couldn't even guess how old the building was, but they knew all it would take was one hurricane and the entire place would fall as if it were made of playing cards.

        What are the chances we'll come across Ghost Fonts in this corny Addams Family rip-off?

         Frisk said nothing. They walked across the half buried garden stones that didn't belong there and went up the cracked stairs of brick. The double door looked like it was gonna be a pain in the ass to push by themselves, so they used the metal knocker.

        Why does this place have a knocker?

         Here's a better question, WHY DID YOU ANNOUNCE OUR PRESENCE?!

         CREEEAK!

         "Ohhhh, hello there tiny hiney; what brings you to ol' Auntie Bertha's house hmmm?" A large and somehow overweight skeleton in a flower printed mumu dress smiled down at Frisk.

        That's a dude.

         "I'm looking for my brother and my baby...sibling."

        "Well cutie wooty ginger ale booty, I ain't seen nobody like that, but your free to come inside if you'd like. It's been so long since ol' Auntie Bertha had company..."

        The old lady was right, there's evil in this house.

         Frisk reluctantly followed the Font inside.

        "Now correct me if I'm wrong plump rump, but you're a human right?"

        "........Yes."

        "Well ain't that a surprise! We've now have three different species visiting us tonight! I really should have made some tea...you know what? Imma make some right now! You stay put my fair derriere, ol' Auntie Bertha's gonna make something scrumptious!"

        God I hate Southerners...

         Chill out Chara, we'll find Bloodthirsty and be gone faster than you can say "howdy."

        Frisk walked took out their FontSearch and called Toriel, there was no answer. They tried Undyne as well, but all they got was static on the other line.

        I guess we could try Papyrus. He might still be killing humans out in town.

         Using the Cell function on their FontSearch, Frisk tried one more time.

        One ring...two rings...

        "Hello?"

        "Hey, Papyrus. I need help...bad."

        "Are you aware of what time it is?"

        "Are you serious?! Who cares?! Come help me!"

        Friggen' jerk...

        "I don't even know where you ARE Human..."

        "I'm at Ebott Acres. It's an asylum a little ways from the camp."

        He has a map on his FontSearch Partner, he's just looking for excuses.

        "*Sigh* Very well, hold on until I get there."

        Papyrus hung up.

        "Who was that fun bun?"

        "Just...a friend I invited over. You don't mind, do you...Auntie?"

        "Of course not! Bring as many friends as you'd like! This is a hotel now you know..."

        "Cool."

        Frisk waited as Auntie Bertha fixed their tea. It didn't take long for the tea to boil, which was weird because Frisk highly doubted there was a kitchen in the entrance hall.

        "All done cutie patootie! Let me just pour you a little cup. You like flowers or bears? I got cups with lil' flowers and one with lil' bears playing the trumpet? Ain't that the most ridiculous thing? A bear playing a trumpet..."

        "Flowers."

        Aunt Bertha came back with a cup of tea and handed it to Frisk. "Here you go, sweet seat. Drink up! *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*" The font in the mumu made slurping noises with his mouth...he didn't have any tea.

        So this is what roofies taste like.

         Shut up Chara.

         After finishing their tea Aunt Bertha headed back to the "kitchen" to put away the cup.

        Frisk decided to look up their font on the FontSearch, but not before turning the volume off. They didn't want to make "Auntie" angry by scanning him without his permission...

        Aunt Bertha: The Inappropriate Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Verbal

    This Font has a habit of making the people around them feel uneasy using their words. For some reason although a Verbal Font, they lack the charisma and charm needed to persuade their victims into doing what they want. Most of what they wear and say is massively inappropriate earning them the nickname the "lonely Font."

    Using their font they can fool victims into thinking they are their Aunt for a small amount of time. By fooling their victims, Aunt Bertha can live with their chosen family for as long as nine months. When the family discovers that this Font has tricked them and Aunt Bertha discovers that they're aware, the Font will devour them after drugging them and move on to find a new family.

    Highly cheerful, it takes a lot to make this Font angry or depressed. Their sunny disposition is so intense it can almost seem fake, making the people around them feel uncomfortable. That being said, they are usually nonaggressive until they are found out.

    This Font can take on many different accents and seems to have a wide variety of inappropriate rhyming nicknames that they will use on anyone and everyone they come across regardless of whether or not they know the person. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font or have an Aunt whose name is Bertha AND is a little strange, call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY. You may very well be rooming with a dangerous creature.

    Extreme caution is advised.    

          Frisk put the FontSearch away.

         Good thing you turned that volume off or you'd be super dead right now...Frisk?

         "*Arf* *Arf!*"

         The small child didn't respond, they suddenly felt incredibly dizzy and light, it felt as if they had suddenly wound up on the moon or had caught a fever.

        FRISK!

        Frisk didn't answer, they fell to the ground and the world went black.

         KNOCK!

         KNOCK!

         KNOCK!

         Sometime later, Papyrus and Asriel arrived at the asylum, looking tired and annoyed.

        "They better be dying or dead."

        "Indeed."

        CREEEAK!

         "Hello there, hunk trunk! I'm so glad so many people have come to see ol' Auntie Bertha!"

        "What did you call me?"

        "That guy's wearing a dress Pappy."

        "I've gotten so many visitors today! Good thing this is a hotel or Aunt Bertha may not have room for all of you!"

        "We're not staying grandpa, we're just here to pick up Pappy's stupid friend."

        Aunt Bertha hugged Asriel and snuggled his fur.

        "AH! WHAT THE HELL?!"

        "Oh I'm sorry cushy tushy, it sounded like you needed a hug. You're so mmmmmmm soft! Would you two like some tea? I have some left over from awhile ago-"

        "Uhh...no, that's okay. Please let go."

        "Are you sure? It's scrumptious! *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* *slurp!*"

        "Uhh...w-we're merely looking for a friend of mine, we can't stay I'm afraid," said Papyrus looking at Asriel, disturbed.

        "Please let go."

        "Are you sure tough duff? The place is free you know, you can hardly call it a hotel..."

        "LET GO."

        "As nice as that sounds, we really are in a hurry," said Papyrus nervously putting his hands up.

        "Now where could you be going in a hurry at this time of night? I doubt it's worth traveling through a forest of Mimic Fonts. It would be devastating if anything were to happen to such mmmmm....sweet boys..."

        Asriel struggled to free himself from Aunt Bertha's arms.

        "Your concern is noted and appreciated, but I assure you it really is important that we leave as soon as possible."

        "LET GO OF ME!"

        "Oh, that's a shame. Ol' Auntie Bertha's heart is gonna break any moment now..."

        "UHH!" Asriel finally pulled himself free, stumbling backwards and almost falling down the stairs.

        "I'm sorry dear, but perhaps we'll visit again," said Papyrus petting Aunt Bertha's head.

        SLUURRRP!

         Aunt Bertha licked Papyrus's hand, coating his red glove in saliva.

        "............Thanks."

        I deserved that.

        Asriel glared at Aunt Bertha and looked around the corner of the doorframe, standing on his toes to get a better look inside the building. "Did an ugly kid with an ugly haircut stop by here? Yes or no?"

        "They sure did, yum bum! Brought in a puppy too! Ain't he just the sweetest lil' thing? So small..." Aunt Bertha held out his hands.

        "You're not holding anything," said Papyrus.

        "You're not using your imagination, loose caboose!"

        "LOOSE?!"

        THUMP!

        Papyrus immediately and without warning punched Aunt Bertha hard in the face, knocking him out cold and almost sending Sans to the ground with him.

        How dare he...

        Asriel looked down at them, confused. "What's 'loose' mean?"

        "Never you mind. Let's go," said Papyrus, adjusting his brother back on his shoulder, his eyes glowing.

        "Aww, come on! I wanna use it."

        "Not with me you don't."

        Papyrus scanned Aunt Bertha just in case he came across him again. He'd of blasted him to hell, but the idea of announcing his presence to the inhabitants of an asylum was not appealing in the slightest.

        "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

        Papyrus and Asriel jolted as a shrill shriek similar to that of a banshee resounded throughout the building.

        "Oh god! What IS that?!"

        "It's a friggen' Ghost Font."

        VOOSH!

        Asriel couldn't see anything, but he threw a fireball in the direction of the sound anyway. The area lit up as the fire hit a wall and quickly went out.

        "Way to almost burn the place down Asriel."

        "It's not our place! What are you complaining about?" Asriel threw two more fireballs in two other directions.

        VOOSH!

         VOOSH!

        "Don't bother, you can't kill them that way," said Papyrus climbing the stairs. "Besides, I'd like to find the Human before we burn anything."

        "Why?"

        "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

        Frowning at the unseen Font, Asriel joined Papyrus and looked down the brightly lit hallway. The atmosphere down there was completely different from the entrance and outside. The old dirty wooden floor after awhile gave way to a bright red carpet that looked brand new, and the peeling walls led to shiny wooden ones with carvings on the bottom. "Is this an asylum, or an actual hotel?"

        "Aunt Bertha said it was a hotel."

        "Aunt Bertha's a friggen' freak. I trust him about as far as a baby could throw him...which is not at all."

        "If you didn't like hugs you should've said something Asriel, nyeh heh heh heh!"

        "You know if you're still tired Pappy I could always knock you out and look for the brat myself..."

        "You'd have to jump awful high though, don't you think?"

        "I'm a goat, jumping is what I do."

        "Then kindly go jump off a bridge-"

        "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Ghost Font howled again, making Papyrus wince as the noise reverberated around in his skull.

        "mmm..pah...pap?"

        "Sans? Now look what you've done you wretched creature! You've awakened my brother!"

        Loathsome Ghost Fonts, I hate them!

        "Is Smiley gonna kill us?"

        Sans opened his eyes fully, looking around him in fascination.

        This place looks haunted as shit...and not with the kind of ghosts WE'RE accustomed to.

         The hell Pap? Why'd you bring me here?

        "No, it's too early for Sans to be up. Go back to sleep Brother."

        "i don't think that's a good idea. you need all the help you can get, or you won't stand a ghost of a chance."

        "................"

        "i can ho-tell you're not in the mood for puns."

        "We're gonna be with him all night aren't we?"

        "Yes."

        "isn't my font suppose to work on you? why don't you find me punny?"

        "Your eyes need to glow Brother."

        "Go back to sleep Smiley, you're already getting on my damn nerves..."

        "buttercup? heh ha ha! is that you?! you look like the world's most boring stuffed animal!"

        "Yeah? Well at least people can see all of me without having to look both ways."

        Idiot skeleton.

         How the hell is he gonna joke about my appearance when he looks like he pours mayonnaise on his aspirin?!  

        "I got Flowey a soul earlier. Somehow that means he's no longer a flower."

        "no kid-ding?"

        "Knock him out please. Pleeeease knock him out..."

        I don't want bacon grease on my FIST!

        "One, I wouldn't do that if you put a gun to my head. Two, I don't feel comfortable hitting him when he's not in cartoon form."

        Comic Sans was a difficult Font to predict, even stat wise. When asleep their HP and AT dropped to one, but when they awoke they changed. Depending on the amunt of buildup they'd accumulated while asleep, their AT and HP would be either high or low and they never stayed the same number for long. When they became too high THAT'S when Comic Sans would be considered a "Toon", because they would become a creature with HP so high they couldn't be destroyed and AT so high they could annihilate anything. They became an insane whirlwind of destruction and chaos that NOBODY knew how to stop...just like a cartoon.

        What really sucked was a Font's buildup could also rise with their temper and in Comic Sans' case, that meant they could turn Toon even AFTER waking up early if they became too angry.

        People tend to do things they later regret when they're upset. It's a good thing my brother's so difficult to anger and that's he's used to people hating his puns or Asriel would've already screwed us.

         I need to remember to talk about this with them both later, right now I need to focus on remembering to rescue the human.      

        "Be grateful he's releasing his font through puns and not a train," said Papyrus smiling.

        "A train would be less painful!"

        "no it whoo-den't."

        "UGH!"

        DUHDIN!

        The sound of a door closing grabbed the boy's attention as skeleton in a white suit walked down the hall to greet them. "Oh hello there! My name is Mr. Skinner. I'm sorry if I startled you. We don't get many visitors at this time of night-"

        "I thought this was a hotel?" said Asriel, irritated. He just wanted to go home at this point. He didn't want to deal with anymore skeletons.

        "Well...it is, but we ARE in an asylum building located in the middle of the forest lad."

        "Why make a hotel somewhere so far away from everyone?" asked Papyrus.

        Sans wandered off and around, looking in the nearby rooms.

        Oh my god Brother, are you serious?!

         You're not FIVE you can't get away with snooping around like that!

        "So lost travelers such as yourselves can find refuge from storms or just simply spend the night. It's your choice whether or not you wish to stay of course."

