A Cold Cold Path

[Beta Ray Bill]

As Scarecrow fell through the other side of the gate, he crashed into cold snow, shivering he got up and started to pace in a general direction. The wind picked up the further Scarecrow got in the icy cold fields. A cold dark mist fell over Scarecrows vision. Hours  past as he forced him self through the hard freezing snow, Scarecrow felt the icy ground rumble almost bringing off his feet, a red flash blazed out of the dark mist. Scarecrow look up trying to shield his disfigured face, the mist cleared only to revile a giant machine starring at "Hello there Machine if your friendly then we need to find shelter, if your not friendly then then you'll be in for a surprise.

[Gwendolyn]

The giant machines movements came to an abrupt halt, registering faintly the words that had been uttered. Ascension looked down into the rift that his laser had carved in the ice, and found another life form. It was hideously disfigured, and resembled a husk more than a human, but wore a mismatched, patchwork set of armor. The Reaper let out a deafening mechanical roar as it registered the threat issued by this sorry excuse for an organic. But as it regarded the man, it picked up a certain weakness. This man was close to dying from the cold.

A certain wave of altruism came over the ancient machine, prompting it to lift him up (rather awkwardly) and place him in the chamber next to his main gun. It was undoubtedly uncomfortable, but it would provide much needed warmth for survival. Folding it's played back into position, Ascesnion started forth once more, moving through the snow quite easily. It was not far to suitable cover, but the wind was extreme detrimental to any true progression through the barren landscape. It was an annoyance, but an unavoidable one. 

It continued its journey, but felt a wave of curiosity hit. What was the creature currently residing in its mechanical body? It resembled nothing the Reaper had ever encountered before, so naturally, Ascsenion wanted to learn. 

"What are you called? And what species do you belong to?" The deep, synthetic voice echoed once more, jolting Scarecrow into consciousness. 

Ascesnion waited patiently for a reply, focusing on moving forward against the resistance of nature.

[Beta Ray Bill]

"My name is Scarecrow I am a human, what are you." Scarecrow said trying to keep awake. The Machine kept walking the frozen wind kept getting stronger. "I am a Reaper human, you seem to be disfigured are you hurt." the Reaper said with its deep voice. "No I'm not hurt my face was torn by a man called Killer Croc, I had surgery to make it look this way." Scarecrow replied standing in the off plates of the Reaper. "I am afraid my sensors have been damaged I can not find life just stay in the inner plates to keep warm I will tell you if I see anything interesting." the Reaper said walking in a steady pace.

[Gwendolyn]

As he set the human down, the ancient machine couldn't help but notice the patchwork stitches and mismatched shape of the persons body. It created an eerily familiar image, but also different in ways. The gauntlets held a slightly luminescent Amber liquid, and Ascension felt it's chassis itch with the desire to know what it was. Knowledge was power, and power was something the Reaper wanted once again. Casting it's cybernetic gaze around the glacial cave, it took note of the various cracks running through the wall. Although none seemed to result in any substantial structural damage, it didn't choose to worry about them too much. If need be, he could blast the ice away.

The Reaper froze as it realized what had just happened. He had, it had, just referred to him-itself as a he. Individuality. The though in and of itself was almost too big to grasp. Ascesnion thought back to the time on Rannoch, with the Geth, and how they had begun to experience this also. They started to express wants, dreams, ambition. Organic traits. He thought back to one Geth in particular. A unit that called itself Leigon. A question struck out in the Reapers mind.

Does this- Do I, have a soul?

As it began to struggle with the question, a small groan alerted the Reaper to the figure regaining consciousness. Turning back with a series of mechanical clicks and whirrs, the Reaper let out a rather tired hum, making the ice rattle with its volume. The ragtag figure on the cold floor, propped himself up on an arm, struggling to stand. Ascesnion picked up labored breathing, and small grunts of pain, no doubt from stiff joints, and made an effort to try and warm against this course of action. But before the machine could get a single word out, the lanky figure was standing upright, stretching its limbs. The figure that called himself Scarecrow turned his head to him, dark eyes trying make out the hulking figure in the dim light. 

"I see that you are indeed still alive." Ascsenion's deep voice echoed throughout the cave, making Scarecrow wince softly, though he recovered quickly before directing a question at the Reaper. 

"Where are we?"

"In a glacial cave, awaiting the end of the ice storm. It would be unwise to traverse the landscape in these conditions. I could no doubt brave the trip myself, but your human biology is not well equipped to do the same." The machine supplied a response, opting for reason and logic. It seemed that this Scarecrow was a man of high intelligence and would be able to keep up with the machine's speech. The figure groaned and began to pace the cave, growling softly and muttering quietly, seemingly trying to find an alternative. The Realer supplied him with answer.

"Of course, we could explore the cave system that seems to branch off from the cave, and see where we end up, if you would rather not wait." The Reaperpauses to gather it's thoughts before adding.

"But it's your choice."

[Beta Ray Bill]

Doctor Crane rubbed his aching shoulders, his head throbbed in pain, Crain's skin burned as if it was on fire from the frostbite,  each step was stiff from his pacing, trying come up with an answer for the Reaper. Should we wait, should we not, come on Crow it's waiting for an answer, don't make yourself look stupid. Use your logic. 

Jonathan tilted his head towards the Reaper, his pale eye narrowed to its red center. Large Icesicals started to say on the cave's roof. The cave was huge compared to Scarecrow, large boulders and snow were everywhere. A chilly breeze crawled up Crow's spine.  

"Yes, traversing this cave would most likely pass enough time for the storm to blow over." Scarecrow Gave a nod gesturing to follow. The machine gave a low hum and began to  move, each step crashed into to the icy ground, making the cavern shake.

