A Final Boss Awakens!

[Sans]

Well, Desco certainly wasn't kidding when she had told him she had taken over Earth. Someone with so much power that they could toss away some minion and blow up half a building without so much as breaking a sweat could very easily take over Earth. He stuffed his bony hand down the collar of his white shirt and brought it up to his face to shield his throat from having to breathe in the noxious brick-dust and smoke billowing out from the nearby crater. It wasn't like he NEEDED to breathe, since monsterkind didn't really have any set of physical lungs, but the last thing he wanted was his throat getting tickled or otherwise impeding him in some way he didn't know about.

Still, he took a few more steps back, if only to preserve his life in the all too likely scenario that she exploded like that again. A part of him was telling him to run or, at the very least, walk away from the thing right now. He quickly dashed those thoughts to the side; there was no telling what would happen if he up and started to walk off. He didn't get the sense Desco didn't throw violent temper tantrums on her "friends."

He listened to her explanation as he glanced to the side. The streets had quickly cleared out, with any civilian in the area having fled the scene. He suddenly realized that they were the only ones still standing there in the middle of a wide open street and right next to the site of the explosion. He was about to suggest they start moving before she spoke again.

"You've never seen Prinnies before have you! That's okay, the Omniverse is like that. A lot of demons from Netherworlds that have never even heard of Prinnies before."

Well, wherever Desco was from, it was certainly not from the Underground. That solved that particular problem, but only by catapulting him all the way back to square one. He would have sighed had he not been concentrating on what the purple not-Boss Monster was saying to him. As she explained to him just who exactly who he she dealt with on a regular basis, it started to make sense to him why he couldn't feel exactly "nice" around them... aside from the annoying voice, of course. But he could stand voices like that. Hell, he himself practically spoke in the most needlessly goofy voice a skeleton could make. But these Prinnies had rubbed him the wrong way from the start. There was just something so unnatural and just plain wrong about them after he actually thought about them, their appearances and their mannerisms. They too were an amalgamation of various different types of creatures, but unlike Desco they were in no way constructed with any form of consistency or even any skill. They were practically Frankenstein Monsters in animal form; they possessed the beaks of some bird creature he had never seen before, the wings of a bat, and they held a glazed, glassy look within their almost puppet-like eyes that made them resemble more like reanimated corpses than actual, living creatures.

Good.

He looked towards the crater left by the deceased Prinnie as directed by Desco. He had to admit, as deserving as they were, he didn't know if it was such a good thing that they could just respawn like that. It just gave him unpleasant memories, thinking about what it could do to them. Forget whatever they did, he wouldn't wish a punishment like that on anyone. That was a pain no one, not even mass-murdering sociopaths should be forced to go through.

It was right then that he noticed the two massive, golden birds approaching them. They had been standing there for far too long.

He was just about to start walking in the other direction and pretend that he didn't know what was going on when the avian creatures halted. Desco, her Prinnies, and Sans all turned their heads to face them. Atop of the slightly larger golden bird mount was some kind of humanoid clad in armor he didn't recognize but still looked modified from whatever it used to be as well as a large sword so big that Undyne would have fainted if she had been there to see it. His companion, a women with red goat legs, long red hair, and a coat of mail armor, held her bow in plain view but aimed it at nothing.

Just his luck, too. They were very clearly guards. He took a deep breath, readying his limitless charm for a good use.

The samurai man then promptly dismounted, beginning to walk towards them. The skeleton had to wonder how suicidal someone had to be to want to walk towards the same creature that had just blown a hole in your city. His answer was quickly given to him as the man, who was most definitely human, removed his helmet. A look of recognition slid onto Desco's face as she went to hug the guy, who was named Nyeseth. As the Desco curled up around him, he had to stifle to chuckle. She looked strangely adorable, like a baby hugging its mother. She had a happy, if not content, smile on her face as she removed herself from her friend.

The comedian said nothing as the conversation between the two took place. However, his eye-holes did widen just the tiniest amount upon witnessing Desco's proclamation to fix the crater. He would have frowned if he had any eyebrows. She didn't seem particularly concerned about the hole beforehand, so why would she start now?

That would be a question to be answered at a later date. For now, he had to get to the palace. And, thankfully, Nyeseth was more than willing. He had his satyr woman companion bring the other Chocobo forward, intent on escorting them to the palace. He chuckled as the man gave him a slight bow and addressed himself as the Captain of the Royal Guard.

undyne would so have a problem with that. he thought to himself before shrugging in return.

"ah, it's okay. i'd like a free ride," he said before pointing towards his mouth, "mind if i pop a squat on your bird thing?"

Thankfully, the Captain was more than willing to oblige. After sliding onto the saddle of his golden Chocobo, he lowered his gloved hand down towards the skeleton. Sans was pulled up from the ground so fast he thought his arm would come off before he plopped down behind Nyeseth. He must have weighed a lot less than he had originally suspected (which wasn't much to begin with. He's not fat, you know.) He felt the rocking of the feathery creature as it strolled through the streets towards the pink palace; he also felt the feathers as it tickled his coccyx, which nearly put him into hysterics due to how sensitive his tailbone was before he finally got used to it. He wrapped his arms around the Captain for stability so he didn't fall off, but the rocking of the mount, combined with how sore his legs were from walking and running and the fact that he had just drank a million gallons of ketchup soda and-

He conked out right then and there. He snored pretty loudly when he slept.