{Please be aware,this is my own AU. The reader is an experiment of Alphys, and is all human souls caputured until now, and part monster soul. Rest shall be revealed later} A soul as brittle as glass, of one meant to be a weapon is such a vulnerability, yet no one realizes. Justice, kindness, perseverance, patience, bravery, integrity, and Ꭰєтєямιиαтισи. Add part monster and there, you have yourself Ꮯσмρσѕυяє. The ability to switch between each needed trait,depending on a current situation. A gun, a pan, ballet slippers, a knife, book, gloves, and a dagger. And monster abilities wise- the manipulation of reality. Someone has a fascination with you- Always did. They always got their happy ending- but it ended. Another pacifist got bored. Until, a genocide route and the oldest soul gets activated.