        "We don't. We want to get Trashbag's ugly friend and get the hell outta this dump."

        The Font smiled not in the least perturbed. "I'm afraid Aunt Bertha drugged them and put them in one of the rooms upstairs...I don't know why, but a lot of things Aunt Bertha does don't make sense. I could have sworn I heard a tea kettle downstairs, but I KNOW the cafeteria is on this floor..." said the skeleton scratching under his hat.

        "STAY OUT OF THE CAFETERIA SMILEY! YOU'RE ALREADY WEARING SLIPPERS, YOU WANNA GROW OUT OF THOSE TOO?"

        "I DON'T MIND! I'M PRETTY GOOD AT SEWING! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'D MAKE A WARMER PAIR ANYWAY!"

        "Settle down, this is not a place to play! Sans stay near me please."

        "kay' mom." Sans grinned and wandered back while the Font in white led them down the hallway explaining all their facilities he'd already seen. It was nice being able to walk around on his own again, but it made him sad that he had missed so much.

        It's because I'm Comic Sans again.

         He had spent most of his day drifting in and out of consciousness, trying to wake up and being unsuccessful. His clearest memory was of Flowey and Papyrus talking about his font and his second was unfortunately Aunt Bertha.

        Is this how it's going to be for the rest of my life?

         Am I going to spend at least seventeen hours a day dead to the world and the rest as a menace to everyone around me?

         Sans didn't see the video his brother and Flowey had watched, but the video audio from the FontSearch pretty much gave away what happened. A Font rang a doorbell, a human answered the door, the Font told a highly predictable joke...

        And the house and human got run over by a train somehow.

         The Comic Sans in the video didn't even care, he just laughed and made a joke...    

        Sans looked up at Papyrus, feeling sorry for him.

        He must be so scared of me...

        He wanted to say something...put his brother's fears to rest, but he didn't know what he COULD say. Besides, Papyrus wasn't paying attention to him, he was too busy glaring a hole in their guide's back.

        This Font's a damn liar.

         This isn't a hotel.

         "i'm surprised you're still open. isn't today a hall-liday?" asked Sans looking at his brother.

        Are you gonna be okay Pap?

        "Oh...wowie, it is Present Day now, isn't it?"

        Wait, IS it Present Day? I think we missed it actually...what day is it?

        Papyrus had actually completely forgotten.

        Did he get his brother a gift?

        He couldn't remember that either.

        "We're open every day my friend! Have been for over thirty years!"

        "are you okay pap? you look super depressed!"

        "That's quite impressive!" said Papyrus forcing a smile. He put his hands on his hips and peered into the cafeteria room. "How did you come to own this fine establishment? Surely you're not running an ILLEGAL business?"

        "papyrus..."

        The old Font placed both hands on his cane and laughed, amused with the skeleton's teasing. "Oh heavens no! This asylum has long since been abandoned by humans. I believe your friend is the first one we've had since opening. As I've said, they're upstairs. It's your choice if you want to collect them now or let them sleep."

        Human friend?

         Does he mean the kid?

        "Well they ARE still a child. Perhaps we should let them rest. Besides, I'd like to hear more about this hotel! It's not every day you find a place that allows Fonts." Papyrus looked into the laundry room and waved at a Font frantically throwing clothes into a washer.

        She didn't wave back, in fact she didn't even seem to see him.

        "It's true, sadly although the war is over and apologies were made, there is still racism in the world against our kind. I take pride in the fact that our establishment doesn't segregate. It's your choice though if you don't want to rest near a monster, human, or Font. Guest choose their own rooms here."

"Why didn't you turn it back into an asylum? What made you want to become an owner of a hotel? Asylums are needed too, you know. Seems like a lot of unnecessary work..."

        Sans looked up at his brother, nervous and skeptical of his behavior. Papyrus wasn't known to be lazy and he was asking a lot of questions that had nothing to do with his missing friend. Did he not care about the fact that the kid was drugged?

        What're you up to bro?

         Asriel was smiling slyly next to him silently. Apparently he knew something Sans didn't.

        Pleeease don't let it be something horrible... 

        "Well, my father passed the asylum down to me before he died and this place had a bad reputation at the time, so I thought I'd turn it into a hotel for lost travelers such as yourselves. It's your choice if you want to stay tonight as I've said."

        "Huh. You know for a thirty year old corpse, you're looking pretty good," said Papyrus grinning.

        ".............."

        "It's a compliment."

        Mr. Skinner didn't respond.

        "wow bro..." said Sans completely stunned.

        I keep forgetting how smart and sneaky Papyrus is...jesus..

         He was proud of his brother, but he had to admit, it was scary that he ALSO fell for Papyrus's trick. It made Sans wonder what his brother could fool HIM into doing or thinking...not that he didn't trust Papyrus...

         "HA! You just got PWNED!" exclaimed Asriel with a fist pump. "Didja' see that Smiley? THAT'S how a master of manipulation works!"

        "You don't mind if I scan you do ya'?" Papyrus took out his FontSearch.

        "It's your choice."

        Your Bloody Choice: The Option Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Verbal

    Charming and witty, this Font tends to befriend their victims earning them the nickname the "Sadistic Font." They have a habit of tricking the people they've befriended into making choices that ultimately lead to their demise regardless of what species they are. Needless to say trusting this Font is difficult and unwise.

    The choices made although always leading to death are varied and unique depending on the Font. One may have their victim make choices that ruin them emotionally and another may have choices that lead to physical harm. That being said, they are more than proficient in trap setting and can turn an entire room into a death cage in as little as three hours.

    They prefer to dress like Englishmen and woman and speak in British accents indifferent to whether or not they were born and raised on a different continent or how stereotypical they look/act. They will practice British customs and they have an affinity for tea of all kinds. It is rare to see this Font lose their composure in any situation.

    A good way to spot this Font is to listen to them while they speak. They tend to use the phrase "it's your choice" multiple times within a single conversation. Being a Verbal Font however, they do well at covering it up by prolonging their sentences or doing strange distracting gestures with their hands. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, stay where you are and contact your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

    Extreme caution is advised.

        "you're so cool pap. i didn't catch that at all!"

        "What do you have to say for yourself charlatan?" asked Papyrus playfully crossing his arms.

        "I say, good luck finding your little friend Papyrus."

        The tall skeleton lost his smile. "How do you know my name? I don't recall giving it to you."

        Then again my memory IS deteriorating faster and faster...

        "A certain foul-mouthed woman came by with a monster that looked a lot like that one. She screamed your name too many times to count-"

        Oh no.

        Papyrus grabbed the Font by his collar. "If Undyne or her Highness is found harmed you won't look as nice as you do now my friend..." His eyes began to glow, making Sans back up a tad.

        This is gonna get ugly isn't it?

         "Ohhhh, you're in troublllleee!"

        "Now now, let's try to act civil shall we? This is a professional establishment after all..."

        "I bet it still burns."

        Sans' sockets went dark and he began to sweat.

        Please don't burn the place down Papyrus...pleeease...

         "BURN IT PAPPY! BURN IT TO THE GROUND! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

        Sans looked at Asriel.

        "Now why would you want to burn the building down?" asked Choice. "There are so many people in here...more than you know! Ho ho ho!"

        "Tell me where they are."

        "Hell, I imagine-AH!"

        CRACK!

        Sans winced and the Font screamed in pain as Papyrus snapped off one of his fingers.

        Damn bro!

         "AWESOME! Didja' SEE that Smiley?! He snapped his finger clean off!"

        "What are you imagining now?" asked Papyrus smiling and dropping his finger to the floor.

        "I imagine you'll be paying for that short-GAHH!"

        CRACK!

         "And now?"

        "dude just talk already!"

        "I'm not telling you anything sava-AAHH!"

        CRACK!

         "Let me know when that changes, yes?"

        CRACK!

         CRACK!

         CRACK!

         "St-stop!" The man had now lost six fingers.

        CRACK!

         CRACK!

         "STOP!" yelled the Font falling to his knees. His sleeve was now drenched in blood. He had two fingers left.

         "c'mon bro, stop. let's just look for them ourselves. please?"

        BEFORE I lose yesterday's lunch?

         "You look upset..ohhh, I forgot, you don't like it when I kill people do you? That bothers you...?"

        "...a bit."

        Papyrus sighed and thought hard.

        "what's on your mind bro?"

        Is he gonna let em' go?

         "Hey Brother, what's a lazy skeleton's favorite type of food?"

        "i'm not hungry bro, i just wanna-"

        "Finger food."

        Sans struggled to keep the smile off his face, but he failed miserably. "really pap?"

        "Heard it before? Okay, okay, umm...a skeleton wakes up in a hospital and says 'doctor doctor, I can't feel my legs!'"

        "papyrus, no."

        "And the doctor goes 'yeah I know, I amputated your arms!'"

        "that doesn't even work, he still-"

        CRACK!

         "AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Choice screamed in pain as Papyrus broke his arm.

        "Okay, there we go-"

        "YOU FREAKING PSYCHOPATH!"

        "br-bro sta ha ha ha ha ha!" Sans burst out laughing, feeling amused and ashamed all at once. Asriel laughed right along with him, his night was starting to look up!

        "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"

        "Hey Sans, how do you think Choice feels about these jokes?"

        "bro se-seriously! this is..."

        Wrong.

         Messed up.

        CRACK!

         "AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

        "Personally I don't think he can stand them. Nyeh heh ha ha ha ha!"

        Sans laughed at his brother's messed up joke, hating himself and his font.

         I shouldn't find this funny. WHY do I find this funny?!

        "I like hanging out with you Sans, this is fun."

        "Pl-please..."

        "i don't heh heh hee hee! i don't think he knows anything pap! we should just go look for undyne ourselves, don't ya' think?"

        "No no! Break his spine! BREAK HIS SPINE PAPPY!" cried Asriel smiling madly.

        Papyrus looked down at the bleeding skeleton with a giant grin. "Should I or should I not? It's your choice...NYEH HEH HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

        "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! ALL I KNOW IS SHE WAS GRABBED BY A FONT! THAT'S ALL I SWEAR!"

        "Oh, oh dear, he's telling the truth. I am so sorry-"

        "SORRY?! I'M GONNA SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE IN A WHEELCHAIR!"

        "No you're not."

        BLOOSH!

Chapter Text

Chapter Ten:

Mad House

           "LET ME OUT!"

        THUMP!

         THUMP!

         THUMP!

         Undyne kicked the door to her room three more times, but it refused to budge.

        I don't get it, I can suplex boulders but I can't kick down a door?!

         The door looked as ordinary as any other. It was made of wood, had a doorframe, and the knob was gold colored and round. Undyne had kicked down a lot of doors like this in her day, but this one was different...somehow.

         "ARRRAAHHH!"

        THUMP!

         THUMP!

         THUMP!

         THUMP!

         She had been at this for hours...at least that's what it felt like. She and Toriel hadn't gone two steps beyond the stairs when a scream startled the queen and sent her tumbling down the stairs. Before Undyne could react, SOMETHING grabbed her and pulled her into...this place. She had scanned them before the door slammed shut, locking her in and the information had probably saved her life.

        Nobody's Home: The Vacant Room Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Dimensional

    This Font resides only in rooms that have been abandoned for a long time and then restored. They drag victims into the room they've chosen, posses the room, and then alter the surroundings in order to drive their victims to madness and eventually suicide.

    Breakthroughs in FontSearch design has allowed people to somewhat study the inside of a Dimensional Fonts home including this one. Nobody's Home has full control over the room they chose and can make objects in the room appear in different places or alter their appearance into something truly grotesque. Doors are reported to have seemed completely locked, unbreakable, missing, and even alive. This Font swallows up all sound and when the room is visited by others while occupied, it looks as if the room is empty.

    FontSearches are designed to send out a strong signal that is immediately sent to the Capture Facility in the event that it picks up any sort of strange interference, saving the lives of many from this Dimensional Font as well as many others. If you are trapped in Nobody's Home's dimension or any other, stay put and eventually you will be rescued.

    It is recommended that you do not look around the room or interact with any of the objects inside. There have been reports of rescued victims claiming to have been bitten by furniture only to find out that they themselves are responsible for the bite marks. Some have cut off their limbs claiming it was the Font's doing and some have even torn out their eyes to avoid looking at the room and/or its contents.       

Extreme caution is advised.

    "LET ME OUT!"

        THUMP!

         THUMP!

         THUMP!

        It didn't make any sense. Even if this WAS a Dimensional Font and she WAS in another dimension the place it chose was an ordinary room! She knew where the door was in real life, she had seen it close and hadn't stopped looking at it since, so why didn't the REAL door in the REAL world break if she was kicking it? She was real wasn't she? Her mind was just under someone else's control!

        Or did she make a mistake somewhere?

