Laboratory Notes

"Project: Lost Dreemurr (Lab Reports)""Re: Research Mission Logs: XXX-XXX-XXX-UT-000 ~ 009  Codename:  Lost Dreemurr""Note:  Cautionary warning, level 9A.  The contents of these mission logs contain senstive information in regard to the previously unlogged STC exploration project carried out by STC agent VAA on the  encrypted date.  This pertains to the through investigation of the numbers of known and unknown timelines throughly observed over the chronal period in question.  This information should not be viewed without the complete set of data, maps of the continuum, and personal logs of agent VAA and the consent of of the council majority.  Important nomenclature, lists of names, places, events, and miscellaneous items of interest are paramount for the concise breakdown of the following material."

(Section-000)
Personal Log:  Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

If you are reading this, then I am to assume you are versed in what these series of logs are in regard to. I'll get right to the point as it concerns my new protogee and the circumstances leading up to these details finally being released from my private offline mainframe.

I have warned and been warned about the dangers of interacting with timelines on any world. Agents of STC are strongly advised to never integrate into these timelines unless absolutely necessary; we must be shadows. Ghosts of time and space; observing and recording, never interfering unless outside forces act upon their history and disrupt the destines and fates that were agreed upon by the "Sisters". The codename for the polar opposites not meant to be known outside of our circle; Lady Destiny and Madam Fate. Further explaination regarding this has yet to be authrorized. Suffice to say...even those of us that are not bound by time, space and destination are nothing more than mere puppets on their grand stage. I've said my peace without overstepping my bounds and inviting Madam Fate to amuse herself with her...pranks of nature. To have so much power of time and space and dimension...and still be utterly powerless in the grand scheme of things...

I digress. This is not about things that should not be discussed that exist behind the veil of reality and and our many illusions of reality. I am logging this in regard to my findings as I've spent an indeterminate amount of time scrutenizing each and every possible timeline of the world that our organization had discovered within the span of one year of Earth time constant. However the actual about of time spent far exceeds the lifespan of recorded Terran history equivalent. It seems my initial theory of the finite number of timelines this world that can be generated by the triggers at the epicenter has been proven correct. There may very well be infinite. It goes without saying that there are obviously parellel and alternate dimension versions of this world, but that is not the focus of this research. The focus is that timelines that were thought to be impossible have in fact been proven to be fact; that despite the limitation of both the [RESET] and the [TRUE RESET] there are anomalies which have made it possible to venture into the previously unaccessable "backstory" sections of these lost timelines.

The following entries will thus chronical my findings and my actions regarding one such timeline. I might as well address the elephant in the room and confirm that it was indeed a [GENOCIDE] timeline. And this timeline has since collapsed upon itself and completely erased from existence. It is unlikely another timeline will follow the path this one did; the chances of another timeline being this unique are a decimal smaller than can be feasibly measured. But what makes this timeline unique is that while it is logged as a [TRUE GENOCIDE] timeline...I have kept the truth hidden at the council's direct order. To be perfectly blunt: There was a survivor. And to even more blunt...it's kind of very big deal as the survivor in question was never meant to have a future. This was an immutable fact Madam Fate herself decreed. How very cruel of her.

And yet the anomaly that occured allowed this survivor to slip through the fabric of time and space and be lost to everyone else in the timeline. MOre importantly this person's destiny took an unexpected detour at the most critical point in the length of his role on the grand scheme of things...yet the events that should have bent altered by this remained constant. In the next sections as I log my progress I will elaborate my vagueness--which I apologize for--and attempt to explain what went "wrong" and how things turned out like this.

(Section-001)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

I apologize for the abrupt end of the previous log however circumstances beyond my control forced my hand. I'm certain I'll receive a memo about an emergency coordinate reroute without going through proper channels.

Having had time to reflect on things I'm certain the uninformed will draw the comparison. Let me assure you we are not the "Doctors". We do not use English police boxes for transit. And we do not describe the space-time continuum as a ball of "timey-whimey stuff". Having said that, the only real thing we have in common is that our job is a lottery. In my case more like Roulette; and the ball always lands on opposite of what I bet. You enjoy this too much, Madam Fate.

Given the nature of my previous entry, I'm sure I've given the impression that I only have a negative opinion of the demon child in question. That would be untrue. In the [TRUE PACIFIST] timelines I could think of no being purer and more determined. After all it was thanks to that person that happy endings came to pass in these timelines. The duality was always confounding and I stil have yet to find answers to the questions I kept asking; was there only one child who was setting the record for most bipolar psyche just criss-crossing over timelines--sparing monsters in one while slaying them in the next? Or was the child like everything else and had multiple instances and each case of the child was unique? Truly one of the great mysteries of the universe. I suppose if I'm to continue referring to the trigger, I might as well address THAT elephant in the room. Yes the child does indeed have a name so why don't I quit beating around the bush. I'm talking about Frisk. Odd name. Odd child. Hard to tell sometimes from a distance if the kid had eyes. Even harder to discern his...her...their gender. And so far I haven't truly been able to confirm if Frisk can even speak; there were plenty of instances that seem to prove this is the case as Frisk has called out to his friends and consoled them and such. But viewing from outside the world's space-time continuum as a spectre? I've defininitely confirmed Frisk uses sign language.

With that little clarification out of the way the next elephant in the room to address was obviously Chara. As many as there were in the room I was one shy of a full circus. Here we had two different human cases. And despite extensive research through the timelines somehow each timeline explored made me seem to know less and less about Chara...almost as if the information was being deleted. As Asriel's adopted sibling she was core to all of this. Maybe more so than Frisk. Reviewing the data I had copied from tapes in the True Lab, I had plenty to work with and much of it was an eye-opener. To the point that I realized I was turning a blind eye to some pretty important facts--like the fact that Chara had poisoned herself with buttercups in the first place. Like the fact that it completely escaped my attention that Chara was the mastermind of this whole affair with Asriel. And the fact that I didn't want to believe she honestly despised humanity despite being human herself. So what did she hope to accomplish by convincing Asriel to absorb her soul, cross the barrier, and harvest six more souls to completely shatter it? Did she intend to start another war? Was there a decent part of her that just wanted to grant the monsters their freedom? My mind was a beehive of possible routes.

One fact I couldn't dispute was every timeline EXCEPT this last one I had come across, Asriel didn't do what Chara asked and died as a result; he didn't take a single life and instead let them all mortally wound him. He returned home and died with Chara in his arms. This timeline he never got the chance but I was positive it would have played out exactly the same. This was all the proof I needed of Asriel Dreemurr's true character. Now that it was clear what was to be done, I had to really, really try to find a reason that Chara was worth saving. I knew the answer but...the look into her mind and her manipulative behavior was making it really difficult to put faith in it. Still...if I found a timeline where Asriel could be saved. Maybe there was a possibility I could find an anomalous timeline where I could save Chara too.

Before I get to continuing my logs I should probably clarify one more thing. Allow me to present two scenarios from the beginning of the first log:

1) I yank the bracer's circuit card and integrate with the timeline.  I rush into the room and grab Asriel before he can absorb Chara's soul or fall into the crack in reality, whichever came first.  I tell him he can't keep his promise to Chara.  I tell him to break his promise, that Chara's plan won't work.  Whatever it takes to alter his destinty from that point.

2) I let things play out as they do and follow the path that fate didn't intend and only take action when the timeline is ending.

Scenario one is breaking the laws of time. Directly interfering with an intended destiny for any reason. Scenario 2 is passive and could be considered merely stretching bending a few time laws. I know that there are skeptics reading this explaination which will consider this distinction paper thin. At the risk of not minding my tongue with the contents of this file being viewable by the Council, try convincing them that there's a grey area here. For an organization that demands keeping things in black and white...the members at the top sure commit 50 shades of buraucracy. And buraucracy, thy color is more than just a touch of grey.

Okay. Still with me? With that rigamorole out of the way, it's time to continue on with my tale from that which is under. Sheesh. I gotta stop researching the Kraang. It's bad for my grasp on the mechanics of the English/Common language.

(Section-002):
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

If it wasn't already obvious, then let me spell it out as clear as hydrogen peroxide: I was in deep and I was too emotionally attached for this to be even remotely professional. But nonetheless...I will fight the naysayers fang and claw who would dare say I did anything wrong. The Major's reassurance was all I needed. It was time to move forward.

