A/n: Konichiwa, pinksterz!💕

Anyone of you are welcomed to be my friend, yes, but those who listens to TryHardNinja?!? Are my TryHard Buddies! A big brofist pump to all TryHarders out there!👊😄

He's my favorite singer and songwriter, so if you guyz don't know who he is, CHECK. HIM. OUT!

Anyways, I still have one remaining question to ask you all.

Who here in our presence would like to see a certain spectacled petite labcoat-wearing yellow dinosaur sing?

I

DO

:P

Anyways, prepare this song; "Follow Me by TryHardNinja" in this chapter. What? You've got a problem with me being an FNAF fan? Blame Markiboi with that!

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"👉☀👋🔥😐✏"

"🚩😟👈✌🔥👈📬✏"

"🔥❄✌🔯  👎👈❄👈☀💣👋💀👈👎✏"

"👉🔲♓¤⛎📬"

" 👉🔲♓¤⛎✏"

" 👉☀👋🔥😐✏"

"Gaaah!!!" She shockingly managed to let out for a few seconds, before she felt the familiar burning sensation in her vocals, causing her to clamp her mouth shut in pain. She just so recently woke up, jolting herself awake, as sweat slowly slid down throughout her whole body in trembling fear.

"Frisk?" The girl from the other bed groaned in irritance, rubbing her eyes before completely sitting up to face her brunette sister, "Again?" She asked, raising her mahogany eyebrow, only to receive a nervous nod from the girl.

She sighed, walking up to wrap her arms around her to a comforting embrace.

These dreams... Or are they dreams?

You couldn't tell if it was a nightmare, she was only taken aback in such a reaction because of the continuous pleas of the voices that rang in constant patterns in her head.

Voices?

Or rather, images, she couldn't tell.

Those pictures she's been seeing felt ominously familiar, she couldn't put her finger where. And most definitely, she didn't want to remember if this would be going on every day.

Yes, the dreams, hallucinations of unfamiliarly familiar recollections kept haunting her every night, giving her headaches of sorts.

Was this Chara's doing? She couldn't tell.

Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

"Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music give you
The power to move any mountain..."

Her trembling came to a halt at the sound of such melodic singing. Almost instantly, her troubles drowned in to the music her sister gave, completely forgetting the horrors with the help of the other's lull.

Frisk looked up with her now tear-stained complexion to see Chara smiling down at her with gleaming crimson irises, previously a haunting red in the past, now a sisterly loving gaze, meeting with honey-glazed golden orbs that shimmered through the transluscent liquid that threatened to flood out.

She smiled back, repeating the very lines in her red beating soul, as she closed her eyes shut.

'Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music give you
The power to move any mountain...'

Somewhere within her soul, she could feel a presence subsiding, but she didn't care.

She didn't bother.

For all she could hear before drifting back to sleep, was the sweet tune her sister gave in her ears, and her own silent tune she herself released.

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Though for the countless times Chara succeeded in calming her sister through the sounds of her remindingly beautiful singing, that alone did not stop the 'voices' that threatened to force her back to the sea of pure black fear.

She thought it'll eventually pass, and is some sort of an absurdly coincidental nightmare that seemed to repeat night after night. But would it still be called a coincidence when she started 'hearing' the same unacknowledged words while even in classes? At home? Awake?

Th-this has to stop, she thought, rubbing her forehead from pain, due to a recent encounter with the said cries of what she believed to be hallucinational.

Only one person could help her now. At least, she's the only one she could think of whenever something strange around her begins to occur.

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"F-frisk? What's g-going o-on?" The yellow reptile stuttered at the human girl's peculiarly unfamiliar actions, as the brunette closed the tall white metallic door of their school's science laboratory shut, a click being heard by her frantical locking.

She turned to look at Alphys, who gave her a look of bewilderment, as she handed her the corkboard she held in her arms, clean white paper clipped on the said plastic board, and a black fountain pen.

"H-here. Write what y-you'll have t-to s-s-say."