The Master of Fear could not remember anything about a Reaper, the only thing that came close was Brainiac, but this thing was far too advanced for it to be him. This  Reaper was an interesting specimen, curiosity away in his mind.  

"What exactly are you, where do you come from?" Scarecrows words echoed across the cave. The machine gave beating hum as they entered a large frozen pathway.

[Gwendolyn]

The caves were a nuisance, really.

Or at least that was Ascension's personal opinion on the matter. It was hard for the hulking machine to maneuver in the ways that were efficient for power consumption. Not to mention if he and Scarecrow were attacked down here, it would be rather difficult for the Reaper to use its main weapon without bringing the cave down upon the strange duo. His traveling companion, however, seemed to share none of the machine's reservations. The beady eyes that occupied his human skull glinted in the low light, giving the human the look of a nocturnal predator. He was not sure that this man could be entirely trusted, but for a  human, it seemed sufficiently competent. He was a natural at what he did, and what he currently chose to do. A former Psychologist, he could tell that the man in front of Ascension liked to play with an opponents' emotions. Dr. Crane was not to be trifled with.

The Reaper's internal musing were interrupted by a rather concussive noise, that Ascension could only describe as a primitive war cry. He saw Scarecrow dive to the right, most likely avoiding a strike of some kind. Ascension was not so lucky, taking a hard blow to the metal plating of his front-left leg. The giant machine attempted to swat the foreign creature away with the damaged limb, but the confines of the narrow tunnel prevented such an action. just as the hideous beast began to charge once more, his companion dove in front of the creature, scoring a hit with his strange gauntlet, before once more diving out of the way. The deranged doctor threw a smug, insane glance to Ascension. 

"Enjoy the show!" He yelled, before slowly retreating to Ascensions form. He seemed oddly confident that this single attack would incapacitate their opponent.

He later learned that he was very wrong to doubt Scarecrow's capabilities.

The beast began to tremble, before letting out a guttural scream, throwing its makeshift weapon to the side. It began to claw its own body, as if trying to get rid of something that might be there. Ascension was confused. There was nothing there. But the continued screams of pure, unadulterated fear and pain were enough to convince the machine that there was more to this situation. He returned his gaze to the figure, who had scored deep, ragged cuts in its own flesh,and now was lying on the ground. The Reaper could hear a distinct  noise coming from the soon-to-be corpse. Whimpering. 

"What exactly was that, Dr. Crane?"

[Beta Ray Bill]

"What you my friend have just wenticed was my latest version of my fear toxin." Scarecrow said with a maniacal laugh. He etched close to Ascension, the beast continued to scream in terror. "What you have to understand is that the mind is a puzzle, controlled by fear and hope." Scarecrow's voice wentry soft "Once you implant fear into the being you can control them, dictate their actions." The word processed though the Reapers mind, but deep down Scarecrow knew that a machine would not understand the vast complexities of the mind. 

Scarecrow leapt close into the beasts face. "Aw someone having trouble, you look like you've seen a ghost." The hay beast backed away from the Doctor  "M M M monster! Monster! Monster" Crane ggave out a terrifying laugh. "Herro Hrree." The beast died of fright from the horrifying shrink. 

Scarecrow sharply turned "Come my friend I wish to leave this place before we find this premative ape's friend."

[Beta Ray Bill]

Scarecrow's feet grew sore from the constant sprinting. Just seconds ago a furry beast tried to rip him apart, luckily though it's not easy to kill the Fear Master.

 Large growls bellowed from the hard black rocky walls, they were definitely being followed. Crow tilted his deformed head to see if Acension was keeping up.

 Traversing the cave would have been a lot more easer if it weren't for the pitch black darkness that surrounded the whole cave. 

Scarecrow pushed forward as far as his legs could go. It seemed like hours had passed and no progress was made, until Crane caught a glimpse of light illuminating out of an exit.

 The Master of Fear jumped through it, hitting the hard snow he shoot up gasping for fresh air. A endless plane of white circled him and his partner. Acension gave out a satisfied hum knowing that there will be no more tight spaces for him. 

"Don't move or we'll rip you in half!" Crow turned and gave a low sigh that turned into a growl. Sniff Sniff, "I smell man flesh, mmm, man flesh." They were definitely sorounded. there were at least 12 of the monsters, he scanned them all looking fear any sign of fear.

 Scarecrow remembered what the so called deity said. He yanked out the strange orb and with in minutes a scythe was in his bony fingers.

 "You will all know terror!" He claimed driveing the shaft into the snowy ground. Before Scarecrow could cut anything, Acension shoot out a blast of energy knocking the beasts and Crane to the hard cold ground.

[Marisa Kirisame]

As Chara walked through the caverns with some trouble she decided to take off the snow shoes for now. Once the shoes were off, with ease she placed her blade on the side of the wall making a loud sound, while she ran down the caverns till she heard the snarling of monsters and heard someone yell things about fear and then after a little more walking she saw a battle between twelve monsters and a scarecrow by the outfit and a machine; she knew that the two of them would not win because of shear numbers; so she put away her knife and summoned two sword/knives and rushed forward grinning from ear to ear and right before she attacked she yelled "how much EXP are you worth?"

two of the monsters turned around and saw that Chara and Flowey had split into two entitys and they both got hit by vines that started to crush there bones. Everyone there could hear bones snapping and could see one crumple like a tooth pick and she could see Flowey said "in this world its kill or be killed!" and the other ten rushed Flowey a couple got cut down by the scarecrow esk person and a few more from Chara's duel blades and the last few scattered away from the four of them. She then looked at the other two and decided to let them introduce them selves then Chara and flowey would anser by saying there names.