After considering the time I spent, often studying and analyzing everything from the superficial to the most paramount; often comparing and contrasting multiple sets of seemingly over-similar timelines, one has to wonder how that can still manage to equate to a total span of time nearly equal to the lifespan of Earth. You'd be suprised how much time an STC agent can be confined to the same area, the same project, and the same parameters before A.E.O.N.'s final analysis is complete and the Council is satisfied with the research being set in stone and laminated in steel. You find after opening the Genie's Lamp and Pandora's Box in simultaneity that bordom no longer becomes a factor. Having infinite patience hardwired into your very being is a blessing and a curse. May the layman understand where I'm going with this. Kinda makes you wonder such things as how we're recruited into such a burden or how many of us there are and other juicy little secrets. Sorry. But that's on a need to know basis. And you don't need to know.

Chin up. It's not as great a prize as enticing as it must seem. But I digress. I have more to explain about the current mission. And this little chunk of data concerns the instances where I did pull the circuit card and go as far as to interact with people, places, and events at the Council's specific request at specific points in the research. The timelines pertaining to each have been appropriately tagged and additional notes will be provided as necessary. First things first...but not necessarily in that order.

I'm going to skip to the logs rather than give an analysis here. I have my reasons.

(Section-003):
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

I apologize for the cutoff but the data load proved too much for the system. Anyway...onward with the report:

Data Stub 1: "Flowey and Asriel"

You all know what this entry is about, assuming you read the primer and the appropriate database materials. But if you're still lost then it's just this simple. Flowey is Asriel. Asriel is Flowey. Clear? Clear. So. Now that we've established that, and I should hope you've read the tragic tale that follows the non-altered, non-anomalous timelines then all you need to know is my encounters with the weed. I'll say it. Given the information I just hammered into the ground, I gotta say...finding yourself in an unfamiliar body without the ability to feel anything has proven to be a sure fire Jeckyl-and-Hyde formula. To see such sweetness, meekness, the overall makings of a mamma's boy suddenly flipped into deceitful, manipulative, murderous, outright rude, and megalomaniac is the very definition of what I told the Major must be fought. It was bad enough studying this abomination when he wasn't aware of my presence. Having to actually talk to him and be threatened with death was another. And ironically in comparing his instances through [GENOCIDE], [NEUTRAL], and [PACIFIST] timelines was not as 2-Dimensional as could be presumed. The instances where he was spared in the latter two at times put Chara to shame in ways that I wasn't prepared for. In a way, she succeeded "toughening him up" enough to go forward with the plan. I wonder if she'd be okay knowing what she did--directly and indirectly--to her brother to achieve a plan that was doomed to fail. And somehow...the [TRUE PACIFIST] timeline was the only time it succeeded. But for all the right reasons. It just never seemed right that it required both their sacrifice to make it happen. But...that was me talking. Someone else out there would probably understand why it was that way.

Anyway...Flowey in the [TRUE GENOCIDE] timelines (despite my disgust for the ends justifying the means)...it was ironic that this was when I had the most sympathy for Flowey. I couldn't tell if it was [GENOCIDE] Frisk's own volition or if Chara guided his hand but leading up to Asgore's slaughter I observed the sudden change in his behavior. For all this time, Asriel, in that accursed form could not feel anything...but clearly...he was feeling fear. True fear. In fact...going back over the video cassette data from Alphys' [TRUE LAB] I was SURE he was repeating word for word his same extremely deep skepticism for Chara's reckless plan. It almost made me overlook that fact that Flowey took the choice out of Frisk's bloodstained hands and ended Asgore himself. And despite that...his loyalty was rewarded with death. In keeping his promise...Chara allowed this Frisk to break her end of the promise. How little compassion you had for your fallen brother. How you cast asside your plan to shatter the barrier to bring monsters to the surface. And all you could think about was power. In the end you and your partner ended everything. And that still wasn't enough. When this Frisk had grown weary of the mass genocide...you offered Frisk the chance to reset it all back the way it was...all at the cost of Frisk's soul. That thread...that thread leading to a different timeline. In spite of this Frisk having the capacity to bring about a [PACIFIST] ending...you knew it would never be a [TRUE PACIFIST] ending.

I apologize but it seems I've spent as much or more effort reflecting on Chara than I have Flowey. Back to the task at hand. The [RESETS]. One thing I had also noticed was that in the neutral instances that Flowey wasn't spared, a [RESET] you would assume would mean that Flowey would be gone in the resulting new timeline. I, myself was convinced that Flowey's essence had vanished and all was left was an ordinary flower in his place. So convinced that I lowered my guard up to the point where Asgore was spared yet again in another timeline...only for what I thought was impossible to end him again. It was crazy...how had Flowey followed Frisk back through his [SAVE FILE]. And then it hit me. Flowey was given animation with the power of Determination thanks to Alphy's experiment. If Determination was the source of Frisk's power then it made sense it gave Flowey the same power of [RESET] that Frisk had. Like a pair of opposite pole magnets attracting each other. Weeds really were stubborn creatures with way too much will to live for their own good.

I now address yet one more elephant in the room. Flowey's mutation. That...metaphorphosis. How does one even begin to describe it? THere's barely anything even remotely resembling a flower in this twisted form. THe bulk of its form looks like some horror mashup of insect and alien. And I'm still puzzled where a monitor at the epicenter even comes in. At least the constantly-moving spike-covered vines make sense. This is the very essence of science gone wrong. Was this through his own corrupted magical will or was this from Alphys' research twisting upon itself until it had twisted its very innards outside of its being? I hadn't been so horrified and nauseated by a biological nightmare since Violet had shown the ending scenes of Akira at one of our Miranda City movie nights. And there was...a descrepancy in these [TRUE PACIFIST] endings that never quite made sense. It seemed like it led to the most positive of neutral timelines that lead back to an ordinary [SAVE FILE] data load (still don't quite get it) which presented Frisk with some unfinished business in the same timeline. Every other timeline was linear. What was with the weird S-curve in this one's flow? No matter how much I focused on this and the questions at hand, it always ended up being diverted to the problems of Alphys; both her social(ly awkward) life and the deep dark secrets she was keeping in the [TRUE LAB]. So I'd always end up nearly blindsided when it came full circle back to the Throne Room and then the Barrier itself. Flowey was a master of biding his time and manipulating just the right people at the right time. His use of [RESET] served him just as well as Frisk's had served them. (It's really awkward referring to Frisk in plural tense but again...Frisk's gender is still up in the air for debate.)

So. Having covered all that I close with the core of my dread: The Absolute God of Hyperdeath. That which haunts my nightmares and compels me to protect the lost little goat prince from becoming Chara's unholy brainchild and the instrument of humanity's demise. With the souls of six fallen humans, combined with the soul of every single monster in the kingdom...There was more than enough power to ascend to godhood and shatter the barrier. But as the saying goes...absolute power corrupts aboslutely. And yet I felt more sorry for Asriel than at any point in the timeline. For that moment before revealing that empowered version of himself I saw what had been lost and I felt a moment of relief to see his innocent child form for myself...but the moment was over instantaneously as he had finished speaking those words...."Howdy.  It's me.  You're best friend..." And with that [THE END] was at hand. Ascended Asriel hid his pain very well behind the mask of not carring wanting to destroy the whole world. His need to erase the timeline...his desire to reset everyone's memories...to continue acting like this whole thing was just one big game to play over and over and over...I felt it exceeded Chara's own capacity for wanting to destroy the world.

It was a miracle I was able to be in that area and watch a determined Frisk endure cosmic attacks as they hoped and dreamed their way toward infinity. Depite all of my own power as an immortal timewalker it felt as though I was being pulled into this reality. That I had to fight with eveything just to stay intangible. I was inspired by how much miraculous Frisk seemed at that moment. Through the taunts and the spite against determination itself...Asriel's snideness and amusement over the situation...I had almost forgotten that Flowey had shed his form and Asriel was before us. With every last attack that Frisk weathered...I felt a guilty pleasure rooting for this human child, knowing that meant treating Asriel as the villain. It...it hurt to look at him that way even though that was the case. And all that came to a crashing halt when I realized just how much Asriel was holding back.

I was not prepared for the full extend of his powers. The first time or the last time. Each and every time I had found myself at The End in the vast multitude of True Pacifist Timelines. An all-powerful winged god. A god of death was before me. And if I had any pretense that I was a neutral bystander, they were shattered the moment his eyes looked right at me...pierced through me...and he made it very clear that he could see beyond time and space. His power really might have been infinite. And in this it was so overwhelming even Frisk with all that determination was paralyzed. Unable to even struggle.