        Stupid nerd CRAP!

        Undyne went to give the door one more kick, when suddenly it roared at her.

         "GRRRAAHHH!"

        "AAAHHHHH!" Undyne screamed as the doorframe grew teeth around the inside and the door turned into a huge wet gaping mouth. An eye opened up in the middle of the doorknob and fell off, landing and rolling near her feet.

        "GRRRRAAHHHHH!" The door's teeth closed like a jagged elevator door over and over again. Looking at its gnashing jaws made her feel like she was being pulled in. She stumbled back, falling over a coffee table that shouldn't have been in an asylum patient's room.

        "GRRRAAAAHHH!" The door seemed to be moving toward her somehow, getting closer and closer.

        "Ow!" Undyne cried out sharply as her fingers got pinch between the floor and...the wall?

        "What...the hell?"

        GROOOOOOMM!

         Tables and furniture started to slide towards the door as well, knocking over the things resting on top of them as the wall pushed against them.

        I'm not being sucked in...

         The wall's pushing me forward!

         "GRRRAAAAHHHHH!"

        SCRRRUNCH!

         The wooden coffee table in front of Undyne met the door's sharp teeth and was crunched to splinters. The captain threw a spear at the door, but it seemed to evaporate on contact with its mouth.

        My attacks don't work!

        SLURRIMP!

         The door licked it's lips with a long pink tongue as Undyne's feet drew near. She drew them up as far as they would go screaming at the top of her lungs.

        This is it.

         I'm gonna get eaten.

         I'm gonna get eaten by a god damn door.

         SLURRRRRRRRIM!

         The door's pink tongue shot out and lapped at Undyne's face.

        "EW! EWW! GOD NO!" She turned her head away from the slimy appendage as it coated her in warm saliva from her head to her stomach. "UGHHH!"

        The doorknob seemed to grin at her even though it had no mouth.

        Sick bastard.

         Hold on...is that the FONT watching me?

         Summoning a spear, Undyne used it to roll the doorknob over to her. The eye in the middle of it blinked at her curiously.

        This room is made from that Font's imagination right? If I make something look painful, will it hurt them?

         Undyne touched the eye lightly with her finger, the eye closed automatically in response.

        Because that's what eyes do and the Font knows that.

        The captain forced the eyelid open with one hand and placed a finger on the knob' eye with the other, tracing a circle around the cornea and scratching it slightly with her nail. The walls stopped pushing her towards the door and the furniture seemed to cave in on itself slightly, almost as if the room were scrunching itself up in disgust. She continued making circles until the eye turned red and the room began to throw things at her.

        "You don't like that do ya'? Heh heh ha ha! Does this bother you? It DOES doesn't it?"

         Hee hee hee hee hee!

         What if I did something gross?

         Undyne took the doorknob and keeping the eye in the middle open, dragged her tongue slowly up the middle. The room threw a lamp at her and she blocked it with her spear, shattering it into a million pieces. Wrapping her lips around the eye, she began to suck on it making horrible sucking and slurping sounds.

        The eye disappeared and Undyne was left holding an ordinary doorknob covered in her saliva.

        Where'd it go?

         It has to be somewhere.

         It can't do anything if it can't see me.

         What in the room has eyes?

         Undyne scanned the area looking for anything out of place, but couldn't find anything.

        Where is it?!

         I need to find it!

         "AAAAHH!" The captain screamed as the old kilim rug she was standing on suddenly pulled from under her, sending her to the floor on her back. "Ugh..."

        SHING!

         The rug rose up like a snake, looming over her while the threads at the end of it became sharp and pointed, like needles.

        "HAH!"

        CRRRUUCH!

         Undyne rolled out of the way as the kilim rug came down, piercing the wooden floor where she had lay and pulling back up. She was glad the coffee table was gone or she would be.

        Where is it?!

         Where's the eye?!

         WHERE?!

         Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Undyne used her spear to pin the rug to the ground while she searched. It was a good thing the light was so good in here, finding the Font's eye would be impossible in the dark.

        Wait...the dark!

         Smiling Undyne looked up at the light bulb above her head.

        In the middle of it, was an eye.

        "Found you. Heh heh heh..."

        The eye vanished and went elsewhere.

        "Ha ha! I know your trick now! It doesn't matter where you go. I'll find you. I'll ALWAYS find you..."

        This time the eye was on a piece of glass that had come from the lamp. She picked it up and dragged her tongue across it multiple times until it disappeared and showed up somewhere else.

        "Heh heh ha ha ha! Where are you now? Could you beeee in one of these books? No? Well then how about..."

        Undyne found the eye under one of the chairs in the room and attacked it with her tongue. "You can't run from me! HA HA HA HA HA!" The eye hid again and again she found it."You're DONE, can you not SEE that?! I BEAT you! GIVE IT UP!"

        The eye hid in the lampshade this time and Undyne found it almost immediately. She attacked it with her tongue relentlessly. "YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME IDIOT! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! I'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU! I'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU!"

        The eye hid, and Undyne found it. It hid again and again it was found. One, two, three more times she found and licked the eye. "GIVE UP PUNK! I KNOW ALL YOUR HIDING PLACES NOW! HA HA HA! I KNOW THEM ALLL! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

        Over and over again the process repeated itself. Over and over and over...

        "I KNOW THEM ALL! HA HA HA HA! I KNOW THEM ALL! I KNOW THEM ALL! HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

        "Mommy? Where you be Mommy? Baby misses you!"

        "Hey, Goat-Bitch! Where are you?"

        ZZZRRRR ZZZRR ZZZZZRRRR!

         Bloodthirsty and Blood Blocks both looked up at the lights flickering on and off above them.

        "Is it gonna get dark? I don't wike the dark..."

        "Ark," said Ball N' Chain sucking on her hand.

        ZZZRRRR ZZZRR ZZZZZRRRR!

         "Goat-Mom? MOM WHERE ARE YOU?!"

        "Would you keep it down?! Some of us are trying to work here, you inconsiderate brat!"

        A Font in a doctor's robe glared at the children from above a privacy curtain wearing bifocals.

        "We're looking for our mom-"

        "She isn't here! Go to bed at once!"

        "Mr. Skinner said she'd be here!"

        "What the dickens are you talking about?! I'M Mr. Skinner! Doctor Skinner to be precise!"

        "But that guy in the top hat-"

        "Is a liar and a scoundrel! Did that good for nothing use my name again?! Blasted limey..." The doctor walked out from behind the curtain, taking off his latex gloves quickly and roughly throwing them on the counter. "I'll teach him to ruin my good name..." mumbled Mr. Skinner.

        WOOP WOOP!

         Mr. Skinner stormed out of the Hospital Wing angrily throwing open the double doors and causing them to swing back and forth before coming to a stop.

        That guy's clothes...

        "Mommy not here?"

        "Let's..take a look around."

        What the hell was that brown doctor's robe made of?!

        Bloodthirsty walked behind the curtain the doctor had been working behind and put a hand to his mouth.

        On the table lay a skinned puppy.

        "EAAAAHHHHAAA!" Blood Blocks wailed upon seeing the dead puppy on the table.

        "What the fffuuhhh..."

        SKRREEKICHI!

         Bloodthirsty's mouth fell open as the puppy lifted his head, his sticky muscles slowly peeling themselves from the table, and turned to look at them, sadness and despair seemed to fill the small creature's eyes.

        "*Whimper*"

        "*Gasp* Puppy okay! Look baby, puppy okay!"

        Blood Blocks smile faded as the small dog peeled himself completely from the operating table and growled deep in his throat.

        "*Grrrrr...*"

        "Puppy? Why you growl?"

        Bloodthirsty slowly put Blood Blocks and Ball N' Chain down, on the counter next to him, backing up as the puppy bared his teeth and crouched down to pounce. "Stay there...don't move."

        "Kay'."

        "*GRRRRRAAHH!*" The puppy let out a loud noise that sounded neither Font, human, monster, OR dog.

        What the hell did that freak do to this thing?!

         "*GRRRRAARRRFFF!*" The puppy leaped at Bloodthirsty, his eyes locked on the boy's throat.

        "HAH!"

        "*YIP!*"

        Panicked, Bloodthirsty threw a punch at the pup knocking it hard into the wall behind the operating table. Blood splattered against the wallpaper and dripped upon the floor.

        But Frisk's dog wasn't fazed in the slightest.

        "*GRRRARF!* *GRRRAAAARF!*"

        "Shit!"

        "*GRRRARF!* *GRRRAAAARF!* *GRRARF!*" The dog raced towards Bloodthirsty with the speed of a rocket car.

        "NO PUPPY, BAD!"

        "*GRRRARF!*"

        "AAAHHHH!" Bloodthirsty cried out in pain as the pup's teeth locked around his ankle and pulled with amazing strength, sending the boy spiraling to the floor.

        "GET OFF ME!" yelled Bloodthirsty kicking at the dog.

        "*GRARF!* *GRARRF!* *GRRR!*" the puppy shook his head viciously, biting through the Font's ankle bone a little at a time, slowly crunching it to splinters.

        "AAUGH! STOP! HELP!"

        "YOU STOP IT PUPPY!"

        CRASH!

         Blood Blocks picked up a glass jar of...something..and threw it down on the dog. The jar hit and shattered, spilling its contents onto the creature.

        "*Yip!* *Yip!*" The puppy whined sharply as his body began to sizzle.

        Was that...?

         "*Whimper* *Whimper*" The pup whimpered as his muscle began to melt from his bones, sliding off onto the floor or dissolving completely.

        Acid?!

         The dog shook himself desperate to get the searing liquid off and then ran away somewhere unknown.

        "Thanks, Blocks."

        "Ha ha! Baby wins!" cried Blood Blocks throwing their hands in the air. Ball N' Chain copied them.

        What the hell WAS that?

        Skinner: The Carving Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Physical

    As their name implies, Skinner enjoys skinning various living creatures, including plants and even trees. They do this by paralyzing their victim with a special scalpel made from ectoplasm, any attempt to remove the scalpel is met with extreme violence. The ectoplasm it is laced with not only paralyzes the victim but it also keeps them alive and immune to disease, viruses, bacteria, and infection by applying a seal over the exposed muscle.

    The seal is destructible, but it seems to grant creatures the ability to mutate into Fonts with the exception of plants and trees after a short period of time. The creatures exposed to this seal often become aggressive for seemingly unknown reasons, however that is the only active trait they share. Symptoms for each creature differ, some becoming mute, deaf, or blind. Other stranger symptoms have included an increase or decrease in intellect, change in dietary habits, changes in growth and speech patterns, and changes in gender.

    This Font although a wonderful carver, is not suitable for any jobs due to their intense and frequent compulsion to skin living things and high level of aggression. They will also not refer to dress code and will only wear the skins of creatures they have carved.

    Incredibly arrogant and twice as proud, they refuse to work with amateurs and become easily irritated when ignored. They will not live in a house furnished by others unless they absolutely have to, preferring instead to build their own out of whoever they happen to find. They enjoy being surrounded by their work and will fish for compliments whenever the opportunity arises. If you or a friend think you have seen this Font, stay where you are and contact your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

    Extreme caution is advised.

          That puppy's a Font now?

         That means it's probably still alive.  

        Picking up the babies, Bloodthirsty continued on as fast as he could, limping slightly. His ankle bone hurt like hell and probably looked like it too, but he knew it would heal in a minute or so.

        Thank god I'm a Physical type. 

        The Hospital Wing had rows a upon rows of beds, some clean and some bloody, all of them empty...

        Except for one.

        "MOMMY!"

        Blood Blocks smiled and reached out for their mama.

        Toriel lay unconscious in bed, a bandage wrapped around her head. She didn't stir.

        Blood Blocks wiggled in their brother's grip until he got the message and put them down on the bed. They crawled on top of Toriel's chest and put their hands on her face. "Wake up Mommy! Baby wishes to go home now."

        "................"

        "Errrrrmmmm!" The baby bones lifted up one of her floppy ears. "WAKE UP MOMMY! BABY WANT TO GO HOME!"

        "AAAAHHH!" Toriel woke with a start and sat up, making Blood Blocks roll backwards. Her eyes lit up and filled with tears when she saw her little baby safe and sound.

        "Broken Baby! Oh my goodness! *smooch* Are you alright?"

        "Of course they are. I friggen' said I'd take care of them!"

        "You were suppose to bring them home!"

        "I can't. read. your mind. FUCKING TELL ME NEXT TIME!"

        "Ahwa wa!" Ball N' Chain flailed her arms about happily. She could feel all the love in the room.

        "*Gasp!* Is that another baby?!"

        "Yep! It's my baby!"

        "YOUR baby?"

        "Broken Baby's Font changed. They're Blood Blocks now. They can turn people into babies randomly."

