The morning was surprisingly calm, grey mists lifting up from the river as the sun's rays struck it. The clamor of the Varden was oddly muted and distant, as though the war was far away and unimportant this day.
And perhaps, to some, it was.

People; skeletons, humans, and dwarves alike rose in expectancy of an event that had been spoken of the past few days. A wedding.
Roran's wedding.

But it seemed so much more- perhaps because of so many powerful figures and races were gathering in peace to see a Dragon Rider marry a man and woman together.
So of course, such a historical event needed to be grand.

Indeed it did, Lust couldn't help but agree as he stepped out of his tent into the sharp air. He could see the preparations from where he stood, cooks starting their fires and farmers prepping animals for slaughter.
A bit morbid, but easily forgotten when he remembered his cocoa.

He grinned to himself, then went back inside. He had enough to spare for the occasion, he could get more afterwards as needed.

. • °

Dust was blinking repeatedly at the overexcited and overzealous scientists- yes, plural- before him. Omega was watching him distrustfully from the side, but he was ignored as Sci waved wildly at him.
"Could you bring them out please?"

Sighing, Dust reached into his inventory and handed them over- not without hesitation. He was loath to part with them. Even Papyrus was worried, reaching out longingly despite being invisible to the others.

Dust forced his hands into his pockets as the prized belonging was taken over to a prototype generator.
"Ya sure it works?" He asked nervously, sounding as casual as he could.

Sci flashed him a smile, holding up his phone. "It charged this no problem." He waved it, turning the device on. Dust paused.
"Isn't it kind of useless here anyway?"

This time, the other one glanced up as Sci looked aghast. "You can't seriously have forgotten the cameras!"
"This is about the cameras? Really?"
"Yes, really! This is a historical event that must be documented!"
Dust sighed. "I'm not a historian. Besides, it's just a wedding."

Sci gasped, marching closer. "It is so much more than just a wedding. It's a sign of tremendous change for all of us! Based on Alagaësia's history, it's just as important to them as well! Don't you see it? The wars that shaped the Multiverse into what it is are ending, our homes are disappearing with this end and ancient enemies are becoming allies. Allies. Look at us. We're talking casually without a single threat of violence or danger. It's not just a wedding. It's a declaration of peace and new beginnings, and of a new era for everyone involved."

Dust glanced drily at Omega, then sighed again, relaxing. "To be fair, we met a lot before as well. You were just curing poisons for us…. Could'a used you when we first fell here." He added a little sourly.

"What was that?" Sci asked, hearing the last part and not understanding.
Dust sighed and strode over to a chair, collapsing into it with a muted thunk and a wince before shrugging.
"Brom." He stated simply.

Sci narrowed his sockets as he attempted to place the name, before blinking.
"He was that first Rider that created the Varden, right? You met him?"
"We did. He was dying. Poisoned." He gestured vaguely before staring hard at his hands.
"The dude had this.. aura. It was so weird. When we first ran into him, Saphira and Eragon, I could feel them before we saw them, and…" He hesitated.

Then he waved helplessly. "He just felt like Nightmare in some way. I don't know what it was, but it made me.. us, all of us, want to help." He glanced at the entrance to the tent, sadness warping his face. "And even if we all at first hated Boss, he still started to care over the years, and that change is kinda hard to ignore. Brom just got an immediate extension. I don't know what it was. He.. felt… like Nightmare, I don't know."

There was silence as Sci tried to understand.
Then the other one spoke up, voice heavily accented in wingdings.
"Describe how Nightmare feels to you, then."

Dust shot him a strange look. "You wouldn't understand."
The slightly indefinite figure shrugged. "Perhaps I cannot, but that doesn't mean I won't try to. I would like to know what about this human- and this god- bothers you. You're still a very close version of my son. As is the rest of you."

"Can you understand what your absence does to us then, Dr Gaster?" He slipped into wingdings while crossing his arms.
"Abandoning us when we're kids for your own machine."

Gaster hesitated, looking down. He stared thoughtfully between his own feet for some time, long enough for Sci to hesitantly find a seat as well, Omega crossing his legs as he sat on the floor.

Then he looked back up.
"I cannot speak for all of my alternates, but I believe most of what I am about to say is a sentiment many of them share. If I could go back, even in a Reset, I would do everything in my power to avoid falling into the Core that day." He paused, regarding the trio with a sigh, preparing for his next bit.

