Cause of death: Anaphylaxis

Time of death: 12:34

Name: Tondra Font

The Doctor clicked their pen, glancing back at the body. Poor girl, she hadn't made it in time. Her body had a severe reaction, and she had went into shock. Maybe if the Doctors had managed to get her just a few minutes earlier, they could have saved her. However, it had been too late. They administered her the epinephrine, but her heart had already stopped. The shocking did nothing, her soul was already gone from her body.

She died.

He felt remorse, looking down at her. She had just been a teenager who happened to not have their epin-pen, it happened a lot. Allergic reactions to peanuts and shellfish was large in number, the worst part being monsters couldn't heal it. Once her soul was gone, that was it. After a soul left a body, that person was officially dead. By the time they had gotten the injection into her, the poor girl was already dead. Her state of shock had stopped her heart and suffocated her. It was evident by the scratch marks on her neck, she hadn't been able to breath.

The man standing next to her bed sighed to himself, setting aside the clipboard. The poor girl. He hated it when this happened, he hated seeing her family grieve like that. They could be heard from the room, the two sobbing once they heard the news. An avoidable accident, if the girl had simply checked her food she might have been fine.

Sometimes, it wasn't this bad. A few children with rashes came in, others with swollen hands of feet would waddle in as well. However, this did happen before, it was one of the most common reasons for visiting anymore. And, of course, there had been others like her. Dragged in by their family members, arriving too late just as the soul was leaving the body.

There was something off about her, though. The doctor admitted that, having seen her eyes and teeth. She didn't look entirely human, maybe the girl was related to that one fish person that had come in. They both had slitted eyes and sharp teeth. What really had thrown him off was how she had some weapons on her, some pointed object had torn up the bedsheets below her. Well, she did have them, he could have sworn. After doing a bit of looking, he found her body void of any type of harmful object.

And it was as if she didn't exist, too. Tondra Font had no birth record or information, that was a large problem. Did the skeleton lie about her name? He himself did have a record, Papyrus Font was one of the original monsters who left the underground, he wasn't one of the new generation.

Then, his thoughts were gone.

There was no warning to the sudden pain, the man slumping forward into darkness. An instant death, the doctor's heart being torn through in an instant. He barely got a glimpse of the white hand protruding from his heart before he was dead.

If he had a chance to turn, he would have found Silky to be the culprit, her own body stained with the blood of the other doctors and nurses. And if he had listened closely earlier, he would have heard the thud of his colleague outside of the door.

Silky's blank face moved from the now dead body of the Doctor to her sister's, which had been moved to the morgue. The blanket remained respectfully over her body, the girls form prominent from under the white cloth.

"Let's take you home."

Her voice was as quiet of the now empty building, tone soft as the breeze from the open door. Silky was careful as she lifted up her sisters body, hands carefully draped under her knees and back. Tondra's head fell back, her two long pieces of brown hair sticking out below the blanket. A single hand fell with the movement, the pale skin cold and dead.

Although she was nothing but a corpse to the Doctor, she was different to Silky. Her sister treated her as if her sister was still inside of her body, tucking her limp hand back onto her chest. It felt as cold as Silky's.

And although her face was covered by the blanket, Silky could almost feel that normal grin she would give whenever her sister found something amusing. Her sharp teeth would pull back, and those slitted eyes would widen with glee. The image burned within Silky's mind as she spoke once again, imagining Tondra's response.

"Silky loves you," Her sister whispered, intertwining their fingers together. "Silky loves you very much."

She could see it. Tondra's face would pull back in that smile she shared with Sans and Cole, just as it had done many times before. Tondra would say a pun, probably looking around the room for an olive to use. The body in Silky's arms didn't move; Tondra didn't move.

The hand remained stiff.

~~~~~~

"We aren't going to sit back and let this happen."

A firm set of determined eye lights focused in on her.

"We're CreepyPasta. We don't let one of us die."

It was that sense of unity that always made Undye gape in awe. Serial killers or not, they understood teamwork.

Undyne never met Tondra, the name was only told once to her over the phone. Yet, there the girl was, as a corpse, lying in a corner of Papyrus' basement on a pile of blankets her siblings had bought her.

That was one situation Undyne never thought to find Papyrus inside of. A corpse, hidden away in his house, desperate eye sockets begging Undyne not to tell.

And it was a situation she never thought she would agree to, nodding to keep her mouth shut.

The fish monster didn't dare look at the girls face, the body was sight enough to understand. A single hand lay out of the bounds of the blanket, the flesh as pale as Silky and likely twice as colder. It looked stiff, the body having been dead since the day before.

She expected to arrive to the house to find Tondra's siblings grieving. Tears were expected, it was the normal response to death.

However, CreepyPasta were never normal, were they?

Instead of grieving, they worked. Hard. Each and everyone of them, all working on different objectives. No one was settled down as they were before, everyone was always moving.

"We've already found out that Daddy is in hell," Addy had told Undyne, giving her a firm, confident look never seen before on her usually shy face. "If he can get down there alive, so can we."

It was brilliant, how they handled this. They were already accustomed to death, Sally and Ben were walking proof that dead people could be brought back to life. The CreepyPasta let their grief transform into determination, and twisted that around with a newfound sense of objective.

Go to hell, find Sans and bring Tondra back too.

Undyne, although she didn't want to, had to point out the truth. There was only so much they could do, how could they even get down to hell? And what is they couldn't bring Tondra back?

Their responses were quick, Silky's skin shifting as she answered.

"The book Tondra managed to translate gave us a possible ritual to get down to hell," Silky had answered.

"And," Cole added, grin settling on his face, "We'll beat the sh*t outta them until we get our family back."

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