        "Blood...Blocks?"

        "A lady twied to teach me how to be Santa and help all the babies, but now I MAKES the babies!" said Blood Blocks proudly.

        "Good for you! I think..."

        "It's really not. If you get turned into a baby on accident, you'll lose all your memories and turn two."

        "Does it wear off?"

        "How should I know? Do I look like an FontSearch to you?"

        Toriel looked at the Ball N' Chain's clothing curiously.

        Such a strange outfit...is the baby a gypsy?

        "Can my baby come live with us?"

        Blood Blocks voice snapped Toriel out of her thoughts. "I suppose...that's a lot of children though..."

        ZZZRR! ZZZRRRR! ZZZZZZRR!

         The electricity started going off and on again.

        "Oh my, that can't be good for the patients on life support..."

        "This ain't a place where people get better Mom. We need to leave and find Undyne."

        "Oh dear, Undyne!" cried Toriel putting her hands to her mouth. "I hope she's okay...she'd never leave my side willingly! Not with all these Fonts around!"

        The children and their mother held hands and began to leave the Hospital Ward as quickly as they could, looking at the lights nervously all the while.

        "Where are you off to Ma'am?"

        Toriel stopped and turned to see a doctor in a closed white doctor's coat behind her, obviously a Font. Not a trace of skin was left on his bones.

        "You shouldn't be out of bed! Your wound hasn't healed yet..."

        "I'll be fine. Thank you for your help," said Toriel bowing politely.

        "Are you a doctor?"

        "Well...no-"

        "Then you really don't know what you're talking about do you?"

        Toriel frowned, a bit taken aback by his rudeness. "All I did was hit my head-"

        "Head wounds can be very serious Ma'am. That is where your brain is after all. You do have a brain don't you?"

        "Of course I do!"

        "Then get back in bed."

        "Absolutely not! Who do you think you are exactly?!"

        The doctor adjusted his black tie and stood proudly, puffing out his chest. "I am Doctor Flatline. Finest doctor in Ebott Acres if not the world!"

        "A rather unfortunate name for a doctor...wouldn't you agree Brother?" Papyrus and Sans walked through the double doors with Asriel close behind them.

        "i like it, it's funny," said Sans smiling nervously. He still wasn't over what Papyrus had done to that skeleton back there.

        My little bro's the anti-christ...

        "My name is not funny! Don't you dare disrespect me you uncouth lout! I am the finest doctor here and more educated than you'll EVER be-"

  Flatline: The Failing Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Physical

    Banned from most hospital positions, Flatline is a terrible doctor who always seems to be the cause of their patients deaths.

    "TURN THAT OFF!"    

     For some reason, despite their many failures in the medical field, they are under the constant illusion of being the best doctor in the world. No matter how many bodies pile up or how many insults are tossed their way, they continue to believe they are the best of the best when it comes to surgery and everything else related to medicine-

    SHWHOO!

         Sans dodged just in time to avoid having a scalpel lodged in his skull.

        "you mad bro?"

        "I'LL SHOW YOU MAD!"

        THURMP!

         THUMP!

         "pap!"

        Papyrus fell to the ground as Doctor Skinner slammed his fist into the back of his skull.

        "PAPYRUS!"

        "Nobody move, or I'll slit this child's throat!"

        "Aww...weak," whined Asriel as the doctor pressed a scalpel against his neck.

        This wouldn't of happened if I were still a flower...

        "damn it asriel..."

        "ASRIEL?!"

        "Shut up Smiley."

        "Both of you shut up! Come with me NOW!" said Doctor Skinner fiercely.

        "hey uh buddy, are you wearing skin?"

        "This is such bullshit..."

        "I said shut up brat! Do you want me to cut your throat?!"

        "because it really looks like you're wearing human skin."

        "You'd be doing me a favor! This hotel SUCKS!" yelled the small goat monster.

        "I KNOW RIGHT? I'M A CUSTOMER DAMN IT! THIS PLACE IS BULLSHIT!"

        "kid's right. i am not having a good time right now," said Sans looking down at his slippers.

        What a place to wake up in.

         What was all that talk about keeping me safe bro?

         What happened to that?

        "I didn't even get any fucking room service! I was given a room which means I am a CUSTOMER and THIS is how you treat me?! FUCK THIS PLACE!" yelled Bloodthirsty, his eyes glowing.

        "YEAH! FUCK THIS PLACE!"

        "ASRIEL!"

        "SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!"

        "I WANT GO HOME!"

        "i want my money back."

        "WHERE'S YOUR MANAGER! YOU CAN'T THREATEN ME!"

        "SHUT THE-AGH!"

        Asriel headed butted the skeleton with the back of his head. "RUN YOU IDIOTS!"

        Everyone ran down the hallway and down the first flight of stairs as quickly as they could as the doctor's hurled scalpels at them from the balcony.

        SHWHOO!

         SHWHOO!

         SHWHOO!

         Reaching the first floor hallway they raced towards the last bit of stairs still dodging bone-scalpels. The doctors were hot on their heels.

        "How mu-*huff* further is it? I can't keep going for much longer my child..."

        "WE'RE ALMOST AT THE LAST SET OF STAIRS! PICK UP THE PACE TUBBY!" yelled Asriel angrily.

        "i'm literally right next to you."

        "I was obviously talking to my mom."

        SHWHOO!

         SHWHOO!

        Suddenly someone stepped right in front of their exit.

        "WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO, DELICIOUS BRITCHES?"

        "OH GOD! TAKE A RIGHT!" yelled Asriel to the group.

        "COME TO AUNTIE BERRRRTHAAAA!" The large skeleton in the mumu ran at them arms outstretched.

         SHWHOO!

         SHWHOO!

        "UGH!" Bloodthirsty gripped his arm as a scalpel sliced threw it.

        "EEEAAAHHHH!"

        "BLOOD BLOCKS!"

        "DON'T WEAVE THE BABY!"

        "BLOODTHIRSTY GET BACK HERE!"

        "I DROPPED BLOOD BLOCKS!"

        "WAAAHHHHHH!"

        "WE CAN'T SAVE THEM! KEEP GOING!" screamed Asriel.

        "ARRGH! DAMN IT!" Closing his eyes tightly, Bloodthirsty reluctantly turned around and ran with the group into the theater.

        "THIRSTYYYYY!!!"

        "DON'T WORRY DEAR REAR, AUNTIE BERTHA WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU!"

        "EEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Blood Blocks stood up.

        And ran.

        "WAIT FOR DA' BABYYYY!" shrieked Blood Blocks running as fast as their little legs could carry them.

        "Oh my gosh they're walking! Bloodthirsty, they're walking!"

        "GAWK LATER, CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!!"

        As soon as Blood Blocks made it inside everyone held the door closed with their weight and the theater lights came on.

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Chapter Eleven:

Welcome To The Family!

*Snrk!*

"ZZZZZ..."

"Hmmm...hm..hmm..."

Heh heh ha ha ha!

"...Hm?"

"Hmm... ..."

HA HA HA HA HA HA!

"!"

"Oh. You're awake."

"..."

"You probably want me off your chest huh?"

"..."

The Font that had been sitting on Frisk's chest got off.

HEH HEH HA HA HA HA!

What are you laughing about?

No-nothing...nothing...

Frisk took out their FontSearch.

Ink And Bones: The Tattoo Font

Attribute: Horror

Type: Physical

Ink And Bones is infamous for giving heavy sleepers tattoos in their sleep.

Frisk looked expressionlessly at Ink And Bones.

The skeleton was currently putting something away.

Something that looked like a needle.

Heh heh ha ha ha ha!

"..."

Their font allows them to temporarily numb their sleeping victim and render them helpless as they work. This ability is also used to catch their food.

Frisk equipped the frying pan.

They are wonderful artists, but for some reason although they'd do well as painters, drawers, or even tattoo artists, they prefer to only work on sleeping people. It is believed that this is because they are extremely self-conscious about their work-

FLOOSH!

The skeleton turned to dust and Frisk checked their reflection in the vanity, each of their eyebrows had a word tattooed above it in what looked like Gigi font.

"..."

THUG LIFE

"..."

HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Pulling up their sleeves, they prepared to beat Chara to death...then they realized they had more tattoos on their hands.

On their right knuckles was the word "MERCY" and on the left knuckles it said "DEATH." The front of their hands said "ANGEL OF"

You get it?

I'm left handed so I'm the Angel of Death and you-

Fuck off Chara, I know you gave them the idea.

Maybe you should stay Determined while you sleep...

I was DRUGGED!

And yet I was able to wake up long enough to put in a few requests...

I hate you, and these are getting removed.

Check your chest! Pfft! They got that too! It's so awesome! HA HA HA HA HA!

Frisk unzipped their jacket.

ONLY GOD WILL JUDGE ME

"REALLY?!"

Let's show Sans that one! Please?

No.

C'mon it'll be funny!

...One time.

YES!

Chara pumped their fist in the air excited.

Frisk smiled inwardly and prepared to zip up their jacket. What Chara did was messed up, but it WAS a good prank and they knew if they had switched places, they prooobably would have done the same exact thing.

Leave the jacket open, it'll distract whatever Fonts we come across.

The child obeyed knowing they were right. They personally hated shirts with sayings and hard to read tattoos, they always felt they needed to read them. It was sort of like a challenge; read the shirt/tattoo while trying to pay attention to what the person was saying and respond correctly.

If any Font tried that while fighting though, they'd be done.

Good idea Chara.

What are partners for?

Frisk looked around the room they were in. It looked...weird. Not like a room they'd find in an asylum that was for sure. If it weren't for being able to see the Ebott Acres sign from the window, they'd swear they were in house.

Leaving the bedroom, they walked around a corner to see another one with a kid-sized bed and a creepy crib that looked like it had been abandoned for ages. Papers littered the floor and crayons were scattered everywhere, some broken and some so old they couldn't read the labels on them.

Messy little brats aren't they?

They left walked past the room and into what looked like a living room, voices where coming from upstairs.

"Dis one!"

"That seed's ugly."

"You's ugly!"

"Girls that's enough."

We must be right below the roof.

Sounds like they're planting a garden.

Let's not disturb them, the door's right there. Let's just go.

Frisk opened the door to leave and gasped in surprise as a Font stood in front of them holding groceries. She got surprised too and spilled them all onto the floor.

"Uh ho, sorry!"

The skeleton smiled. "It's okay sweetheart. Why aren't you with your sisters helping with the garden?"

Another psycho...play along so we can leave later.

"I heard your footsteps outside...I wanted to help put the groceries away..."

"Oh sweetie!" The woman kissed Frisk's forehead. "Mummy can do that on her own. Go help your sisters and aunt!" She patted Frisk on the rear and they went up stairs to the roof like a good child.

The kitchen's right next to the door...weird. Look at this place, the freaking living room and kitchen aren't separated by anything but tile and carpet..it's like a house some amateur built in the Sims!

Maybe my puppy's on the roof, playing with everyone...

"Who dat?" asked a baby noticing Frisk climb up onto the roof.

"That's the newest member of our family Seed! Go say hi!"

Frisk squat down as the baby bones in a dark blue sundress waddled over to greet them...at least they thought she was a baby bones. She looked human to the point where the only thing weird about her was her name.

"Hi, I's Bad Seed. Will you helps plant the garden wit me?" The baby didn't wait for a response, she took Frisk's finger and waddled over to the garden, plopping down in the soil. Her hands, dress, and diaper were covered in dirt, the only spotless piece of clothing she had was MAYBE the black bow in her hair.

A little girl covered in dry blood got up next and hugged Frisk, smiling happily up at them.

As she sat down next to her baby sister, Frisk saw that her yellow dress was also splotched with dry blood and had a huge claw mark scratched across the back exposing her spine.

Was she mauled by a friggen' bear?

Be nice to my sister.

"Uhhh Spiral...your name?"

"Spiral!"

"Good girl," said a skeleton woman smoothing back the little girl's long brown hair that apparently was just fine.

How come everything but her hair is gone?

I don't know Partner, my Horror friends were all guys. I guess girl skeletons don't lose their hair or something.

"My name is Mrs. Monster, but you can call me Aunt Monster. I'm sure you've met the man of the house and *sigh* Aunt Bertha?"

"You don't seem to like Aunt Bertha."

"No one likes Aunt Bertha child...no one."

The woman made a hole with her hand in the soil and then wiped it off on her blue jeans. "C'mere, kiddo. Pick a seed that looks neat."

"Noooo! I's was gonna plant dis one!" The baby bones stomped her feet and held out a weird seed Frisk had never seen before to her aunt. They guessed however, that whatever grew from it would be horrible based on the baby's name.

"Settle down, I'm just having them pick a seed, you can plant yours first."

Oh good.