[Gwendolyn]

As Ascension struggled to see throw that the the haze of blood and smoke, it's mind was rapidly trying to come to terms with what it had witnessed. Such blood-lust from an individual human... It was almost impossible, and The Reaper felt chills travel down its mechanical spine. Fear. A new emotion for the ancient machine, one that it would rather not experience anymore. It's eyes finally piercing the thick veil, Ascension could see bodies, not all of them in one piece, strewn around the cave. In the epicenter of the chaos, the newcomer stood, grinning maniacally. Edging slightly closer, Ascension began debating how to extract the omnilium from the dying life forms... Doing so manually would be highly inefficient, but at the moment, it might be the only feasible option.

Unless...

Closing the distance between the creature and itself, the Reaper began to focus on the omnilium that now powered it's advanced circuitry. Ascension felt the power that flowed through the rainbow-like substance, and began to bend it's purpose to suit it's needs. Metal spikes, akin to the metal that composed the Reapers outer hull began to form on the cave floor, rising until it couldn't sustain the flow of omnilium anymore. 

Dragons Teeth, they were called. Quite a fitting name, being derived from Greek mythology of the human race. Plant a dragons tooth in the ground, and an undead solider would be summoned from the depths of the Underworld. To the machine, the myth itself was preposterous, as dragons did not exist. But it was of no consequence, these structures would prove useful for the time being. Picking up a rapidly dying troll, Ascension impaled the creature on the spike, and the Dragons Tooth began  
to work. Repeating the action four times over, the machine was all but satisfied with its work, completely oblivious to the other life forms.

[Corporal Light]

The survivors of the massive onslaught caused by Chara, Ascension, and Scarecrow continued retreating into the caverns. The trolls may have been bloodthirsty, even to the point of impulsiveness and overconfidence, but even they knew better than to attempt to best a group that had proven to be their superior. Hence, they ran. Ran until they were at the other side of the cave system before, once they were certain of their safety from the group of Primes, proceeding to make camp.

The glacial cave they were inhabiting was massive, which explained how a machine as tall as the Reaper had managed to fit in it. Every surface was covered and composed of a blue, almost glowing sheet of ice; thankfully, the trolls had grown used to the slippery nature of the floors and had adapted to it accordingly. Small, man-sized holes fit for sleeping and laying down were strewn towards the back of the entrance, which at least one troll had decided to take advantage of. Stalactites of ice loomed above the group, water dripping down onto them. As if that wasn't enough, large cracks were scattered across the walls of the cave, as if housing some kind of evil inside that threatened to burst out at any moment. Whatever was the cause was something that M'olnir could not guess at.

The troll leader walked towards the entrance to the cave, passing by his shivering and resting brethren as they tried to keep warm without the advantages of a fire. Some were busy digging into the few scraps of food they had left, while others suckled on the tips of their water flasks. The one remaining medic tended to the injured, ensuring their wounds were healed, or at least make sure they did not suffer. Their leader placed his old, withered hands along the edge of the entrance, staring out into the white abyss. The ice storm had not let up, or at least not on this side of the mountain. How long had it been going on? It had felt like days, but who knew? The Omniverse was not known for being consistent.

He brought his hand to his purple, shrub-like beard; he stroked it as he glanced down towards the earth, a sigh escaping his lips. They had been trapped in the accursed glacier caves for who knew how long, and he could sense the desperation in his soldiers-in-arms. In himself, even. Why else had he ordered his squad of a dozen to assail the sewn-up humanoid and his giant machine partner with so little thought? Granted, he had no idea that the small child would appear. The one with the cleaver, the glowing, demonic eyes, and the massive, wide grin... just thinking about it made him want to hurl. What man could possibly be so cruel? So sadistic?

Oh, what was he thinking? That question had been answered plenty of times in history. Man had proven, time and time again, that when it came down to it, they were animals. When they weren't fighting trolls or orcs, they were fighting each other. Slaughtering each other; if he didn't know any better, he would think it was almost like a game to them. As if they enjoyed it.

He spat into the snow. And they had the nerve to call themselves "civilized." 

"Sir?" a soldier said. M'Olnir turned around, seeing the soldier with his hands in the salute motion. He acknowledged him as the trooper lowered his hand.

"How are ah' fella troopa's doin'?" he said, scanning what remained of their party. Everything looked so empty all of a sudden. Had they really lost that much trollkind?

"Well, mon... good news is dat, wit' a good chunk o' ah' people dead, we don' have a big supply problem anymo'..." the warrior said. He chuckled, a smile on his face before it sagged away into a solemn expression.

"Bad news, dou', is pretty much da same ting. We lost so many back der'... we can't afford anytin' like dat again.."

"Shush, soldier.." he replied. He placed his palm on the warrior's shoulder; he patted it in the most consoling manner possible.

"What happened was not yo' fault, no' anyone elses. It was only mine and mine alone. I promise I'll get da rest o' us dru' this, do', if it means layin' down ma life for da rest o' us to get out."

He opened his mouth to speak again. Just then, though, he saw the expression on the fighter's face turn from that of sorrow, to that of curiosity, to that of fear. Before he could respond, the troll pointed towards something in the abyss, with the leader whirling around to see what it was.

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The deafening winds of the outside blizzard could do nothing to drown out the thunderous stomps as they drew closer and closer to the cave they were camping in. A cold chill unlike anything the troll had ever felt ran down his spine as he stared into the storm. He squinted, sighting a massive shape of darkness; it grew larger and larger with each boom. He could not give it a defining shape; the snow was far too thick to be able to truly see what it was. Whatever it was, though, it was walking towards them.