Frisk nodded, slowly scribbling down her attempt to report, but as she was about to write what she desired to let out, the now familiar images immediately appeared in her mind, causing for her to tremble, and her soul beating faster than ever. Because of that, instead of writing out her intended thoughts, she rapidly drew down the said images in an inhumanely fearful speed, unconciously seeming unaware of what she was even doing due to the sight of her dazed expression.

The yellow dinosaur gave her a much confused and frightened look, but as soon as she noticed what Frisk was actually scribbling down, her face paled down to a darker expression of terror.

Once finished with her work, she collapsed to a nearby swivel chair in exhaustion, panting hard as sweat slowly formed to slide down throughout her body.

Alphys picked up the corkboard to examine the images written in such definition, though was drawn in a high-speed chase. And as she realized what it seemed to show, her grip on the board softened in a horrified manner of disbelief, before tightening them in order for her not to drop it accidentally.

"B-b-but, th-this...!" She stammered in pure shock, "Th-th-this is impos-s-sible!" She turned to glance at the human, her turn to be confused.

"Th-this is W-wingD-d-dings!"

'A what?' Frisk asked in her thoughts, though might not be heard by the reptile, her expression showed it anyways.

"WingDings! An a-ancient m-m-monster d-dialect, k-known only b-b-by the a-ancest-tors of the s-skeleton tribe."

'Do the skeleton brothers know about it?' She tried to dictate in wonder, but as naturally, it was unheard.

"Y-years ago, the ancient c-civil-lization of s-skeletons was long lost, d-due to the d-disastrous war b-b-between humans and m-monsters. A knowledgeable f-fact wh-why we s-s-see only Sans and P-papyrus are the only r-remaining d-descendants."

So does this mean it was either Sans or Papyrus was the one calling out to me? If so, why?

"B-but I do know o-one person left to b-be u-using such a c-complex l-language."

'Who?'

The dinosaur frowned at a recollection, facing away from the girl with a grim and mournful expression, which was highly unusual for her to even do so, as she breathed the name in reply, audible enough for the brunette to barely hear, "Dr. WingDing G-gaster."

(The moment we've all been waiting for...)

*3, 2, 1, play Follow Me!* (Remember, Alphys is the one singing!)

"C-come. I'll be t-taking you s-s-somewhere." She stuttered, gently pulling the human girl, leading her to yet, another metallic door located across the white-painted laboratory. Fiddling with the two switches labeled with an up and down, her trembling clawed yellow finger pressed the down switch, a soft yellow light emitting from it, followed by the opening of the door that seemed to be a hidden secret elevator.

"He's been waiting, abandoned and patient, so long. (Long)"

Entering the elevator, Alphys continued to explain whatever was to be discussed. Frisk listened intently to what her friend might say.

{Back beyond through the depths of time, when both races of humans and monsters was at peace and prosperity, the tribe of the skeletons dwelled amongst that of various other monsters out there.}

"A savage masked ghost story from the past he roams. (Roams)"

{The tribe served as loyal followers of the goat tribe, the reigning monarch of monsterkind; the Dreemurrs.

The skeletons were greatly led by the first royal scientist of the royal family, Dr. WingDing Gaster I.}

'The first?' The brunette mouthed silently in question, which the short monster nodded in reply.

{The skeleton in subject was overall, a leader of many deeds acknowledged. He and his family of scientists all together, was a huge benefaction to their kingdom, but despite the fame and fortune they receive from all the work they have done to serve all monsters alike, that wasn't the whole point here.}

"He said follow me
Follow follow follow" 

{His grandson was the prized golden pride of their tribe}

"Over 30 years ago, 
when he took them down below, 
and tonight he walks again so step inside enjoy the show..."

The lift came to a complete halt, its doors opening to a very familiar hallway. They arrived to Alphys' laboratory back in the Underground!

How was that even possible?... Well she's Alphys after all. Makes the impossible, possible.