Bad Seed plopped back down in the dirt and scooched next to Frisk so she could put the seed in the hole. They noticed with a start that the baby had bruises around her neck, as if someone had strangled her.

She IS a Font! She must have died recently.

Who the hell strangles a baby?

People Frisk...people strangle babies.

...

Patting the soil with her little hand, Bad Seed's eyes began to glow purple.

"Watch this, it's super cool."

A sprout grew between Bad Seed's fingers and began to grow bigger.

Bad Seed: The Deadly Garden Font

Attribute: Horror

Type: Poison

A gardener by nature, Bad Seed can often be seen planting strange plants in the soil, most of which are either poisonous or carnivorous. They use these plants as traps to catch food for them over time and use the victims they don't eat as fertilizer.

Although the plants are usually hideous, the plants give off a sweet aroma that is irresistible to most humans, luring them to their demise. When the victim is close enough, the plant will paralyze them with a poison given to them by the Font during the seed stage. The poison is injected into the victim in various ways depending on the plant.

Bad Seed unfortunately never plants the same seeds twice making the studying of their plants difficult. Some claim that some of the carnivorous plants can be tamed while others claim they have seen the plants walking around. The plants live until Bad Seed decides to plant another seed, meaning only one can survive at a time. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, stay where you are and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

Extreme caution is advised.

GRRROOOOO!

FRISK LOOK OUT!

SHING SHING SHING!

Frisk dodged a barrage of thorns that the plant, now gigantic, had shot while growing. The tiny bulb began to grow bigger and bigger shooting more thorns as it outgrew them.

"..."

GRRRRAAAOOOO!

The plant was mostly green and purple, the bulb on its head still closed. The thorns stuck out of the thick beanstalk-like stem sharp and threatening.

"Look! Look what I's made Auntie!"

"Very good Seed!"

GRRRAAAAPPP!

The bulb twitched and opened up to reveal pink petals laced with purple veins. An eye opened up in the middle of the flower and stared at Frisk.

"That's so pretty!" said Spiral, her hands clasped together near her mouth. "It's almost as pretty as mine!"

"No! Mine's prettier!"

"..."

The aroma of the flower was just as enticing as the FontSearch said it was. Frisk had to tap into their Determination to keep from running up to the plant and biting into one of its peach-like petals; they imagined they were soft and leaked delicious juice.

"How come you no eat da' flower? Does it smell like doody? Did I do bad?" Bad Seed's eyes filled with tears.

Patting the baby bones on the head, Frisk forced themselves to go back downstairs.

What was that?

My baby sister was sad.

That's not your baby sister Partner.

"What a strange kid..."

"Mum? Bad Seed made a pretty flower!" said Frisk looking in the kitchen.

Mum?

"I'm coming sweetie!" The mother hurried down the hall and picked Frisk up who held their arms out to her. "Is it big?"

"Yep! It's big and it smells nice. Will you come see it with me?"

What are you doing Frisk?

"Of course I will! *smooch* We better get up there quick before someone takes your turn!" The Font carried Frisk back up the stairs to the roof smiling.

"Mama look! I did that!"

"Very good Seed! I'm so proud of you! You're so talented, just like your father! Where is he?"

"We don't know."

"*Sigh* That man..."

"Daddy's not here?"

Daddy?

That skeleton wasn't your daddy Frisk. Besides you killed him, remember?

Frisk didn't seem to hear Chara, their eyes were glazed over and their thoughts were too far away to hear.

"Where's your seed child?"

Frisk held out their seed.

What's wrong with you?! Don't plant that!

Frisk planted the seed.

"It's not doing anything."

"I got to water it and stuff," said Frisk looking for a watering can.

"You're apose to use your magic."

"I don't have any magic."

Bad Seed stared at Frisk not completely understanding. "No magic at alls?"

"Nope."

"Dat's sad."

"You wanna make it grow for me?"

"No, I's hungry. I wants to eat your face."

"BAD SEED!"

"I have a puppy, do you wanna eat the puppy?"

You're gonna let her eat your puppy...?

"No! Doggy's bad!" Bad Seed waddled to the stairs and crawled down, one step at a time.

"Don't scare your baby sister little one. Come, I'll make everyone some dinner, hopefully your deadbeat dad will come home tonight to see you."

Frisk nodded and took their mother's hand as they walked down the stairs. "What are we having Mum?"

"Same as yesterday sweetheart, people!"

Frisk smiled.

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Chapter Twelve:

In Your Smile the Terror of a Killer

           "Why aren't they trying to get in?" asked Bloodthirsty warily.

        "i don't know, but it's making me nervous as hell. what's in here that they don't wanna be around?"

        "........."

        Blood Blocks pulled on Toriel's robe. "Since I walked, can I has some scotchy pie?"

        Toriel didn't answer.

        "Whatever it is...it has to be worse than Aunt Bertha," said Asriel.

        "that's not funny."

        Blood Blocks climbed on top of the head of a theater seat. "There notin in here..."

        The theater was completely empty. Rows upon rows of red seats covered in dust and cobwebs could be seen stretching towards a big movie screen. Sans noticed with some discomfort that the seats had straps on the arms and the bottom legs.

        Had to be one bad movie if they had to strap in the people watching it.

         What were they doing in here?

         Probably something horrible...that's all my life's been recently since I found out Pap was a killer; one big goddamn horror movie with murder, and bodies, and blood, and dust...I bet the OTHER Sans' don't have to deal with this shit.

         They're probably just fighting the kid and NOT living in a Creepy Pasta...

         "Goat-Mom? You've been kinda quiet."

        "Yeah it's almost like you aren't happy to see me or something," said Asriel frowning.

        I bet there's a universe out there where me and Pap reach the surface and live with the kid like one big fucking family. Where the biggest concern I have is running into someone I hate at a PTA meeting somewhere...  

        "......."

        "Mommy?"

        With a shaky hand, Toriel took out her FontSearch and hit Scan.

        Terror Production: The Horror Movie Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Dimensional

    Terror Production is a dimensional Font that only resides in movie theater screens. When a victim wanders into their territory, this Font forces them to watch their worst fear on screen. The effect is suppose to cause madness and or suicide but alone Terror Production doesn't have much power at all as the movie only lasts as long as the projector's film.

    Ordinarily a Font with an ineffective means of capturing food would die out due to natural selection, but this particular Font has developed a symbiotic relationship with another Dimensional Font called Double Feature. Working together they are able to collect food more effectively and are much more dangerous.

    To avoid madness or self harm while in the two Dimensional Font's territory, keep your eyes away from the screen or close them and plug your ears. This will render both Fonts powerless until the Capture Facility can track your FontSearch.

    Extreme caution is advised.

    "Check Double Feature."

    Double Feature: The Repeating Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Dimensional

    Double Feature is a dimensional Font that only resides in movie projectors. When a victim wanders into their territory this Font will play a scene from whatever movie is in the projector at the time, over and over until the victim either goes mad or commits suicide. Unfortunately for this Font, people these days have taken film out of their projectors before closing time to avoid them, forcing Double Feature to find a new home which has led to many of them starving to death before being able to find and latch onto a new territory.

    In order to survive they have developed a symbiotic relationship with the Dimensional Font Terror Production. By working together Double Feature always has a movie to replay over and over and the movie Terror Production creates is more effective.

    To avoid madness or self harm while in the two Dimensional Font's territory, keep your eyes away from the screen or close them and plug your ears. This will render both Fonts powerless until the Capture Facility can track your FontSearch.

Extreme caution is advised.

    "well that's not so bad, just don't look at the screen and keep your ears plugged."

        "You should be more worried about your brother, Font..." said Flatline from behind the door.

        "you leave him alone pal, or we're gonna have problems."

        "Me? I don't even have your brother, Shock Therapy does. You can guess what he likes to do! HA HA HA HA HA!"

        ZZZRRRR! ZZRRR! ZZZZRRRRR!

         Sans looked up at the flickering lights in realization, icy cold terror and dread filling his chest.

        "Huh. I wondered why the lights were flickering like that," said Bloodthirsty.

        "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Sans banged his fist on the door, his eyes blazing blue.

        "S-sans..."

        Papyrus's voice, weak and frightened was suddenly heard somewhere in the theater.

        "bro?!"

        "Sa-sans...help..."

        ZZRRR! ZZZZRRRRR! ZZZRRRR!

         "NYEHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

        Sans turned around to see his brother on the movie screen screaming as electricity flowed through him.

        "PAPYRUS!"

        "DON'T LOOK AT THE SCREEN IDIOT!"

        Papyrus lay strapped down on a table with a metal device around his head, he shrieked as more electricity was sent through him.

        ZZRRR! ZZZRRRR! ZZZZRRRRR!

        "STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

        "IT'S NOT REAL SANS!"

        "S-sans...please...!"

        "papyrus..."

        Sans tried teleporting out of the room, but to no avail.

        "We're in another dimension Smiley, that won't work. Your font might work though-"

        Glowing his eyes, Sans tried teleporting again only to fail once more. "I DON'T KNOWN HOW TO USE IT!" yelled the small skeleton panicked.

        I don't know how to use my font! I don't know what to do!

        "SAHANS! NYEHAAAAAHHHHH!!"

        The lights flickered on and off wildly and Papyrus continued calling for his brother, screaming for him.

        "STOP! YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM! Your gonna kill him...your gonna kill him..."

        "BROTHER-HER! HEELLP! *sob*"

        He's gonna die.

         They're gonna kill him.

         He's gonna turn to dust right in front of me...

        Papyrus began to cry on screen. "Make it stop...make it stop...please..."

        i can't...i can't help, i don't know how to help.

         I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!

        "SANS PLEASE! I CA HA AAANT!"

        "...................."

        "Sans? HEY!" Bloodthirsty shook the small skeleton, but he didn't look away from the screen. He seemed to be in a trance, his eyes overflowing with tears.

        I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry bro...

        ZZZZRRRR! ZZZRRRR! ZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRR!

         This time Papyrus was shocked and he didn't get a reprieve. The electricity was not shut off this time and the lights in the theater went out.

        "papyrus...pappy..."

        Papyrus began to smoke and he stopped screaming. His body lay limp for awhile on the table before turning to dust.

        He's gone...

         "S-sans..."

        The movie began to replay again.

        VHOOSH!

         VHOOSH!

         Toriel threw two fire balls at the screen.

        If the Dimensional Font lives in the screen and I burn it...

         The screen began to catch fire and everyone watched it rise up...only to go out.

        "Damn it! It didn't fucking wor-"

        "You little bastard."

        "Huh?"

        Bloodthirsty suddenly saw his mom appear on screen talking to an exact copy of himself.

        "Do you know how much me and your father have suffered because of you? We can't leave you alone for TWO seconds, can we? You never let us have time to ourselves!"

        "............."

        "We can't trust you with anything! EVER! Not ever! I trust your FATHER more than you! How sad is that? That I can't trust my own fucking kid to watch after his baby sister?!"

        "Whatever."

        This isn't real.

        "Don't you whatever me you disrespectful little shit! You want to know why mommy and daddy fight all the time? TRUST! We can't beat the hell out of you without going to jail so we fight each other! I can trust him enough not to press charges! Your father and I? We are all each other has! We stay together so the other doesn't kill themselves!"

        "That's not my fault-"

        This isn't real.

        "IT IS YOUR FAULT! ME AND YOUR DAD USED TO BE HAPPY! We used to be happy...*sob*"

        Bloodthirsty watched his mom collapse to the kitchen floor crying.

        "He used to love me...he used to love me and now he hates me, because of you. He only stays with me because he's as scared as I am. We both want to get away from you, but then one of us will be stuck with you forever and we don't know who it will be...I'm scared, I'm so scared...all the time...what if it's me?"

        "............."

        "He's gonna leave me one day...he's gonna take a chance and leave me all alone with YOU! I-I can't...I can't...I don't want to."

        "*Sob*"

        "What did I do? What the did I do to deserve you? I WENT TO FUCKING CHURCH! I WAS BAPTISED! I'VE NEVER COMMITTED A CRIME IN MY LIFE! So...so...why...? Why are you here? What did I do wrong?"

        "I'm sorry mom-"

        "DON'T call me that! Don't TOUCH ME! Get away from me!"

        "I'm sorry!"

        "I don't...care. Just leave me alone."  

        Bloodthirsty hung his head crying, and the movie started over.

        The entire group was trapped in the same nightmare, unable to wake up.

        "I just wanted a soul, just one. Why wouldn't you let me have just one Dad? I told you I was dying!"

        "I'm a terrible mother...I haven't changed. I'm not even fit to be anyone's wife."

        Even Blood Blocks felt the effects as they watched all the big people ignore them or be mean to them. They watched the lady in fishnets toss them down a hole like garbage and watched themselves kick on all the doors in Snowdin, only to be left alone out in the snow. "EEEEAAAHHHH! NOBODY LOVES THE BAY-BEE!"

