Returning To Plot

"Great," God smiles, "now that the message is finally across, we can continue. Nathan, adress those not made by me outside of Pentale and we'll check up on the actual world of Pentale next chapter. Also, hold on to these Frisk souls for me."

Edgar appears and closes his notebook. I take the souls. He then disappears. Anyways, how's Alphys doing?

"Sans!" Canon Alphys exclaims, entering his house.

"Sup Alphys?" Sans asks.

"We gotta go!" Alphys explains, "I found a way to get Asreil a soul!"

"What is it?" Frisk asks with enthusiasm.

"I think Ink may have a human soul," Alphys explains, "we gotta go!"

Uh, he doesn't.

"Who said that?" Sans demands.

"You heard it to?" Frisk asks.

I have a fun idea. I have to human souls. I'll give both of them to whoever gets to me first. I'm in a studio in Pentale. Good luck.

"We gotta get Undyne!" Alphys exclaims, "come on guys!" The trio rush towards Undyne's house.

Why am I doing this? Cause Edgar's

"Ah ah ah," Edgar interjects.

Sorry, God hasn't been giving you much choice. So, I'm making a choice for you to make it that makes sense. I said make way to many times there huh?

Meanwhile, Horrortale Papayrus heads towards Underfell, it being the closest AU to his own.

Everyone in Underfell is mourning the deaths of Frisk and Sans, but Underfell Papayrus is acting... different. He is still in a state of disbelief. He decides that there is no good in God, and that he shall avenge Sans. His eye glows red...

"Other me!" Horrortale Papayrus has somehow maintained his friendly demeanor and optimism.

"What?" Underfell Papayrus growls.

"Wowie!" Horrortale Papayrus exclaims, "what happened? You sound upset!"

"He killed them," Underfell Papayrus growls, "God, or he claims to be, he killed Frisk and Sans. If you don't know how to kill God, leave me alone."

"I actually do!" Horrortale Papayrus excliams, "you need seven Frisk souls!"

And I have to. First come first serve, best get moving. Go to the Omega Timeline, and speak to the king. He'll send you there.

"Got it," Underfell Papayrus replies, "Horror, stay here and keep an eye on things."

"Like a guard?" Papayrus asks.

"Yeah," Underfell Papayrus smiles, "welcome to the Underfell royal guard! See ya!"

Underfell Papayrus heads to the Omega Timeline.

Meanwhile, Red finishes off Mafiatale with little resistance. They hold Mafiatale Frisk's soul.

Hey Red.

"Who said that?" Red demands, the AU dieing around her.

Let's make a deal. My name is Nathan, and I'm the narrator. Come to my studio, and I'll give you two Frisk souls. In exchange, I ask your loyalty.

"Works for me," Red replies, not realizing I'll order her to stop killing.

Great! Now, this is first come first serve, and God should be sending you to The Archives right about now. Best get to my studio quick.

With a flick of his pen, God sends Red to the Archives.

Meanwhile, Canon Undyne, Alphys, Sans, and Frisk approach the king.

"So," Undyne asks, "we're going to a timeline that's mid run, and completely unscouted?"

"It's worth the risk," Frisk replies, "we can bring Asreil back."

"Sounds fun," Undyne grins, "I love a challenge. King! Let's go!"

The king sighs, snaps his fingers, and sends the canon characters to the Archives.

Underfell Papayrus enters the Omega Timeline and sees the king, timid and weary, his crown old and busted.

"You the king?" He asks.

The king nods.

"Pentale," Underfell Papayrus demands, "send me there."

Underfell Papayrus is sent to the Archives. Thus begins the amazing race! Who will you support?

Now the readers choose who to support in the race.

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