They were gone. There was no warning they were just gone. You could be talking with them one second and the next they would be gone. If it weren’t for this fact it might have been thought of as a mass kidnapping. But they couldn’t find where everybody was going. They were just gone. Asgore stepped into the hall, hoping against hope that the Judge hadn’t disappeared. He didn’t know who the Judge was, nobody did. In the shadows across the hall a figure in long, flowing robes, much like Toriel's appeared with a single glowing blue eye.
“Why do you seek me?” It spoke in an ethereal voice that gave nothing away as to who it could be.
“Do you know anything about the disappearances?” Asgore asked in a slightly shaky tone. The Judge was the most powerful being in the underground with stats so high they registered as unknown. Asgore was, as any sensible person, scared out of his wits. But he was King of the Monsters, he needed to find out who was responsible for the disappearances.
“I only know that they are using a very ancient magic.” The Judge replied after a minute. Asgore knew that the Judge won’t judge those who don’t need it but there was always the chance that the Judge would decide that Asgore himself needed it, even though Asgore knew that he fully deserved it. The Judge had never judged him for whatever reason. The Judge killed those who had sinned enough to deserve it and he knew what everyone did, in all honesty he was kind of creepy.
“Thank you for your help.” Asgore turned and started out.
“Good bye, King.”
Sans sighed as he teleported back into his room. He knew how guilty Asgore felt about the killing of the six human children but it had been necessary, he didn’t deserve Judgement. If he were to be judged then the underground would be without a king which would be much worse. With Sans’ stats nobody had any clue that he was the Judge, not even Papyrus. Then again, Sans wasn’t the only one with secrets. Papyrus sucked at magic and he knew it, but what he lacked in magical ability he excelled at physically. Papyrus was physically the strongest and fastest monster in the underground by far, and the only one who knew was Sans. Sans knew that Papyrus liked hiding his physical prowess to make it so that Undyne would help him magically. It was hard for Papyrus to hide how strong or fast he was, especially when he thought someone was in trouble. He would struggle not to run at full speed Sans knew. At one point the brothers decided to see how fast he was and he got across the Underground in 4 minutes when it usually took 25.
“SANS! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SENTRY DUTY!” Papyrus called in his typical loud voice. Sans chuckled before teleporting off his judge robes and on his regular ones. He also hid his dragonish appearance with illusion magic, if people knew he was a dragon mix he would be hunted and killed. They might also kill or shun Papyrus and, even though they were not actually brothers, Sans couldn’t do that to him. He then stepped out of the room to see Papyrus looking at him from the living room, hands on his hips.
“Hey Pap,” Sans greeted.
“SANS YOU LAZY BONES! HURRY TO YOUR STATION OR YOU’LL BE LATE! WE NEED TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE IS SAFE!” Frisk had gotten to the Underground but had been unable to break the barrier and the six souls had disappeared. Frisk wasn’t being hunted for her soul anymore though. Nobody was sure why the barrier hadn’t broken but Sans did, the souls had told him. They had bonded with him because they knew that he would need him in the future and he could hear them talk to him. They said that the barrier hadn’t broken because the reason the barrier had been erected was still in the underground. Sans nor the souls knew the reason why the monsters were trapped underground but the souls were floating around with a blaster each invisibly around the underground for information. They reported interesting things that they found as they explored. Mostly meaningless but occasionally interesting things that he needed to know, like how the underground was doing. Sans strode to his station in silence not seeing a soul.
Sans, something’s wrong.