        The movies ended and then they replayed.

        Ended and replayed.

        Ended, replayed.

        "SAHANS! AAAAAHHHHH!"

        "DON'T call me that! Don't TOUCH ME! Get away from me!"

        Over and over they replayed, until everyone was wailing and sobbing themselves dry.

        Sans wasn't even watching the movie anymore. He stared at the ground completely despondent.

        This...this is the fourth time I've felt like this. In his room when I thought he had killed himself, in the lab when he actually did, and when I thought I was dying on our couch.

         I feel so numb...not even cold..just...

         just numb...

        Doctor Skinner knocked on the door. "Knock-knock! Don't worry it's just Doctor Skinner checking up on you all. How are you doing in there? I'm hearing a lot of crying. Heh heh ha ha ha..."

        Sans looked up, his eyes blazing. "you think this is funny?"

        "Hey, everyone's got their own sense of humor!"

        He thinks this is funny. He thinks misery is hilarious.

        Slowly, Sans began to smile. "they do, don't they? you like irony skinner?"

        Misery IS hilarious...

        "Irony? Like how a comedian cries himself to death because he can't take a joke? Yeah, I scanned you. Comic fucking Sans. The most self-loathing Font in the whole wide world. How are you not dead yet? Ha ha ha ha ha!"

        "the love and support of my brother," said Sans, his smile growing wider.

        "Heh heh ha ha ha ha ha!"

        "i'm getting the impression that you don't believe me. papyrus is nice...kinda."

        He's nice to me at least...or he was.

         He was probably nice to everyone before you people hurt him, twisted him into a sadistic murderer, killed him in more ways than one.

         I saw those videos...he was a sweet kid, creepy, but sweet. He coulda grown up to be anything he wanted, coulda had a happy childhood and a bright future, but you people took that from him.

         Heh heh Ha hA HA HA HA HA HA!

         He didn't even get a CHANCE!

         HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

         HE NEVER GOT A CHA HA HA HA!!

        "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Doctor Skinner turned red in the face. The smaller skeleton wasn't being funny, but for some reason he couldn't stop laughing all of a sudden.

        "are you okay? maybe you should take a breath. i'm not a doctor, but i hear air is good for ya'."

        Doctor Skinner tried to breath, but found that he couldn't. He was laughing too hard. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

        What the hell's going on?!

         I can't breathe!

        "i feel like you're not taking me very seriously...it's kinda hurting my feelings buddy..."

        "HA HA HA HA HA ST-STAH HA HA!" He couldn't breathe, he needed air, but he couldn't breathe! He desperately tried to push open the door, but he no longer had the strength. The rusted double doors wouldn't budge...especially with Sans leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

        I can't breathe!

         I can't breathe!

        Doctor Skinner continued to desperately push against the doors, doing anything and everything he could to get to Sans, to get him to stop, but it was like pressing against a brick wall. Eventually he slid to the ground, he felt lightheaded and he couldn't see straight.

        Someone...help me...

         Please, someone hear me!

        It hurts!

         I can't...

        "wow, is my font actually working now? i'm not even trying to be funny and i'm knocking you dead! are you actually gonna die?! no way!"

        The Font laughed and laughed and couldn't stop laughing. As his laughter became more severe, his voice gave out. Doctor Flatline had long since left to go find the puppy they had heard barking somewhere earlier. There was nobody there to hear him even if he could make a sound.

        He couldn't stand.

        He couldn't call for help.

        He couldn't even scream.

        Doctor Skinner's face turned from red to blue to purple, until finally he fell silent.

        "knock-knock! you alright buddy? how're you doing out there? no need to answer, just checking up on ya'."

        FLOOSH!

         "oh damn, did you just die from laughter?! i didn't even think that was possible!"

        There was no answer from beyond the door.

        CHACHINK!

         The sound of film breaking surprised Sans into turning around. "what the...?"

        The movie had stopped, all that showed was a white screen. The lights that had previously gone out came back on all at once and the group looked around them confused.

        "I-it stopped...oh my goodness, it stopped!"

        "i noticed. this place really does suck. the customers are rude and violent, the manager's an unhelpful liar-"

        "Sans?"

        "i was still watching that movie. who the hell is running the projector up there?"

        Toriel looked at Sans in confusion. A few minutes ago he was crying silently, as transfixed upon the horrors on the screen as everyone else, but now...now he was joking?

        What's going on?

         He was in tears a minute ago, and now he's...

         "THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM SANS?! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"

         The queen thought back to yesterday when Sans had fooled her into walking into the children's room she had made and locked her in. He had appeared as if from nowhere and he asked for a tour of her home, which of course she agreed to. He said it was cool how it resembled Asgore's and he had seemed so kind...

        But then he locked me inside and joked while I was yelling to be let out.

         He thought my screaming was funny...

         I thought he was just pretending to be cruel because he was afraid of his brother...that's why I forgave him.

         But he really thought it was funny...

         "relax kid, you know i'm pretty good with machines, used to be a scientist if you can believe it. i bet i can fix that projector no problem...assuming it's broken that is."

        WHAT?!  

        Toriel loved jokes as much as the next woman, she shared them with Sans every day, but there was a time and a place for jokes and this wasn't it. His jokes weren't even funny, they were distasteful and cruel. Everyone was extremely upset, but he was joking about wanting to continue their torture?!

        How is this situation funny?!

         This isn't funny!

        Toriel walked up to Sans wanting to give him a piece of her mind, but Asriel held her back by the arm.

        "Don't go near him," he whispered. "Something's wrong." The small goat monster looked at the comedian warily. Everyone in the room was depressed and not a smile was seen on anyone's face...except for Sans. His eyes were flaring bright blue, meaning he was angry, but his smile was wide, wild, and made Asriel feel more than a little uncomfortable.

        He looks like the Joker...

        An image of the skeleton with the train flashed through his mind and his uneasy quickly turned to terror.

        I know why the movie stopped.

         The doors of the theater swung open by themselves so forcefully, he was surprised they didn't come off their hinges.

        "oh hey the doors are open...why are they open? are you kicking us out?! i make one little complaint and your throw us ALL out?! i think i have the right to complain if i came to see a movie and it got cut short!" said Sans angrily, though he was still grinning madly. His voice didn't match his face at all...

        "Can we really just...leave? Why?" Bloodthirsty wiped the tears from his eyes and stared at the doors in disbelief.

        "I know why," said Asriel gravely.

        The Dimensional fonts are scared.

         They're scared of Comic Sans and they want him out of here.

         "i'm gonna go check the projector real quick, it's probably broken."

        "What?! Why?! Don't fucking fix that thing!" Bloodthirsty went to grab Sans but the skeleton had leaped up to the projector room.

        "Oooooh! He go high!"

        CRASH!

         Sans punched through the glass and climbed inside, as everyone covered their heads with their hands to avoid the raining shards.

        "HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!"

        The cartoon didn't answer.

        "I SAID DON'T FUCKING FIX IT! ARE YOU DEAF?!"

        "It's not broken," said Asriel. "Double Feature just stopped attacking."

        "Why though?"

        "Look up Comic Sans on your FontSearch."

        Everyone did as Asriel instructed.

        "Oh shit..."

        "He cartoon now? Like the bug wabbit?"

        "Yep. I don't know what happened, but something pissed Smiley off and caused enough of a buildup to-"

        CRASH!

         CLATTER!

         Before Asriel could finish his sentence, a projector flew out of a window above them and crashed into the ground beside them, sending shards of metal flying in every direction. Smoke and sparks erupted from the device, causing everyone to back up.

        "TOLD YA' IT WAS BROKEN!"

        "HEY JACKASS! YOU ALMOST HIT US!" yelled Bloodthirsty angrily.

         Sans jumped from the window and landed on the destroyed device, crushing it beneath his feet.

        "Shut up you idiot! Don't piss him off more than he already is!" whispered Asriel harshly.

        "But-"

        "He doesn't care! Cartoons don't care about people getting hurt! We need to leave NOW."

        "oh geeze, it's on fire!" Sans kicked the device HARD all the way down the aisle and into the screen.

        This time it really DID catch fire.

        "crap...i made things worse didn't i? i can't do anything right these days..." The small skeleton shook his head as if he were disappointed in himself.

        Terror Production quickly turned the sprinklers on to dowse themselves from the flames, but they shut off before a drizzle could even begin.

        "damn, that's unlucky. this place is unnn-safe. heh heh heh..."

        Repeated attempts to get the sprinklers started ended the same way. The screen and the Font quickly burned up and it wasn't long until the curtains caught fire...

        "EVERYONE GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!"

        "you're awful bossy asriel...i think i liked you better as a flower."

        "*Gasp!*" Asriel's eyes widened in horror as the world began to shrink and his hands turned into leaves. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

        "relax buttercup, you still have your soul-"

        "DID YOU JUST TURN ME BACK INTO A FUCKING FLOWER?!"

        "you have to admit, flowey's a cuter name then asriel-"

        "YOU PIECE OF GARBA-" Toriel grabbed Flowey and bolted out of the room, with Blood Blocks following close behind.

        "bye-bye wabbit person!" The baby waved at Sans, smiling.

        "see you soon kiddo!" said Sans snapping his fingers.

        The sprinklers turned on without incident.

Chapter Text

Chapter Thirteen:

Dark Humor

           "You know as soon as I'm free I'm going to tear your head off, yes?" Papyrus grinned up at the doctor who was currently trying to electrocute him. He had woken up with his hands and feet strapped tightly to a metal table, wearing a weird device around his skull. 

        "Why aren't you dead?!" asked the doctor incredulously. Doctor Shock Therapy looked at the dial on his Electroconvulsive Therapy machine. It was cranked all the way up, but it wouldn't work for some reason.

        How is this possible?

         Why won't it turn on?!

         "Give it up you fool. Your machine doesn't have the voltage to kill me anyway. You could use up all the power in this building and you'd still fail."

        "How?"

        "Because I'm not really here, you can't kill that which doesn't exist. I'm nothing but a mass of color with a will, a picture of a memory, burning to cinders, a shadow with a mind, destined to fade. YOU CAN'T KILL WHAT'S DEAD AND I AM JUST THAT! NYEH HEH HA HA HA!"

        ".......What the hell are you talking about?"

        Psycho...

        The doctor scratched his head in confusion; he just couldn't understand it. The machine was fine! The lights were not only on, but he had taken the device off the Font and electrocuted a rat he had found before putting it back on!

        Why does it work on everything but him?!

         "Are you blocking the electricity somehow?! What Font are you?!"

        "It doesn't matter, I've been exposed to this type of therapy since childhood. Every time I grew used to the shock, the voltage would be increased next time and another milestone would be created. I...can't remember when I surpassed four fifty," lied Papyrus.

        "You speak nonsense! That's not even how electroshock therapy works!"

        Yeah, as if ANY of you doctors know ANYTHING about the medical field. Just because you have the power, want, and need to electrocute someone doesn't mean you know everything about it, you fucking imbecile.

        "I don't know what's going on then. Maybe the gods want me alive, nyeh heh heh..."

        The doctor took out his FontSearch.

        "..............Ah Papyrus. You're that liar everyone hates."

        Papyrus smiled, closing his eyes. "Yeees, but at least I can go outside without worry!" He said cheerfully. "Silver lining!"

        "What...?"

        "I don't need a FontSearch to tell what Font YOU are. I don't know your name, but I can see the desperation in your sad, pitiful little eyes. You really want to kill someone via electrocution. That's probably your font acting up, correct?"

        "Shut up."

        "I thought so. You know, I may be hated, but at least I don't have to worry about people calling the Capture Facility every time I walk into a public place-"

        "I said shut up!"

        "Yeah, I know what you are you pathetic waste of space! You're one of those useless Fonts that do absolutely NOTHING for society! It's Fonts like you that made people want all of us DEAD!"

        "YOU GO TO HELL, PAPYRUS!"

        "Oh dear, don't tell me I hurt your feelings! Not that you don't deserve it. You deserve every bit of hate you get, because you don't WANT to change, you selfish-ACK!"

        Shock Therapy grabbed Papyrus by the neck. "You think I care about what you or anyone else thinks?! I will snap. your. NECK!"

        The Great Papyrus is brave.

        "Nyeh heh ha ha ha! You think I, the Great Papyrus, fear YOU? You are NOTHING! You are less than NOTHING! You were born a failure and you will DIE a failure!"

        "The only one who's going to die today is YOU!"

        "I will NE-VER fear trash like you and as soon as I get free, I'm going to show you what true terror IS; THAT I promise you!"

        "You can't do anything you stupid, cretin! You're strapped down and at MY mercy!"

