Correction of the future

Portla Portal Boom Snap

Ew, repeated chapter name with a word swap

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"Do you think Outer would let me hang out in his world?" Chara pulled the lever on the slot machine (oddly enough, one of the only things in the hidden room), frown evident. "I get that I'll probably trash his world as well, but like, I haven't yet? So we should be cool."

"Probs Will, The Dudes Kinda Like Dreamy Bro Here." Fresh spun in a circle as he gestured dramatically towards Dream, who gave him an unimpressed look in return. "They're Both Waaayyyyyy Too Chill."

"I'll be taking that as a compliment." Dream's unimpressed stare did not waver.

"Oh hey, look. Three cherries." Chara vaguely gestured towards the machine.

"Oh, Oh! Whaddya Get??"

"Umm, ten coins..." Chara shrugged, dumping them into the donation box before slumping down onto the ground beside the other two. "Not really useful, though, is it."

"Guess not."

The trio lapsed into a moment of silence, Chara curling into himself with Dreams pillow-cape wrapped around his body.

"None of us are going to be happy with how this all ends, are we?"

"Hard to tell, isn't it?" Dream hummed, a pained look in his eyes as he drummed his fingers along the side of his circlet. "I'm clearly not doing much right now. You're, no offence, pretty much-doing nothing as a phantom, and..."

"Brah, I Ain't The Sort To Get Involved In This Shindig." Fresh cut the other off grimly.

"Man, what a group we make." Chara's head beat against the side of the slot machine. "Who's the bastard that thought it'd be a good idea to have us fix the multiverse?"

"Pretty Un-Rad To Not Do Your Research On The Peeps You're Leavin' It All To." Fresh snickered, poking at Chara until the boy would give him a high-five. "Maybe Dey Just Didn't Care?"

"Yeah, great team." Dream responded dryly.

Fate of the Multiverse. No pressure. None. At. All.

The second break didn't last as long as the first, and not many managed to relax before they regrouped.

Strech figured it was hard to relax when they knew which world was going to be shown next. When they all knew whose life was at risk, it brought them back to the question of why they'd been the ones brought here...

It wasn't a question he was sure anyone wanted the answer to.

The trio returned from the kitchen in silence as Core spoke up.

"We're not talking about what we watched, are we?"

Core's question was met with no verbal response.

"Oh... 'continue' then."

Cross and XChara stood in XTale before a glitching skeleton brother house made up of Underfells code.

At least there was something in their world, Chara thought wryly. It wasn't much, and it was a glitching mess, but it was something.

"Snowdin... is finally ours."

Error snorted. That sounded like an anime line. How cheesy.

Undernovela was a much better source of entertainment.

"I wouldn't be happy about it," XChara responded with a frown, watching Cross raise his injured arm. "Look what they did to us."