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//Her laptop sort of “popped”. //So that’s why @vptrail and Cookie haven’t been responding to stuff.

The Pacifist Route nears its end. The Throne Room looms before the party.

Angel stands, grinning over at their companions. Cherry had been brightening up over the course of the route. Laughter and shared jokes had helped in opening them up, and even Muffet had been bright and cheery as she witnessed dates, cooking shows, jetpack joyrides, puzzles, traps, musicals, and even a dance-off.

She’d screamed and jumped in abject terror in the misty halls of the True Lab, and even now she still seemed a little spooked - her nerves were settling, but Angel could still see eagerness in her eyes.

They were about to meet the king, after all.

* So, Muffet. Angel leads in with a smile.

* Are you ready to fight the king? * He shatters the MERCY button and forces us to fight him. It was terrifying the first time we met him. I didn’t want to fight him... Cherry didn’t either.

Turning to the apparition, Angel smirks. * They spent the whole fight trying to put the button back together. It took me bringing ASGORE to his last breaths to actually be able to SPARE him. * The mercy made him... break. Angel sighs and smiles solemnly. * Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if we stayed with him. If we took his offer and tried to be a family. * But I don’t think the last name of DREEMURR suits me as it does Cherry or Az, that’s for sure.

* ... * But what do you think, Muffet? * Ready for a court with the king?

The Reckoning is rumored to be over. 

So the Spider thinks. She rests for a moment in the Parlor, idly collecting thoughts. Her first thought goes to her dearest friend, her love. There’a painful grit of teeth, sadly, she could not see him immediately. But.. She had some questions that needed answering FIRST. 

Steady on her feet, the Spider walks with purpose and vigor. Her strides are fast, within seconds, she’s blinked to the RUINs. Careful to round every corner so not to be caught off guard, the Spiders chipperly regard Miss Muffet as she passes. She hasn’t the time to greet them, she spares a kind smile, but sadly nothing more.  Her heels click with every step, her foot fall sounding to let anyone know she dwells near. If the HUMAN was going to combat her, she’s ready and in the open. She only hopes that their word is kept true. 

He’s been too long. A guard is held, and time begins to march forward once again. However, whatever they do here.. seals the TIMELINE again. There is no way for them to get to the SURFACE if they kill here. She has to remember that. 

[TXT to @divinus-caedem] * Do you mean to say her soul isn’t there? * Frisk - I-

* There’s nothing we can do on this end, is there? * We’ll.... keep going on with everything over here but, until we get back, you need to make sure she’s fed and stuff.

Asriel sighs, landing with a huff atop the hotel bed. He had planned to fold and put the rest of his clothes away, but at this point in time, his mind was racing. With all but a snap of his fingers, he teleported the clothes that were folded in the suitcase inside of the drawers.

A groan came from him, as he placed his palms on his forehead. * Uuuuuughhhhhh... Muffet? He called out to the spider, who too was preparing for bed.

* Hey Cher. * I spy.

Mettaton NEO had been felled without a second glance. Glamour and gloating ended in nothing but spare parts, cast aside.

Angel could feel the LOVE surging through them, as they stepped forwards, towards New Home.

They equipped the Toy Knife again, looking at the plastic utensil.

It is cast aside. The real thing was only steps away, was it not? Almost within reach. Almost ready to lay the final blow on their opponent.

* ... * You’ve been quiet. They speak, to no one, and to someone in particular. Their apparition, their demon. The first fallen human, the fallen Dreemurr. Chara.

* You’re dreading seeing him again, aren’t you? A soft sigh, as Angel slows to a crawl, eventually just _standing_ still, looking off into the distance, seeing that small, quaint little cottage in the distance.

* ...You know we have to. * He’s waiting for us to finish it, after all.

The ANGEL does not wait for a response from the DEMON before resuming their march.

* uhhhhhh... * That didn’t feel all too good.

* Oh. I’m not feeling my own body. * Guess Az actually did it, then.

                         Welcome.. to the BEGINNING of the END. 

             [THE DEMON]  [THE VICTIM] [THE MARTYR]  [THE ANGEL] 

                                            [ C O N T I N U E ? ]