Hahaha, I spent all the time I was meant to be preparing for my math exam tomorrow finishing this because I thought I was putting it off for too long. Here ya go guys :D

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Reaper and Lust flinched when a deep, stuttering voice called out their names. The god of death whipped out his scythe while Lust summoned a bone as they quickly turned to face the source of where the voice had originated from. There, beside a tree, was a familiar skeleton. His clothing was slightly tattered with dirt and a red substance coating it and the left side of his skull was adorned by a large jagged hole. The single red eye stared at the two Sanses as he tried to figure out why the two were so deep in the forest, walking the opposite direction of where Snowden would normally reside.

"L-Lust? Reaper?" Horror repeated, frowning slightly. "You good?" He was pretty sure only Error could crash but these two seemed as if they had just done the same. He never saw anyone other than Error crash and he himself never crashed so he was pretty sure it was just Error.

"You, what, huh?!" Lust exclaimed. "Where did you come from?! How did you get here! I thought Ink said you and the other bad sanses couldn't get into Heaventale?!"

Reaper hissed and stood in front of his companion. "Be careful Lust! Horror is one of the more dangerous ones-"

"They're all dangerous!"

"-he eats people for stars sake!"

"Actually," Horror said, "I never ate anything until I joined Boss' gang. Even then, I don't eat people....wait, do animals count?"

"No, they don't," Lust answered with a tired look. "Just...look. We are tired and hungry, and it seems to me that you're also stuck here in Heaventale. I won't ask about what you were trying to do, I only ask that you leave us alone". The tired Sans completely ignored the God of Death's state of disbelief. "Stuck?" Horror repeated. "I'm not stuck. B-boss is trying to construct a teleportation pad here, since Heaventale is beautiful and such. It's more for us than him with all the positivity and stuff". He tilted his head. "A-And what do you mean we can't get into this au? You are aware that most of us from the gang are simply classic sans from different timelines right?"

"You're what"

"What do you apparently being Classic have to do with this?" Lust asked, once again ignoring the god beside him. "You don't know?" Horror questioned, looking genuinely confused. "I thought Ink would tell you..."

"We thought that too" Reaper remarked with a sarcastic tone, "turns out he has a mountain load of secrets."

The member of the Murder Time Trio snickered. "W-well, Classic sans is the original sans. All the other AUs are connected to his timelines meaning that if he knew how to open portals, he could technically access anywhere he wanted even if there was a barrier." He explained, "I just so happened to be Classic sans from another, darker, timeline. The only place I probably can't go is... Ink's doodle sphere". Lust stared at Horror. Reaper stared at Lust. Horror stared at Reaper, wondering what the god of death's bones would taste like with some ketchup. Maybe a bit of grilling would also add flavor...

The sound of nearby birds was heard, their shrieks of shock and danger reaching the non-existent ears of the three skeletons. "For Fox Sake" Lust cursed, "he's everywhere!"

"Then let's go!" Reaper hissed, "Horror, I know you probably don't trust us-"

"I trust anyone who doesn't like Ink."

"-But please help us escape. We found something and I'm pretty sure Ink will make sure we never tell anyone if he finds out we found out."

Lust listened to the two talk before noticing two peculiar objects on the ground. He frowned and picked them up before placing them into his inventory to inspect later. After all, who leaves two random chokers on the ground in the middle of who knows where? Not to mention the weird magic it gave off.

Reaper looked back where he could hear birds black as the night screaming and screeching, "Please."

Horror followed Reaper's gaze and nodded, he grabbed onto the two 'good' sanses and teleported away from the AU, leaving the Ink sans nothing but disturbed grass to find.

Nearby, a crow cooed, its eyes not leaving the spot that once held three skeletons. It let out a sound much like rattling before turning around and flying away, its ebony wings carrying it through the air.

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Mind wandered around the vast halls, deep blue hair looking rather unkempt. His mind was in turmoil as he pondered on what he should do, obey the orders of his best friend and idol, or betray her?

