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... And so Alphys, head of the Royal Guard, breathed her last. Her body in heavy armour fell down as heavily, with a deaf, lonely thud. The maniac had stepped over her dying, melting body victoriously silent, as if it was a disgusting pile of stinky garbage beyond his feet. He didn't even look behind. She had her chance to accept his deal and join him as his former friend. But it seems... "Friend" was a name way too far-fetched for that leaking and cracking half-corpse, not even worth a penny for funeral organisation. Unworthy. Priceless. Fallen before HIM. Just like everyone else, trying to stand against the fanatic, tired of apathy towards the emergency situation all over the underground with those humans endlessly wreaking havoc after falling down here. So he has taken all matter in his hands after one killed his brother and he only would find his dust later... Now he killed her. It was not hard for him mentally, but... She drained him good during the fight, so now he was barely able to walk normally, stumbling often. But at least she is no longer a threat for him and his motifs... Or so the maniac thought?
...
Alphys, though she would no longer breathe, no longer move, getting colder and emptier with each second passing, still thought. Her strong and even brute mentality was broken, deeply wounded by his friend-turned-enemy. She could not see that incoming from Sans, whom she supported even after the tragic death of Papyrus, trying her best. She would even let down a tear any friend would in such situation. She could not foresee. Her memories were eating her inside-out. Those cooking lessons, those trainings, those smiles, those hopes and dreams of becoming a member of the Guard, a useful member, full of honour and respect. It was so... BITTER. All of this would only make it worse. Thoughts were cluttering, the vision was blurring even more, everything before eyes in moments turned so grey and lifeless... But... Would she let this continue? There are TWO murderers wandering around, taking lives again... And this time, more than ever... Even if one of them used to be known as a friend... STILL, it is her OWE to everyone trapped down her: TO PROTECT and HELP. She had done it before, she had caught two of the murderers from above and delivered them to the queen... Why would then she, Alphys, let her own home FALL in misery and drown in DUST? WHY WOULD SHE?! WHY!!?

- WHY!? WHY WOULD I, ALPHYS, LET THAT HAPPEN!? I CANNOT... DIE JUST YET.... THEY NEED TO STAY SAFE... I SHALL SAVE THEM, IF NOBODY ELSE CAN.... I CANNOT DIE... I SHALL SMASH YOU FLAT!!!!!! STILL... - and right after she cried those words in her mind, she felt that bright, burning feeling striking her body from all the sides in lightning bolts and each strike would give her STRENGTH to get up.
Her body stopped melting, and suddenly, just as if time went backwards, tarted getting back to normal, assembling anew, piece by piece, under the red fire of the striking bolts. She first stood on one knee, then got up on both legs...
- ... I... LIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!! - the mighty cry full of this very vital urge thundered through the silence around, filled with rage and rejoice.
The harbinger of terror stopped dead at the end of the bridge. He was surprised, although not even a sound would come out of him. He stood in place for a bit and only afterwards did he turn his head right to look at the rival, resurrected with the power of DETERMINATION...
But even with this power, Alphys still could not scare him for he had as much as her... Or even MORE. He had to make sure he has more... To continue his path to the FUN LIFE of the future, built on the DUST of SACRIFICED.

- L E T ' S S E E F O R H O W L O N G . . . - a sign appeared on the hoodie of the gone skeleton brother, now worn by his barely recognisable sibling, whose smile was growing crazier with each letter being spilt on it with something dark and black as void.
He suddenly run rampant off the place, loudly laughing for there was so much COMICAL up ahead for him.

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... And so Alphys, head of the Royal Guard, breathed her last. Her body in heavy armour fell down as heavily, with a deaf, lonely thud. The maniac had stepped over her dying, melting body victoriously silent, as if it was a disgusting pile of stinky garbage beyond his feet. He didn't even look behind. She had her chance to accept his deal and join him as his former friend. But it seems... "Friend" was a name way too far-fetched for that leaking and cracking half-corpse, not even worth a penny for funeral organisation. Unworthy. Priceless. Fallen before HIM. Just like everyone else, trying to stand against the fanatic, tired of apathy towards the emergency situation all over the underground with those humans endlessly wreaking havoc after falling down here. So he has taken all matter in his hands after one killed his brother and he only would find his dust later... Now he killed her. It was not hard for him mentally, but... She drained him good during the fight, so now he was barely able to walk normally, stumbling often. But at least she is no longer a threat for him and his motifs... Or so the maniac thought?
...
Alphys, though she would no longer breathe, no longer move, getting colder and emptier with each second passing, still thought. Her strong and even brute mentality was broken, deeply wounded by his friend-turned-enemy. She could not see that incoming from Sans, whom she supported even after the tragic death of Papyrus, trying her best. She would even let down a tear any friend would in such situation. She could not foresee. Her memories were eating her inside-out. Those cooking lessons, those trainings, those smiles, those hopes and dreams of becoming a member of the Guard, a useful member, full of honour and respect. It was so... BITTER. All of this would only make it worse. Thoughts were cluttering, the vision was blurring even more, everything before eyes in moments turned so grey and lifeless... But... Would she let this continue? There are TWO murderers wandering around, taking lives again... And this time, more than ever... Even if one of them used to be known as a friend... STILL, it is her OWE to everyone trapped down her: TO PROTECT and HELP. She had done it before, she had caught two of the murderers from above and delivered them to the queen... Why would then she, Alphys, let her own home FALL in misery and drown in DUST? WHY WOULD SHE?! WHY!!?

- WHY!? WHY WOULD I, ALPHYS, LET THAT HAPPEN!? I CANNOT... DIE JUST YET.... THEY NEED TO STAY SAFE... I SHALL SAVE THEM, IF NOBODY ELSE CAN.... I CANNOT DIE... I SHALL SMASH YOU FLAT!!!!!! STILL... - and right after she cried those words in her mind, she felt that bright, burning feeling striking her body from all the sides in lightning bolts and each strike would give her STRENGTH to get up.
Her body stopped melting, and suddenly, just as if time went backwards, tarted getting back to normal, assembling anew, piece by piece, under the red fire of the striking bolts. She first stood on one knee, then got up on both legs...
- ... I... LIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!! - the mighty cry full of this very vital urge thundered through the silence around, filled with rage and rejoice.
The harbinger of terror stopped dead at the end of the bridge. He was surprised, although not even a sound would come out of him. He stood in place for a bit and only afterwards did he turn his head right to look at the rival, resurrected with the power of DETERMINATION...
But even with this power, Alphys still could not scare him for he had as much as her... Or even MORE. He had to make sure he has more... To continue his path to the FUN LIFE of the future, built on the DUST of SACRIFICED.

- L E T ' S S E E F O R H O W L O N G . . . - a sign appeared on the hoodie of the gone skeleton brother, now worn by his barely recognisable sibling, whose smile was growing crazier with each letter being spilt on it with something dark and black as void.
He suddenly run rampant off the place, loudly laughing for there was so much COMICAL up ahead for him.