Pinkie looked so frail in her arms, yet Toriel knew the pony was quite strong and had survived another harrowing experience. This equine had just been in some kind of battle that involved her floating in a bubble of light at the end of it and there Toriel came in to hold and comfort her little pink heart breaker with a soft hand rubbing her belly.
“What’s wrong with her leg and face?” Red looked both worried and a little saddened by Pinkie’s injuries. It was kind of hard to tell with her flat face and even flatter delivery of the words she spoke, but Pinkie knew given that her sister is Maud.
“Its soul damage, it’ll take some time and rest for her soul to heal. I don’t know of her other injuries, but I’m not about to let my mare friend run off into danger like this again.” Fussing over the pony as she held her head against her chest, Toriel moved over to one of the pillars where she sat down to lean against it while keeping a tight but careful grip on a whimpering Pinkie. Toriel’s eyes roved the pillars she leaned back against and they widened slightly. “That energy build up, it was a black attack. Thank goodness it didn’t hit Pinkie.”
“Black attack… isn’t that a powerful attack that tends to cause anything from destruction, decay or death upon hitting anything?” Looking at the pillar the upset queen was sitting against, Red could see that a large portion of the pillar had been worn away heavily on one side and slightly less so on the other.
“Yes and I The Wonderful Papyrus am quite surprised that my brother was even capable of such a powerful attack, but fear not for I have thwarted the fiend who stole the visage of my father’s spirit and my brother’s body!” The Ever Friendly Papyrus dragged a tired looking Sans over to them. “Finding out my brother hasn’t left me all alone fills me with a joy that is great, I might even say that my joy is greater than even me!”
“Papyrus… you are the best brother ever.” The weakened Sans was still out of it from his devastating loss of energy, being forced to charge that attack had taken a lot out of him. “You saved me and Pinkie; I honestly didn’t even know you were that powerful.”
“Do not worry about it Sans, for I Papyrus would do anything to make sure my friends and family stay safe! Even if it means putting everything I have into doing so!” The Grandstanding Papyrus took a self important pose with his arms crossed and head held high, his cape fluttered in a wind that wasn’t there. “Nyeh Heh Heh, I’d be a rather ‘bone-ly’ skeleton now if I didn’t take my dream of protecting those precious to me seriously!”
“Yeah, I’m definitely boned without my bro around; because let’s face it he has some real backbone to jump in front of an attack like that. I think it will be a while before my funny bone can get back into action, then I’ll be humerus once more.” Sans statement was blunt and out of nowhere. “Tibia-honest and tooth-full, I could use some rest before I get back to my skullduggery. I don’t think I can rib any of you at the moment, but I’ll take that as a phalange to get better soon. Likely the next time you see me, I’ll be feeling spine.”
Pinkie gave off a round of loud giggles before coughing some flecks of blood into her left hoof, yeah her insides were still damaged from all the gravitational forces and Toriel was giving her a worried look. She gave her goat friend a weak smile; the strong arms holding her gently eased her body into a more relaxing position. The Temmie Armor was working its magic, but she wasn’t going to be one hundred percent for quite a while and talking right now would have been rather painful. Her head was pressed against Toriel’s chest and her goat friend’s heartbeat made the world feel nice and calm.
“Get some rest now Pinkie. I know laughter is your favorite medicine, but right now I think all it will do is hurt you.” Having the pony she held looking up at her and trying to smile was breaking Toriel’s heart, Pinkie was undeniably strong and positive even when she was hurting. She turned to the skeleton that had saved Pinkie from a dangerous attack. “Papyrus as a recognized queen of the people, I can’t believe I’m really doing this, I hereby grant you potential status as a royal guard. Before you go off shouting it to the world, you are not yet fully recognized as a royal guard as I need to see if you can uphold the position. I need to know that you can follow orders, but can also go against them if it’s for the good of the people or others. You can even come to me and question my actions if you think there is something wrong with them. If you accept this proposition, my first order is for you to take care of your brother first and see to his safety. I also order you to follow your heart and to not abuse the authority given to you. Those are my only orders right now, do you accept?”
“Oh my goodness, I the Potential Royal Guard Papyrus can abide by those orders quite easily! Following my heart and training is all I’ve been doing for a long time, so that shouldn’t be too hard for the likes of me!” The Bright Smile Papyrus hefted his brother up and disappeared by skele-porting away with him.
