Spotted! Trainer

[collectyourfriends]

There's a familiar voice echoing through the gardens--almost. After all, Frisk's voice hasn't been loud in a long while.

 "Papyrus! Papyrus? Papyrus!" What were those others called again--? "Dogs? Dogs? Papyrus! Where--are you?" 

The first visible difference one might notice is a massive dog-thing walking alongside them, ears flicking. Anyone who can tear their eyes away from him will notice that this Frisk is wearing a bandanna on their head, a pair of goggles and a bland-looking necklace hanging around their throat, a bag hoisted over their shoulder, and a black ball clutched tightly in their hand.

It's a Dusk Ball, and Papyrus was supposed to be inside of it. But he's not. It's empty. They hadn't seen him get out. Where is he?

Where are they? The sight of the sky goes against everything he'd told them, that Toriel had told them. If just walking back towards the Ruins to Snowdin ("IT'S A GOOD PLACE FOR 'TRAINING'!" Papyrus said) would somehow get them out--that doesn't make any sense. None of this does.

...Finding Papyrus is the most important thing right now. So they can ask him questions. Or to make sure he isn't in trouble with Sans, or that Captain he'd been going on about.

Their Manectric partner is the only reason they aren't completely panicking--and then he freezes and turns his head with a growl. They stop too, heart hammering, peering to see what he's looking at. "Sparks...?"

Or rather, who. Seems there's someone nearby. 

"Hello?"

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[sansational]

The monster backpedals sharply when Sparks gets between them. It crouches lower down to the ground, letting out a louder snarl of aggression and alarm. Now it can see that it's being threatened. Now it can see that it's being challenged.

The lights in its eyes blaze a brighter blue for a moment, and both Sparks and Frisk will feel their souls turned blue. Sparks, the beast tries to toss aside. Frisk it holds in place.

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Definitely. Definitely a monster. Thought so but you never know, this doesn't seem like the Underground--

Sparks is flung across the grass with an angry snarl--at least he lands on his feet.

Frisk sinks down, staring into the giant monster's glowing eyes. Bone attacks. But what's the blue? Is that fire? Not great, also not terrible.

"Can't fight it!" their voice snaps out. "Sparks! Roar!"



He doesn't bother to race between them again. He makes a sound low in his chest, and the noise steadily grows. A growl to a snarl to a suppressed bark to a howl, and then he opens his mouth--

--a cacophony, an explosion of a dog's howl shoved together with thunder crashing down over dry summer plains, waves of sound bursting over to shake the ground and echo over the entirety of the castle, the boom of a dozen storms at once.

(Electric types have the best type of Roar, in Frisk's humble opinion.)

[sansational]

It's a sound like a mountain tumbling down, it's a sound that somehow carries with it every fear it's ever had and more than a few it can't even properly remember having anymore. But the remembering doesn't matter, just the fear, just the sense of power and force coming from the mysterious not human monster that is for some reason protecting a human.

And it's a fear that goes deeper than conditioning, overwhelms all other instincts. The monster lets out a screech of fear, turns away and blindly tries to flee. Trees crack and bend but don't break at first at the force - not until it puts claws and teeth to use to madly clear itself a path. And then it's gone, running away as fast as the unsteady terrain will allow, yelping like a kicked dog. It runs until it can't remember why it's running anymore, but then all it does is sleep.

When he comes back to himself for a little while longer, he mostly remembers Frisk's face. And Sans hopes, he hopes so very much, that what he's just woken up from really was nothing more than a dream.

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Frisk and Sparks watch with wide eyes and nearly blanked-out thoughts.

Wow. Wow. Yes. The way that monster shreds through the landscape like it was nothing--that was definitely a battle worth skipping.

"C'mon," they say after it's out of sight, scrambling to their feet. Sparks is immediately beside them, and they head off towards the nearest castle door at their own speedy, nervous pace.

They pull out their journal. Noted: the deepest gardens are not a place to be for a while.