"I regret it more than anything else, that mistake. I was forced to watch helplessly as I was forgotten and replaced, my very own sons forced to grow up without guidance or family other than each other." He explained, gesturing softly before continuing with a hint of anger.

"And then the curse of the Resets came. To watch involuntarily as an entire race is slaughtered with your own children is a fate I… wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Especially after finding that they could be freed later on as well- only to be brutally murdered by that same.. 'savior'. So I find it all the more horrifying to imagine the possibility of that same loop occurring over and over and over again until-"

He broke off, turning away as he brought a hand to his face. He stood there for a moment, the tent silent as more than one skeleton started to break down.
"I just can't bear it." Gaster finally murmured quietly.

A choking sob drew his attention back to the others, surprising him. Omega was the one who did it, hugging himself as he grimaced and hiccuped. Dust just sniffed, tugging his hood lower to hide his more silent tears, Sci sitting there with a forcibly straight face and wiping his sockets repeatedly. Gaster took a step forward, not sure who he should comfort or go to first.

"I just couldn't take it anymo'." Omega choked, rocking back and forth. "Pap dyin' o'er an' o'er again an'  I coul'nt take it. I gav' up on him stayin', I just. Couldn't. Take it. Him dyin'. Brought bac'. Dyin'. E'ry damn time he open his arms- 'I believe in you! You can change!' An ev'ry time his skull pops off an' he's dust in the snow, just mo' dust in the snow." He ranted hysterically, taking a breath to keep going- but then Dust took up the speech with a crazed wildness in his eyelights.

"And that little shit did it over and over and over and over, grinning every fuckin' time like Mk watching Undyne train. Like it was the best fucking thing in the world. So much dust, so many people blowing in the wind. Turning the entire Underground into some kind of Snowdin. How many times. How many times. I tried and I tried and I tried and nothing did anything. 'You'll never be Determined enough'. They told me. 'You can't even kill a kid'. Frisk would say. But I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't I couldn't I couldn't- so I did. Killed that fuckin' weed before they even woke up. It. Felt. Good. It felt so powerful. I felt so powerful. I was gonna fucking kill that piza' shit if it took the entire goddamn Underground. And it did. It took them all. They made it another game, who could kill the most monsters? Who could get the most Determined? I beat that fucking demon at it's own fucking game. I won. I won. They lost. And I got to keep my brother. He's still here- I thought I was fuckin' insane but he's here. He's okay. He's safe. He's still the coolest. I'll do anything for him. He's my brother. Best bro. Right, Papy? Coolest bro?" He practically begged fervently, staring off at what was invisible to the rest of them until the last moment.

The spirit materialized in a whirl of dust to hug his trembling frame, silent. Dust sobbed into the ghostly embrace, shaking violently from normally buried memories. Powder turned to look at Gaster, a hidden plea in his sockets.
He stared back hesitantly, glancing at Omega as the other shivered and grasped at his skull.

Then he sighed, reaching out and suddenly tugging them over with blue magic, both flinching and struggling frantically against the pull before he suddenly wrapped them both in a hug.

The two remained stiff and anxious from the foreign embrace until Dust shakily started to relax, shifting into deep breaths as he started to calm down.
Omega, after a moment longer just listening to the evening out breathing pattern started easing up himself, shivering.

They sat on the floor like this for the better part of a minute before the entrance flap of the tent parted slightly, a multicolored flame flickering in briefly as an ever-changing in color eyelight peeked in, colors predominantly blue and violet.

Gaster shot it a look, noticing how the other flinched away and started walking off, only to yelp when he dragged the other in via blue magic.
The man only froze when he saw the other Sans in full.

Broken.
Half his skull was gone, the yawning absence filled with soundless, colored flame that curled around his skull, dancing across what was left of the bone in erratic wisps as the same glow emanated from the deep, lethal slash across his ribs, flickering out of his shirt as his Soul hung exposed in front of him, shining in the colors of the human Souls. He crossed his arms then, concealing the core of his being and most of the dreadful wound from the other. Gaster blinked, processing what he just saw before he noticed the other tremble slightly.
His remaining socket was damp, lit up with a faint trail of tears.

Without another thought or word, he immediately tugged the newcomer over to hug him as well, ignoring the "hey!" from him as he pressed his teeth to what was left of the other's skull.
"All of you are my son." He decided out loud, not a shadow of a doubt left in his mind.