“You made him really happy Tori.” A hand went to one of Pinkie’s ears and started rubbing away slowly making the pony drift off with a hum of appreciation. Toriel started whispering into her ears and as the sweet words flowed, the pony quickly decided that it was nap time.
“Yeah, but why do I feel like I’ve just doomed everyone by giving Papyrus authority and responsibility?” Toriel shook her head and tried to banish the horrible thoughts of a spaghetti empire forming because of that skeleton, the image was a plate of spaghetti using him as a puppet leader in a ridiculous fashion. “I trust and hope that he can handle it.”
“It is your will my queen. I’m sure he will not abuse his authority when he actually gets some, even he didn’t seem that foolish to me from what I saw.” The skeleton was a little silly, but Red thought he had a lot of heart and the smile on his face as he left really cheered up the dour mood considerably.
“Now we just have to wait for Pinkie to recover some of her strength. Are you staying to watch out for us Red?” Receiving a nod from their cloaked friend, Toriel leaned back and let out a sigh of contentment as she hugged Pinkie tenderly.
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It had been almost two hours and ten minutes later when Toriel’s eyes snapped open and she looked down at Pinkie to find that she was still there. The left side of Pinkie’s face didn’t have that horrible gray streak on it and her right leg was halfway to being pink again, the other half of it was still gray and lifeless.
Pinkie shifted about and mumbled in Toriel’s arms and after a moment she calmed down. Hearing someone coming, Red was immediately had her sword out. Toriel could only guess what Muffet had done to Red, but it must have been horrifying and like Pinkie she would not rather think too hard on it.
The one who came running was none other than the yellow scientist lizard with the hand held BUSTER strapped to the side of her lab coat, it was Alphys. She looked around a bit and upon seeing them she smiled without an inch of nervousness on her face. She was becoming braver by the day and came up to them looking happy to see them. Red simply sheathed her sword and went back to leaning back against the pillar.
“Have you met up with Asgore yet and… what happened here? Oh… oh dear, Pinkie, is she okay?” Looking at the wear on the pillar, Alphys didn’t ask much more, especially after seeing Pinkie’s partially gray leg which led to her surmising what had happened here.
“She’s doing better; she’s still recovering from her run in with a possessed monster. The situation has been dealt with and surprisingly no one died.” At least with what little she saw, Toriel hoped that no one died. It was a concern that Wing-Ding Aster ‘Gaster’ Font had possessed his own son to a dangerous degree, could someone even die twice? She knew she could personally explode more than twice, but that was just her. Shaking her head of that random thought, Toriel turned to address Alphys. “Alphys what are you doing here, are you here to help, are any of our other friends coming?”
“Well… there’s something I wanted to tell you. You see, it’s about those stolen souls, they are probably with Asgore. Hold on, that’s not exactly what I wanted to tell you!” It was an upset Alphys who held up her hands in a calming gesture as if to prevent Toriel from setting off on Asgore in an explosively dangerous manner. There was a smell of brimstone coming off of Toriel.
“What is it then that you wanted to tell me aside from the fact that I’ll be seeing the stolen souls of children?” Toriel calmed down as Pinkie became slightly upset at her agitation and her mare friend really needed to finish her nap without complications. Her pony quickly got comfortable and nuzzled into her neck calming her down. Could she ever really let go of Pinkie? It was beginning to worry Toriel that she had too strong an attachment and that Pinkie might feel the same way, she wasn’t about to be the reason that Pinkie never saw her family or friends again.
“You’re so nice and warm.” Pinkie muttered from her perch in Toriel’s arms, the blush that crossed the goat ladies face was rather vibrant.
“Right, well what I wanted to say was that the bodies of the children have been perfectly preserved in stasis from the moment their souls were stolen. Their bodies are in the same place that Chara’s body was placed when he let his soul be taken as his body… died.” It took a while for Alphys to remember what they did with the bodies of those children and she was wondering if Toriel wanted to know about them. There was quite a strange thoughtful expression on the face of the queen. “I just thought that you might want to know about that. Aside from that I’m here to help in any way I can and yes the others are getting together, I’m not much of a fighter… I’m more of a lover in many aspects.”
