The Story of PestiTale

A Mystical Illusion

Papyrus slowly awoke on top of a fluffy light bed, like he was sleeping on air, the room illuminated by glowing blue rocks, "NYEH... A-AM I D-DEAD...?" Papyrus uttered, looking around. "No, you aren't," Huawei spoke, right next to him. "H-HUH?! OH... HUAWEI... YOU'RE HERE..." Papyrus mumbled, sitting upright. "Yea, crazy stuff, they're those conspiracy nuts I talked about before... heh, maybe they aren't so nutty after all now," Huawei remarked. "YEAH... ONE DIED FOR ME... I THINK... THAT ONE WITH THE WEIRD ACCENT..." Papyrus reminisced, looking downwards.

"Ahaem."

Papyrus perked up suddenly, finding himself in a void now, without Huawei. "HUH?! WHO'S THERE!?" he called. The rebel showed its blue cloaked self, "I ain't ded, pal. We just blank oot at times, cannae really die asides that. Not that I know of anyways," they stated. "OH... WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHO ARE YOU, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND...?" Papyrus began to ramble, "All'll be explained, aye. Your friend's in ged hands anyways, no need tae soil yerself," the rebel reassured, a blank seat forming and them leaning against it.

"So, we here're a band of activists speaking oot against the tyrant they call their leada. That entity ain't up to no ged, that's fer sure, this whole prophecy thing is nonsensical," they explained to him, making various gestures with their sleeves and exaggerated, but shrouded due to the cloak, expressions as they did like a teleprompter.

"AH... WHAT IS THIS WHOLE PROPHECY ABOUT ANYWAYS?? CAPTURING ALL 'OUTSIDERS'?!" Papyrus questioned, although having trouble understanding. "Aha, yer nae far off there mate, it's some bullshite like 'e who is the lord and king will swear secraecy tae the unfoond populous'. Basically, e's tellin' yer kind tae piss right off. We've got ye here cause yer tha first ootsider we've seen in... aye, years, tae be frank. Ain't letting em butcher ye before we get tae ye amirite?" the rebel scrambled together.

"...W-WHAT? I'M SORRY, YOUR ACCENT IS REALLY THICK," Papyrus stammered. "Och, my bad, 'ang on a minute there," the rebel clutched their staff, as the crystal on the top began to shimmer. "JEEZ, YOU HAVE A SPELL FOR EVERYTHING DON'T YOU?" Papyrus jeered sarcastically, looking around the void. "Nae everythin', am just bringin' in a substitoot," the figure cracked back. "NYEH HEH, 'SUBSTITOOT'," Papyrus mocked, chuckling a bit.

Soon enough, the spell finished and another hooded figure stepped into the void, one in a lavender colour. "Aye, ye explain this tae 'em, am off tae meet wi' the others," the blue rebel explained, before disappearing themselves. "Hm, so you're Papyrus, would I be right?" that rebel immediately asked, leaning on the seat. "OH, UM, YES! THAT WOULD BE ME," Papyrus confirmed, "YOU KNOW, I NEVER GOT TO KNOW YOUR NAMES, I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU HOODED... DEPTHNERS...?" he then pointed out, mistaking the name.

"Well, the one who just left's name is Duncan, our leader. Mine would be Lavender," Lavender introduced in a gentle yet demanding voice. Papyrus caught onto the tone, "...WAIT, THERE ARE WOMEN TOO? I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALL, LIKE, MALE," he blurted. "Mhm, although we don't care too much about it. It's just what distinguishes what and what in the reproduction process," Lavender remarked, "Anyways, Mr. Papyrus, you're here because to put it bluntly, their king is a menace. We have undeniable evidence and experience that the being who sits on that supermassive throne is not only a devil, but also a hack. He lures us in, with this false prophecy like an invader, and makes us follow it with those he has already brainwashed. It's a bloody travesty and the fact we're the only ones to stand up to it is rather unfortunate," Lavender explained.

Papyrus nodded along, "YEP... UHUH..." he mumbled. "However, we could turn this tide, you see? You are much more significant than you think, dear Outsider. You could change their minds, with kindness, you could even overthrow that bastard, you see? You could SAVE us, Papyrus. However, they will try to kill you. It will be a hard fight, but we know it's possible, which is why we will do whatever it takes to protect you, to defend you, you see?" she then rather quickly incited, leaning closer to him with her hood still completely dark.

Papyrus leaned back a little, "THAT... UHM..." he stammered nervously, unsure what to even say. "Oh, my apologies, might've gotten a bit desperate there," Lavender apologised, leaning back again. "YOU THINK, HUH?" Papyrus agreed. "Well, anyways, you were nearly executed without trial, which is not a fair concept. We are trying to tell the public that but as usual, we've all just been met with the usual stuff. We need to escort you out of this facility though and someplace else, the king and his goons know our location well and knowing that we took you out of that prison, they'll be coming here first thing to get you," Lavender warned, getting off of the seat.

"OH? WHERE AM I GOING TO GO? AND, UH, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND, ARE THEY OKAY?!" Papyrus questioned. "Your friend is fine. We'll keep them with us mainly as help with our operation... if they're even willing to cooperate. They... uh... have some rather strange history, we ain't so sure yet though what it exactly is. But anyways, we have more pressing matters to worry about, come with us," Lavender offered her sleeve to Papyrus, a thin, rather pink sleek hand emerging from it and opening up. Papyrus held it, as they soon vanished back to the physical world, back to the dark room he was in before. Lavender floated to the wall, "This way," she spoke, before floating into its vibrating waves, Papyrus quickly following.