They were all hurt and suffering, all forced into a painful existence with a brutal past because of a single human child.
But this wasn't that place anymore.

This wasn't the Multiverse anymore.
It wasn't an AU.
It wasn't the Underground.
It wasn't the Void.
It wasn't Snowdin or the Hall.

This was a tent in a sparsely grassed plain, in the middle of an encampment of multiple races cooperating for the same goal:
A future.

He nearly sighed when he saw the flap pull back one last time, only to hesitate when he saw the strange, dark figure peering in, vivid, wide eyelights the color of a winter sky at morning locking in on him. The dark one noticed Dust, glancing back at him in a silent question.
Gaster shrugged softly, making sure not to disturb the other three.

Seemingly satisfied, he turned to leave- "Don't go."

Dust's hoarse and raw voice spoke up wearily, watching the god with a mute plea. Nightmare hesitated, seeing the other two tense up as they noticed him, wary. The Guardian of Negativity made to speak, then hesitated again.

Then he slowly sighed, the limbs emerging behind him sinking lower in defeat, shoulders slumped. Without a word, he silently approached the group as benevolently as possible, pausing at a chair. He peered at the others for a moment, studying them. Then he quietly made his way over to sit beside Gaster, who studied him back curiously. He didn't say a word as the flaming skeleton leaned away from him, only to flinch and stare at Dust.

Still without saying anything, one of his limbs reached over and wrapped around Dust, who gasped softly but went limp regardless. The branching tendril lifted him up and set him closer to Nightmare, the Guardian of Negativity letting him lean into Gaster as the branch wrapped around the grey-stained skeleton comfortably.

They sat in relative silence for awhile, the general buzz of the world outside unable to interrupt their personal bubble of aching peace. Not even the movements and fumblings of Sci could disturb them, though Nightmare stretched his limbs over to provide an extra hand of sorts, the short scientist sending him a confused but grateful look for the effort as he messed with the machine at the back of the tent, illuminated by the sun with the back panels being moved out of the way.

The small group was practically asleep by the time a switch clicked and the mechanism hummed. Dust was the first to turn, sockets going wide at the colored lights that bathed the dark corners cheerily, the atmosphere immediately gaining a slightly more.. nostalgic feel. His eyelights followed the train down to a single bulb that refused to glow.
"127's still there." He chuckled softly, breaking into a grin.

"Dust, these are yours." Nightmare realized, blinking before facing him. "You gave him yours?"
He nodded. "They should be lit up. They deserve to shine."

There was a moment as the others realized his sentiment, Omega surprising them all as he spoke.
"The broken light makes it better." He commented, studying Dust with an unreadable expression.

Said skeleton squirmed a little under the gaze, not used to the lack of aggression from the other. "It's always been part of those lights. Ever since we found them in the dumps and fixed them up."

Omega looked away then, peering at the christmas-y glow as Sci settled some of them in Nightmare's limbs. The Guardian of Negativity twitched, shooting him a look. "I'm not Gyftrot." He grumbled, despite not making any effort to remove them.

Dust chuckled once he realized how unbothered Nightmare really was. "You like them."
The other scowled. "I do not, I am just not in the mood to risk breaking them."
"No way, you really do like them."

He scoffed, about to argue when he got the grin on Gaster's face. "What are you looking at?"
The other rested a hand on his shoulder.
"They really do bring out your reflectiveness with delightful highlights."

Nightmare blinked, looking appalled despite the slight blush on his cheekbones.
"Holy crap, you're blushing."
"I am not, it is merely a reflection of the lights." He denied, the glow intensifying.
"Boss, only 20% of the lights are blue!" Dust giggled, leaning back to avoid a half-hearted swipe.
"First you accuse me of purring, now blushing. You imbecile."

"Oh, we're bringing up the purring now?" Dust sat back up with a grin, revealing Nightmare's mistake. "The dryad purring? Ooohh boy." He turned to the others. "You would never believe it." He started, Nightmare's sockets going wide in disbelief. "You wouldn't."

"You bet your non-existent pelvic cushion ass I will." Dust waved a phalange at him with a wild grin, blinking as his brother secretly chided his language.

"You can purr?" Gaster dared ask. Dust spun in place, giggling as Nightmare tensed.
"No, it was merely an unusual rattle."
"You were purring. Like a cat. That was not a rattle, even Orik and Horror agreed."
"Orik doesn't know what he's talking about, and Horror was just as much of a mocking bastard as you."