“Yes, I did want to know that and I needed to. That’s really good news actually. After things are said and done I can at least put their souls back where they belong and revive them if the stasis was good enough. It’s not exactly good news because even if those children had families to return to at the time, those families are likely long gone after so many years.” Toriel stroked Pinkie’s mane as she looked down at the pony now hugging her with one and a half legs. “This means even if the children were to be revived, they would have nowhere to go and are in fact orphaned by Asgore’s actions if they weren’t already orphans like Frisk. Pinkie, I know you’re awake, how are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling…” Pulling away from hugging her goat friend and after opening her mouth to speak, Pinkie’s eyes widened and she turned her head away from Toriel and started spewing blood and bile. Her goat friend gained a horrified look as the fluids splattered all over the floor nearby. After wiping at her mouth with her left hoof, Pinkie looked a bit embarrassed. “I actually feel much better after having done that, but I’m really hungry now. Internal bleeding really takes it out of you, I think the Temmie armor dealt with most of that first and I just had to get the rest of the blood out of my body by losing my cookies. Are there a cookie monsters or apes escaping around here? I want to get some cookies back into me.”
“Give me a second Pinkie and I’ll heat something up. Alphys can you please go get us a lot of food and drink? We both missed eating since ‘some pony’ wanted to get an early start and I will not beat the hell out of Asgore on an empty stomach.” As she said this, Toriel pulled out the container that had the quiche in it from her backpack. Toriel pulled off the lid and her hands started faintly glowing, within a minute Pinkie started sniffing the air and hummed appreciatively. When you had leftovers that needed warming up or baking to be done, then Toriel was your goat. “Aside from the fact that Pinkie also needs to replace all the blood she lost. She might think she’s fine, but she’s pale and could use a good meal before we deal with what could inevitably become a life or death struggle. Not that Pinkie hasn’t already faced that a few hours ago, I’m not exactly hopeful that something worse won’t come up.”
“With your luck Toriel, I would think the mountain collapsing down on top of us all or it suddenly becoming an active volcano would be the next logical step in Murphy’s Laws.” Dryly stating the likeliest outcome for a worst case scenario was Red. She knew that Toriel has had a series of inconvenient things that have happened to her that were not likely coincidental as she seemed to be fates chew toy for sob stories and emotional trauma.
“No, I can actually deal with a volcano. I can also obliterate the mountain above us, but I would be hurting the nature that happens to live around it.” Putting her palm to her chin and tapping her nose with a finger, Toriel started to think of the worst likeliest scenario involving her she could possibly come up with. “Actually what I think will happen is either Asgore or another monster absorbs all the human souls and then proceeds to use them to do horrible things, one of which will be trying to kill Pinkie. At this point I should expect that to be the very thing that will happen. Of course if in the initial using of the human souls incapacitates me and any other monsters that happen to be around that could possibly do something about it, then Pinkie will be fighting alone for a time until I or any of the others can break free. So I want a full stomach, because I know for a fact that something is going to go wrong in the most 'annoying' manner possible.”
“I’m with Tori on this one; even I can see that everything she said is going to happen. I guess all we can do is our best to grin and laugh in the face of danger; I’ve done that plenty of times. Kind of how I ended up down here, you know I always thought that purifying an immortal pony twisted by darkness born of a deep rooted jealousy using the power of friendship would be the highlight of my life,” Going slightly cross eyed Pinkie became thoughtful, then she took a bite out of the warmed up quiche. “Don’t think the dragon really appreciated me laughing at it while wearing a silly outfit before all this started come to think of it.”
“Is it wrong of me to think that my mare friend had a death wish before we even met?” Toriel turned to Red with a pathetic look on her face.
Red mulled it over and shrugged as she was just a puppet monster with a chip in her shoulder about life since meeting Pinkie’s horrifyingly fanatical spider friend. If you were to ask her about strings and how to not let them hold you down, then she’d definitely have more to say and add to this conversation. After the two finished eating, Red would give Pinkie something the pony needed for the foreseeable future.
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Full of food and a given few minutes to try and befriend Asgore by herself, Pinkie made her way forward. Toriel was going to be busy checking the coffins with the preserved bodies while Pinkie did this. Whether or not Pinkie was successful in her endeavors to befriend Asgore didn’t matter, Toriel promised to flat out beat up King Asgore ‘Fluffy Buns’ Dreemurr. The severity of how badly Toriel would rip into him depended on how well he treated Pinkie. If Asgore attacked her pony, then Toriel was not going to hold back her wrath on the man she once loved.
Knowing this Pinkie put on her best hopeful smile as she sauntered forward into a room full of vegetation and flowers, there a throne sat in the only clear spot in the room. Her right leg was almost completely pink right on down to the hoof; eating food really sped up the recovery process and she ate a feast before setting hoof in this room. The back of a large goat person sat before her and he turned around upon hearing her steps coming into the room.