        "Your mercy? NYEH HEH HA HA HA HA HA! You really don't think I can destroy you from here?! I just wanted to see if I could handle a few volts. That is the ONLY reason I haven't killed you! GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF ME BEFORE I MAKE AN ATTEMPT!!"

        "whoa look out, we got a badass over here! heh heh ha ha ha!"

        "Sans?!"

        The doctor looked up from Papyrus to see Sans smiling and laughing from the door way.

         "electroshock therapy huh? i admit my brother proobably needs it, but uh...that's a little dangerous without gloves, isn't it?"

        "Sans! You're okay!"

        Thank god...I think.

         Papyrus was happy to see his brother alive and well, but something didn't feel right. Sans LOOKED happy, but the Horror could feel the energy in the room and IT said otherwise. Despite his smile, his brother was PISSED.

        Nyeh heh heh heh, he looks like that other skeleton.

         .............................

         .............................

         Oh god.

         "Who are you?! Get out of here this instant!"

        Sans looked at the doctor in disbelief. "are you telling me this hospital doesn't allow visitors? how much worse IS this place-"

        "I SAID LEAVE!" shouted the doctor angrily.

        Sans stepped into the room.

        "If you take another step into this room, I will snap his neck! Do you understand me?! I will KILL him!"     

        "you'll die trying," said Sans smiling. "why you so mad anyway? you sound mad. are you mad?"

        Papyrus began to sweat. His brother was beginning to sound like him.

        A LOT like him.

        I can't move, but I don't want to use my wingdings in front of Sans!

         His attention does seem to be fixated on the doctor though...

        "YES I'M MAD! WHAT DO YOU THINK?!"

        "heh hey! me too!"

        Before Papyrus could process what was happening, a blue blur zoomed towards him and he found himself standing in Sans' place in a quarter of a second.

        Doctor Shock Therapy was in his.

        "Wha-what is this?!" The Font struggled on the table that had once held Papyrus, suddenly terrified. His hands and feet were now strapped down and he started to shake as he noticed the device in Sans' hands.

        "hey papyrus, how do you put this on? it looks complicated as hell!"

        "I couldn't hazard a guess."

        "L-let me go! Let me go right now o-or I'll...!"

        "hulp! got it. it goes on like...this!" Sans put the device on the skeleton's head grinning, proud that he had figured it out in so little time.

        "*sigh* now i have to figure THIS out." He fiddled with the knobs and switches in an attempt to turn the machine on while Papyrus watched.

        The taller skeleton slowly became more and more upset with his older brother's behavior with each minute that passed. Everyone knew the machine was already on, a toddler could tell just by the lights on the machine.

        Sans was just playing.

        "Pl-please...please don't..."

        "I thought you said you were mad? Electroshock Therapy is for mad patients. You obviously need my help."

        Something's wrong.

         This is wrong...

         That's not Sans' sense of humor!

        "No, no I don't! I'm not clinically insane! This isn't even an asylum!"

        Sans looked around. "well it LOOKS like an asylum...oh i see. you're hallucinating. you probably think this is a hotel or something huh? HA HA HA HA HA!" He continued messing with the machine.

        Why is this funny to him? He likes puns, not dark humor!

         This isn't right...

        "Leave me alone, please just leave me alone...*sob*"

        "but you need help! don't you want to get better?"

        "I'm fine! I swear! I don't NEED help! Please, just leave me alone!" The doctor's hands gripped the table every time Sans got close to hitting the right switch. It was maddening to see the Font's hand drift over the key to his death every few seconds.

        "If you aren't crazy, then why'd you hurt MY little brother hmm?" Sans' maniacal grin grew larger.

        "I'm sorry *sob* I'm so sorry...please*hic* just let me go..."  

        This wasn't fair.

        He couldn't help electrocuting people, it was just a part of his font! He had come to this "hotel" so he could have a place of solace. A place where no one would judge him or tell him to change over and over again. He thought he could be happy here, but apparently he was wrong.

        "Sans enough! I know he's selfish and terrible, but shocking people is part of his font! This is a safe haven for the belligerent!" Papyrus didn't really care about whether or not the doctor died, but he wanted his brother back to normal. What would happen after the Font was dead? Would Sans stop acting like a cartoon...or would he come after Papyrus?

        He didn't want to find out.

        "heh ha ha! safe? this place doesn't seem very safe to me bro. hey doc, do YOU feel safe?"

        "Sans stop! You need to calm down!"  

        "i don't know what your problem is, pap," said Sans shaking his head and raising his arms. "you know I used to be a doctor right? i was once pulse sans, remember? i know what i'm doing, i'm a professional!" He said proudly, pointing a thumb at his chest.

        Papyrus didn't say anything. He continued to watch the doctor sob as his brother messed with the machine.

        I don't know what to do...I can't just grab him, that would be more than a little unwise.

         ...................

         ...................

        Oh wait!

        The taller skeleton's eyes lit up, remembering something.

        "A moment Brother, Undyne-"

        "oh right! hey doc, do you know where undyne is?"

        The doctor didn't say anything.

        "hello didja' hear me?" Sans tapped on the doctor's skull. "are you ignoring me? i feel like you might be ignoring me. i'm helping you out, why can't you help me out?"

        "Let's just go look for her...please Brother? She may not have much time left-"

        "sure thing, bro. this machine's bugging me anyway, can't seem to figure it out. i'm usually so good with machines too..." Sans stopped messing with the ECT and began to walk away with Papyrus, leaving Shock Therapy alone.

        The doctor let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes, thankful that he dodged such a big bullet.

        What Font WAS that?

         I've never-

         BLOOSH!

         The Font's thought was cut short as Sans blasted him with a Gaster Blaster.

        He was immediately incinerated.

        "......................."

        "what? aww c'mon, that was funny."

        Papyrus looked worried. "It was cruel. You're...usually not that dark. What's wrong with you? You're not acting like yourself..."

        "i'm fine bro!"

        "You're not."

        "no really, i feel fine! i feel GREAT!"

        Papyrus swallowed hard. His brother hadn't calmed down and he was beginning to fear more for Sans than for himself.  

        "I sincerely hope you're in cartoon mode Brother...and that it wears off soon. What you did...it wasn't right."

        It wasn't you...was it? 

        Even if Sans WAS in cartoon mode, his jokes should have been pun-based. They should have matched his sense of humor.

        Do you secretly share my dark sense of humor, or did something...nightmarish..happen to you?  

        Sans laughed and looked at him as if he were being ridiculous. "way to call the kettle black bro! how the hell are you gonna call ME a sadist when you're threatening to drown crying children? you terrorized and killed AT LEAST what? six kids? ha ha ha ha ha!"

        "........."

        "i was at the dump when you got bloodthirsty, remember? i SAW you laughing and crushing him to death...you were even making jokes!"

        "You're not me," said Papyrus softly.

        Sans kept his smile. "i know i'm not you. I just scared and killed ONE guy; someone who knocked you out and tried to torture/kill you...actually that's not true. i've killed a LOT of people in less than fifteen minu-uh!"

        Papyrus suddenly bent down and hugged Sans tightly to him, taking a deep breath. "Sans...you know you can tell me anything right? You trust me?"

        Where's this coming from Pap?

        "against my better judgment, yeah."

        Don't laugh.

        "I know I'm the Lying Font, but I can choose who I lie to and betray. I'm hoping your sense of humor is the same. *Sigh* Has my or Flowey's influence changed your sense of humor? Are you catering to what I enjoy to get a laugh? Have you always been dark and just ashamed of it, or...did something...happen to you?"

        ".........."

        Something happened to him.

         "If you've seen all those tapes from the lab, then you know I've studied Psychology extensively. Tell me what happened and I'll help you. I know that sounds like something anyone would say, but I'm good at manipulating people's thoughts and emotions even without my font. Nyeh heh heh, I daresay I'm the BEST. I can make whatever bad feelings or thoughts you have disappear-"

        CLACK!

         "thanks bro, but i like the way i am. don't worry about me."

        What?!    

        "Don't worry about you?! How could you possibly ask such a thing?! You're everything to me, but you're NOT a Horror, Brother! It's not in your nature to do those type of things, it's... it's unhealthy!"

        "not my nature? my attribute's blank pal! NO ONE knows whether or not i'm a normy or horror and i don't appreciate the racism! i can't believe that literally just came out of your mouth!"

        Especially when you just got onto ME about it friggen' yesterday!

         YESTERDAY!

        "What racism? I'm stating a fact that Normals aren't natural killers!"

        "then how the hell did "my" people eat in the past bro? photosynthesis?"

        GRRAH! Freakin' smartass!

         "You filtered the air while you breathed and absorbed the magic within it using your ectoplasm. Normals don't eat people so they aren't born desensitized to death! If you're killing people and enjoying it, you've got a screw loose Brother," said Papyrus pointing at Sans.

        "except you don't know if i'm really a normy."

         "Trust me. You're a Normal and even if you weren't I don't want you to be like me..."

        "i can be whatever i wanna be! dad said so. if i wanna be like my little bro and walk in his footsteps, i can if i want."

        "My footsteps are a little big for you though, don't you think? Nyeh heh heh..."

        He's not going to listen to me until I have proof that he's a Normal.

         There's nothing I can do right now.

        "if you don't have anything to say papyrus, just admit it. resorting to insults is just sad..." said Sans yawning.

        "I have PLENTY to say, I'm just being nice because you saved me some time."

        Saved him some time...wow.

        "oh yeah, i'm sure you had everything under control back there. if you've got so much to say, why don't you just say it pap? c'mon, i'm a big boy! tell me how you really feel..."

        "Okay, fine," said Papyrus looking down at Sans. "I don't want you killing others, because you're sloppy and embarrassing."

        Papyrus's words left Sans speechless for awhile. He couldn't believe what he just heard. He expected Papyrus to call him twisted or bring up the therapy thing again. He expected a big argument about morality and how he wasn't suppose to do this or that because of his attribute.

        He did not expect him to call him out on his style.

        Wow.

         Wow. Wow. Wow.

         He doesn't give a damn if I'm messed up or about me taking lives. He just cares that if I do it badly.

"sloppy and embarrassing...sloppy and embarrassing..." He kept repeating the words over and over to himself, looking at the ground.

        "Yeah, you were INCREDIBLY embarrassing. If you don't know what the hell you're doing, don't do it. You spent ten to fifteen minutes trying to electrocute that man and I spent them face-palming." Papyrus crossed his arms and closed his eyes hoping he looked as smug as he wanted to. He wasn't kidding about being an expert if not a master at manipulating thoughts and emotions. If he couldn't get Sans to seek help, he could at least make him ashamed of being a killer.

        I just want him to be safe and happy...why is that so hard? It's like...the gods don't WANT me to make him smile!

         ..............................

         Could the gods really be mad at me and my ancestors? Could my font really be cursed?

         How could he have allowed that Font to sneak up on him? How could he have allowed anything to harm Sans? He was suppose to protect him!  

         Is Sans being punished to make me suffer?

         ..............................

         No...that's ridiculous.

         Absolute nonsense.  

        "whatever! am i suppose to APOLOGIZE for being green? i'm SOOO sorry i'm not a professional papyrus. i'm SOOO sorry i embarrassed you with my lack of elegance-"

        "I was going to talk to you about that. Gaster Blasters should be used as a last resort, the explosions make too big a mess and they don't always work when your victim's at full health."

        Is he trying to TEACH me?!

        "wow, you are actually lecturing me on how to kill people," said Sans looking away. "i was just trying to save your life bro, this isn't a new hobby, i was just making a joke...that's it."

        Like a violin.

         Nyeh heh heh heh...

        "................Oh."

        "yeah." Sans looked back to glare at him, but he changed his mind and his face softened when he saw how sad Papyrus looked. "are you okay?"

        "I'm fine."

        Liar....

         "I messed up again, didn't I?"

        "Don't...don't worry about it."

         He really wanted to teach me, didn't he?

         Sans felt bad.

        He really did.

        He had gotten Papyrus all excited and then crushed his hopes into dust. He didn't think about how lonely his brother must have felt, being the only Horror in the family. He probably spent most of his life wondering if he really WAS some kind of freak.

        It probably didn't help that the FontSearch entries made them all look like animals in the wild either.

        Sans remembered back when he was Pulse Sans and had looked in the mirror at Undyne's place. He looked so scary and although he had liked it, he was repulsed by the fact. Did Papyrus feel the same way about himself? Did he have trouble looking into mirrors?

        He didn't know.

        But I do know he doesn't have a mirror in his room.

         He played the role of a narcissistic little kid, but despite having all the action figures, baby books, and a car bed, he didn't have ask for or buy himself a mirror.

         "hey pap? are you sure you're okay?"

        "I'm fine, if you don't want to learn the easy way, you'll learn the hard way...you pathetic copycat killer."