So it hit me like the Big Bang itself when I saw Asriel's last attack succeed at breaking Frisk's soul in two pieces. That was it. Game Over. I lost hope. I had nothing to dream. And it looked like Asriel honestly had the power to end me next. Whether the first time I experienced it or the last. It always felt the same. It was madness hoping that maybe one instance would be different. I wonder...if the Absolute God of Hyperdeath recalled each instance I had inserted myself in the timeline. I wondered how bad I was mucking things up. I wondered...would he eventually use this to his advantage and finally erase the timeline...and maybe me with it?

And despite how many times I saw it happen...I was even less prepared for..."it". What was "it" you might ask? Frisk's soul was broken... [BUT IT REFUSED]. And with that two shard rejoined into a complete soul. Frisk refused to die. Refused to quit. Refused to give up on their friends. Refused to give up on...someone else.

And yet the touch of grey on the silver lining of the dark cloud was that it would not be the last time it happened during the battle; but with each time, Asriel had drained a part of the world...the lives...the memories surrounding Frisk. Everything...he threatened to reduce to zero. I think it was even affecting me and my memories and my equipment's data. Compared to Chara, I still felt compelled to hold onto a glimmer of hope and I guess Frisk was one step ahead. Because in their moment of brilliance, Frisk, unable to fight, use items, show mercy or reach their [SAVE FILE]...somehow they were able to save everyone precious to them. The Lost Souls within Asriel's body...the stirred and resonated. THey reacted to Frisk. Confronting each of Asriel's living puppets, I watched Frisk show what they had learned over that vast journey. And what I witnessed was good. With each reminder of what they had experienced what Frisk had given them...Asgore and Toriel, Sans and Papyrus, Alphys and Undyne. All were brought back...all were saved. There was just one last person to save.

It was then it became obvious that for all his infinite power, all the hopes and dreams, and memories he had stolen. Everything he absorbed...he was still a child. And he still had his weakness. Frisk brought forth all their determination and weathered every attack to the point of being brought to the bring of death. I watched Asriel's fascade break down along with Asriel himself in every emotional sense. I looked into those nebulous eyes from afar and I could see he was actually scared. He gave everything he had and screamed for Frisk to stop. To get away from him. To just give up and let him win. Gods...he really was a child. In the last, most brilliant flash of light...

There he was again. That child form. He knew he was beaten. There was no reason to keep continuing. He could not beat Frisk no matter what. I listened to his sad story and the root of all his motivation. Despite everything that happened, Frisk was more than happy to console him and forgive him. I was hopeful that things were going to be okay but I realized a painful truth. There was no way that Asriel could continue holding all those souls inside. It was here I realized the Prophecy was on the cusp of being fulfilled. And then I realized that it wasn't Frisk who was destined to break the barrier any more than it was Asgore's destiny...no...it was all on Asriel. Frisk's destiny was to save us all including the one who would free us all. The angel wasn't a human or a monster. It was a human AND a monster. So I wasn't the least bit suprised when it broke. But what I was now realizing was...Asriel no longer had a soul of his own. And if that was the case...this body wasn't his own. It was flower's. and it was on borrowed time. I watched the tearful goodbye. I heard the echo of his words that this was all just a bad dream. When I looked again I was intangable again as though my bracer had been [RESET] as well but...there was everyone else. All of Frisk's friends, the "bosses" of this adventure. And a new world opened up to them. I stuck around to watch Frisk take care of goodbyes throughout the Underground and of course...one last goodbye to the spirit of Asriel before the last of him faded. Heh...anything better to do indeed. And with that I followed everyone to the surfaced and let everything follow its intended course. *sigh*  My journey in this timeline wasn't over yet. I had a happy ending to see. I followed each person's adventure in the outside world as they integrated into it. A new day had dawned. It was over but not really over. I would save what I observed in the "Happy Ending" for another report. With that in mind, this closes the file on the data stub that was, is, and always will be...Prince Asriel Dreemurr and the tragic Flowey the Flower.

The happy ending was always nice to observe. But that was something for another set of laboratory notes way down the road. As much as they gave me the feels...having to watch Asriel be left behind...realizing that Chara was no longer in this world......there was that bittersweetness that the True Happy End came at the price of two souls sacrificed for the greater good. In the core of my being...this did not suffice. My mission was clear and I intended to see it through to the end. I would raise Asriel to the light from the 100 years of dark...darker...and yet darker. And yet I had no idea what age Asriel would have to be before I considered him ready to bring back to the world he had left behind. I knew it wouldn't be his Timeline--no, that would be impossible. But...seeing as how he was already amongst a surrogate family in the making...it wasn't that much of a transplant for him to be reunited with a parallel timeline's instance of the father, mother, and others he had lost. Yes. This was the new...the true purpose of Project: Lost Dreemurr. Whether the Council approved or not. This was my mission. So...let whatever challenges come before me. I never once entertained the notion that I cared about STC's brand of justice. And I don't recall ever calling myself a hero. If Madam Fate presented me with a problem...I'd solve it. If I was confronted by an enemy...I'd defeat it. As long as I believed in my family...my friends...in Asriel......there was no way this would have anything but the happy ending that they...that he...that all of us...that everyone deserved. My name is Volt Alessandro Arcade. And this is solemn vow.

(Section-004)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

I apologize for the cutoff but the data load proved too much for the system. Anyway...onward with the report:

Data Stub 2:  "Frisk"

By diving into this subject matter, I realize for some reason or another the Council is going to make my eternal life HELL. Just because you live forever doesn't mean you can't die...or rather be erased from existence. That was the danger of being stranded in an unstable timeline that was about to eat itself--a timeline you made the choice to integrate into. Even noting that no one should experience the ultimate end of being erased from existence--past, present, and future--at times the people in charge made sure that there were a lot worse ways they could make you suffer when they weren't satisfied with results; completed or ongoing. (Now are you seeing the bigger picture why I enlisted the services of "Command"; the ability to backhack through the galaxy-wide omni-colony computer, A.E.O.N., the additional time-space-dimension tools and gear that the Council would deem illegal, and of course the connections back to my old life and my old home?  Fontraile, Kaeleron, and the other continents of my world of origin were the only peace and quiet I could get from being micromanaged.)  But by now you're getting impatient with my own burdens so on with the information at hand.

Frisk. Species: Human. Age: 8. Gender: indeterminate. I suspect Frisk has a hearing-speech disorder but the various observations and encounters seem to leave...variable results; too many descrepancies to reach a conclusion. I've been unable to determine if Frisk is just a nickname or if this is the legal name of birth; in the latter case I've been unable to find a last name. The same is true of Chara, save for adopting the family name, Dreemurr. I've recorded several scan anomalies, several inconsistancies with each Frisk instance and no discernable pattern to how much Frisk knows, remembers, or has experienced. It's very possible one Frisk in one [PASCIFIST] timeline may have come from the [RESET] of another, conversely the murderous Frisk of yet still another timeline may have originated from a fourth. In spite of all my resources and attempts to figure out just what the heck is up with Frisk...I've been unable to come up with a conclusion. It's as puzzling as how the timeline bridge between [PASCIFIST] and [TRUE PACIFIST[ events even works.

Frisk of course seems to have some kind of access to the world's chronostructure and engages in interaction via a unique interface that I'm still trying to analyze even after several billion timelines explored and/or catalogued; it seems akin to the holoprojection with icons that control various aspects of Frisk's perception of this world and this world's perception of Frisk in turn. Violet would compare it to a Role-Playing Game H.U.D. As much as I want to smack her for it, the description is too accurate to be disregarded. This interface seems to consist of four concepts: [FIGHT], [ACT], [ITEM], and [MERCY].

Fight: There is very little to explain behind the most rudamentary of behaviors, going back to the very dawn of intelligent life. When two or more parties reach a disagreement so finalized, so incompatable with another that diplomacy fails, the option for physical harm upon the other rears its ugly head time and time again. It's a fairly simple interface structure consisting of a swinging metronome needle. The more aligned it is with the center, the more effective the attack on the target it it is. You'd thing something so glaringly obvious would be an equally glaringly telegraph. Yet I've only recorded one instance where a targeted monster didn't simply stand there and take it. I'd seen the Frisks of the [GENOCIDE] timelines use it time and time again, augmenting their offensive strength with weapons discarded around the Underground, often ending with the [REAL KNIFE]. Throrough research confirmed this wretch artifact at one time did indeed belong to Chara. Regardless of where and when this method of interaction was used, a Frisk who would fight--either being forced into it as I had observed with King Asgore in many a timeline, or by Frisk's own volition--it was always the same and it always made my heart drop into my stomach, which in turn would be churning something fierce with disgust. It seemed that no intelligent lifeform would ever evolve beyond this.

