Colors Of The Soul

Ch. 23 Heal Me Hurt Me

Sans lay on the table while Mettaton was overseeing what Undyne was doing. WHY the tin can had insisted on following while the others remained in the safe place, he didn't know.

"you didn't have to follow us you know. you could have stayed there and kept Paps company."

"Darling, I know what you think of us... or used to, but this was the only way to get him to stay there."

"Besides I trained Papyrus to be the best, you stupid idiot... I can't believe you got yourself poisoned what kind of Sentry are you?" Undyne commented on the situation.

"you know i wasn't the best at playing watchdog. that was Paps."

"Yet as an idiot you still did it so what does that make you?"

"pay was good. makes me an opportunist."

"You were a piss poor excuse for a sentry I mean you let a human go by."

"yeah, but you couldn't get anyone else to do it for the price you paid."

Undyne was fuming and was about to beat up the skeleton in front of her. Thank goodness Alphys was nearby.

"U-undyne can you please not taunt Sans... He is sick and needs rest until we get this poison out of him." Alphys said already getting the machine started the magic goes into it and comes back clean. It is very similar to what humans use to clean blood in this circumstance. It worked well, but although for a human they didn't feel anything but the needles, a monster on the other hand... felt ... very off. Their magic was directly tied to their soul, so while such things made humans temporarily sick and tired for about twenty-four hours, a monster could feel the effects for as long as two days and at the same time, feel like they have boundless energy for a day. It was a mess, and it made the monster a mess as well, but so far Sans seemed to be fighting through it. He had to explain to the others why he'd sent out the distress signals to the various parties.

Asgore was in his new home after getting the alert from Asriel to seek shelter he wanted to get his staff before joining the rest. It wouldn't take him long really. The process to clean the magic took less time than a blood transfusion. So about an hour later they were all back up on the ledge again; Mettaton was carrying Sans as he was too weak to stand on his own.

Chara decided to go into the underground.
"Oh where oh where are the little monsters hiding..." she snickered at her sing-song voice. The tunnel in was silent, nothing but flowers were around.

"Aren't they beautiful Frisk should we have a bite before we go.." she picked up the flower and was teasing the girl within. Frisk gagged.

"is everyone here?" Sans asked, looking around at the monsters that had gathered. Toriel and Asriel looked up and nodded.

"I think everyone is here Asgore should be here in any moment he wanted to grab his weapon." said Toriel

"he's taking a big risk." sans sighed. "can't be helped I guess. first ... this is going to be very hard to believe. believe me, if I didn't see some of the things I have I wouldn't believe it myself." Asriel knew what was coming and he braced his mom by putting his arm around her to comfort her ahead of time.

"we're dealing with a human who's been dead for many years, but decided that they had a bone to pick with us. so... they're doing it... and their hostage is Frisk."

"What do you mean Frisk? Frisk tried to.... " Toriel was having a hard time wrapping her head around this.

"i mean Frisk is being possessed. someone else is controlling her. someone we know... that ghost that has her..... goes by the name of Chara."