Would it be too far-fetched of a lie if he said that he could truly do what she asked him to do with full confidence? Sure, his younger sister may act irresponsible and rash, but she was still his sister and a child. No deity deserved to have their powers stripped away from them. Not when it made up their very self. Mind would not be Mind if he did not govern the thoughts and minds of those in his multiverse, just like how Memory would not be Memory if she could not play and wander around the memoryscape of the mortals. Deities did not necessarily need souls, for it wasn't the souls that made them who they were. However, having a soul does allow them to exist even if their powers were to be taken, which did indeed help Mind relax just a tiny bit.

Sometimes, Mind would wonder why the ones to govern thoughts and the past needed to be separate. Were they not similar enough to be one? Other things that would cause him a migraine to think about was what changed? Fate was once kind and rather timid. Nothing like the cold leader that she now was. The shift in personality had been subtle, but still noticeable and sudden. Fate never used to show her intelligence openly, it wasn't a bad thing but it was simply...different. Mind idolized Fate. He used to greatly admire her wisdom, the way she perceived the world was unique and something most deities would question multiple times. Now? He was hesitant. The Fate he knew wasn't like this, so why does he still follow her?

...

Mind had no answer. He just knew that he needed to find Memory. At this point, it was too late to turn back. Not after what he did.

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"hEllO EveRyonE." Mercy greeted again to the students that sat in front of him on the tables. He could feel their gazes, it was as though they were dissecting him to see what made him tick. "My nAmE iS MErCy ExpErS, YoU Can JuSt cAlL mE MErCy." he introduced, watching the teenagers carefully.

"tOdAy, wE wIlL bE gOiNg ThroUgH SoMe RulEs aND ThEn a Question AnD AnsWeR sEsSion. nO oNE iS pErmItTEd To SpEaK uNtil tHen. UnderStoOd? gOoD. RulE nUmbEr onE! If I CatCh anY of YOu aTtEmpTinG tO TakE aNy oF tHe eQuiPmenT oUt oF tHe ClAsSroOm wiThoUt aSkiNg mE FirSt, yOu wiLl bE StaYiNg bEhInd. RulE nuMBEr tWo, iF aNy oF yOu stArt tRyInG tO muRdEr EacH oThEr WhiLe iN this ClAsSroOM, yOu wilL bE seNt tO The pRinCipal'S oFfiCe aNd nOt bE pErmiTtEd bAck iNtO mY clAssEs. NumBeR tHReE, dOn'T bE toO loUd. I'm suRe EvEn dOgS Can UNDeRstanD wHAt i mEan bY tHat." Mercy glared at one of the students that had been chatting with her friend. The bunny monster quickly shut her mouth and seemed to shrink into the seat.

"nUmbEr fOur! dOn'T tOucH mE. EvEr. ThAt'S tHe eAsiEst oNe. RuLE numBer FiVe, tHe lAst One, iF yOu EvEr nEeD AnYthIng, YoU can AlWays aSk ME. I aM yOuR hOmeroOm TeacHEr, mEaniNg I wilL bE SpenDiNg mORE tIme wiTh yOu gUys tHan anY oTher mY oThEr ClasSeS. IF yOu jUst waNt soMe hElp wiTh oNe oF yOur proJEcTS, I cAn anD wiLl hElp. WanT tO avOid sOme a**HolEs That juSt so hAppEn to rEfuSe tO lEave You aLOne? You Can sTay iN mY clAssRooM, EvEn bEtTEr, tElL mE thEir nAMe-" a short skeleton near the front of the class straightened, mouth agape. His colourful cap almost falling off with the sudden movement. "I WilL DeAl WItH tHem. yOuR pArEnTs ARe chiLdIsh BrAts wHo Are tAkiNg oUt tHeiR anGEr oN yOU? TeLl mE, i'Ll gEt RiD oF tHEm fOr yOu." Mercy finished, rather happy with the rules he came up with. To him, there was nothing wrong with them.