Asgore had a hopeful look on his face and it fell as soon as he turned with a swish of his cape to see Pinkie standing there bright eyed and straight tailed.
“You were maybe expecting Tori?” Asking this quietly, Pinkie sauntered up to the big man himself looking up at him curiously as she sat down in the flowers. He was far bulkier than she had imagined, King Asgore was a large beefy looking goat monster. “Well I don’t think she really wants to see you right away, but she’ll still come and right now she’s gone to check on the children’s bodies.”
“Tell me, does she still at least have a spark of fire in her?” It was for the sake of his mind that Asgore even asked this, he was the one to throw water on that fire.
“Oh yeah, I’d say she’s rather hot.” Waggling her eyebrows, Pinkie hoped it would amuse him. “She gets pretty depressed at times, but I’ve been trying to help her through it and I’ve managed to make her smile quite a few times.”
“Good, that’s… good. I’m sorry, I would ask if you would stick around for tea, but I’m afraid we’ll come to conflict soon miss?” Stopping here Asgore looked at Pinkie searchingly; even if she was friendly he didn’t like what her presence represented.
“Oh wow I’m being rude; hello there I’m Pinkie Pie. I’m an earth pony; my special talent is throwing parties and making people happy.” She went up onto her hind legs and held out her left hoof, her right was still a bit gray at the tip. “I already know you’re name, but it’s still nice to meet you mister?”
“I’m King Asgore Dreemurr, you can call me Asgore. Follow me please; I will not sully these flowers or what they represent by trampling all over them when we come to blows.” Asgore shook her hoof and turned to look over the Ulex flowers with sadness. He motioned for Pinkie to follow him. Seeing that the friendly pony following him, he led her out the back of the throne room to a hallway that led to the barriers edge, while leading her there he just had to ask. “So how did you come know Toriel?”
“Well it’s a bit of a story, but I fell down here after a falling off a mountain. My world doesn’t have humans so I’m quite sure I’m from an alternate dimension. After I hit the floor I quickly met Toriel in the Home Ruins, she led me through the ruins and made me the most delicious cinnamon butterscotch pie I’ve ever had. Even when she was trying to help me understand how things work around here I could tell that she was a super sad goat lady, I’m surprised I can make her smile or even laugh so hard that she bleats.” There was a noted wistful look on the king’s face at Pinkie’s words. Pinkie had to tell him she was dating Toriel and she hoped he wouldn’t be too mad about it. “I like how a lot of monsters start calling her ‘Goat Mom’ after a few minutes with her. Even when life hasn’t exactly been nice to her, she keeps going.”
“She always did have an adorable laugh to go along with her sweet voice. She was always so strong too, stronger than me at least. So, the Goat Mom thing is still happening around her?” The king snorted in amusement as they walked into a vast space of pure white. “I’ve hurt her badly and I don’t think she’ll ever fully forgive me for all that I’ve put her through. Which leads me to this question, how long have you been dating her?”
“Almost ever since I got here… wait, how did you know? No, I think know. It’s because it isn’t easy to make her smile or more importantly laugh until she bleats.” Stopping Pinkie actually looked around at the vast white expanse before her. “Whoa, what is this place?”
“This is the edge of the barrier that holds us all down here. I just want you to know that I don’t hold dating Toriel against you Pinkie, if you’ve been able to make her happy again then I’m glad that she found someone like you.” Turning to face the pony, Asgore took out a large fork he twirled it and then stabbed it into the ground at his side prongs down. Seven tube rose up and six of them were filled with colorful souls. “I’m afraid that I will have to try to take your soul, I don’t think Tori will ever forgive me for it if I manage to do so. Can you defend yourself?”
“Yes, I can protect myself. I really don’t want to fight you though; you really seem like a nice reasonable guy… well except for the whole attacking me thing. Monsters really like doing that to me for some reason.” As she said this Pinkie pulled something out and stabbed into the ground at her side, she would then proceed to strip herself of her saddlebags and leave them in a corner in the hallway behind her. “Do we really need to do this? Tori is going to be really mad at you if she finds you hurting me after I just finished healing from my previous injuries. Throwing up blood is not fun and neither is internal hemorrhaging.”
At Pinkie’s side stood an object that was as mighty and grand as Asgore’s giant fork, it was a spoon. It was a really large spoon with a handle that had blue and yellow stripes, the shaft was dark magenta and the scoop was bright pink with a familiar emblem of three balloons on its back.