        Sans' guilt immediately evaporated.

        "i JUST told you i was joking."

        "Not in there you weren't. Your smile was a mile wide. You'd think a comedian would be more creative, but whatever-"

        "i wasn't copying you, sadist! i was just helping you out!"

        "Well you sounded exactly like me and did exactly what I would have done...except for the part where you embarrassed yourself-"

        "whatever!"

        He is so arrogant!

         I think.

         Is he telling the truth? Did that theater mess me up?

         "Are you alright? I didn't actually mean to upset you. I thought you were pretty funny actually!"

        He thought...I was funny?

         Really...?

         "Maybe your sense of humor just turns dark when you're super angry. Wowie, you were mad! You kept your smile, but your eyes were furious! You kinda scared me big Brother..."

        Ugh...why does he have to do that?

         Does he not know how creepy he looks and sounds?

         Sans laughed nervously "you uh, you sure are flirty, aren't you papyrus?"

        "............What...?"

        "i don't know if it's because you didn't grow up with kindness or what, but uhh you tend to sound...flirty, when you talk or compliment someone."

         "........Your mind is a cesspool, Sans."

        "what?"

        "Nothing. What did you do while I was out, besides probably copy me?"

        "i didn't copy you! i threw one Font out of a window, set one on fire, and made another die of laughter."

        DIE of laughter? He can DO that?!

         Maybe he is a Horror...

        "There were three doctors?"

        "No, two were Dimensional Fonts. One was in a projector and the other was in the movie screen. they tried to let everyone out, but i um..."

        Wowie! I didn't know Comic Sans could kill Dimensional Fonts!

         Neat!

        "................So you killed two trapped defenseless people who only wanted to be left alone and tortured another to death."

        "ye-yeah?"

        "Your right. That doesn't sound like me. You're kind of a jerk Sans," said Papyrus smiling.

        "do you really think...i need help bro?" He already knew the answer, but he didn't want help. He knew he had acted EXACTLY like Papyrus and what was worse was that he had had fun.

        But he didn't want help.

        I'm just like him, except I don't have an excuse.

         Unless I actually AM a Horror. My attribute IS blank...

         He really hoped that was the case, but did it really matter if he didn't care? If he didn't care if he was crazy, did that MAKE him crazy?

        Not that he believed he wasn't a Normy.

        The more he thought about it the less likely it seemed that he was a Horror like Papyrus. He felt closer to his brother, but he wasn't like that before. He thought his brother was hilarious, but yesterday he'd only loved puns, knock-knock jokes, innocent humor that had nothing to do with really hurting anyone. Yesterday he was walking on eggshells around Papyrus, trying not to set him off or say something that would get one of them killed, but now he was comfortable around him and wanted to learn more about his little bro.

        He wanted to say he was curious and excited because he never really knew him, but Sans cared about people's lives a lot less now too. Before, he had been so desperate to save everyone, ANYONE, in the Underground. He had been willing to risk his life and the entire timeline...but not anymore.

        The only life he super cared about now was Papyrus's and he knew it wasn't healthy...but he didn't care about that either.

        I barely care about anyone...this whole place could burn down and I'd probably pull out some marshmallows while everyone else around me screamed.

         I'd think it was funny too.

         I'd do it BECAUSE it was funny.

         "Sans? Sans, did you hear me?"

        "uh um, sorry bro. one more time?"

        Papyrus looked at Sans. His brother seemed lost...like he wasn't really with him. He walked down the stairs like a zombie, his eyes fixed to the floor. Did he even know what floor they were on now?

        He's really having a hard time with this, isn't he? I'm probably not helping matters by shaming him or telling him he belongs in an asylum either.

         I can't tell when I'm being selfish or kind...

         What would make Brother happy? How do I make him happy?    

         "*Sigh* I said," Papyrus paused for a minute. "if you're happy Sans, don't change. Pay attention to your OWN feelings for once, not the feelings you THINK other people have about you. Unless they're important to you."

        "you're important to me," said Sans looking up.

        "I'm fine with the way you are. As long as I'M not the one being attacked..."

        "thanks pap. do you...think i'm a horror?"

        "*Pfft* No, Nyeh heh hee hee hee! You're too much of a crybaby."

        Thanks Pap.

        "Awww! You know I'm only joking, yes? I know you can't help it. It's not your fault you're whiny and needy and depressing-"

        "are you done?"

        He's such a prick...  

        "Nyeh heh heh heh!"

        "*sigh*"

        CLACK!

         Sans put a hand to his cheekbone, smiling.

        "We should hurry, I'm very worried about Undyne. She wasn't with the others..." said Papyrus picking up the pace. He had no idea where the captain could be, but she had to be in some serious trouble if she wasn't with her Highness.

        "well she wasn't in the theater, maybe she's in the laundry room?"

        "Why would she be there?"

        "i don't know, i'm just throwing out ideas."

        ".............It's because she's a woman isn't it?"

        "what?! no! i'm just throwing out ideas i said! she could be in the cafeteria for all i know!"

        Papyrus was quiet for a moment. "So she's either doing laundry, or she's in the kitchen-"

        "i did not say kitchen! i did NOT say kitchen-"

        "Interesting how you chose THOSE two rooms in sequence when there's about four hundred other rooms in this place, Brother..."

        "why would she be in ANY of the rooms?!"

        Why's he always messing with me?!

        "It's the middle of the night, I imagine she's pretty tired. Maybe she picked a patient's room to sleep in and Toriel got captured while she was out like a light...but whatever, we'll check the laundry room and the kitchen instead."

        "i didn't SAY kitchen."

        "Too bad this place doesn't have a nail salon, she'd definitely be in there-"

        "whatever."

        Papyrus grinned at Sans and turned the corner entering the laundry room. "UNDYNE? ARE YOU IN HERE DOING FEMALE THINGS?"

        "shut up papyrus."

        "Who are you?! You should be in-oh my god you're FILTHY! COME HERE!" The Font Papyrus waved to earlier ran up to him and looked at his shredded, burnt, and bloody battle body in disgust. "Ohhh god..."

Washable: The Cleaning Font

    Attribute: Horror

    Type: Physical

    Obsessed with cleanliness, Washable loathes filthy surroundings and will clean any place  franticly regardless of whether or not she lives in the dirty area or plans to visit it again. They go so far as to wash their victims before eating them and will become enraged if someone gets them or their clothes dirty.

    There have been complaints of Washable attempting to stuff creatures with dirty clothes into washers no matter the species, making it difficult for this Font to find employment. It is said even filthy language will grant one a trip into a washing machine. Many stray pets have fallen prey to this Font as wel-

    "UNHAND ME, WOMAN!"

        Sans turned off the FontSearch and quickly put it away. He grinned, watching Washable try and stuff Papyrus into a washer...it wasn't going well.

        "DO YOU WANT TO DIE?! RELEASE THE GREAT PAPYRUS AT ONCE!"

        "NO!" screamed Washable. "YOU'RE DIRTY! YOU'RE FILTHY! LOOK AT YOU!"

        "ENOUGH!! I WILL BREAK EVERY LIMB IN YOUR BODY FONT!!!"

        "GET IN THE WASHER!"

        "heh heh hee hee..."

        "GET OFF OF ME! I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN!"

        "GET IN THE WASHER!" the woman pushed him from the back as Papyrus gripped the sides of the washer.

        "NO!"

        This is awesome.

      Sans hopped up and sat down on a white nearby washer after putting its top down. It was a lot different than the washer Papyrus was trying not to be stuffed into, in fact, it looked a lot like the one back home.  

         "heh heh ha ha ha! you got this pap! get her!" cheered Sans laughing.  

        "STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME!"

        "no no, i don't know what i'm doing-"

        "SANS!"

        "you show me how it's done bro. imma watch from here."

        Papyrus's eyes blazed orange as he glared at Sans and in one swift motion, he lifted the Font and threw her into the washer hard.

        THUMP!

        Damn bro...

         "YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Washable banged on the glass.

        "is she gonna break through that?" asked Sans, he tilted his head to get a better view. He didn't understand why washers like that even existed. Why use a round door with glass instead of a square metal door? And why was it on its side? Wouldn't the clean and wet laundry fall out as soon as you opened the door?

        "No, everything in the asylum was built to be sturdy and because the place was built when Fonts were still around, EVERYTHING was built to withstand the attacks of crazed Physical Fonts just in case they were admitted...you jerk."

        "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S CRAZY! LET ME OUT!"

        BUM!

         BUM!

         BUM!

        "But ma'am, you're filthy! You've been touching dirty clothes all day!" said Papyrus feigning concern.

        "I WILL CALL THE CAPTURE FACILITY!" The woman began to panic when she realized there really WAS no way out.

        She didn't have her FontSearch on her either.

        "I'm just trying to help you! You look like you could use a break. Since it's only your hands, I'm going to put it on for saaay five minutes?"

        "NO!"

        "No? You think you need ten? Can you really hold your breath for that long? Bravo!" Papyrus flashed her a deranged smile and gave her a round of applause. "Okay...this is a rather personal question," said Papyrus averting his eyes. "Do you...consider yourself a heavy load?"

        "SOMEBODY HELP ME!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!"

        "I'll put it on heavy...just in case."

        "NOOO!"

        Sans laughed and made a calm down gesture with his hands. "relax lady, papyrus is just messing around-"

        "No I'm not."

        "if you calm down, pap will let you go-"

        "No I won't."

        "bro!"

        "She can't be trusted Sans! She'll attack us as soon as she's let out. She HAS to go-"

        "why don't we just leave her in there then?! why do we have to kill her?!"

        The woman began to sob within the washer, having given up on escape.

        "You want me to leave her in there to suffocate?!"

        "w-well uh-"

        "that's horrible. You're a horrible person, Brother."

        "......."

        Papyrus patted the sides his briefs. "Ugh, this is embarrassing...do you have any change on you Sans?"

        "really pap? what are you doing going on a journey without money bro?" asked Sans, softly. He wasn't happy that Papyrus was still killing people. It was true that Sans no longer really cared about them, but he cared about his brother.

        I want to break him out of this habit of his, but I don't know how...

        "I DID have money Sans, I just spent it already."

        "...on what?" Normally Sans wouldn't care about what his brother spent his money on, but he wanted to take his mind off the murder being committed in front of him.

        He had to admit though that he was curious about what his brother had bought. Now that he knew Papyrus wasn't the little kid he thought he was, he wondered just what Papyrus did during his free time.

        I hope he doesn't think I'm prying or anything...what he spends his money on isn't really any of my business.

        "Oh wait, I don't need coins for this, weird. So I guess you weren't listening the whole time you were asleep eh?" Papyrus started the machine, looking over his shoulder at his brother.

        "what exactly did i miss, pap?" Sans had been half awake when his brother and Flowey were talking about him and watching some video, but that was about it...except of course when they entered the asylum and when Papyrus had apparently tossed a toddler or something out of a second story window.

        Sans still wasn't sure how to feel about that. It was flattering, but it was also a toddler so...

        Papyrus furrowed his brow trying to remember everything he had done that night, his fist under his chin. "I believe I went to a bar and..OH! And I met a really beautiful woman, though she was one of those slutty Fonts so her personality left much to be desired, not that I was interested in her personality mind you..."

        "...........what?" Sans wasn't sure he heard correctly.

        "She and I traveled to some place in the woods, I don't know where exactly."

        Sans looked skeptical.

        Papyrus with a girl?

        Yeah right.

        There's no way.

        "okay so, you...went to a bar-"

        "Bought a vodka."

        He drinks?!

        "Bought a...vodka...and met a girl?" Sans, shocked, looked at Papyrus, his eyes finally open.

        Wow...

        This wasn't just his little brother or a stereotypical serial killer, this was a person. This was someone he would hang out with at Grillby's; someone who drank and had an interest in picking up women.

        It was surreal to think of Papyrus, as an ordinary guy with adult interests and truth be told, it made him more than a little sad. He never thought he'd yearn for the days where he would constantly have to take care of Papyrus, but he was wrong. It felt like he was somehow being left behind while his brother grew up.

        What would he do next?

        Move out?

        Get married?

        Would Papyrus ever have kids one day? Would he be an uncle sometime in the future?

        "Sans? Are you alright?"

        What if he moved far away? Would Sans still have a place in his life, or would their relationship be long-distance? What if he got caught up in some kind of work or job and began talking to Sans less and less?

        I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to spend my life with anyone but Pap...

         I love him so much and we've been living together for so long...

         "Sans? Sans are you alright? You look miserable!"

        "i wish i could marry you bro..."

        "Wha-uh...*cough* that's-that's very kind of you to say Sans...right out of the blue, but-"

        "ugh, sorry! just forget i said anything!"

        I'm so stupid...