Act: There was duality to this function. It served as a means of observation; information gathering. I haven't assertained a definitive measurement--qualitative or quantitative of Frisk's powers of analysis and observation, but it seems to be quite efficient. While I have few comparisons to go by, Maverick Hunter X's Item Radar and Infrared Tracer seem to be parallels that aren't too far off. The "Seiken Densetsu" cases had some kind of analysis spell. And I'd recall other cases in which a simple magnifying glass told more of a story to the easily brushed over. Frisk's ability to adapt and take action based on these subtle and nonsubtle clues give me echoes of the Kurosaki youth in Karakura Town as a Substitute Soul Reaper--specifically his ability to very rapidly learn and evolve in combat, much the same as X. I'm likely overstating the [CHECK] sub-function. It's not really that grandiose in scope but it's still a curious quirk to ponder Frisk's thought process and devise one more more courses of feasible action. Speaking of which, the actions taken themselves were the other side of the coin. Once information was gathered, the next step was to choose which course of action was appropriate. This of course had mixed results over the timelines. At times Frisk would have the correct answer instantly to a situation. Others yielded...complications during encounters; sometimes Frisk's opponent would be offended to the point of intensifying their assault. I will have to index each reaction to each monster in each timeline under each unique set of conditions at a later point. While most of them are pretty logical courses of action...I still have yet to find any reasonable explaination behind Frisk...to be quite frank...FLIRTING with certain people. I'm not sure which is more dumbfounding: the fact that this child flirted with Toriel directly after asking if it was okay to call her "Mom"...or how Frisk was able to manage so via a cell phone? Seriously. Who raised this kid?!

Item:  I've seen this mechanic several times before. My own second-in-command uses a similar Martial Science technique to quickly place and remove objects from seemingly nowhere. While the same in function as the matter-to-energy and vice-versa principle of my own E.N.G.I.N.E. microdots or Sally A. Acorn's own matter-wave digital storage system, without a tangible entity to facilitate the process it all comes down to the perception of it being magic or trickery. Rest assured there was always more here than a slight of hand, pulling quarters from behind ears. But I degress, the prospect of hammerspace and anime sub-space has been explored for as long as this methodology has been observed in all manner of recorded histories. But that still doesn't explain the presence of one-too-many annoying dogs or the dog residue popping into Frisk's inventory as a complete defiance of the Law of Conservation of Mass.

Mercy:  Every time I see Frisk's hand reach for this icon I feel nothing but relief. It's the kind of relief that reassures you that there's hope for humanity. For monsterkind. It's the lesson that Goat Mom hopes is engraved into Frisk for the duration of their adventure. This function comes in two actions: Spare and flee. Sparing of course means ending the battle without having to resort to violence. I'd noticed that the name of Frisk's opponent on their interface holoprojection would only allow this function if it were highlighted in the appropriate color; usually yellow. Sometimes it would be pink. I'd given thought to how this was the decision gate which would determine later consequences or lack-thereof of Frisk's choice. It seemed like I was just ballooning up what was common sense but you had to ask yourself...who really considered these things any time they made a decision in ordinary life? And there was lastly the option to flee. There's no shame in running away; a wise warrior knows choose their battles if they're certain they have at least a chance to win. To put it another way, the Decepticon known as Starscream had always said "Sometimes cowards do survive." Harsh way to put it it but accurate. Self-preservation was just one way Determination manefested itself; but only the Frisks of the [PACIFIST] timelines would choose not to value this over the life of their opponent--kill or be killed was not an option. Well. I've certainly philosophized these four concepts into the ground. I do so not to patronize or rehash what is already know but for the responsible party reading this to reflect upon them and truly know what they entale and how they define Frisk's behavior.

I could delve on more about the mystery of Frisk's character and the various events and actions each instance of the child...but that would probably be another network overload. So...I'll just leave off on the duality of how admirable [PACIFIST] Frisk's capacity to make friends from strangers and enemies was back-to-back with how cringeworthy [GENOCIDE] Frisk was to absolute sociapathy in the face of creatures; many of who were probably more terrified of Frisk than Frisk was of them. Violet keeps telling me this has the mechanics of a great computer game. Huh...I wonder... ...nah, you've got me being way too contemplative, Vi. And even if you're right, someone has probably beaten us to the punch on this. Oh well. Guess you'll have to program something else for one of your video game projects, Princess Violet.

Data Stub 2, continued:

Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

In my previous entries I've explained alternate timelines and graced over alternate dimension/universes. While my research and attempts to continue with the project prove slow and steady, I find myself stumbling upon that which I already know is true. The timelines that I have been assigned to explore are their own self-contained, descrete super universe. And they're constantly incrementing. Possibly multiplying. I have no explaination as to why this is but perhaps it's a clue to the very foundation of existence itself but impossibly accelerated and even more impossibly unrestricted. This universe is, by the Council's conceited opinion, a playground unique only to the assignment in hand. To venture beyond this universe and see the next instance of this "Undertale" would be overstepping my bounds and exercising an unrealistic amount of authority. To blunt, no matter how curious you are, the other Frisks, Charas, Asriels, Floweys, Toriels, Sanses and company of the parallel and alternate timlines of this universe are your bread and butter; the ones of the other universes are encouraged to be disregarded...STRONGLY encouraged.

And despite all my precaution that's not going to be a perfect failsafe to accidently misplace a decimal point and find a dimension where everyone's roles are reversed  or a certain skeleton in question has exceptionally pointy teeth and serious brother issues or yet another where...well at the risk of hitting close to home on my current pet project a certain prince is given a second chance with the gift of soul......and I don't mean the music form. Yeah...I know all about them. I'm guilty of peeking where I'm not supposed to. As a scientist curiosity is indistinguishable from [DETERMINATION]. It's a guilty pleasure hoping and dreaming that maybe when this assignment wraps up...maybe I we can get an invitation to the other side of eternity. But I guess that's where I decide that despite how much the Council should take the stick out on a lot of issues....this was one I begrudgingly had to agree with them on. There was always this gnawing feeling in me that could be equated to....you have your own universe to explore. It's new. It's unique. But it's your project;  likely the other universes were someones' elses. Stay out of the sandboxes that didn't have STC's approval to play in. They'll likely stay out of yours. Is it this attitude which perpetuated the rift between humans and monsters? *sigh* Why must there be an ordinance that in spite of attempting to regulate and limit ignorance only serves to perpetuate it? You probably don't know what I'm talking about. Well. That's just the way the Council likes it.

I guess it was that realization that maybe let me presume the other universes had probably been explored a lot longer than this one had. Others probably had a lot more attachment to them than I had. Maybe they were recognized for what they had found and what they had brought to the table. Of course that would be acknowledging that I wasn't alone in the cosmos with the whole saving the infinity-verse from the things that like to muck with space-time and dimension. Hell, I already knew that; and you probably do as well if you caught my previous entry regarding the Doctors. Getting back on track,  Violet would say these other universes and who dabbled their toes in them or outright deep dove into them could be equated to some kind of legitimate "community" or brotherhood of alternate dimensions worth of timelines. But I guess it was in that fact that it carried the fearful feeling that was akin to..."your universe hasn't been noticed." It's not "legitimate". And of course the anxiety that your universe hasn't earned the right to stand with this expansive frontier of  "omniverse". One at the heart of which lay a Prime Dimension.

We at STC knew this concept well. One of the most famous cases involving a Prime Dimension was the recent "Turtles Forever". Dark. Bleak. Gritty. Yeah...Turtle Prime was several million exa-bytes worth of observation and recording. I really hoped I'd get the chance for another such case like that one. But that was Turtle Prime. This was the project that the Council was starting to recognize under the nickname "Undertale". I digress. My motivations for being scared to intrude upon that which lay outside my jurisdication...

A dark fear and an ironic one;  as an STC researcher who was constantly working with times, places, peoples, and scenarios "crossing over" in nearly limitless extremes.....it was as simple as you were the shy new kid on the block who was afraid to introduce himself to the class. Wow, Arcade. You really ARE an idiot. But oh well. Maybe someday when these records are made public. If the Council authorizes or orders it. Or maybe we'll be the ones who get the invitation rather than extend it. Considering possibilities like this......yeah.....I'm gonna say it. The hope of this coming to pass someday fills me with...DETERMINATION!

