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                  “ CAPTAIN OF THE CHEERLEADERS!

                TOP-SCORER IN SUPER DANCE FUSION!

                And first lieutenant to Captain Grime! “

Wally let out a sharp chuckle, “Heh! What cheek.” He would have been amused had he heard it from anyone else. He swallowed his burgeoning terror and crossed his arms in turn, sizing the other up. She didn’t seem particularly inclined to run him through right now, as he might have expected. Lucky break.

His brow quirked, as if waiting for a move. Why wasn’t he dead yet? And what business could she possibly have here, if not to take her vengeance out on the frogs? Perhaps it would have been wiser for him to hold his tongue from here; but Wally simply couldn’t help himself. If it happened on his turf, it was his right to know.

“In my defense, I live here,” the frog harrumphed, “Was just minding my own business. But mill about the edge of town long enough and you’d think a fellow might get suspicious, eh?”

Maybe some part of her wanted to run the miserable little whelp through, make an example out of him and and punt what was left back into town for the rest of his ilk to pay witness to, sure... but, it was surprisingly small. Smaller than she’d want it to be, even; utterly drowned out by the desire to just gripe her frustrations out.

Getting no louder even as he continued to rightfully voice his suspicions at her, the scowl growing on her face hiding no threat of violence. She knew she’d get this response, loitering about just outside of Wartwood and observing for so long... but, if anything could’ve been discerned from those observing her right back, it’d be that she surely was alone.

There was no toad army lying in wait. Just her. Not that she wasn’t a threat on her own, but that’s beside the point.

“Please, if I wanted to raze this place, I’d have done it long before I let any of you come and waste my time by chatting with me.” She said with a roll of her eyes... gaze remaining averted, for a moment. “I’m not here to hurt anybody, I’m just...”

A pause, a tap-tap of her fingers on her own crossed arms... the girl eventually lifting her eyes back to the amphibian’s. Was that... nervousness?

While being separated from one’s other party members wasn’t the best experience in a brand new dark world, they’d been handling themselves well for the most part- sure, sparing was a bit more of a process without two other ACT partners around, but it was going well enough for them at the moment.

One more turn, and this current batch of enemies would be spared and recruited back for Castle Town... or, at least, they were going to be, before a slash and a pink blur abruptly sends them FLEEing the battle with their HP suddenly cut in half.

At first, one might’ve gotten flashbacks to adventures with a certain other mean girl... but, as the dust clears and the culprit is left visible, they’d instead be met by the sight of someone much less familiar and much more human. One also wielding a pink sword, which she’d just used to... annoyingly great effect.

Sheathing it before leering back at them from over her shoulder. Eyes darting between them and their own sword.

“For the last time, you circus freaks, I want you to tell me the way out of here- wherever or whatever the heck ‘here’ is!”

The commotion could’ve been heard from mile away, and the source could’ve been easily tracked by just following the trail the fleeing darkners were leaving in their wake. A brisk walk in that direction would bring the scene into view in no time- a human, adorned in scalemail, and armed with a pink sword (did all humans just get those in the Dark World?)... which she was currently using to threaten one clearly defenseless resident.

Now, if the leader or healer were there, they’d have probably opted to try and resolve the encounter with ACTs & such.

This is one of those rare instances where the tank was given the chance to explore on her own, though, so it should come as no surprise when she instinctively resolves to enter the scene by charging in with a swing of her axe...

... what might come as a surprise, however, would be the loud clash of metal against metal and the sudden resistance that meets her as the blazing is halted by a successful block, the comparably miniscule blonde having skid on her feet from the force, but still managed to keep grip of her blade as she held the attack back; baring her teeth at the beast that had decided to interrupt her interrogation.

“GrrrrrrAAAAAH! How many of you idiots do I need to send running away before you get it through your thick heads that you can’t beat me?!?” Violent frustration rang out in her tone, her not even having to look up to know her query had already made their escape.

Meaning she’s gotta get the information out of this one, instead. Great.

Releasing grip on one end of her blade and sidestepping in one practiced motion, she lets the axeblade continue it’s swing harmlessly to her side; taking the opportunity plant a foot on the handle and bounce off of it, bringing a knee straight to the reptile’s chin, before kicking off of her to get some distance.

Like just look at this shit.

Things had been going according to schedule- a steady push through the Ruins, a pleasant pass through Snowdin, and now a hasty run through Waterfall. A trail that’s been tread hundreds of times over by other shoes, journey unchanging. Up until a new variable is introduced.

The mad dash across the bridges had started normally, pursued by the eccentric guard captain tossing spears from the below... but, the longer the chase went, the more apparent it would become that something was different. The magical spears hadn’t stopped being thrown, that much could be discerned by ears alone, but they were no longer following the human’s footfalls. Instead, flying off haphazardly, as if the royal guard had been distracted.

The source of which isn’t seen until the end of the bridge is reached, where the captain would normally corner the human and give them an express trip down to the dump.

What they’d be met with instead is the sound of weapons clashing, metal against magic, and the sight of an entirely new silhouette coming skidding backwards into view from the force of a blocked blow- a blonde ponytail swishing in the resulting gust and a pink blade glinting in the dark. A new variable, setting themselves between the human and the captain.

Who, despite clearly being much more frazzled and her armor wearing a few new scratches, still managed to return to formula; which a magical whrrr, spears come down from above and, in a flash, both are sent falling into the darkness below. Everything going black...

... only for an instant, though, as instead of having a rough landing atop of a bed of golden flowers, an arm is thrown around the other, sensation quickly followed by the sound of splintering stone filling the air- the noise growing less intense over time, and the speed of their fall lessening with it.

Slowing to a near complete stop by the time they reached the bottom, the light accompanying the arrival now finally illuminating the change in formula; another human, another child. Maybe a little younger, adorned in scaled armor and currently having caught them with one arm and held tight to her sword with the other- having slowed their descent by stabbing it into the cave wall.

Proceeding to plant a boot against said wall for leverage before yanking the pink blade out with little effort, once sure that it was safe enough for them to land on their feet with no more impact than a splash.

“Sheesh, what a drag! Can’t even stay to finish the FIGHT!” She says, the bluster not at all hiding how oddly... pumped-up the girl was, for someone who’d just went a bout with Undyne.

She doesn’t let that apparent excitement distract her for long, though, eventually turning her attention to the kid she’d just put the effort in to save from what could have been a nasty fall. “Oh, right, hey. I’m assuming you’re the other ‘weird looking monster’ who passed through before me?

Good thing I caught up when I did- Miss Cyclops up there was really going for your head... would’ve been a downer if the only other human in this stupid cave got speared, right?

“So, as it turns out, this idiot can’t juggle activity at all.”

*In the background, you can faintly hear me screaming and crying.

Only needed a couple verses for different points in the timeline. Don’t plan on adding any crossover verses because they’re honestly unnecessary. Sasha already got thrown into another world once, it’s perfectly plausible for it to happen to her again.

And, considering how small the Amphibia RPC seems to be, I really don’t wanna be writing variants of her if I don’t have to.