The Multiverse Solution Center

Chapter 9: A Fight to Remember

    After a couple of days in the Underground, Classic's life fell into a simple routine. He would wake up, grab something from Muffet's, the kids would find him and lead him around the little city while trying to hide from BlueBerror, and at the end of the day, he would relax in his room reading up on all the various multiverses.

He enjoyed learning about them, but he knew he wouldn't go to any of these after this experience. There were multiverses where Nightmare acted like a father to his team. Some where Ink actually felt love without his vials. Some where everyone was tyrannical in some way. It was interesting to learn them and easy to get lost in there worlds.

He heard people going towards the arena, but didn't care to follow this time. The fights he'd been seeing lately were mostly sparring matches and, though it was fun watching their different attacks and how they used them, it got boring watching the same people do it over and over again (why were Illusion and Template always sparring?).

His door burst open revealing an excited Palette and a more awake looking Sleepy.

"Classic, come on!" Palette yelled, his eyes complete stars. They were even vibrating with excitement.

"What is it?" Classic asked, confused. Palette enjoyed watching the fights and would seem to be memorizing the attacks and the patterns they were shot in but he was never this excited.

"Justice got challenged to a fight," Sleepy answered, his eyes awake for once.

Classic had seen Justice from a distance and had read up on his multiverse. He was a Dream who had turned and eaten every apple on the Tree of Feelings and, as a result, was taken by the positivity and now hunts his own brother across the multiverse with his own team, Justice Reigns.

    "Who challenged him?" Classic asked.

    "Shattered Dream!" Palette said. "Apparently they started insulting each other and then Shattered snapped!"

    "This is a fight even I have to see," Sleepy said, leaving the doorframe and soon leaving the inn.

    "Come on! We need to hurry or we won't get a good seat!" Palette said, grabbing Classic's hand and pulling out the door and towards the arena.

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When they got to the arena, it was packed. Everyone was either standing or trying to push someone off their seat so they could have it. There were some kids hanging from the bleachers near the top to get a better look at the fight. Before he could start looking for a safe place for him and Palette to stand, Goth's voice called from above.

"Up here!"

Classic looked up and saw that Goth was sitting in the bleachers and was fighting with Pj by her side to save a few seats. Classic teleported up there with Palette in tow.

"Who's winning?" was Palette's immediate question.

"Surprisingly no one," Pj answered. "I think Justice is playing around with Shattered but Shattered's not doing too bad himself. He even snagged Justice's pant leg with a tentacle earlier."

Classic turned his eyes to the fight and saw tentacles lashing almost everywhere. In one area in the tentacles, he saw golden flashes of light cutting them all down. He assumed that was Justice cutting them with his sword. Based on Shattered's pained look, that assumption was correct.

Palette's eye lights were practically vibrating from the excitement. Classic didn't think a kid could look so happy.

    Classic turned his eyes back to the fight and saw monsters hastily ducking behind the wooden barriers as dust flew up from the Gaster Blaster shot at Shattered. The dust cleared just as Justice shot into the air, bow in hand aiming for Shattered. Shattered saw only the golden glow of wings before he was shot in the eye with an arrow.