Underearth/Book 3/Chapter 8

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Frisk crossed the bridge that spanned the gap between the MTT Resort and Helios Station. As he got ever closer, the sounds of alarms became more and more evident. Within the alarms, a masculine voice could be heard speaking.

"Attention. We are under attack. Ready defenses. Message repeats."

*They're taking this entire thing rather seriously, aren't they.* Frisk thought as he reached the door to Helios Station. *Whatever. I can feel that there's only one SOUL here, so this will all be over soon.*

As soon as Frisk crossed the threshold, the last thing he saw was a giant metal rod sailing straight at his head, right before it shot through it, killing him instantly.

When Frisk returned, he was back on the bridge.

"What the hell was that!?!?!" Frisk said. "There was nobody. Nothing at all. No SOUL. I'd have felt it!"

Frisk looked back at the entrance.

"Are there deathtraps inside Helios Station?" he then said.

Regardless of any deathtraps, Frisk knew that he had to get through, one way or another. With this in mind, he approached the doorway again.

Once he'd gotten close, Frisk focused on making a shield around his entire body. Once done, he entered the installation. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, just like before, a metal rod sailed through the air, aimed directly at his head. However, thanks to the shield, it was stopped from killing him this time.

Now that Frisk was inside, he could see exactly what killed him before. After the spear was deflected, it returned to the one who threw it.

It was a winged android. Exactly like the first one he found at the back of Helios Station two Worlds before.

Upon retrieving the spear, it made a low beep, then brought up its left hand. The target-looking design then began glowing ivory.

Seeing this, Frisk focused his own shield around the back of his hand and imitated the machine. He then drew the sword he'd claimed back at the base of Mount Hot.

After Frisk had drawn his sword, the warrior jumped at him, spear aimed straight at his chest. Frisk, in response, brought his shield in close, guarding him from the spear. Upon making contact, Frisk brought his sword around and swung at the construct.

As Frisk swung, the construct brought its shield to precisely where Frisk was swinging. As soon as his sword was blocked, Frisk felt the warm feeling within his chest again. He knew exactly what he needed to do. As the warrior continued to apply pressure to Frisk's shield, Frisk tilted his arm so the spear would slide off to his side. Now, with a clearing fully between the two, the chitinous figure's arm erupted from Frisk's chest and embedded itself into the machine's. The arm then wrapped around and tore out entire chunks of the machine's interior.

The machine then began shutting down and collapsed to the floor. Once it had collapsed, Frisk sheathed his sword and pulled the spear from its hand. Upon claiming the spear, Frisk felt his chest warm again.

"Camera above teleporter. Take me." the voice said.

Frisk approached the elevator. The chitinous figure then reappeared, fully this time. It then jammed its hand into the camera, though it didn't break. The chitinous figure's eyes then started glowing yellow. After about a minute, they stopped, and the figure withdrew its hand.

"Hundreds of machines guard halls." it said.

"H-hundreds!?" Frisk said, exacerbated.

"Teleporter is back online. Use." it then said, opening the teleporter doors.

Frisk, not wanting to go up against hundreds more of those things, stepped inside. The doors then closed, and Frisk was transported to the end.

Cautious when exiting, Frisk peaked around the corner of the teleporter. Out in the middle of the bridge, Frisk saw a massive floating orb-like machine with horns coming out the top levitating above the bridge, guarding it against intruders. Remembering this thing, Frisk noted that he couldn't see the eye, which means that it likely hadn't noticed him yet. Taking advantage of this, Frisk quietly exited the teleporter and slipped into the control room.