(Section-005)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

Data Stub 3: "Alphys"

Dr. Alphys. The successor to Dr. Gaster. Back in Neo Arcadia in both the scientific and the medical profession, during times of failure and mishap one could be quoted saying "Gods, I feel like Abe Zacravitz!" in regard to Dr. "Arnie" Abe Zacravitz; known as the most infamous genetic engineer in recent Kaeleron history; for his thesis to genetically engineer the greatest musical pop star ever known. Given the rammifications of creating a human life and bringing it to term inside the womb of the college's volleyball mascot (A llama named Missy), this was a list of no-no's several miles long. Suffice to say he was stripped of his credentials and his reputation was completely ruined, henceforth becoming so synonymous with total failure that this expression would carry thoughout several years of classes to come. Dr. Alphys no doubt believed she embodied this very level of failure following her work at King Asgore's behest.

Her duties during this request were two-fold. First devise a way to bring the king's dead son, Asriel, back to life. And apply this method to fallen monsters to prevent them from dying. Both cases ended in complete and utter failure. The latter case would yield the Amalamates; chimera born from the primordial remnants of fallen monsters who had melted into puddles after their bodies were unable to withstand the power of extracted Determination. The former case...see my previous entry regarding Flowey/Asriel.

As a scientist, Alphys represents the current generation of scientific mind; the old concepts of "mad scientist" research take a backseat to computer networking and surveilance (sometimes to a distrubing degree), and apps able to be run on cell phones. Of course there's still room left for traditional robotics as seen with the case of Metatton or the application of nanomotors to add a rocket pack function to a cellular phone of all things.......okay maybe it wasn't that far of a backseat. And Alphys has proven that she is adaptable in reviving the old research left by her predecessor, W.D. Gaster. The Determination extraction machine is an obvious tell-tale remnant of Gaster's research. I objectively consider Alphy's methods sound. However if I may be rather blunt she has a terrible record when it comes to bad luck.

As a person...well this is a whole can of worms onto itself. I find myself pondering what Alphys must've been like in her youth. I can only speculate it's fairly universal for all of us in this field. We leave academia bright-eyed, optimistic, and *ahem* determined to change the world in the hopes of making it a better place. Just a brief conversation with her makes it painfully obvious that things didn't work out that way. Alphys' speech is riddled with stammers and stutters as well as hesitations and all the bluster you could fit into a paper bag with the bottom busted out. Yeah...fragile egos are the easiest to sympathize for when they make it just that easy to do so.

Given my previous notes on encounters both observatory and interactive, I've come to the conclusion that if the weight of her burdens could be quantified, it would far exceed the pressure needed to create a diamond from coal. Alphys is a clear case of one who's infinitely harder on herself than anyone else--even her greatest and most bitter enemy--ever could. Which is a sad truth because I'm certain that she is her own worst enemy so this statement is self-perpetuating and self-defeating  at the same time. If one should consider Asgore a case of Sympathy for the Devil, Alphys is a case of Sympathy for an Angel who only thinks she's fallen.

Alphys' core burden is of course secrecy. And the pain that comes with it is the fear of being judged when the secret is exposed. She is powerfully empathetic but her lack of confidence makes her quite awkward and prone to take action that is easily misinterpreted or judged by one less understanding. The text and phone logs of Frisk's cell are a clear indication of her obssessive-compulsive attachment to social media while keeping herself isolated from actual social interaction. With such a low amount of self-esteem, it's a small wonder she considers herself trash. I find myself placing myself in Alphys' lack-of-shoes with my own tendency to worry and self torture over bad incidents. I guess that makes us kind of kindred spirits but not to the same degree. It is unlikely that I'll drown my sorrows in a trash dump or stare longingly into the abyss overlooking the waterfall. It's this behavior I've observed that worried me the most about Alphys.

Beyond what works against her, she's not without her comforts. Whether social networking via cyberspace or falling back on her intense otaku love of anime, she has her ways of keeping herself from teetering over the edge.

If Alphys has anything going for her, it's how much she's truly loved and respected. I suppose no one better encapsulates and embodies this than Undyne. But that's an entry for another time.

I hope to seek out Alphys in one of the better timelines so I may better prepare myself for a future meeting in the time beyond the [PACIFIST] timeline running its course. I figure she and Undyne will probably be together on some beach. I entertained the notion of inviting her to Jang one day faaar down the road when Asriel is ready to return to the home he left behind to see what I've hoped to reacquaint him with...and...what I've tried to protect him from. With Alphy's help I'll have one more shoulder to lean on for my own set of burdens.

On with the logs.

(Section-006)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

Data Stub 4: "The Core":

Where do I even start. How do I even describe it? As far as machines go...this may be the holy grail of technology. It's what Nikola Tesla dreamed of, what he thought would change the world. Infinite energy. The power of limitless suns. No. Actually...this thing is quite the opposite. If this assignment had come sooner in my various STC Agency missions, I would likely have missed a recent assignment that turned up in A.E.O.N.'s scans codenamed "Dimension W". While the setting and story are completely different from our little Undertale, the parallels of finding the ellusive route to powering the world without limits remains.

I'll say it. W.D. Gaster was a genius but he fell into the same trap many of us scientists do; disregarding where the line is. Knowing when it's stop to stop reaching for a star despite how little you care you'll get burned in the process. Science marches on. Curiosity compells and you just have to go deeper. And deeper. And deeper still. And that is how one learns that as you go deeper it gets dark...darker...and yet darker still. I just know I'm channeling Gaster's own words somehow. Oh well.

So what is it? Common sense would say it's some kind of reactor. I'd studied similar technology in a country on the continennt of Fontraille called De Midian. A domain of intriguing beauty that rests under the pall of the De Median Shadow; a phenominon which reanimates the recently departed into the undead. Whatever comes to mind,  let me assure you that Violet's various "Resident Evil" games are not an accurate portayal of the sentient, and perfectly sound mind of most beings revived in the Shadow. Ferals do exist but that is a minority population. But enough about the population. The Shadow. The thing I've noted is that certain forms of traditional electronics and technology do not operate within the confines of the Shadow. This has necessitated the study into Dark Matter technology. The foremost sword in this technology is the Dark Matter Ion Trapping & Recovery Infrostructure mega-proecessor. Using quantum science in reverse it is able to harness the power of the Shadow in order to circumvent its effects on technology. While not entirely dissimilar to the coils of New Tesla Energy, the source energy exists pretty much in the same plannar existence as the three dimensions of spacial existence. However when applied to the Core, I find myself drawing parallels between extracting energy from Dimension W; either from its surface layer or from much deeper below; a method which I may explain further if the Council wishes for me to add the investigation of "illegal coils"--the "Numbers"--to my growing to-do-list.

So what is the darkess that it draws its power from? Gaster attempted to answer just that and he was consumed by his own discovery never to return. Which makes me wonder if in other timelines or dimensions' timelines Gaster was able to hold onto...well...himself. The one I found keeping Asriel company could barely be considered a person anymore. He'd obviously given up on trying to escape. I'm pretty certain other Gasters in time and space would likely still be trying to escape. Some...probably escape at any cost. The thought of how ruthless the extreme version overwhelmed even my low regard for Chara. What would a corrupted Gaster attempt to gain his freedom? How aware of the outside universe was he? Did he drift in an out of...instances when none of us were looking? How fundamentally changed could he have become.

And could Asriel have shared the same fate if I had not been there? So in asking the question...I come up with nothing. Maybe that's it. Nothingness.

Whatever its dark nature, the Core extracts seemingly limitless energy and is able to convert it into various energy forms; most notably electricity and heat. Hotland lives up to its name and the presence of so much lava makes me wonder why such an aparatus needs to be installed in the heart of such a thermal hot spot? With further research I could probably discern the mechanics behind it and how they factor into the self-sustaining reactions that make it possible to keep the Underground powered forever.

Despite how much I've said, I really haven't said anything. What is there to say? That it might be a potential wellspring of discovery and scientific progress if we attepted to duplicate W.D. Gaster's Core? That it might also be a disaster waiting to happen. I'd seen what happened with similar dark matter technology gone wrong. I'd seen what illegal coils did when then went supercritical. Pillars of towering green light piercing the city. Poor souls sucked in, twisted, and merged and put into permanent stasis of life and death from reality being exposed to a similar effect as Cassanova Frankenstein's "Psycho-Fractilizer". (Poor Captain Amazing.  Rest in peace you egocentric bastard.)

Personally...I think I should just leave it alone for now. A good scientist should know not to play with fire....or pure darkness.

I think I'll end things here.

(Section-007)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

Data Stub 5: "Universes/Dimensions and Stable/Unstable Timelines":

By now anyone familiar with my work knows the standardized model of time, space and dimension. 3 planar axis representing height, width, and depth; that is space. Anything and everything exists within it at a giving instance on a timeline. In the case of dimension, several instances of the same matter may occupy the same space but not in the same planar reality, hence the Axis of Reality model used in Dimensional Axis technology.