Gradient let out a quiet strangled cry of distress, why did his father's counterpart have to be so blunt? You don't just casually say you'll get rid of someone's abusive parents! (Though, he does have a feeling that it was directed at himself in particular. Did this mean that Mercy was just waiting for Gradient's permission to 'get rid' of his parents? What did it imply?)

"Psst, Gradient" a familiar voice whispered.

"Wha-" Gradient turned around and jumped slightly. "D-Dust?! W- How are you here? You were across the room earlier!" he hissed quietly.

"I moved before Mercy started talking, you just didn't notice." The other skeleton snickered, adjusting his glasses. "Anyways, I wanted to ask you about him, how long have you known our teacher?"

The black-boned teenager paused and tilted his head. "For about two days now...why?"

"Don't you think there's something off about him?" Dust gestured to the ex-destroyer who was still talking about how dangerous the sewing tools could be. "I'm not sure what I find so weird about our teacher, but...I just don't know."

Gradient stared at Dust. He knew what the other was talking about. Whenever he was around his father's counterpart, the world seemed to become clearer, as though there had been something blocking him from fully comprehending the world around him before meeting Mercy. "I understand." he winced, "I didn't notice before but is it just me or does everyone have the same personality as they did when we had still been in elementary school?"

Dust nodded quickly, "PJ is still loud, brash and a bully. Alphys is still shy and awkward and even the friend groups have stayed exactly the same. It's rather easy to notice when there's been a fight, considering that most of us knew each other since elementary school. There hasn't been a single fight between friends. Ever."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Gradient stared at his classmates. "We grew up learning about how we should act in certain situations, but it seems like almost all of the situations... never actually happens. When was the last time we experienced an earthquake? Or a fire? When have we ever even heard about big robberies happening? How did none of us notice this till now?"

"...Gradient." Dust muttered quietly.

"Yes, Dust?"

"What is it like outside of this area?"

"This area?" Gradient frowned, "it's not nice. Monsters are discriminated against and the humans there treat us like animals."

"Right..." Dust murmured, "how do you know this?"

"The adults told...us..." Gradient's eye sockets widened in realisation.

"There hasn't ever been any news about the rest of the world, we don't know anything about the rest of the world other than 'it's bad out there'. No one in the town has ever even left before?! Wh-"

"DuSt. gRadiEnt"

The two students stiffened and looked up at his teacher.

"PlEaSE foCus. We'Re uP tO thE Q&A seSsIon. If yOu hAve anY qUestiOnS, aSk tHem Now." Mercy tore his gaze away from the two teenagers.

A hand immediately shot up, coming from a familiar fish girl.

"nAme anD quEstiON." the teacher nodded.

"The name is Undyne! Where do you come from? You don't look like you're from here." Undyne asked, eyeing the numerous scars that were carved into Mercy's visible bones.

"I'm fRom oUt oF toWn." He replied, ignoring the gasps that came from his students. Immediately, the class burst into whispers and shouts, some talking among each other and others meaning to ask more questions. "qUiet." Mercy growled, "oNe aT a TImE" he gestured at the ghost.

"N-Napstablook" The ghost stuttered, "I was wondering... what made you want to become a teacher?"

"I wAntEd tO shAre mY kNowlEdge wIth oTheRs." Mercy lied smoothly. "neXt."

"I'm PJ. Where did you get all those scars from?" Undyne punched PJ lightly. "Dude, you don't just go asking people that!"

"thEse..." Mercy hummed as he thought for a moment. "i gOt thEm beCause pEople DiDn't LiKE mE, anD I diDn'T lIke thEm."

"...That's it?" The bunny from earlier spoke up nervously.

"coRreCT."

And like that, the questions continued until the shrill bell rang. Everyone got a chance to ask questions, some asked more while others only asked about small things. Either way, everyone was left with more questions than answers as well as a lingering odd feeling.