Dust held a hand over his sternum in mock injury. "I'm hurt. Ouch. Oof. Uuugh. The pain. I might Fall Down from this."

Nightmare stared drily, Gaster holding back snickers as Omega snorted half-heartedly, Color hiding a slight smile.
"You done?" The Guardian of Negativity quested flatly.

The tent flap opened, revealing Dream holding a cup of tea in both hands, a lone vine lifting the fabric out of his way as he smiled cheekily.
Nightmare stared at him intensely, suspicious.

"I can't help but agree with Dust on this one, even though it includes me as well. It was definitely a sort of purr." He said, sipping his steaming drink.

Nightmare gasped dramatically, branches curling in on themselves as he leaned back in disgust.
"Oh!" Dust exclaimed. "Betrayal! That's gotta hurt!"
"Dream, how could you." Nightmare choked before sniffing the air.
"You're drinking gooseberry tea?"

A sudden wide, nearly maniacal grin spread across Dream's face. He giggled, holding it closer to his face as he breathed in deeply of the smell. A certain eagerness gleamed in his eyelights, the orbs obtaining a greenish hue as his sharp grin widened. "Yes. I have my inca berry tea."

Color was about to speak when Sci beat him to it. "You like those? The.. goldrn berries? You mean.. like golden flowers??"
"Don't interact with him, he might go feral." Nightmare warned him in a dead voice, collapsing backwards on the floor. Dream just sort of sighed through his teeth, producing a hiss.

"Gooseberries. Or inca. Nothing to do with golden flowers. They're more closely related to the tomato and can grow in the wild quite commonly, but are sometimes farmed, you know. Wonderful little things, wouldn't you agree?" His vines twitched as he tilted his skull to one side, still clinging to his mug with a hungry gleam in his eyelights.

"Are you okay?" Color finally asked. Dream snapped to face him. "Am I okay? Of course I'm okay! I'm ecstatic! I have my wonderful inca berries after ssoooo long without them. Ego desiderari eos." He purred the last part, leaves shuddering as his vines writhed in their winglike positions behind him, producing an odd, almost reptilian shuffling sound that still retained a similarity to a tree shifting in the breeze.

"Excuse me, but what language was that." Sci deadpanned, recognizing but unable to place it. Nightmare deadpanned at him. "You think our first language was english? Or heaven forbid, wingdings?"
"Wait, you wingdings wasn't your first?" Omega sat up in surprise.

Dream chuckled slightly. "We may technically be skeletons, but we weren't raised as them. Our single parent was a tree, after all." He shuffled his leafy wings, admiring a few leaves and vines on his arm. "And for the record, I said I missed them." He gestured with the cup, meaning the berries.

Then he regarded Nightmare. "It wasn't even latin we learned first, right?" The darker sat up straight, surprised as he spoke in a strange tongue. "Chiar ai uitat?" Dream blinked, sockets widening in recognition. "Ah! Română. Cum aș putea eu."

"What." Dust deadpanned. "That wasn't greek or latin."
"Of course it wasn't, we're older than that." Dream explained, a slight accent in his voice appearing and vanishing as he spoke.
"What was it, then?" Color quested, curiosity piqued.

"Română, of course." Dream smiled. "No, that's not the english for it."
"Oh, I forgot the translation…. engleză, was it?" "No, that's English in it, the translation is romanian. We were speaking romanian." He turned to explain to the others.

"That.. is a small country in Asia, right?" Gaster spoke thoughtfully. Nightmare shook his skull, chuckling. "No, Romania is in eastern Europe. But yes, we came from Romania."
"Geez, how many languages do you actually know?" Sci questioned in disbelief.

Dream shrugged, taking another sip of his tea. "I think it was somewhere around.. 107, I think? Last I checked myself, that is. I don't remember when that was, it might have been before I learned lithuanian and pashto. Oh! And sindhi! ….And korean and japanese, heh."

"...How many are you fluent in?"
Both twins blinked. "Well, of course there's this one." Dream started thoughtfully. "Wingdings, latin, greek, spanish, french, a bit iffy, but mostly solid on mandarin, echaltresse, several signing dialects, norwegian, old english, a pit spotty with hebrew sometimes, and definitely japanese." His eyelights sparkled with vivid yellow. "I have been enlightened by anime."

