Experimentation: An Underswap Fanfiction

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        How quaint. He changed the dialogue for Temmie. What an idiot. He thinks he can change things. But only after a couple tries, bam. She got him. His chest bleeds the exact same substance Sans did. He looks down at his wound Temmie made and chuckles. He wipes some of the substance on his fingers and rubs them together, mumbling something quietly under his breath. Temmie grows curious and takes a step towards him, but stops when he looks up at her, startled. She doesn't care about what he has to say anymore. He's going to die anyways. He did catch her off guard a few times. She wasn't exactly prepared for this fight. But she has fought him so many times before. And he knows it. She's memorized every single one of his moves. It's hard to come up with new ones. He really surprised her when he attacked when she leapt at him earlier. Which puzzles her why he fought her when he knows he'd loose. At least he's making things easier for her. She's still disappointed in Sans like always. She guesses she expected something. But yet again, he stayed his same wimpy self. He can't kill a single monster. Maybe more of the substance? But she can't risk Sans taking control of the timelines. If she messes up once, it could be over for her. Just a little more... Something good has to come out of these changes. That's all she wants. She watches Papyrus turn to dust like always. He looks up at the ceiling like he always does, clutches his waist and says,

        "Welp... I'm goin' to Muffet's... Sans... Do you want anything?" And he's gone. Temmie sighs and continues forward with no one by her side this time. She's gotten so used to hearing Sans' whimpers next to her. She sort of misses it. But soon, it'll happen again. She walks into the Throne room and sees Queen Toriel, standing in the middle of the garden. Why does she like these golden flowers so much? The ones in Waterfall are annoying. She wants at least one last thing to be different this run. She nervously squeaks...

        "m̔̏̚͠͏̜̪̮̘̬͍̦͜0̸̮͉͍ͦ̚M̾̉͐͒ͭͤ̊͐͏̷̢͎̞?̏̽̃̄̓ͯ҉̟̻̻͚ͅ" Toriel turns suddenly and stares shocked. She looks stressed, and gulps nervously.

        "G... Greetings... Did... Did you just call me mom? I don't think we've met... You startled me there..." She stutters quietly, trying to act polite. She seems to have no idea what has happened to everyone. She's distant in her calm castle, far away from any social activity. Which is exactly what everyone needs at some point. Especially for what happened in her past. Temmie doesn't blame her. It just makes things way easier once more. Temmie sighs and sits down.

        "i nEw it." She says disappointedly as she picks petals off a flower. "U forgOt... Liek alWAYs." Toriel cocks her head questioningly and walks over to Temmie.

        "What are you talking about little one?" She asks quietly. Temmie's fur crawls at those words.

        L̸̛̩̈̉ͦ̋ͪ͞ï̠̞̓̅̎̋̐̕͞͠t̵̢͎̲̗̪̗̳̳ͩ̅̿ṯ̖͔̖ͦͩ́̔̄̑̔͝ḷ̟̬͚̫͚ͯ̃ͭ̅ͩ̓ͤ́̓̕e̺͍͖̺ͣ̏ ͙͎̱̹̘̥̤ͬͯͦ͑ͥ̉ͨo͍̯͚̖̘̿̆͋̒̍ͥ̀ͅn̡̰̩̗̠̺̗͙̑ͦ͆͑̔͝͡ė͉̼̪̲̄̑͗̋͌͟.ͤͦͮ͊͛ͥ́҉͖̝̖͎

        Disgusting. This old goat doesn't know anything.

        "nOtin. U wouldnt unRSTAend." She says gloomily. Toriel walks over to her and bends down on her knees.

        "You obviously came here to get something off your chest. And I'm always here to listen. Don't be shy. It's alright to be sad sometimes." She says sweetly, unknowing a single piece of this cat's past. Temmie fiddles with the flower's stem as she looks down at the floor, struggling with what to say. She is reminded what her first time being stuck in this worthless body was like. She cried for help over and over and over until Toriel found her. She said she could help her. But she never did. Temmie still doesn't know whether it's her fault or not. Nevertheless, she is sick and tired of all this sympathy. She's received it way too many times. From everyone. That's when she realizes... The only person who has never given her any... Is Papyrus. He's never shown a single ounce of tendency towards her. But that doesn't make up for how stuck up he acts. She hates him more than anything. She hates his stupid jokes and comments. She hates his annoying brother and his weak attitude. She hates everyone. She's tried loving everyone, but it got boring quick. And now, hate has gotten boring. But that's all she can do now. She breathes out slowly and looks at Toriel.