The following is not an accurate representation of Chuck Testa. It is a work of fiction. I have no clue what Chuck Testa is actually like.

It's around six now. The sun begins to slowly set over Memeville. I still haven't figured out the meaning behind Sans's words. It's not easy being green. Is he accusing Luigi? Maybe Weegee? Maybe he's implying Pepe commited suicide? I just don't know.

Before I can think on it any further, my phone rings. It's Candela, the leader of Team Valor. I answer.

"Hey Candela," I greet, "how things on the mainland?"

"I found it Spark," Candela replies.

"Found what?" I ask.

"Moltres," Candela replies, "I caught it."

That means I'm the only one of us who hasn't at least seen their team's legendary bird. Am I doing something wrong? I just don't know. "That's great," I reply, "so I won qualifiers."

"About that," Candela explains, "I didn't quite see the match. Blanche was busy too. Sorry dude."

Well that stings. Our friendship has been on thin ice ever since people started picking sides and joining our teams. It's a darn shame. We used to be best friends, ever since we were kids. Lately however, managing our teams, hunting down the legendary birds of Kanto, we've drifted apart. The strong rivalry between teams has only made things worse. When I was chasing Fluffy, he went into Mystic turf. One of them actually pulled a switch on me. Blanche, leader of Team Mystic, didn't really seem to care.

"It's fine," I lie, "I gotta go. We'll talk later."

"See you," Candela replies. I hang up. I see a wild Snorlax. I immediately throw a ball at it. Everything seems to come to a screeching halt. I hear a voice, "nope, Chuck Testa."

Chuck Testa, another meme, appears behind me. Chuck Testa, a meme based on a taxidermist commercial. Ever since becoming a meme, he's developed the ablity to slow time just before getting hit, and dash out of the way. He always says, "nope, Chuck Testa," when he does this.

"Heh," he smiles, "gotcha. Name's Chuck, Chuck Testa. Was looking at the roster, and saw you were my next opponent. Thought I'd say hello."

"Nice to meet you," I reply, "name's Spark, leader of Team Instinct."

"Pleasure to meet you," Chuck smiles, "see you at the match."

Chuck begins to walk off, "oh," he explains, "and just so you know, there's no rule saying I can't kill you. Just saying." I try to stop him but... "nope. Chuck Testa." Chuck disappears.

I go back to Kappa's house. Kappa is an odd meme. He's often sarcastic, but speaks in a very monotone voice after an accident involving his vocal cords. He has lost the ability to speak in any pitch higher or lower than his monotone state. To portray sarcasm, he creates a copy of himself, an ability he has. He has grey skin, and no one's sure why. However, despite all this, he is an immensely successful stand-up comedian.

I walk in and see Kappa thinking aloud some jokes. "So," he thinks aloud, "Pepe's dead. Yknow' they do say it's not easy being king, or green for that matter. Being a green king must have been stressful."

"Sup' Kaps?" I greet.

"Oh hey," he smiles, "I just won qualifiers."

"Who'd you fight?" I ask.

"The troll face," Kappa smiles, "man, he could pull some crazy stuff. Every time I'd almost beat him, somthing ramdom would happen and block my attack. Then he'd get this smug grin. I managed to overpower him with sheer numbers."

"Nice work Kaps," I smile.

"Oh," Kappa explains, "this letter came for you." Kappa hands me a letter in a red envelope. "I read it," he explains, "and it seems a little shady."

I read the letter. "Meet me at the edge of town at seven. A friend."

"Want me to tag along?" Kappa asks.

"Send a dupe," I reply. Kappa creates a duplicate of himself. A mindless drone. It follows me blindly. The dupes have no conciseness. They fell nothing, they are nothing. They have no soul. They are simply drones.

I reach the edge of town around seven, right on time. The dupe stands silently, ominously. I notice a bouquet of golden flowers. I pick it up.

"Put me down!" A voice yells. I drop the flowers. Flowey reveals himself. Flowey the Flower. A manipulative soulless flower living solely off of DETERMINATION. No one knows his true origins.

"Oh," I taunt, "I've been wanting a salad. Zaps growls at Flowey.

"Listien," Flowey explains, "I need your help."

"I'm not listening to you demon," I snap back, "Let's go." My mons and I begin to leave.

"Wait!" Flowey yells

The way he says wait... there's desperation in his voice, my gut tells me that much. "Get to the point," I demand.

"Listen," Flowey explains, "the kid you met earlier, Frisk, they have a certain power. They can RESET the timeline. They've reset this tournament over and over and over."

"Why?" I inquire.

"Because," Flowey sighs, "in the semi-finals, Sans will be killed by Chuck Norris."