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Alphys had eventually grabbed Zombie and dragged her out of the fight. Hiding them behind one of the machines. "Alphys what about Degree?" Zombie sniffled. Alphys turned back fearfully and wiped a bit of the pink goop off Zombie's face.
"Shhh... I-it'll be okay... I'm going to talk to the king..." Alphys sighed while getting up. Zombie sniffled and curled up next to the humming machine. It lulled her to sleep.
Zombie woke up again to the sound of people yelling. Someone got hit by the sound of it. Then there was a long moment of silence. Zombie was tempted to sneak out but knew Alphys intended her to stay hidden.
Zombie peeked out from behind the machine and sniffled as Degree got up off the ground. Zombie slipped and landed loudly as her hand slid across the laminated floor. Undyne looked  and walked over. Grabbing Zombie and tossing her to Degree.
"There. We found it. Now get out." Undyne hissed. Alphys sighed and handed Zombie a small bag. Degree was already holding a bag on her back. "What's happening?" Zombie asked as Degree picked her up. Degree covered her eye. It was bruised and she had several cuts on her arms and legs where her armour thinned.
"We're leaving." Degree sighed while walking towards the judgement hall. Zombie looked back at Alphys stressed and squirmed out of Degree's grasp. She ran past the king and back to her bed. Reaching under it for her camera. Pulling out the box of determination along with it.
Zombie panicked and stuffed the box into her rib cage. Carrying her camera in her hands.
Degree stood quietly until Zombie returned. She picked up the skeleton and walked out. Undyne sneering as they left.
Degree and Zombie walked for a long time. "Where are we going?" Zombie asked while looking around. The outside world being so much bigger than she expected. "Alphys said there was a house near Snowdin we could stay. She said it belongs to her but she never uses it." Degree mumbled while fixing her grip on her bag.
"Go to sleep. It'll be a bit longer till we get to the boat."
Zombie nodded and lowered her head as Degree carried her.
Degree and Zombie appeared in Snowdin about a day after leaving Hotland. They stopped at the restaurant for something to eat. Before they could even sit Sans could be seen at the bar. He looked back as the door jingled. "Go away." He said calmly. Degree sighed and walked out again with Zombie. "We'll go back later." Zombie looked up distraught. "Why doesn't Sans and Papyrus like us anymore?" Degree shrugged and sighed. "It's fine. We'll fix it later."
Degree smiled as they wandered through the forest. The two came across a nicecream stand and got two. Zombie enjoyed it but Degree was too pitiful of the friendly ice cream and ended up dropping it.
Zombie and Degree came to the tiny house in the woods after an hour of searching. It smelt like mould and only had an unhinged hammock in the corner.
"I like it." Zombie smiled while wandering around the house, recording the trip and her new home. Degree nodded and stretched before plopping onto the ground. Pulling her armour off and flinging it around the room.

Over time Zombie and Degree had accumulated enough trash to make the tiny shack a home. Zombie and Degree aged as expected. Degree found a hole of time when Sans wasn't at Grillby's and used it daily for her drinking habit. Zombie began painting as a way to get rid of her vivid dreams and migraines. Only seeing Sans once at the door. He scolded her and told her if a human came out to never even let it see them. Zombie complied in fear. This fear turned her to the determination she had stashed away. Drinking it and using it on her food as a way to feel stronger.
This making her more susceptible to the voices and migraines.
Degree became violent and Zombie had to pay closer attention to her. Taking her home when it she would pass out or start fights. Alphys came by once to set up a camera in the bushes so she might watch them. Apparently something went terribly wrong with the other experiments. And so, Degree and Zombie were confined to the daily repetition they lived.

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