Red had given Pinkie the end result of Project Grave Digger, Pinkie had never asked for it and she didn’t want another shovel after what happened to the last one. It was too late for Pinkie to stop the highly personalized shovel from being put into her hooves ensuring its inevitable destruction. Pinkie didn’t know how long this shovel would last and she didn’t want to think about it.
“You know this is a bit silly when you look at it that way… say did you know you’re big fork is going to be fighting against my big spoon?” Smiling cheerfully Pinkie hummed in thought about the weapons name. The project was called Grave Digger for obvious reasons, but the name of the weapon was actually ‘Laughter’s Resolve’ and she didn’t know if she even liked the name until she thought about it. It reminded her of how Toriel could still laugh and smile, she had just about given up on having a shovel that wouldn’t break under the extreme shenanigans she could put one through. Now she was going to use this one. “Oh my goodness, this will be a silverware battle! So who has the butter knife?”
“I see what Toriel likes about you; you have a heart that’s like a child’s. Yes this is necessary, well mostly to me anyway, not so much for you. Are you ready?” Being the king that he was, Asgore stood tall crossing his arms and waited for Pinkie’s answer.
“I don’t want to, but I’m ready as I’ll ever be. You don’t seem particularly surprised that I’m going to use a shovel.” To put things into perspective, Pinkie was a small pony and Asgore was a big heavily muscled monster at least twice her weight even without the armor. Pinkie looked positively puny next to him and now she was shaking a hoof at the air. “Hey, I might be small, but I’m no pushover! I’m no Negative Nancy, now there’s a pony who’s a pessimist and even then we’re decent friends even if she is a real downer! ”
“I’m not too surprised because I watch Mettaton’s shows. Best entertainment we can get really.” Looking up at the air Asgore had to wonder who Pinkie was addressing, shaking his head he picked up his trident and pointed it at Pinkie while giving off a heavy sigh. “I suggest you get yourself ready, have at thee!”
Asgore didn’t move forward or attack Pinkie immediately; instead he swung his large trident in a wide arc and swished his cape to wait patiently for her to ‘make a pose’.
“Every day I’m shoveling!” Raising the shovel above her head with her left hoof, Pinkie’s shovel shined brightly and sparkled gloriously as she shuffled a bit waiting for Asgore to make his move.
Asgore charged forward and Pinkie did so as well and they clashed their weapons together, a large blast of air came off their impact and Pinkie stood her ground pushing against his weapon with all her might. After several seconds of stalemate they pushed away from each other, Asgore was a bit surprised by that outcome.
(Shovel Knight - Fighting with all our might, arranged version)
Pinkie charged forward and swung her shovel outwards only to be deflected by Asgore who proceed to stab at Pinkie. She rolled under the stab between his legs and came up to slap him across his unguarded back putting a small dent in his armor.
Asgore quickly spun around and would have taken Pinkie’s head off; if she hadn’t disappeared. He immediately jumped backwards out of the way as Pinkie came down to strike the floor with a thunderous crash; she used that impact to launch herself forward towards him in an attempt to do a Spear Spade.
Catching her shovels blade between two of his tridents prongs Asgore twisted and slammed Pinkie into the ground. He pulled his weapon back to nearly skewer her with a strong thrust that had her rolling away from him onto her two rear hooves.
Pressing his advantage Asgore charged Pinkie who quickly jammed her shovel into the ground at a forty five degree angle; she waited until he was almost on top of her.
“Taste the Rock Salt!” Pinkie lifted her left rear leg and stomped down on the handle of the shovel flipping it back into her hooves and launching a large section of the floor into Asgore’s face knocking him down from the harsh impact.
As Asgore stood back up he used the shaft of his trident to block the overhead swing Pinkie brought against him that forced him to skidding backwards a few inches from the force she put into it. His conjured weapon even cracked from the blow.
Pinkie held out her shovel and waited for Asgore to come at her, a sparkle of energy traveled down the length of the shovel from handle to the tip of its blade.
Lunging forward Asgore tried to use his longer weapon to his advantage, only for Pinkie to crouch under the vertical prongs and spin into his attack dragging the shovel along the floor. She brought it up and with a mighty swing, only she didn’t hit him.
Instead of pressing forward Asgore had quickly retreated upon seeing her move and didn’t actually escape unscathed. When he leapt backwards a spiraling crescent shaped blade of air shot out of Pinkie’s shovel and slammed into his chest plate causing it to crack.
