Dream? Who is that?

Chapter 118-The true power behind the curtain..? (UnderVerse?)

Sun answers some questions, stress only rises with Dream wishing he was fighting his brother instead of this right now. The MPS slowly shows why you shouldn't mess with them

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UnderVerse?

Council of Sans

The latest MPS worker the name quickly forgotten as Blue hardly expected this one to last once either was twitching in a rather concerning manner.

The Swap Sans wasnt sure how he managed to finally calm Ink down but he wasnt looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ink happily drawing on the ground like a kindergartener as if they hadn't caused unmitigated headaches mere minutes ago.

The soft hum in the air was calming and very much appreciated though, sending a thankful look to Dream who looked to be almost straining themselves to make sure the lasted MPS worker didnt instantly bolt out the room after a few seconds. They were running out of people even willing to enter the room and Blue was praying this one would actually last.

So far it was going well as the babybones had finally stopped hissing and spitting, sitting calmly next to the man who surely deserved a raise after this. He didn't try and get closer to hear what was being asked and frankly thought he could already guess just how long this entire process will go.

That Sun's 'guardian' a term he was using rather loosely hardly looked bothered and was spitting out fish bones in the corner of the room, gave an accurate summary of how much of a mess this entire thing was. The sane monsters, which he classified as himself and Dream, had wisely decided to leave the grown monster alone who had been suspiciously helpful...well, they hadn't made the process harder which counted for Blue who was desperate for any positives to this utter garbage pile of a situation.

He felt himself age when he overheard some of the babybones questions, the tension in the room growing thicker with even the cats, who were scattered all around the room, fur puffing up as if also sensing something off.

"Wait, what do you mean 'stable homelife'?"

"Whats this 'solid diet' you are spouting about?"

"...why are you even asking who first taught me magic? I simply watched. Why does it matter if i had to guess how to do it. It barely hurt at all!"

...yep, Blue felt like he was going to be in this room a long while and sent a painfully grateful look when lunch was placed in the room by a thoroughly confused Sans.

Dream was giving the MPS worker an increasingly wary look due to the amount of magic he had to use to try and calm them. That it wasn't fear but anger he was trying to subdue wasn't great and it almost felt like his counterpart was in the room with the amount of negativity being produced.

The monster looked like they came from a Fell verse and likely the reason they lasted so long, at least better then the first agent who had burst into tears simply when Ink had said hello. He almost felt some pity when he heard Sun begin to mention some of the adults they interacted with in the past which made him frown. It was a rather masterful display by the MPS worker that they even got Sun to relax and share such details at all with his joints looking up at the flash of darkness he spotted in the MPS workers eyes as they patiently wrote down everything Sun said, this latest one looking far more experienced then the last and briefly making him feel like a hunted animal whenever they made eye contact.

He sent a brief prayer to the unknown monsters Sun encountered in the past, their fate likely to be worse then he could ever imagine but still had no plans to intervene. He could fight the embodiment of negativity but he drew a line at this. His brother might be a megalomaniac but the MPS was something he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole, still shivering at visiting their HQ and wanting no part in that.