Without a moment to spare, M'olnir ordered his warriors out of sight. They all managed to find a successful hiding place just as the gargantuan shadow passed into the cave, the ground rumbling with each footstep it made.

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The giant, green-furred mammoth blared its trunk, blowing out a patch of snow that had found itself nestled around its nostrils. Its rider, a red-scarfed, green-clothed humanoid, set his hand on top of the tuft of hair growing on the elephant's head. His mount stomped its feet. The cave shook. The humanoid pulled back on the reigns, calming the troubled beast enough to prevent it from causing a literal cave-in.

They had been traversing the Fields for well over an hour, fighting off the deadly maelstrom of a blizzard throughout. The man's clothes and his Trunkert's fur were coated in a thin layer of snow, and they were both visibly shivering from the blistering cold. Despite the intensity of the snowstorm, however, the gunsmith could not say that they were comparable to the storms of home. Back home, the winds were cutting enough to flay off the skin of anyone stupid enough to venture out unprotected; the air was often so thick, so filled with snow, that not even the naturally honed eyes of his people could properly see through them at times. It was definitely a good thing he had remembered to summon up a mount as sturdy as a Trunkert for travel through the Fields. Although the Trunkert might have been able to last a bit longer outside, the gunner was not going to chance his mount keeling over dead in the middle of a blizzard. Not while he still had to reach Dwarfholm.

Not while he still had to execute his plan.

Sliding down the side of the Trunkert, he stepped into the center of the entrance. He glanced around, studying every minute detail it offered. To his left spawned a shadowy figure, one that looked just like him. It matched his movements, its eyes as white as the snow outside.

I must deliberate. What is the cause for the fissures in this cavity? it said, its words running through the gunsmith's head and out his mouth.

His elephant mount tooted, watching its master talk to himself for the fourth time during their trip. His master's eyes switched from yellow to white as he spoke.

"I don't think I want to know," he said, "frankly, it doesn't really give me wonders as to the structural integrity of this cave."

Agreed.

The shade turned its head towards the other side of the cave. It fixated on a large tunnel, the inside as black as the maw of giant worm. It was partially hidden by several sets of ice columns, or at least what remained of them. Ice chunks littered the floor in front of the tunnel, as if something had forced its way through.

Something gigantic.

Ballad bit his lip. He wiped a cool sweat off of his forehead.

I am cognizant of your perturbation, Ballad, but logic dictates that forward is our solitary recourse.

"Yeah, yeah..." he said.

The shade dissipated into the air as the new recruit moved towards the tunnel. His palm slid to the holster of his gun.

Just then, he saw a glint of purple peak out from one of the holes in the ground. Before he could get a good look, it had ducked down again.

His hand grasped the handle of his revolver. The gun was halfway out of his holster when he paused, looking up towards the roof of the cave. He put his weapon back into his holster before reaching down towards his pickaxe. He removed his melee weapon from his belt, raising it upwards.

"Whoever is spying on me, reveal yourself," he said, calling out towards the hole, "if you refuse, I will interpret it as an assay to ambuscade me. If I am accurate, then allow me to elaborate on a singular truth: you will not triumph."

Before another word could be uttered, he heard the soft whizz of an arrow shooting past him. He ducked downwards, avoiding another by a mere inch. He glanced around, seeing a quadro of trolls, two of which were crouched down in the holes in the ground, crossbows aimed at him. Another was rushing him with a club laden with spikes, while the last was nowhere in sight, though judging from the echoes of the orders he barked, he could only assume he was laying in one of the holes, where he could be safe.

As cowardly as it likely was, it was a smart decision to make. He could actually escape the slaughter.

Do what you do best, o inventor.

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The gunsmith's eyes flared a solid white as he charged towards the club-wielder, pickaxe in hand. Their weapons collided mid-swing, locking them together. A frenzied snarl shot out of his opponent's lips as he pushed back against the pick blade. The gunner responded with a swift hook to the troll's face, knocking him back.

Another arrow sailed towards him, cutting across his arm. Blood flew from his arm and onto the ground; a buzz shot up his limb. Anywhere else and he would have replied with a swift gunshot from his revolver, but he had learned his lesson the first time he did that. As much as he disliked the circumstance, he would have to settle for an old-fashioned melee.

Growling, he swung his pickaxe forward, catching his opponent in the torso. One arrow shot towards him, only to embed itself into the club-wielder's back. As he wailed, the gunsmith formulated a quick ploy in his head.

Thinking at a mile a minute, he pushed forward, rushing towards the first hole he saw with a troll in it. The clubber, a skinny one from lack of food, could only place his hand on the sharpshooter's shoulder in a vain attempt to not turn him into a makeshift battering ram. Unfortunately for him, this was not to be.

The two of them rammed into the crossbowman, all three of them falling into the hole. With his improvised ram on the ground, Ballad immediately began to hack away at the warrior, blood spurting out from his head. He then turned towards the bowman, whom had already gotten up and was busy trying to load in another bolt. He was just able to ready another shot when the gunner clicked a button on the handle of his military pick, a sound like that of clockwork sputtering out from his weapon as it increased in length. He then leaped forward, the sharp end of the pick digging itself into the troll's neck. The bowman gurgled, his hands moving to his neck out of sheer instinct.

The green inventor sprawled himself on the ground, wiping his torso and face to remove the blood that had accumulated on it. He took a momentary look over the edge of the hole, seeing the tunnel only a few paces away. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the loaded crossbow and raced towards it. As he did so, he fired the one bolt behind him, a squeak following up shortly afterwards as he descended into the caves.