The two stepped out of the elevator, and as we hear the sounds of their footsteps clicking with every pace, and the fluorescent bulbs flickering to life in order to light up their way in such rhythmic pattern, the yellow reptile kept rambling on.

{Dr. W.D. Gaster III, was widely known as an ambitious, but passionate man of science. However, he was the last remaining of their family to ever held up his grandfather's name.}

Why?

{Due to the dreaded war, of course! The entire skeleton population... Wiped out to three remaining! Dr. Gaster was left with nothing but his two young sons. Along with the other survivors, exiled to be thrown down to the Underground.

Everyone, of course, grieved, mourned, wailed, yearned back then. Naturally, he was amongst them. But what made it surprising for everyone, and galiant at the same time, was that he did not give up hope.

He did not dare believe in giving in.

Instead... He gave them hope.

And through the wonderful art of science, he tried to persuade not just them, but himself that there could be a way.

There will be a way.

And for the first time, he was determined.

I could still remember the times back in the lab, as his young lab apprentice, admiring his great affection towards his goal, which I had seen as a beautiful reason. I wished to help him in pursuing his ambition.

We were getting a lot of progress.}

Deeper down the laboratory they went, they came upon a dark room. A room Frisk never expected to see again.

The True Laboratory.

"Follow me
Then you'll see
Follow follow follow follow, but the truth is hard to swallow
Follow me
Then you'll see
Follow follow follow follow
Follow me, see a nightmare in action..." 

They roamed around the area for awhile, taking in the ominously abandoned atmosphere it gave, triggering different kinds of recollection.

The monster beside her chuckled as if playing a jolly memory inside the void of her mind. Probably something that involves her time with this man named Dr. Gaster.

But her expression became darker, as the orbs that hid behind a pair of spectacles landed on a certain contraption. The human recognized it.

It was the DT Extractor.

"Deeds so rotten came back to haunt him they know. (Know)"

{The DT Extractor was part of our progress. A device created by him to help monsterkind. However, by the time we were just so close in figuring things out, it became a device of something else.

Something more.}

"Forever changed, he wears his spring locked grave alone. (Alone)"

{He found something. Something I presumed I--no. We weren't supposed to know. And his sudden change of behavior showed it.

"He said follow me
Follow follow follow..."

{He became a bit selfish. Doing things that says he wants to be left alone to do this himself, but I knew that beneath his denying antics, was a reason.

So in 'understanding', since I practically have no right to stand in his way for him being my superior, I let him be, which was actually foolish of me.

It was a grave mistake.}

Alphys faced away from the brunette, seeming to hold a regretful and saddened emotion.

"All the horrors have been sealed, boarded up they were concealed
But its time for the real monster's face to finally be revealed..." 

{Through his discoveries was his fate. Too drawn to his own experimentations. Was he not thinking of the people around him? His friends? His family?}

'What happened to him?' Frisk tried hard to mouth out, and luckily, her friend seemed to understand.

The petite monster flinched at her question, realizing a memory she wished to erase. She looked further away from the girl.

"H-he fell d-d-down the c-core."

"Follow me
Then you'll see
Follow follow follow follow, but the truth is hard to swallow
Follow me
Then you'll see
Follow follow follow follow
Follow me, see a nightmare in action..."

"Th-there goes the g-great Dr. WingDing G-g-gaster, my m-mentor." She sighed in sorrow. The girl placed her hand on the reptile's shoulder in comfort and sympathy.

Alphys wasn't done yet, however.

"Th-the WingDings l-language was traditionally p-p-passed down from their a-ancestors to their d-descendants, b-but I was also t-taught with it d-d-during his time."

The human gently took the corkboard from her in order to scribble down her intended statement, while the yellow reptile waited patiently.

'So do you know what it means?'

Alphys nodded no, "U-unfortunately, I wasn't t-taught much."

'Oh.' She mouthed sadly, hope slipping away.

"B-but I think, m-maybe... Sans m-may know."

'Sans? How so?'

"D-dr. Gaster was his f-father."