I've used many analogies over there years to describe dimensionality as it applies to other worlds. They are as vast and varied stars in the sky and unique on a case-by-case basis. Applying to the "Undertale" ongoing case, here's my best visualization for the sake of providing substance to an otherwise abstract concept. Think of the particular Undertale universe that the S.T.C. Agency has assigned me to as crystal cube that is constantly increasing its size and volume to accomodate constantly increasing numbers of Timelines. Picture the timelines as straws on the head of a broom--each starting at a common point of origin and extending outward, parallel to one another. The point of origins represent the cutoff where it is possible to enter the Timeline; generally accepted as the moment of Frisk's arrival. These are the stable Timelines.

If we were to modify this visual model, [GENOCIDE] timelines break off from where they are bound to the invisible broom head and normally remain within close proximity of the rest of the bundle. At the end of these timelines, imagine a strand of spider silk linking back to the binding where another Timeline begins; this represents the power of [RESET] which Frisk has used in multiple instances to re-live the experiences over and over. Normally RESET accessed timelines return all parameters back to the zero point, however certain variables have proven to retain memory and experience despite this. Most noteably Sans and Flowey. Others seem to experience degrees of "familiarity" as well with no real explaination to it other than a passing feeling of deja vu.

The case of Unstable Timelines however is an anomaly which does not conform to the crystal cube model. In this case a better way to describe it is to retain the straw visualzation but consider the points of origin as such--each beginning of each straw is represented as a short section of red paint coating. This red part is the non-accessible part of the Timeline. That is the "backstory" parts. Whether the ancient war between the human and monster races, the creation of the Seven Souls Barrier, Chara's arrival in the Underground, her life experiences with the Dreemurr family, and every tragic event leading up to Frisk's arrival; these parts of the Timeline are normally "forbidden" territory that no manner of STC Agency technology can circumvent. However in the case of Unstable Timelines such as the one that yielded our young monster prince survivor, this red coating is flawed--maybe parts of the section are left exposed and uncoated. Maybe the coating is missing entirely. Maybe there are mere cracks in it that form loopholes. Whatever the case, this is the epicenter of my research when not documenting stable timelines for A.E.O.N.'s historical control group records. They are incredibly rare. There's no discernable pattern to how, why, and when they come into existence. These Unstable Timelines yield much research at much greater risk. To be caught in an Unstable Timeline as it collapses upon itself is to meet erasure from existence which not even an agent of STC can survive. But the chance to finally document how it all played out is an opportunity that STC cannot pass up.

Returning to the matter of dimensions as applied to the Undertale case, our universe is just one crystal cube in an infinite number of cubes all throughout the Axis of Reality. At the risk of going beyond the parameters of what I'm currently assigned I can't help but describe my anxieties taking in this knowledge. I find myself visiting the Timelines of my assignment and stare out from the inside of this cube, wondering if someone else is in one of the adjacent cubes staring back while researching their own experiences with very different Undertale cases. While encouraged to disregard these for the Council's own reasons, I find myself documenting what kind of alternate universes exist out there that are much different than our own. A universe of "swaps" for example. A much darker universe where Frisk "fell". A universe which life and death take all-too-familiar forms. A curious universe where the fourth wall is so thin that its people are constantly interacting with the "askers". And of course a personal favorite...that one universe that I turn to that I would call a "brother" to my own efforts to save what the universe chose to sacrifice for the greater good.

In conclusion I have a lot to ponder as I continue this ongoing assignment. But alas, not all of what I discover may be permitted in my reports to the Council. As much as I yearn to go beyond the parameters of what I am investigating I really don't have a choice in the matter. Still...it's a guilty pleasure to peek outside the box. Just call me a hopeless romatic. Some day maybe this universe will be noticed in the sea of universes out there and the research can grow and be shared. Until that time I remain STC's faithful watchdog. Still confined to one sandbox.

(Section-008)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

Just some random thoughts...reflections. Aspirations.

Up to this point I'd never really considered the concept of Dimensional identity when applied to the universe I was assigned to. For simplicity's sake, the abbreviation "AU" seemed appropriate when indexing them in the Dimensional Axis Rig System. I figured it would be an inordinate amount of time before I'd be even remotely authorized to open the locks on the gates I'd found. But that wasn't much of a deterrant to peek out the window...considering a crystal cube metaphor implies that your universe is nothing but window on its outer limits. Somewhere amongst this sea of AU's was a Prime or Core dimension that intersected the vertex of the Axis of Reality. That too was not on my itinerary. Even less so than the AU's.

Given all this rambling, I guess the point I could possibly make is...how should I refer to my own little AU sandbox? Between the "swap", the "fell", the "reborn", the "error", the "outer", the "askers",  and the countless other cubes out there...what were we? Asmyth had already coined the term "Omniverse" from realizing his ultimate vision in his Omnitrix. Galvans really need to get off their high horses. I could name it after my old team; "Ultraverse" wasn't that derivative...was it? I wasn't about to stroke the Council's ego and call it something like STC-Universe. That'd be stupid and I sure don't owe those blowhards for usurping the operation I founded and built with my mentors' legacies and my own two hands. One might find it a fitting task to name it after the galaxy-wide A.E.O.N.---The peak of our universe's progress; a single colony of its central processing collective encompassed an entire solar system and the number of colonies in total might as well be infinity. That which gave us a mind's eye into every timeline that ever or would exist within the scope of its omni-awareness. And yet it was still just a computer that required us to update and scan its database for errors. And then repair the damage if the council so authorized. Maybe...maybe I should just wait until I had better inspiration. For some reason it reminded me of something the Nibblonians had offhandedly told me about big alien brains. I only had one thing to say in regard to that: Scooty-Puff Junior really did suck. The Doombringer was the way to go. Damn. Went off on yet another tangent. I really gotta do something about my absentmindedness. I wonder if Dr. Paradox had this problem when he wasn't busy confounding the Omnitrix-bearer. Ahem. I digress.

Putting that aside, I had reflect on where I'd come from discovering the unstable timeline that yielded a single survivor. I came to a timeline that was basically a timebomb. It's "data" and "code" were dangerously buggy to the point that events normally set in stone had liquified. I only came to observe but I again found myself listening to my heart and getting involved in a family's affairs. I was very curious to know how this timeline would be unique.

Other unstable timelines were too corrupted to have any semblance to a normal reality. The ones that were just a sea of blackness, glitches and...*ugh*...characters reduced to floating voxels were often disregarded. The ones that yielded event progression were the ones that the Council insist I focus on. Previous unstable timelines had included one where it was Asgore who absorbed Chara's soul by accident and caused a much different timeline progression. (I doubt the Council will let me declassify that one any time soon.)  In another it was Toriel  (Ditto this one, too). In another Chara was dead before she even got to Mount Ebott. That one wasn't even worth the Council's passing glance. Going back to Asriel's fall out of reality, the singularity had sealed up before Asgore and Toriel had entered and I had just exited. Following Azzy that way wouldn't have been an option, anyway even if I had decided to pull the card. Now that Asriel is off of Madam Fate's chessboard, I was free to ponder other possibilities. One scenario I'd come up with was this:

Chara is caught up in the envy of sibling rivalry; the feeling of being outcast in a family of monsters encourages her to compete with her brother, Asriel. She decides to show him up by making the cake on her own without his help, hoping to impress Asgore. Again she adds the infernal buttercups. All seems to be in order when something unexpected happens...yeah. That tends to happen a lot when scenarios play out for real.

Asriel comes home and finds the cake while Chara has probably stepped out to clean up and make preparations to show up her brother. Asriel mistakes it for an afterschool snack that Toriel has made. He gets a slice for himself and leaves one out for Chara. Too tempted to wait for his simbling, he doesn't see the harm in eating his first. Then fate deals its final card. Asriel falls sick and dies. The full gravity of this deed is more than Chara can bear. Inevitable hard times occur with the surviving Dreemurr family attempting to move on. Unable to cope with her horrible mistake, Chara runs away from her new home. With enough determination she leaves the barrier and retreats back to the world she left behind, leaving a heartbroken Asgore and Toriel to whatever fate they may. Time passes, Chara lives in isolation, shunning both the human and monster race until she passes on, losing the will to live. Talk about your ultimate bad ending.

A morbid sequence of events but not entirely implausible. If such an unstable timeline DID come into existence it would probably be the best shot at recovering Chara. Though I am much less confident in nursing her psyche back to a degree of sane. Anyway...it's just a scenario I envision that I'd task A.E.O.N. to run simulations of through Command's programming backdoor. And it all banks on casting Chara in a rare sympathetic light. The encounter with Toriel did at least prove Chara felt something for him. Though whether it was love or a greedy lust...*shudder*...that was something I couldn't speculate.