[Beta Ray Bill]

An impressive display Scarecrow thought to himself, as the last of the trolls retreated into the cave. A small victory as it seemed, but there still laid the fact of whether this little girl and her companion were friendly. Crane approached the girl, to be honest her smile was unsettling. It reminded him of the Joker added with the fact that this was purely an evil child. By this time if the girl was not friendly  Scarecrow would have stabbed from how close he was to her. Scarecrow reached his hand out to formally greet this new ally. The girls hand met his. 

"I am doctor Jonathan Crane, but you may call me  Scarecrow, Master of Fear." Scarecrow said letting go of the child's hand, turning his head back towards the cave. "I believe you called your self Chara, well Chara I think we should follow our fury foes before they muster enough Courage to fight back." He said turning to Ascension, putting his scythe of his back. "Ascension I suggest that we finish or attackers off before they regain courage and try kill us again!" He shouted over the howling winds, after said and done Crow marched his way back into the cavern.

[Marisa Kirisame]

As Chara followed behind Crow she glanced at the walls to see what could be traps and looked forward with Flowey on her shoulder being her second pair of eyes. In a odd moment for the silence to be broken Flowey whined "Chara when are we going to leave? its cold and I want to go Home!" Chara just looked at Flowey and shook her head knowing out of the two she was the stronger one at least in terms of cunning and planning and it helps to be the one that Flowey looked up to.

As the party moved down the tunnel they heard footsteps and then something ran into the four of them and Chara pulled out her knife and turned it red illuminating the area and the now five (six if you count the weed) primes see each other and scramble for room to get a good defensive position and everyone is tense for what seemed to be hours until Chara put away her knife and in the dark dug through her bag for a light source and found a lantern.

After turning on said lantern the three people introduced each other. Chara was eating a bar of chocolate and relaxing when the question from one of the three asked; "So Chara, what world are you from?" Chara stopped eating and looked at all three before saying "It would be better if I started from the beginning and worked my way from there."

Chara sighed and started "A long, long time ago a child walked up mount ebot and fell down a hole." as Chara told her story she stoped at her death as that was in her eyes the last true event for her. Chara looked at the others and told for the next one to talk about there backstory.

[Gwendolyn]

"If we are exchanging narratives of our origin, I suppose I shall proceed to tell you mine." Ascensions mechanical voice rang out in the small space between the primes, and a feel of them jumped at his sudden speech. The trails of Omnilium that flowed through his metal carapace threw a faint glow, and the reaper let out a low hum, akin to a human sighing.


"My kind are not any that any of you would have encountered, I believe. My logic is infallible, and I doubt that you could truly grasp at what my kind truly are. We don't have a name of our own, and through the ages of time, many species that inhabited the galaxy gave us a name. A name to their destruction." He began, his voice becoming smoother as he continued to talk. Scarecrow leaned forward in his makeshift seat, his horribly disfigured face doing little to hide the blatant curiosity that he had. The rest sat, with little emotion on their faces as he spoke.


"The most recent, and probably the most fitting, would be The Reapers. We are technological perfection, made of billions of genetic codes, harvested from various speicies very 50,000 years. We are the keepers of the universe. We keep order. The most advanced races must be eradicated so that younger species can have room to live. My kind have always existed. We have no beginning, and no end. The cycle continues. Harvest, then wait. Repeat. Thus I lived, since my creation." His white oculus shifted to look at the faces of the group, boring into their minds. 

"That is what I am, how I came to be here, I do not know. My capabilities have been severely reduced upon my entry into this world." He made an angry noise, the sound of screeching metal filling the air, making a few of them wince.

[Beta Ray Bill]

Scarecrow stepped up from his makeshift seat and gazed at the others. "So you wish to hear my story?" As he made his statement, the others gave him their full attention. "To know who I am, you must go back to my childhood." Saying that he pulled his hood showing his scarred bald head, he then removed his masked implant reviling the full extent of the damage to his face. Chara's companion winced at his horrifying face. "In My childhood I was rased by my  religiously fanatic grandmother, she abused me, tortured me, but the worst part was when she looked  me in that closet of that cathedral those Damned Crows!" The other still gave their attention towards him.

"After my long and terrible years of High School, I went to college and studyed the mind, but a long old feeling over came me, the love of createing fear." He stopped and stared at and gave them all a smirk. "After college I held a job at the hell hole they call Arkham Asylum. In the asylum I started to use the inmates as my personal experiments where I would perfect my fear toxin, but the fools in charge found out what I was doing a fired me and on that day The Scarecrow was born!" The others jumped at his sudden emotion put into his title.

"In my ascension to being Scarecrow I held Gotham city to its knees but that acursed Batman was always there to stop me until the events that transpired when the Joker distroyed Arkham. There I ploted my vengence and it worked. I humiliated him and removed his mask, but it still didn't stop him from ruining my plans for the rest of the world. With a taste of my own toxin I slipped into madness and now i'm here talking to machine, little girl, and a flower. Together we defated those beasts, I feel that our partnership will last longer for we are powerful in unision." Scarecrow sat back in his seat and put his mask on again when a loud thud nose echoed threw out the cave. The nose startled
them them into defensive position.      

[Koal]

Limping slightly through the thick, opaque blanket of darkness, Koal was beyond pissed. His violet eyes were red, as they hadn't changed back due to his injuries. His demonic instincts were screaming at him to get the hell out of here, and kill anything that got in his way. His skin and body shape flickered as he shoved down his transformations. It was excruciatingly painful, all stacked on top of the white-hot pain in his head. It felt as if he had a thousand needles stabbing the base of his skull. He's had three more visions since his escape from the creature at the cave. All three of them involved a man Koal had no memory of. A man with glowing yellow eyes and green skin. A man that used a revolver and had an abrasive attitude. 