"Figures you would be." Nightmare scoffed, smiling slightly. Sci paused, then Gaster mentioned something.
"Wouldn't that mean that your current names are not actually your original names? You would have first been named in romanian."

"Perceptive, isn't he." Nightmare commented. "But yes, throughout the eons our names have changed to match the predominant language." His eyelights blurred thoughtfully. "Yes… once upon a time my name had been Coșmar."
"And mine had been Visa." Dream added softly, glancing at his brother.

Nightmare scowled. "Coșmar, however, is dead. He was weak, and couldn't fight a pathetic village, couldn't speak up and explain to Visa that the săteni were not as they seemed, that they called me a diavol, a devil, a lipitoare of positivity and otravă. So yes." His eyelights flared furiously.

"Coșmar has been dead for eons. I have survived, no matter how despicable I have been. I have gone by Efiálti, by the Tenebris, by Amesgaiztoa, by Noite and by Yuè shén, I have an endless array of terrible names, and only one has ever remained the same, and only one has ever been so... kind as the name gifted by the elves." His voice cracked slightly near the end, staring at the ceiling blankly, despite a tear trickling down his face.

There was a moment of silence before Dream silently went to sit beside him.
"And throughout all those endless, looping centuries, I have always had a name opposite to his. Oneiro, Lux, Ametsa, Día, Tàiyáng jīngshén… and I'm tired of it. Part of me wants to go back to Visa, back to simplicity, but…." He glanced at Nightmare again, sighing.

"But I like Islingr. I like it. It feels like… it just feels right."
"It feels like a new beginning." Nightmare admitted quietly, shrugging. "It's a strange feeling in experience. So.. rare, after so long doing the same thing endlessly to no end. Of fighting until it grows dull and we lapse into vigilance, then further into minor matters and interests until those interests grow and swell and lead into us clashing once more and battling anew…. We are both sick of it. Things would never change…"

"Perhaps because we would never change." Dream contemplated out loud. Nightmare sighed, branches moving up and down in a shrug rather than his shoulders. "Perhaps it was."
Their little bubble of christmas light peace lapsed into silence.

Then everyone went still when the sound of a lone horn blew across the land, stilling even the entirety of the Varden with it's unexpected tone.

They glanced at each other, suddenly concerned- when it sounded again.

The Twins surged to their feet, suddenly aware of something the others were not. The second blast was fading-
"Dust, gather who you can at the north entrance." Nightmare commanded as a third horn called out over the plain.
"Those who can fight, that is." Dream added nervously as silence started to fall all around them, intent on following his brother as he paused, looking back.

His eyelights met Gaster's as Dust, Color and Omega disappeared. "Will you fight, or protect?"
The formerly lost to the Void original Gaster of the first Universe hesitated, shuddering as the clamor of drums sent the camp into a wild frenzy. He seemed almost lost in a memory, eyelights entirely dead.

Dream looked ready to say something, worried- when a look of calm, focused fury seemed to settle on his face.
"Sci."
"Dr Gaster?"
"Continue with both projects if you can in my absence- as you did before I arrived- but prioritize getting the women and children to safety. Am I understood?" He glanced at the younger, the short scientist cringing slightly but nodding, a little frightened by those raging violet eyelights. They softened then, a lighter shade of purple. "I just don't want to fail protecting our freedom again."
"I understand. Go, teach them what makes us Sanses so powerful, eh?"

Dragons roared as the old Royal Scientist smiled at the alternate of his son. He bent down and hugged the shorter, ignoring the surprised squeak.
"This time, I promise I'll return alive." He murmured in his home tongue.
"Buddy, you need to hurry if that's the case." Sci chuckled at him. "I.. promise not to forget."
The old man hummed, smiling as he set Sci back down. "Thank you." He whispered, turning around to meet the Guardian of Positivity.
"Take me to them."

. • ° . • °

A large host stood at the edge of the embankments surrounding the army, watching the enemy troops unloading from the five black boats two miles out.

Nasuada turned to peer at the newcomers just as Saphira landed upon the mound that ringed the camp beside the already waiting GB. She was distracted for a moment as she ordered her men to allow the Kull, Nar Garzhvog, inside the camp, the enormous Urgal promptly walked up the incline to demand who their challenger was.