Finally to the matter of hand. A great weight had been lifted from Asriel's shoulders in the garden that day. I knew that this wasn't the end of dark times and touchy-feely incidents. I did want to see him grow. I did want to see him learn. I did want to see him have a better life. Anything was better than being left to perish with the malfunctioning timeline I found him in. Anything was better than letting him stay in his perpetual bad time. The groundwork was laid out. The foundation was nearly in place. I didn't want to call it Chapter 2 but what else could I say about what lay ahead.

(Section-009)
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

Data-Stub 6: "Foooooood!"

At the risk of sounding like King Hippo of Punch-Out...yeah. You know what this entry concerns. I'll make it brief but I felt inclined to add a whimsical entry to my list of laboratory notes especially after some of the more stoic moments I've been having. Let's face it. Nightmares that switch faster than the channels on TV leave plenty of open space for happy thoughts once you've woken up. I'm pretty sure I'll leave a lot of entries out as I've had yet to try everything. So...let's get to some notes on prime eats.

Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie: If you didn't expect to see this on the entry, then I'm gravely disappointed in you. No stop to the ruins is completely without goat mom's specialty. While I haven't had a chance to sample the snail pie (annnnnd I don't have any immediate or future plans to, no offense, Tori) I find myself reeeeeally tempted to visit other Timeline instances of the Ruins just to *ahem*...be invited in to warm up and enjoy this treat. I know. I'm terrible...but it's sooooo good! Tasty, flakey, golden crst. The warmth of melty, flowing butterscotch that just dances on your tastebuds. And all spiced with just the right mixture of cinnamon and sugar. It may be morbid to quote Asriel in my dream...but it really is to die for. I've had the chance to sample a wide variety of Hestia's pies back home and no where on the menu is there something as unique as butterscotch-cinnamon. I swear I'm going to peak in on the recipe and bring it to Mitzi and Hestia and see if they can duplicate it. Even for a six foot werewolf the size of the pies she makes is intimidating. I can only imagine how huge it must look to Frisk.

Nice Cream: Probably not the first thing you'd expect to be sold in a place like Snowdin. Common sense is that when you're in an environment that's freezing outside, you don't want to eat something equally cold. Well...that's not how it works with monster food. While it probably won't be mentioned by its vendor, it does actually come in a variety of flavors. I wonder if this is something unique to our little Ultraverse or if other Undertale dimension cubes out there have variety to them? I of course go for the chocolate ones. Nice cream isn't necessarily an oddity...more like it's a wonder. You wonder why it doesn't melt when you bring it to a place like Hotland. You wonder just how something so smooth and sweet can meet all the standards of even the most strictest of diet conscious or allergy-sensitive. Calorie-free, nothing artificial, no lactose. There's a whole checklist of things you won't find here. What you will find is a delicious treat that can't be beat. Eating one really does leave you feeling...nice.

Grillby's Burger and Fries: If I wore a hat I'd tip it to Grillby. I don't know if it's ironic or fitting that a being made of fire can grill up the most perfectly cooked 1/2 lb of beef between two buns that I've ever had. Getting one is never a problem. Getting one without Sans dropping by with Frisk is the trick; just my presence alone could affect the progression of events and I'd prefer to mess up as few Timelines as I can for the sake of STC research. But enough about that. Burgers around here are thick and juicy and of course infinitely healthier than anything you'll find off world. Jon would probably eat here for the rest of his life if Elektra would let him.

As for the fries, they're just as flavorful and crisp. Not as greasy as Papyrus would have you believe. Though I still wouldn't recommend doing paperwork while eating them. Just be sure Grillby's has an extra bottle of ketchup around. If Sans has already been around, you probably won't get any.

Cinnamon Bunny: It's exactly what it sounds like. A cinnamon roll in the shape of a rabbit. For those times you can't take a slice of Toriel's pie with you, half of the equation is better than a big fat null set. On the fly I can see why Frisk would scarf one of these down. Sweet with that bit of spice. And very suprisingly it's never a sticky mess like cinnamon buns in other corners of the universe.

Bi-sicle/Uni-sicle: It's a double-popsicle from what I can gather in the shape of a bicycle. Very fruity, very juicy. And it comes it two servings. Doesn't melt, doesn't get sticky, and doesn't take up much space.

Temmie Flakes:  I'm not entirely sure what to make of them. Are the breakfast cereal? Are they some kind of candy? Are they something completely different? Whatever they are...they're RIDICULOUSLY sweet. Not that I of all people am complaining, mind you. To a kid they're probably the next best thing to candy. To anyone else...they might be a bit...intense. I'll have to bring some to Hestia for professional analysis.

Hot Dogs: Sans sells not far from the watercooler in Hotland. They're much better than the by-product-laden things I usually find at baseball stadiums. They're delicious to eat and even more fun to stack on your head! I find myself ordering a couple with heavy doses of mustard. Now if I could just get Violet to stop telling people that they're made of lips and a**holes... If she doesn't cut it out she's spending a day in the woods with Jody, the bald-headed bear of Claire County.

Metatton Face-Steak: There are people back home that say they never eat anything with a face. Usually vegetarians. Violet would probably consider this the ultimate way to dunk on them just to be obnoxious. That alone earns her a preemtive thwapping for potentially being insensitve. But nevertheless, if you look past the fact that it smacks you in the face with Brand Name Recognition it's one damn good steak. And oddly convinient to carry around with you, unlike steaks from outside of this world. If I had to guess it's some kind of hybrid between filet mignon and sirloin. Possibly New York Strip. Really hard to nail down. Not an ounce of fat or grissle and completely boneless. And the hint of a marinade that puts Jonathan's to shame. But the likeness of Metatton is (oh god) ...unmi-steak-able. *snrk*

Legendary Hero (Gyro?) Sandwich: What Jon wouldn't give just for one bite of this. I want to say this is the complete polar opposite of the infamous Brood-wich described by one Frylock of South Jersey. Everything about this sandwich is  just pure heaven. It's so amazing that I can't even describe what it's made of...what its ingredients are.......it's just really...really.....umm...I'll....I'll be right back. I gotta...do a...thing... *picks up a large sum of gold*

(Section-010):
Data-Stub 7:  "Souls":

* sigh*  I don't want to delve into this. But it's a necessary evil for my research. The Council will pry it out of me sooner or later.

I will spare you the philosophical, the theological, the metaphysical, and the general religious aspects of this subject matter. I will state on the record that this was  in fact my worst subject areas during my time of academia and leave it at that.

Soul. The very essence of the core of your being. The summation of who you are. It's not merely memories or feelings. It's what allows something to even be alive. Truly alive. From what I was told by a certain saw-toothed student of the Death Weapon Meister Academy, the texture is amazing going down......I really had to get less morbid things to relate to than what Soul Eater had to say.

Between the two races, humans have the obviously superior type. In the UTPR world, they are powered by enough Determination to remain existing outside of their mortal coil. Only humans of this world can manefest their soul outside their bodies for temporary periods of time--usually during battle. A human soul in this case seems to manefest as a someone solidified mass of heart shaped energy. Usually red in color. Most of the time unbound by the laws of gravity, capable of moving omnidirectionally. I have noticed however they seem to exist in a total of seven possible, having peeked into the roof of coffins in Asgore's castle. In battle souls seem to be the proverbial bullseye to land both normal and special attacks. I've noticed monsters often have the power to change the color of human souls to cause different effects. The so-called "Blue Attack" seems to bind a soul to the force of gravity, limiting its mobility. The "Green Attack" anchors a soul to the battlefield but also provides the ability to shield against attack from any one diretion at a given point in time. I've noticed a "Yellow Attack" which seems to give a soul the ability to release its energy as projectile attacks akin to lasers.

Monster souls seem to appear briefly before their destruction. White in color and oriented upside-down. A monster soul once left its body immediately breaks in half and the pieces shatter into nothingness. The body immediately turns to dust afterward. It's both ironic and tragic that something this frail dwells in a body that can seem to withstand a lot more than a human body can...and yet still be no less vulnerable to attack. And yet I wonder if it's a monster's soul that grants them such incredible levels of magic or if that's a property of the body itself? Or both?