Koal groaned as another wave of pain racked both his body and his mind. He needed to kill something; he needed to feed on the fear and desperation that the act would generate. He needed sun to survive, as gristly as it sounded. It was what demons fed off of. Dark emotions were Koals nectar and ambrosia. Things like greed, lust, pain, hatred. The list went on and on. Koal dug his nails into the soft flesh of his palm, drawing blood. He quickened his pace, his limp almost unnoticeable.

His eyes detected a hint of color, around a curve in the cave system, and he quickly crouched and approached it with caution. Finally finding a use for his transformations, he quickly focused on the image of a man-sized black wolf in his head. He felt his skin ripple, and his body was enveloped in a dark grey haze before reality shattered and pieces itself back together over the course of a minute. In Koals place, an ebony wolf stood, fur bristled and violet eyes narrowed. Fangs peeked from under the top lip, razor sharp and undoubtedly deadly. Creeping forward, Koal now peered out of the corner, his black fur blending him in expertly with the shadows at the tunnel mouth. 

A dancing flame was the first thing to catch his attention, the yellow and orange flames flicking back and forth as they consumed the air greedily. The figures around the Fire are what next caught the Demons eye. They were extremely diverse and some were kinda terrifying. Koal immeasurably picked up on the scent of murder, fear, insanity, and immediately drank in the emotions. He almost moaned at the relief that accompanied the act; his mind began to clear up considerably, and his headache dulled to an annoying throb. 

Shifting back to his human form, Koal released a breath and backed up from the cave, into something that wasn't there before. His instincts were the only reason he tended his body before a loud roar rang out, and he was tossed violently into the cave. Twisting in the air, Koal landed gracefully on his feet. No doubt his presence had been revealed now, but Koal had other matters to attend to, like the creature that had revealed him. The hideous troll moved into the dim fire-light, and growled. Koal bared his fangs in a fierce smile before charging the beast. The troll ran forward and met him head on, but Koal held his ground, and a flash of surprise sparked to life in its eyes before Koal twisted a planted a solid kick to its knee, a resounding crack signifying that the joint had been broken.

No, not broken. Shattered.

Koal grasped the trolls head with both hands clamping a hand over its mouth to cease its screams of pain, and another on the back of its head, and gave it a swift twist. It was dead an instant before it hit the ground. 

Koal turned and faced the group that now stood, slightly impressed with his display. His red eyes narrowed at the individuals before he stalked toward, to an individual that was horribly grotesque...And stick out his hand. 

"Salutations."

[Corporal Light]

The gunsmith stopped. He looked behind him, everything enveloped in darkness. His legs stung from running so much, and at that point he didn’t have a clue in hell as to how far he had ran or even where he was at that point in time. All he knew was that he had descended further into the caverns and that he was not being followed. All that had occurred during his escape was a blur to him; had he ran past another group at some point? He could not remember.

He took a deep breath, white air filling his vision as he exhaled. He leaned up against the slick, wet cave walls as melted ice water soaked the back of his green overcoat. He glanced down to his hands. The crossbow and pickaxe were both within his hands. He promptly dropped the crossbow onto the ground; there was no point in using the weapon if it had no ammo to use, after all. The pickaxe was red, sticky from the blood of the trolls he had slain. He paid little mind to it as he methodically wiped off the ends of his melee weapon, his torso similarly tinted with the stuff.

Eventually, after a minute’s rest, he set forth into the darkness. He did not, however, travel without light. Sliding his hand into his jacket, he took out a chunk of wick and struck the side of it with his thumb, dust igniting and scattering onto the stone ground as the wick lit up. An orange glow surrounded his form, illuminating the area with a dim light. His glowing yellow eyes, thankfully, were more than capable of seeing through it. Squinting, he began to traverse the caves.

Minutes passed. He had still not found a way out of the caves. He kept his pickaxe in hand, recalling the blind wampa that had assailed him and Danish back in the mines. After a while, he came across a giant, room-like area, bigger and taller than all the ones previously. He stood on one end of the room, the other being an ice cliff connected to him via a bridge composed of ice. He looked over the edge. Nothing but pitch black darkness for miles on end. Blueish-white spikes loomed overhead as he started to cross it, digging into the ground to prevent himself from falling off.

As he reached the end, though, he saw something else: a light completely unknown to him. A beam that shot forth in circles all around and bathed the area, and its inhabitants sitting next to it, in a chrome incandescence. It was nothing at all like the flickering, warm, crackling fire he held in his gloved palm.

He would have stared at it all day, encapsulated, if not for one thing: the inhabitants, if they looked his way, as the entryway towards the group was right behind them, they would certainly see him.

He took the chance he had to toss the wick into the pit below, the warmth dissipating as his makeshift torch became nothing more than a glowing dot as it fell. He slid behind a wall, observing the group.

They were a diverse group, most certainly; humanoids and non-humanoids alike. The first person he saw was the child and the flower. Already, the spectre inhabiting his form was curious as to how this could be. A flower in a land as cold and inhospitable as the Fields? And one rooted into the cave grounds? A most peculiar thing, indeed.

The child wore a green sweater with a single stripe down the middle that was tinted a lighter shade of green, similar to Ballad’s own style of coloring. She was munching on the end of… some sort of food? Brown in color, let out a loud crunch when chewed off, and was covered in multi-colored wrappers.

I identify that edible substance as chocolate, o Ballad.

Chocolate?

