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Christopher and Hayden blur using the code traced, through by him they appear on a roof of the timeline, observing the beginning of the skeleton trio.

The brief glint of insanity dissipating faster than the determination, "Can you reverse Alphys Death and Calibrate a counter to that thing," Hayden says.

He points at him. "I can reverse Alphys death, but you're a fourth dimension. A determined. Soul, what do you think happens to that thing vs DT of a pure form without puppetry?"

Hayden Grins "utter Annihilation right?" he nods "very much so I will handle that thing and the resurrection though it will break down the theme of this world. That kind of my purpose."

Hayden nods "I believe most would agree you actually doing something will ruin any masterpiece, even this variant of Gitchtale, an amalgamation between underplayer Glitchtale X and many others planned into one last scenario outside Gasters Madness."

He shrug "I'm just glad it was not dependent on Scientist Gaster. That fucker so mental I'd calibrate him on a scale of deranged akin to my Wives' heat season."

Hayden sigh "I didn't need that much detail." he draws the console "Overwrite." dispersing as he appears by the creature, a massive screen forming a billion of files of Code appear.

breaking down every segment into bits, he finds the blob, pressing it [overdraw code remodel it?] he confirms, his finger blur as he types away, the glob screaming as it dismantled at the very base of its existence.

Sans stares, blinking he appears behind it not bete not anything. The only true calibration being the Timor Soul. "This timeline is more of a variable replicant than I expected?"

Christopher says gazing at her. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" Crushing Papyrus slowly as Sans hood up appears behind her a faster blaster blowing her apart,"

Christopher's eyes closed Gaster Staring '𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕.' Sans eyes lacking all emotion driven mad with rage at this thing of action.

"it's not bete. I can confirm that much, but it still has that thing inside of it. But who is this? One of her original souls is blurry, but it reminds me of life to some extent."

Papyrus appears beside faster "this is rough, Stay still." Gaster heals, papyrus Sans stamps his foot "DAMN Bitch I'm sick of this crap." the thing smiles intent on this displeasure.

Before an overwhelming sense of dread takes over quick after Sans, rising into the air with a faster blaster. "Listen, I'm tired. You're tired and they're tired. So shall we 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔."

Sans' eyes widen and flare up with a spiraling blue light, illuminating the dark surroundings. The sudden burst of energy creates a faint humming sound in the air, like it's vibrating.

Hundreds of blasters appear all around her, reflecting the bright blue of Fury with a dazzling display. The blasters crackle as their jaws open, building up the very energy of karma inside their mouths.

Gaster Flash "SANS STOP!" Sans glance at him confused "too late." Waving her hands out, Rhabdophobia is cast out, engulfing the surrounding in a blackened hatred shrouded in the terror of Pink.

Sans' eyes grow dull as the world around him crumbles. The once familiar tool to him now foreign and hostile. His will broken as he rest about to succumb to despair,

Christopher appears. His voice barely audible, to Timor(fear) The weight of his words encumbering. A faint insanity persists within reality, Sans Shivers as does the rest as the ominous tone in Christopher's voice. Resounds "Dementophobia," he whispers, the worst nightmares upon them.

(Dementophobia> fear of insanity in context fear the insanity)

(I might as well fight the fear of magic with the very foundation of Christopher, his fear of going mad and losing all sense of self and humanity)

White surrounds Christopher's body dully while the cracks of black spread like spiderwebs, shattering around his eyes. The sound of the cracking deafening as the gaping black holes of his eyes stare endlessly, seeming to swallow everything in their path. The air thick with an icy shiver, uncanny to even the dead.

The Gaster blaster trembles A thick Vantablack leaks abnormally from their jaws, crumbling like erosion as it eats down at the very Foundation of magic, breaking apart the world itself

A hallowing screech of Wailing corruption engulfs even light , the Area silenced in white as the Wailing howl of darkness Sprawls endless like a tree of nightmarish nutrients.

The Skulls crashing to the blank ground only equivalent to the white of the void; the Timor confused, staring in disorder, at the dark endless eyes eating away even at her.

Sans appears beside Gasters, the glitching voice resound. "You should've died with your kingdom and sister alike. Abominable truly. the glitching form of the soul of insanity.

his form encompassed as hundreds of wheels appear glowing with the very fear she finds herself as Christopher appearing behind it, as a thunderous boom hurls it away.