Pinkie suddenly had an angry blonde haired muscular goat man on her and she didn’t particularly like the airs incidental innuendo. She clashed her shovel with his trident; she held her shovel in a reverse grip and used the scoop to catch the prongs. She was forcefully pushed backwards and where she quickly used the shaft of the shovel to block the follow up swing that sent her flying a few feet to her right where she slammed into the floor.
Asgore leapt high into the air and tried to come down on her with his trident, Pinkie locked the shovel between two of the prongs as she stood up. Managing to stand her ground and with a twist of the shovel, Pinkie caused the falling Asgore to land sloppily and he started stumbling having become off balance.
Disengaging the shovel from his trident while he stumbled, Pinkie rammed her right shoulder into Asgore and then slammed the handle of her shovel upwards into his chin dazing him. She swept around and slapped at his left leg with her weapon and managed to topple him.
Asgore immediately spun his trident from his prone position and clocked Pinkie harshly across the right side of her face with back end of his weapon which flowered outwards into small spikes.
That last attack caused Pinkie to start whimpering and bleeding from the cuts she had acquired from the action, not to mention it forced her to back off. It was not like she hasn’t lost enough blood today. Pinkie should really stop glaring at the air; it could really hurt her beautiful bright blues eyes if she kept doing that.
Even in that short amount of time fighting the king, Pinkie was breathing pretty heavily having strained herself to keep up with his notable physical advantage over her. She made up for it with incredible skill and agility. The pony prepared for the kings next attack.
(End music.)
“Enough!” Hearing Toriel shout, caused both combatants to freeze up and look towards the goat lady that had just witnessed Pinkie take a painful looking hit to the face. Red and Alphys backed away from her with slightly fearful looks on their faces.
“Toriel, it is nice to see…” Started off Asgore as he stood up, however it was obvious that he had earned his ex’s ire. He swiftly received a flaming foot that lifted him from the floor while melting the metal between his legs upon impact; he crumpled while clutching at the molten mess between his legs. The sudden pitch in Asgore’s voice went hilariously high and squeaky. “You…”
“Huh the chapter’s title actually makes sense this time, has the world gone mad when I wasn’t looking?” Ignoring Pinkie’s continued insistence that there is no fourth wall to this story and that the king just suddenly had a sex change via hot foot to the gonads, Toriel proceeded to throw flaming right hook to his face that knocked him flat on his back.
“You always did have a mean right hook Tori.” Hilariously squeaky voice aside, Asgore wasn’t about to lift a hand to defend himself against Toriel even if he did have an imprint of her fist burned into his face.
“I swear, no one has any idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that!” Goat Mom Toriel was a flaming pyre of anger and resentment at the moment, which was until Pinkie walked up to her and hugged her around the waist calming her down drastically.
“I’m okay Tori; it’s just a scratch.” Pinkie received a pair of arms wrapped around her warmly returning the hug she was giving.
“Oh well now isn’t that just nice. I honestly don’t know how you made it this far without the power of saving, but you’re not going to be going anywhere.” Hearing the voice they all turned to see a devilishly smiling flower that had the six human souls floating around him. “You asked who had the knife you cootie spreading jerk… well that would be me. In this world it’s kill or be killed after all, I’m going to show you exactly what I mean. Even if you did have the power to save, it wouldn’t help you now!”
“I called it, pay up!” Toriel said and held out her hand, Pinkie, Alphys and Red grumbled a bit and they all passed Pinkie’s smiling goat friend twenty gold each.
“I still thought the active volcano thing would have been a way better idea!” Pinkie intoned vibrantly.
“I was still banking on Asgore going crazy with power.” Red muttered next to her in a flat tone.
'“MRGRGR, hey, I’m trying to start up an evil villain monologue of how I came to be here! Are any of you paying attention to me?” Flowey was completely upset that they were all ignoring him. “Oh you guys are so asking for it! I’ll absorb the power of all the monsters down here starting with those in this very room! Of course I will still explain my back story in a long overdrawn monologue before that, I’ll just have to force you to pay attention!”
“Are you seriously going to make us suffer through that?” Tilting her head at the ‘mad with power’ flower, Pinkie didn’t want to hear a boring monologue.
“Yes!” Flowey started giving off a deranged laugh as he powered himself up with the souls of the six human children.
Vines sprouted up around the room capturing the monsters, thus creating a captive audience as Pinkie took to holding her shovel at the ready.