A foodstuff. Composed of cocoa beans, sugar, and other such ingredients. I have never had the pleasure, or, perhaps, misfortune, of consuming such candy.


We’re not eating the chocolate.

Your partnership skills are lacking.

His attention soon shifted to the flower, the other most interesting specimen in the room to the gunsmith. Yellow petals, a green stem; such a beautiful looking botanical specimen. He had forgotten just how bland his homeworld could be when everything was just made out of the white color of snow and the grey color of the metal sheets of houses, and maybe some blue from the ice. Nature wasn’t very creative, it seemed, so witnessing something as colorful as a flower wasn’t something he saw everyday.

However, a nagging thought invaded his brain. He had encountered a child before, and the kid had turned out to be potentially dangerous. And had a friend; a massive tentacled beast that spoke like a child as well. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, even without fighting them himself.

Speaking of giants, as he observed the group speak, his attention soon shifted towards the massive robotic organism that towered above the rest just as soon as it began to make its speech. It commanded attention, and its booming voice likely would have collapsed the cave if it had been a bit louder. The gunner had no clue what to make of the robot; it was simply massive, stood on multiple legs, and looked like some form of triangle. The fact that it was easily twice his height was enough to make him have second thoughts about what would happen if they discovered his eavesdropping.

Finally, there was the humanoid, and the least normal looking one he had ever seen. He wore a cloak over his head, a gauntlet in his hand and a scythe-like object hung over his back, as well as canisters of... something on his person. Aside from his appearance, he was also close to the loudest and the most attention seeking, if his almost comical monologue resembled anything close to his personality. He gesticulated, he rose his voice, and he at times shouted; he looked almost like a stage actor at certain points.

Despite all of this new information, however, he was deciphering what they all had said. He had been right in his assumption of the child; she was no ordinary kid. Fell down a hole in a mountain to discover an entirely alien world to her own, only to be adopted by their leader. Then killing herself to have her surrogate brother absorb her soul to kill more humans to free the “monsters.” She did not appear to be fibbing, either. In a sense, the green sharpshooter felt a sense of pity for the child. All of that at the age of what couldn’t have been more than nine.

He held no such feelings for the machine, however. The machine, henceforth identified as a “Reaper,” made its former purpose clear: a genocidal tool of destruction. A group of machines whose existence was to slaughter all organics they found for the sake of “order.” He felt the urge to charge out from his hiding spot and personally turn the arrogant, non-living thing into a pile of scrap, with only the calming influence of the shade stopping him.

As for the human? He at least knew his name: Scarecrow. Abused by a religiously fanatical grandparent, he studied the mind in several places that he had no familiarity with at all. He sighed, keeping as quiet as he could; why did every single religious figure have to be a fanatic? What was the point? All it did was create monsters.

Monsters like these people.

There was no denying the facts; these people were monsters. By all rights, he had to kill them. For his quest to succeed, they had to die.

So what was staying his hand?

Ballad, remind yourself, what did I inform you at the beginning?

We can’t do this alone.

Correct.

Were you even listening to what they were saying? That machine up there literally said-

Ponder this for a moment, please. That machine was, indeed, once a machine built for the slaughter for millions.

What?


I’m merely implying that those skills could be useful.

… Go on…

This ‘Scarecrow’ desires partnership. He desires ‘fear.’ What creates fear more than anything else?

War.

Precisely.

… I see…

He was just about to stand up to introduce himself to his new unexpected allies when a loud thud rang out from around the cave. Everyone nearby flinched, standing up to prepare themselves for what was coming. Ballad remained hidden, his pickaxe at the ready in case this happened to be an unruly troll approaching them.

Soon, a body fell forward into the room Scarecrow and his cronies were in. A troll, just like Ballad had predicted, with its head twisted around. No one moved for a few moments as the one who had killed the troll stepped out, and the gunsmith’s eyes widened in recognition.

“Salutations,” said Koal Lynch, gesturing his hand out towards Scarecrow.

“Well… you have returned…” he said, moving out from the shadows of the wall and into the room, standing underneath the entryway to it, in plain view of everyone.

[Beta Ray Bill]

Scarecrow's hand  firmly gripped the boy's hand. The boy had a look of a shady gothic high schooler, sporting a black jacket and a white tee shirt that hung loosely off him, as well as a pair of jeans.

"Greetings. I am Doctor Jonathan Crane. Who might  you be?"

 The teenager stared back into Crane's silver eyes. His face gave a blank almost angered look. "That's  nothing that may concern you, Doctor."

 The last word ringed out like it was supposed to be an insult. Scarecrow backed up into a thinking stance, putting his gauntlet to his chin as he started to hum a tune. The tune resonated like a  nursery rhyme; the hum was unsettling for the others. Scarecrow gave a bone-chilling look. Scarecrow could already sense that this boy was definitely dangerous or presumably mad. No one in his universe would directly insult the master of fear without paying a price! But this world was new and nobody could possibly know him, so he let it pass. 

"I understand," the Fear Master said.

The boy started to stare off into the distance as if he was looking for someone. Who, though? Could it be another troll, or something worse? Maybe it was nothing? I did not matter the Scarecrow had dealt with worse in his lifetime. 

Just as Scarecrow was about to give the order that it was time to leave the cave before any more strange people jumped out of the shadows, someone else did exactly that. The figure was roughly five-six with a large dark green coat, a trapper hat, and a bright red scarf. The figure carried what looked to be a magnum revolver and other weapons, but the most interesting thing was his rough green skin.

“Well… you have returned…” the figure said, ignoring the rest of the group, "I believe  you have something for me,"

Who is this? Scarecrow thought, A green man? What am I in now, the Twilight Zone? Hmm ... he does look to be an interesting specimen.

