"This wasn't part of the plan." Gaster commented. He stood at Alphys' camera center, glancing between three cameras. His followers were gathered around him, staring.
In one, the glitchy Mettaton was talking about a casserole, a chainsaw and other cutting instruments on a nearby counter. Aliza was pale, subtly looking for an exit.
The next showed the hallway. The closet that Alphys was trapped in door was furiously being pounded against.
The third showed Sans walking through the Dump. Determination blazed furiously on his face.
"Is there anything that can be done?"
Gaster turned to see the pale ghost of a brunette girl next to him. Her eyes flashed between her daughter and husband.
"I don't know, my dear. But, your work with Aliza is good."
Frisk nodded, stepping back. She disappeared, Gaster knowing she would either be with Sans or Aliza.
He turned his attention to Aliza.
-_-
There was a loud beeping. It stopped Mettaton from talking about Human Casserole- (Aliza knew he meant made of human.)
"A- A- A call-ll-aller! Ye-y-yes-ss?"
The voice on the other end was obviously male, tinged with an accent. "What if the diner is vegetarian?"
Mettaton froze. He started stammering and glitching. Aliza took this as her cue to leave.
She was halfway there when she heard a chainsaw.
"Run." Flowey squeaked.
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FanfictionFor years, Aliza has wondered about her real family. Now a clue in an old picture, the only thing left of her mother, finds Aliza climbing Mt. Ebott. In this twisted new world, she finds herself a pawn of a demon.
