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The lights go out from Switch’s eyes. “I know the story, G…. But not that kid’s name. Our last is a justice soul- named Justin. Punny, eh?” He shakes his skull, rubbing circles in his temples. 

“Chara and Asriel grew close for us too. The first 4 fell pretty normally. For us, you ended one of them, and Asgore got the other 3.”

“And then a determined kid fell and killed everyone up to Paps. Reset the world, and yet…. Something broke. I’m… Still not sure what. But everyone remembers. Every reset, every timeline made of ours. We all remember.” He laughs dryly. “I got that kid’s soul. We aren’t sure how we got the purple kid’s soul- we never saw her traverse the underground. I think the flower had something to do with it.” 

He let Sans speak as he felt necessary, quietly storing the information away for… well, hopefully for nothing. Ideally, he’d never need the information, would never need to get involved in the affairs of another timeline.

And yet…

“I’ve done no such thing,” he tsked quietly. There was no malice in the words, for he personally knew how tricky discussions of alternate realities got, but he still didn’t want to be associated with that particular ack. Even if he wasn’t innocent, even if his SOUL was stained with EXP, the single kill to his name was –

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” he continued, voice as soft as the generally grating tone of his voice would allow. He let out an exhale, unfolded his arms, fingers tapping together rhythmically in front of him.

It was important to remember that such matters required a hint of…delicacy.

(How would things change, he wondered, if everyone knew?)

It was best not to dwell on the topic.

“I can only imagine how chaotic and unsettling such a situation must be.”

“Pretty sure I said for my timeline, G. Not YOU, but the dad I know.” Switch grumbles. Hands back in his pockets, the skeleton’s eyelights flicking over the taller. 

“It’s fine, G, we’re figuring it out. But apparently my shortcuts reach a hell’uva lot further than before.” He laughs dryly. “So.... Not all that interested in surface life, eh? Why?”

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“Frisk? Who’s that, G?” He watches the mechanisms of the CORE for a moment. Ah, the CORE. His dad’s greatest work. “And why you down here then, if the barrier’s broken?” 

So it couldn’t be simple.

A light exhale–Gaster couldn’t exactly be surprised. Nothing seemed to be simple–not anymore.

Though, Gaster had to ponder–Frisk tended to be fairly consistent across the universes, though the names of the first seven varied. It made him wonder what other discrepancies were between two seemingly similar realities.

“I’m personally not so eager to abandon my home. Getting to the surface was never a priority to me.” The words were a hint resigned; tainted with memories of a life that had never existed.

No matter.

“Frisk is the eighth of the humans to have fallen into the Underground.

"I’ll be as brief as I can:

"Humans and monsters used to share the surface, but approximately one thousand years ago, a war broke out that lead to monsters being sealed underground.

"The Kingdom tried to be happy, tried to find peace in the situation, and this was aided by the birth of a new prince, Asriel. Asriel wasn’t very old when the first human, named Chara, fell, and the duo grew close. Unfortunately, fate had other plans; Chara grew ill, and Asriel, in desperation to fulfil their final wish, absorbed their SOUL and passed through the barrier, where he was fatally wounded by the humans above.

"The death of both of their children tore a chasm through the people, but most specifically between the King and Queen, who were unable to cope with the grief. King Asgore, specifically, found solace in declaring war on the humans above, while Queen Toriel found the idea unthinkable, and disappeared.

"Six humans fell, their souls taken for the ghastly goal of breaking the barrier.

"The seventh, however, despite everything managed to survive…and with the help of the other human souls, broke the barrier and freed monsters.

"However, just because the barrier is broken doesn’t mean the fight is over; the battle is political currently, but humanity isn’t entirely keen on accepting us back into their lives. War could, again, break out at any moment.”

The lights go out from Switch’s eyes. “I know the story, G.... But not that kid’s name. Our last is a justice soul- named Justin. Punny, eh?” He shakes his skull, rubbing circles in his temples. 

“Chara and Asriel grew close for us too. The first 4 fell pretty normally. For us, you ended one of them, and Asgore got the other 3.”

“And then a determined kid fell and killed everyone up to Paps. Reset the world, and yet.... Something broke. I’m... Still not sure what. But everyone remembers. Every reset, every timeline made of ours. We all remember.” He laughs dryly. “I got that kid’s soul. We aren’t sure how we got the purple kid’s soul- we never saw her traverse the underground. I think the flower had something to do with it.” 

Hands reflexively go to his pockets, and Switch sighs. A ketchup bottle is pulled from one, brought to the skeleton’s mouth with a laugh that’s more anxious than anything. “That’s ah, probably my fault, sorry Pops. Getting used to new powers is pretty difficult, y’know. Takes a skele-ton of work.” 

The pun felt… hm, forced wasn’t quite the right word. Nonetheless, he declined to return with one of his own.

He also turned–facing the internal mechanisms of the CORE, letting the shadows of the bright snaps of energy dance on his face.

Talking about his timeline always felt so… impersonal. Like discussing the plot of a book, or chatting about one of those cartoons Alphys adored so much.

“Standard, insofar as I can tell. Nothing much out of the ordinary here. Frisk has fallen and broken the barrier, allowing monsters to be free on the surface.”

“Frisk? Who’s that, G?” He watches the mechanisms of the CORE for a moment. Ah, the CORE. His dad’s greatest work. “And why you down here then, if the barrier’s broken?” 

Accidentally stepping through to other timelines is something the stout skeleton always has to be mindful of when using his shortcuts- One wrong step and you’re in an Underfell timeline, or even the Alpha Timeline- Something Switch would much rather avoid. But these new glitch powers from being deleted and remade are tricky. His shortcuts reach much, much further than he’s used to.

Dad? Well, it’d certainly been quite a long time since he’d been called anything similar to that. Nowadays, Papyrus always defaulted to the more formal father while Sans… well, Sans did everything to avoid referring to any potential relationship between them. As easy as it would have been to tease him for the slipup…

This wasn’t his Sans. They were strangers. Such a thing would be inappropriate.

Regaining his composure, he folded his arms behind him.

Hands reflexively go to his pockets, and Switch sighs. A ketchup bottle is pulled from one, brought to the skeleton’s mouth with a laugh that’s more anxious than anything. “That’s ah, probably my fault, sorry Pops. Getting used to new powers is pretty difficult, y’know. Takes a skele-ton of work.”