Fells exes- fanfic,undervese au

Chapter: The Interruption

The Underfell crew—Edge, Undyne, Toriel, Mettaton, and Flowey—stepped into the room, their collective presence casting a heavy, unwelcome shadow over the lively gathering.

The room was packed with a vibrant mix of skeletons and other entities, each one a unique presence in their own right. Conversations came to an abrupt halt as everyone turned their attention to the newcomers, the atmosphere shifting from lighthearted to tense in an instant.

Classic, seated at a small table with a cup of hot chocolate, blinked in confusion. "Oh, uh... hello? Can we help you?"

Fell's posture immediately stiffened, and his red eyes burned with frustration. He had been standing near Horror and Blue, and the sight of Edge and the others made his fingers twitch toward his weapon. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Blue, ever the optimist, gave a cheerful wave. "Hi there! Are you here to join us? It's a bit crowded, but we've got room!"

Stars leaned casually against the wall, his starry gaze flickering as he whispered to Sci, "This can't be good."

Sci adjusted his glasses, analyzing the situation with a frown. "This definitely isn't good."

Error, sitting cross-legged in the corner, groaned loudly. "Oh, fantastic. More people. Just what I needed."

Fresh tilted his sunglasses down slightly, offering a laid-back grin. "Whoa, dudettes, crashing the party with some gnarly vibes. What's the deal?"

Geno stayed seated on the couch, his expression unreadable but his gaze sharp. He didn't say anything, though his posture hinted at quiet tension.

Death, standing with his scythe resting against his shoulder, glanced at the Underfell group with a disinterested sigh. "You're here to start something, aren't you?"

Dream, his glowing demeanor dimming, frowned at the sight of Edge and Undyne. "This... doesn't seem like a social visit."

Ink twirled his paintbrush in his hand, his mismatched eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What brings you guys here? Need something?"

Dancer, seated gracefully near Cross and Killer, exchanged a glance with Cross and murmured, "This is about Fell, isn't it?"

Cross leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "Oh, this is definitely about Fell."

Dust, perched near the window, chuckled darkly. "Well, this is gonna be fun to watch."

Nightmare observed the situation with an unreadable expression, his tendrils lazily curling around him. "How predictable."

Killer grinned, leaning forward. "Finally, some entertainment."

Bill, who had been floating near the ceiling, rotated himself upside-down, his glowing blue eye narrowing in amusement. "Oh, this energy is delicious. Keep it up, I'm enjoying the drama."

Stretch, lounging on a chair with one foot propped up, yawned. "Is this gonna be one of those things where we all just stare awkwardly, or are we gonna skip to the yelling?"

Edge took a step forward, his crimson eyes locked on Fell. "Don't act so surprised, brother. You knew we'd come for you eventually."

Toriel surveyed the room with a disapproving scowl. "This is what you've chosen to surround yourself with, Fell? A pack of misfits and disasters?"

Undyne sneered, summoning her spear. "What even is this crew? No wonder you've gone soft."

Flowey floated forward, his wicked grin widening. "I expected a mess, but this? This is a whole circus!"

Fell growled, stepping forward to shield Horror and Blue. "I didn't invite you here, and I'm sure as hell not in the mood to deal with your crap."

Horror, standing silently beside Fell, tilted his head slightly, his single glowing eye narrowing at the Underfell group.

Classic raised his hands, trying to defuse the tension. "Uh, maybe we can all just... you know, not fight? Talking is good, right?"

Blue looked worriedly between Fell and Edge. "Fell, are you okay? Do you need help?"

Stars' glow dimmed slightly as he stepped closer to Sci. "This feels personal. Maybe we should stay out of it."

Sci nodded. "Agreed. But we should be ready just in case."

Cross smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "Oh, I'm not staying out of anything. This is too good to pass up."

Killer laughed. "Right? Let's see where this goes."

Flowey floated over to Fell, his grin sharp. "Come on, Fell. Admit it. You've really hit rock bottom."

Fell's grip on his sword tightened as his voice dropped to a low growl. "I said, get. Out."

The tension in the room was thick, every gaze locked on the standoff between Fell and Edge. Everyone braced themselves, waiting to see who would make the first move.