She pointed at the boats before facing the Twins and their tall tagalong.
"Who is he? I had not heard of any monster like him."
"He arrived late yesterday evening, we learned of him too late to reasonably inform you. He has been tested in war before- and is perhaps among those more experienced than most." Nightmare explained, stepping away.

Error glitched loudly from where he stood, drawing the others' attention.
"Dr Gaster?" He questioned. Said skeleton hesitated, recognizing him.
"You're the Destroyer."

The glitch blinked again. "The Void sent you here?"
"Yes."
Error frowned, calculating internally. Then he shook his skull. "Now isn't the time to ask, just come here."

Gaster, although more hesitant, seemed to share the same sentiment as he approached Error. The glitch was so tall compared to most other Sanses he stood at equal height to the first Royal Scientist.

The distraction now largely forgotten, they studied the men.
Arya soon announced. "I put their number between two hundred seventy and three hundred."
"Why so few?" Jörmundur questioned, Red agreeing with a usual amount of vulgarity as Orrin scowled.

"Galbatorix cannot be mad enough to believe he can destroy us with such a paltry force!" He removed his crown-shaped helm and wiped sweat from his brow.
"We could obliterate that entire group and not lose a man."

The Twins both regarded each other in concern as Nasuada added. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"This is obviously a diversion of some kind. A common tactic. Brutally common." Gaster growled, his form losing solidity for a split second- then a familiar amalgamate pressed itself to his side. He glanced down at them, confused for a moment before he smiled faintly.

Nar Garzhvog spoke up thickly. "The new one speaks true. The Dragon King is a false-tongued traitor, a rogue ram, but his mind is not feeble. He is cunning like a blood-hungry weasel."

"We should just kill them all from a safe distance, they might be capable of something inescapable or immediately lethal up close. Note how none of their number carry ranged weapons." Gaster explained, pointing to the back of the troops where the archers were typically found.

Nasuada sat back up as a messenger boy took off from them, facing the Kull. "Nar Garzhvog, your people are safe within our camp. They are gathered near the east gate, ready for you to lead them."
He grunted.

She then nodded to Gaster. "I can think of no reason to engage them in the open. We can pick them off with your attacks and archers once they are within range. And when they reach our breastwork, they will break themselves against the trenches and the staves. Not a single one will escape alive."

"When they have committed themselves, my horsemen and I could ride out and attack them from the rear. They will be so surprised, they will not even have a chance to defend themselves." Orrin explained.

Nightmare spoke. "We can just make it easier by flying out and blasting them all to nothing, you won't even need to waste your arrows then, maybe not even you calva-"

He was interrupted by the same horn from before, this time amplified several times. Anyone with sensitive hearing immediately covered their ears or skulls, crying out in pain.

"Damn!" Gaster hissed as it faded to tolerable levels again, all of them standing straight again. He was about to inquire further when they all went still.

Rising out from behind a copse of weeping willows came a dragon and several dragonic skulls. The Rider held his gleaming red blade high over his head as familiar psychotic and slightly glitched laughter rang out from the party behind him.

"Nightmare!" Came another, deeper voice. Both Twins stilled.
"Come out and fight us!"
They glared at the flickering red-stained shadow that was fast approaching.

"Wait." Reaper interrupted them, GB already taking off despite Saphira's snarl of warning.
"What?!" Nightmare snapped, eyesockets wide. The god of death faced him in fear.
"Where the fuck is she?"
"Who?!"
"Chara."

They hesitated, realizing what he meant. If all of their opposites were here, then where was Entropy?
The answer abruptly arrived when a stand of trees was suddenly rent apart.

An eerily familiar goatlike abomination of plant and metal rose from the trees, a single girl in a black skirt laughing hysterically on it's television head. A reddish hue filtered through it's screen, almost entirely black except for the flickering words displayed upon it.

HELP ME/K̶̛̘̖̤͉͕͎͆̈̊̔̔̓Ǐ̵̹̟̤̱̑̐͆̑̀̚L̶͓͔̱̳͗̍̈́̀͘L̵̲̬̺͉̝̜̲͉̮̅͠ ̸̰̞̌͑͛̓̅̏̆̚M̷̛͔̳̦̙͛̍̚E̵̡͔͓͔̬͍͗̑̆͂̅̎͌͜

GB yowled from the air, altering his course to intercept the other.
Then Red spoke up, voice strangely quiet and incredulous.
"That's my Flowey."