"AH!" *CRACK* feeling the spine that holds her nerve Cracking as even her soul cannot protect her body, she rolls across the ground "𝐲̴̦̀𝐨̵̬̈𝐮̸͖̐'̷͙̈́𝐫̴͚̿𝐞̸̨̂ ̵̠͛𝐢̴͈͝𝐧̶̩̑ ̶̡͐𝐚̴̹̈́ ̴̟͛𝐯̶̜̐𝐨̸̜́𝐢̴͚̚𝐝̵̮̀,̵͕͌ ̵̟͑ ̶̘͆𝐲̴͜͠𝐨̷͖̄𝐮̶͈̕𝐫̴͕̍ ̸̮̓𝐝̷̩̌𝐞̶͔̎𝐦̸̘̈́𝐢̸̰̀𝐬̴̫̾𝐞̷͍̈́ ̶̣̌𝐢̸͖̃𝐬̷̬̃ ̶͍̄𝐢̸̚ͅ𝐧̷̹̈𝐞̷̠̎𝐯̷̺͝𝐢̷̠̀𝐭̴̜̂𝐚̶̬̄𝐛̴̢̊𝐥̶̧̚𝐞̷̪͆"

"𝐓̷𝐞̴𝐫̴𝐫̷𝐨̴𝐫̶ ̵𝐨̸𝐫̷ ̴𝐟̴𝐞̷𝐚̸𝐫̸ ̸𝐦̷𝐞̴𝐚̸𝐧̸𝐬̴ ̵𝐧̴𝐨̸𝐭̴𝐡̵𝐢̴𝐧̴𝐠̵ ̷𝐡̷𝐞̸𝐫̷𝐞̶.̸" he blurs once more Kicking her body like a toy, Gaster falls to his knee, the wingdings overtaking his language.

Christopher's hand glows with a bright white light, shining much brighter than the dull void around them. The thundering sound so loud that even the Deimel of Sound would break down. The Space's intensity as dense as metal.

back, The Timor utterly Obliterated as it's thrown Miles away, Hayden appears in front of its "break down." the Legs and arm Destroy slowly fading to particles of Dust.

Before he appears beside the informed Christopher, "I believe I should activate my actual form." Blue takes over the White spreading like particles,

like the drop of rain around him, his face reforms feature as his eyes gleam with disregard to all emotion, eight wings erupt from his back, made up of the same lines of white rushing up and down his form.

"̵̭͊𝐢̶̡̽𝐭̶̩̉ ̸͉͐𝐫̶̥̎𝐞̷̤͝𝐞̶̘̓𝐤̸̐͜𝐬̴̳͠ ̵̗͋𝐨̸̛̟𝐟̷̯͝ ̵̯́𝐇̸̰̓𝐚̴̭͋𝐭̶͉̃𝐞̷̬̀ ̵̣͋𝐚̵͇̊𝐧̸̛̺𝐝̸̦̊ ̶̡̾𝐦̷͖͒𝐚̸͖͗𝐝̸̜͋𝐧̵͚͠𝐞̵̝̕𝐬̴̨̀𝐬̶̠̊.̸̲͂ ̷̤̐𝐈̵̖̀ ̷̝̇𝐟̸̜͌𝐢̷͕̿𝐧̴͇͝𝐝̶̙̉ ̸̤͌𝐢̸̥͠𝐭̷̟͋ ̵̨͑𝐟̷̥͗𝐚̷̼͐𝐫̵̻̈́ ̷͍͒𝐦̵̜̽𝐨̵͎̃𝐫̴̫̽𝐞̴͓̐ ̷̼̊𝐡̵͚͆𝐨̵̻̉𝐫̸͎̈𝐫̴͇̈́𝐢̴̺̕𝐟̷̟͒𝐢̶͚̿𝐜̶̺̑ ̴̝̽𝐭̷̛̳𝐡̶͍͑𝐚̶͔̀𝐧̴̡̊ ̷̻͆𝐦̶̻͑𝐞̵̮͛. Hayden glare at him "I don't understand what you're saying"

He replies. Still, his text is distorted. "𝐈̷ ̵𝐬̶𝐚̴𝐢̶𝐝̶ ̷𝐢̴𝐭̵ ̵𝐫̴𝐞̸𝐞̷𝐤̶𝐬̴ ̶𝐨̶𝐟̵ ̵𝐇̴𝐚̴𝐭̴𝐞̴ ̴𝐚̸𝐧̷𝐝̴ ̶𝐦̷𝐚̴𝐝̸𝐧̷𝐞̴𝐬̷𝐬̸.̴ ̴𝐈̵ ̵𝐟̵𝐢̸𝐧̴𝐝̵ ̶𝐢̴𝐭̵ ̶𝐟̴𝐚̵𝐫̴ ̵𝐦̵𝐨̴𝐫̴𝐞̵ ̷𝐡̸𝐨̵𝐫̵𝐫̸𝐢̵𝐟̴𝐢̴𝐜̴ ̴𝐭̸𝐡̷𝐚̵𝐧̸ ̷𝐦̵𝐞̷." He growls.

After taking on his form, he Create a weapon. "It needs to be erased. That is clear to even those to foolish to know what it is."