I then considered what must happen when a monster soul absorbs a human soul. From what I had speculated in my nightmare, it must be akin to an outer layer around the monster soul. LIke an outline. While I'm sure my dream was probably inaccurate at some detail, I couldn't help but envision a white heart with a red outline. With that model in mind, I also pondered if it was possible for a soul to be divided into parts or pieces safely without the whole mass shattering. A partial soul? I wondered if such a thing would be enough to maintain a monster body. But upon considering these alternative answers to my own "don't let a monster die in the first place", I felt as though I was channeling something outside of our own UA. Which would then prompt me to remember the Council's decree about staying out of other sandboxes. I just knew they'd attack me verbally for unauthorized research. I'm sure they'd warn me that curiosity killed the Temmie. I need to scoff and shudder now.

Speaking of magic and attacks...if I may go on a tangent, I've noticed quite a variety of different type and element. Both Asgore and Toriel seem to command fire attacks. Though Asgore relies a lot on his trident spear. Both of the skeleton brothers seem to command a power I don't quite understand. Generally they rely on projectile attacks composed of bones. The dreaded Gaster Blaster, however... I shudder at the fact they possess the power of miniatured particle cannon lasers. And of course there's Undyne with her water-property spears. Metatton as far as I can tell relies on explosives, electric attacks, and a barrage of kicks. Muffet...well...muffet uses spiderwebs and spiders. Small suprise. And lastly...Asriel. Taking on a form that he described as the Absolute God of Hyperdeath, I can only describe the nature of his attacks as..."cosmic". It's as though he rips the stars from beyond time and space and hurls them. And then there's the Chaos Buster...I can only describe it as a mashup of particle cannon and the syringe that Alphys must've injected determination into Flowey with. I can only guess it uses Soul Energy itself as a base. And then the Chaos Blades...and the lightning. And I'm still certain that there are attacks I'm not listing. Was this the all-powerfu god you wanted to unleash on humanity, Chara?

I suppose with proper modification to the P.K.E. Meter and Giga Meter, it might actually be possible to scan and analyze the souls of the living; human and monster. For what purpose, I don't quite know yet. Perhaps as a deterrent should I encounter Chara again. I'd prefer to be better prepared in case of another demonic possession. ANd there were plenty of monsters powerful enough to do Chara's bidding. The thought of her manipulating Sans at his top capacity truly scared me. I know what you're thinking. Lazy Bones couldn't possibly be that much of a threat with only 1HP, right? If you are making this assumption you don't know Sans...or what he's capable of. And no one should ever have to experience the full force of someone who can't afford to not care anymore. Believe me, "Smiley Trashbag" was the last guy you'd ever want to jack with.

I guess there's not much more I can add regarding this subject matter.

(Section-011):
Personal Log: Date encrypted. Time encrypted. Coordinates encypted.

Data Stub 8:   "The Strange Quantum Mechanics of the Space-Time Continuum, from the Grid to VideoLand to the Pixels case to the UltraVerse Undertale AU":

Wow, that was a mouthful, wasn't it?

I have had no shortage of worlds I've studied with strange digital quasi-physics. When visiting Ultra Crew Institute's past, in a point before my time, the N-Division was founded in order to facilitate the Prophecy of VideoLand--the coming of their Game Master. This universe was certainly not without its "video game logic" and quantum mechanical quirks that are still under study to this day. It was here where our research begot "warp zones", and "power ups" and unique bends and breaks of the laws of traditional physics. And perhaps even more perplexing was the manner in which slain enemies would not leave corpses but would dissolve in a digitally collapsing implosion of scrambled 8-bit graphics be it from a Zapper laser blast, an angel arrow, the compressed solar power of a Mega Buster charge, the crack of the whip known as Vampire Killer, or a Super Missile.

These phenomenons have evolved over the years as efforts continued in not just VideoLand but other universes as well. Even before the founding of the N-Division,  The Arcade Family has recorded instances of other digital plane universes. The curious tale of one Kevin Flynn, for example began the Genesys of Professor Arcade's continued pin-terest in the digital frontier known as "The Grid". This plane in the depths of cyberspace might be considered the predecessor to the Vorostovian Image Transfer System we now codename Project Kabuki Quantum Fighter. To digitize physical matter...no, not just physical matter--life itself--and bring it to this electronic world with what is now primative equipment is truly history-changing. It was this phenominon that allowed us to study the makeup of Light Discs, Light Cycles, Recognizers, and Solar Sailers. With a natural progression of time and research, we were able to produce the holo-lythic technology in the physical world of today. These kinds of phenomenons have blurred the lines of what is science fiction and what stays on the computer screen.

Before the founding of the N-Division, UCIAT was heavily involved with anti-terrorism efforts. These included but were not exclusive to joint efforts between the Knight Foundation, the Phoenix Foundation, and closer to home with our own "2P" collaboration with the now-disbanded "Pole Position" operation. Our connections to our old stomping grounds have since disappeared like dust in the wind but we remain the beneficiaries of their databases, research, and of course the prototype vehicles, RDI-001, "Roadie", and WLS-002, "Wheels". It's thanks to these times that we were able to lay the groundwork for Virtual Intelligence (V.I.) and Artificial Intelligence (A.I.) research that would go hand-in-hand with the quantum mechanical phenomenon we would pursue.

Even closer to modern times we've had correspondence with different quantum mechnical phenominon in various other cases. For example the collaboration with one Franz Hopper and by extension the young Jeremy Belpois youth proved to be fertile ground for Violet's research. Much of the LYOKO project and related sciences are now her responsibility as she has since built her own Supercalculator and offline network of LYOKO Replikants. In another incident we've been called in to assist with the online universe known as The World. The tale of Kite during the R:1 incident and Haseo from the R:2 incident is more than a little food for thought. Violet would say it's easily two banquet spreads. And finally the cases of what we now codename S.A.O. We remain in contact with both of its key members under the gamer ID's, "Kirito" and "Asuna.

As time passes, there continues to be no shortage of strange and fascinating incidents. One of the Terran worlds, recently, has documented a truly bizzare case of "video games" invading. Currently codenamed the "Pixels" incident, it was reported an alien race sent forth "living voxel comprised" sprites that took on familiar forms of old 2P and N-Division era cases. While the incident was resolved and peaceful negotiations have long since ended, President Cooper, Mr. Brenner, Mr. Lamonsoff, Mr. Plant, and Lieutenant-Colonel Van Patten remain unavailable for comment. It's just as well. This incident was largely ignored by the Council and I was encourged to bury it where it lay.

Which finally brings us to the UltraVerse Undertale AU. I have personally observed many quirks and marvelous phenomenon a plenty. From the very beginning with the Chronomorphic Firewall, as we call it, that makes observing events prior to Frisk's arrival in the Ruins to the True Reset that even negates a True Happy Ending I've encountered both the miraculous and the tragic. And everything in between.

Save Points. THose glistening four-pointed yellow star "glints" that appear at regular intervals along the path of the Underground. Every attempt at analysis makes me feel like I'm way out of my league. I've noticed that I'm quite incompatable with them, but I don't need to save my "data".

That mysterious vanishing that monsters do when spared is also of note. Monsters wisp away, similar to Bunnie's own ninja technique when spared. I still have yet to figure out where it is they retreat to or how. Perhaps it is a form of teleportation or cloaking?

And of course there's the H.U.D. Interface that humans seem to be able to access. Much like the mechanics of RPG's they serve similar functions as I have previously explained. With some luck and with Asriel's cooperation, Dr. Lynx and Violet may be able to unlock its secrets. This may lead to a new evolution of our current hololythic technology if this pans out over time. Asriel has not since summoned the incomplete interface since the incident and I have doubts that he'd be able to do so consciously at this point. For that matter, here in Miranda it seems like it serves very little purpose. Sparing doesn't quite work on our world so the effect is cosmetic or superficial at most. But this is speculative without knowing how much of the "code" he has somehow absorbed. I still haven't come up with any theories on when or how this even happened. His eyes still haven't changed back to their normal reddish color but off the record I think he actually likes the new green color.

Another bit of solace I have is that the other two interfaces should prove to be a nice helping aid for Asriel. Most of us in UCIAT rely on E.N.G.I.N.E. microdots for storage. Sally's own C.H.R.O.N.U.S. bracer uses Matter-Wave technology to convert matter to wave data and vice-versa for easy indexing. Bunnie uses her clan's ancient "anime subspace pocket" technique--similar to the scientist, Washuu in many retrospects. And even my own little sister, Gadget, was given a magical backpack of holding from the Mage Academy. Having his own inventory system is just one less thing for me to worry about.

I haven't figured out how the ACT system will work in his favor or if it'll work against him at this point. It'll require further study and Asriel's own life experiences to figure that much out. But who knows. Maybe as an up-coming boy adventurer (Sorry, Rusty Venture.  There's a new kid on the block coming.  *snicker*)

I guess there's not much else to say so I'll leave off here.

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