 "He's a plant!"he gasped.

 Flowey gave him an awkward face. "What?"

 Scarecrow turned giving him a sinister look, "he's a plant you fool," he said, turning back to study this strange green man.   

 The boy's eyes widened in grimace and quickly looked away, clutching his left eye and then turned back.

"You're ... The visions... You know what's happening to me? The boy's breath was ragged and pained as he stared at Ballad

 "Koal, I have no desire to gambol around with my questions here, and I certainly do not intend to amuse myself by befogging you," he said, holding his gloved hand out towards the boy, "Where are the tomes and treatises I sent you for?"

 "What ... wha-I don't understand." He gripped the space around his left eye harder as he seemed to try to remember something, but he couldn't "I don't know what you're talking-" his words were cut off as he emitted a savage growl of pain.

The green man did not reply, though the look of utter confusion on his face said everything that need to be said.

Scarecrow didn't know entirely of what was going on, so he backed away from the large group and walked towards an opening of another part of the cave. The entrance was shaped like an arch, melting ice water rushing from each side.

[i]These people are definitely the people I need  for my plans to conquer this Omniverse, Scarecrow pondered, but how do I get them to join my side?

 Hmm... aha! I'll create my own Society of Supervillains!  Still, how do I convince them to accept this?

 I know! I'll have them sign the original document that we all signed back on Earth and convince them that we in unison can accomplish anything!

 [/i]Scarecrow came to a stop, taking a brief look around the cave. The cave complex around him was sphere-like, the sounds of a nearby waterfall in the distance. Scarecrow  proceeded down a large ice bridge. Then, coming to a complete halt, he removed the glowing object out of his coat pocket. Within minutes of concentration, a giant booklet of papers and pen were in his hands. With a smirk, he ran back to his group.

Scarecrow was not surprised to see that no one had moved from their position from earlier. Chara and her friend were sitting by the fire trying to get warm while Ascension was far in the distance, probably analyzing Koal and Ballad, who were arguing by a pair of boulders to the right of Flowey.

"Gentlemen, Machine, and child!" Scarecrow shouted.

 Ballad and Koal walked back near the fire. Ballad folded his arms and gave Scarecrow his full attention, knowing that what Scarecrow was about to say was exactly what he wanted him to say.

 "It has occurred to me that we are stronger as a team. It has also occurred to that we all seek the same goal, to rule or dominate your enemies." Scarecrow stopped to observe his audience; all of them were fully interested in what he offered, "I give you the documents to our new future! We will forever be known as the Society of Supervillains! Together we will bring about a new age!"

Chara and her companion cheered; Ascension gave out a loud, accepting hum that caused several bits of ice to fall from the ceiling. All of them, with the notable exception of Ballad and Koal, came forward and signed his document. Koal gave Scarecrow another displeased face; he knew that what Scarecrow planned was wrong and that what he asked for was war. Scarecrow pointed with a bony finger at Ballad.

 "You, Ballad, will you join us in our conquest?" 

[Koal]

Koal lowered his hand from his eye, the eye red and irritated, a red seal glowing brightly in the dim light of the cave. His head felt like it was going to split asunder. He didn't under-

"You want to stop a war?! Well you're just one man. We're a dime a dozen here Ballad, the natives of this place are probably well versed in the art of eradicating primes!"

Koal let out a pained whimper and stumbled back into the wall as the pain spiked along with the vision. He stared into those yellow eyes that seemed to dominate his thoughts... he shrunk back into the cold stone wall behind him as his kind began to race, faster than he could keep up with. Ballad took a step forward, and in Koals warped and twisted mind, it was perceived as a threat. The young demon let out a low growl, his chest rumbling with the sound. Ballad stopped abruptly, and his yellow eyes flashed white and he seemed to be arguing with himself. Koal began eyeing him warily as waves of shadow pulsed across his alabaster skin, signifying his readiness to shift into whatever he might need. He-he could go for his eyes, as that was the only thing Koal could see. His gods-damned eyes.

Ballad snapped his head and his eyes widened slightly as Koal croaked out a whisper. 

"Are-are you going to kill me? I don't know who you are, but I keep seeing things." Koal drew in a deep breath and it shook as he exhaled. " I don't know who you are, yet I keep seeing that I've met you. Spoken with you.

"I've seen a world where I'm not quite myself and a myriad of people I don't know  keep appearing and my head hasn't stopped screaming and I don't know what to do anymore!" Koals voice slowly rose in volume before he hysterically began to chuckle, his eyes red and wild as he stared Ballad in the eyes. Those haunting eyes that reflected his own self-hatred and loathing. He saw Ballads eyes harden and become impassive and the. Back again several times.

Finally, the rugged Gunslinger began to speak...

[Marisa Kirisame]

As Chara was eating her chocolate she begain to let her mind wander "i want to talk to frisk and understand why she was a coward". She looks at Flowey and starts to write something on a pad of paper with a pencil, before folding it and handing it to Flowey. "Flowey listen carefully as i have a task for you, take this letter to New home and wait for two weeks our past universe time to see if i come back if not then open it up and read it to the monsters." Flowey nodded and popped underground to head home finally.

Chara held her knife and thinks about gaster's wisdom "we live inside of a bubble inside of a bubble . . . Chara you are memory of a forgotten copy you will never hold power." Chara looks up and sees everyone else is busy doing something else and  takes off her parka and rolls up her sweater sleave and looks at the knife marks she made witch were black and got up before saying; "i think we should leave and head to my place, its not much but its something." She "glitched" to behind scarecrow and scared him.