"No, Dad, it's just called the Magic Kingdom," Frisk was explaining. They and their brother had changed clothes ('Blame my brother!' 'Blame my sister!') to handle the pizza, which was thick, coated with toppings, dripping with sauce, and devoured within minutes. They were all sitting on the floor together, the television tuned to The Weather Channel; the dining room table was simply too cramped with everyone there. "It's all illusions and fake stuff. They don't actually have any magic there."

"Or they didn't," Asgore said. "Be... well, careful when you SAVE, if nothing else. It might be a great deal more dangerous than it appears." Frisk was about to ask what he was worried about when Asriel told them that someone was coming.

Jenkins was standing behind a stranger in an elevator again, only this time he didn't look like he was bringing bad news and the stranger, a balding, short man in his mid-fifties, looked like someone who wasn't out to do something nasty to them. "Good afternoon," he introduced himself. "My name is Lawrence Honk, and I am a private jet pilot." Jenkins nodded, having checked the man's credentials. "The Walt Disney Corporation has placed me under contract to fly Frisk Dreemurr and company to Walt Disney World. I dearly hope that you accept. This is being provided for free by the company; there is no charge to you." Lawrence couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, but then again he wouldn't have believed who- or what- he was speaking the words to, just like he barely believed that an airplane-monster had come dangerously close to his own craft before looking embarrassed and flying away. What he did absolutely believe was that the contract was legitimate and that he really would be paid that much (plus expenses, as if expenses even mattered next to that much) to do this.

"I wanna go!" Kid piped up.

"Alphys?" Undyne asked.

"Well, I've never been a fan of.. erm... Western animation, but I suppose I can come for a look-see."

Undyne grinned her trademark grin. "Don't worry," she told the Dreemurr parents. "They'll be in good hands. C'mon, let's get to packing." Frisk chose to leave their dress behind, as it wasn't something for running around an amusement park in, and, with Asriel, packed T-shirts, shorts, socks, and a pair of sandals they didn't think they'd ever wear.

"What if you have to dress warmly?" Toriel asked, with a stern expression.

"Hasn't Florida come up yet?" Frisk asked in reply, pointing to the television. "There it is now! See? High, seventy-five. Seventy-two. Seventy. Another seventy-five. And we're going to be running around. I'll be fine, Mom. Really. I won't freeze. I promise." She relented. "Papyrus? Sans?" Frisk asked as they were about to leave.

"CAN'T, GOT LAWYER STUFF TO DO." A new client had asked him for representation in a civil fraud suit and he had considered defrauding his client.

"mebbe some other time."

"Just you five? Okay. Not to pry, but how much do you all weigh?" Lawrence asked.

"I don't know for myself, but..." Frisk motioned at Kid. "See that thing he's wearing? That thing weighs maybe fifty pounds, and all the rest of them put together might weigh about that much."

"Seriously?" Frisk nodded. "I wish all my clients were like you. We're good to go, then." He called up the resort to tell them who was coming.

"I still think you should have some of my people with you," Jenkins said. He'd been even warier than usual recently. His boss had started acting different, somehow, although it was hard to put his finger on.

"Jenkins. We will be fine. Nobody's getting assassinated at Disney World." And they still weren't going to tell him that a successful assassination or even most failed ones simply wouldn't stick.

"I still don't know why I had to go up the stairs, just to take an elevator down..." Alphys was whinging, dragging along a backpack that she wished was heavier.

"Oh, stop crying," Undyne told her, as they got in together and Frisk and Asriel hugged their parents goodbye.

"You wouldn't even let me pack my favorite episodes! Or their player! Or my favorite costumes!"

"That's because we're going outside for most of the day. You know? Outside? The place we've been trying to get to instead of sitting inside and watching anime like a loser? So we'll be sitting outside! And watching Western animation! Like total losers!"

"No, Alphys, that's not what happens there. Or it shouldn't be," Frisk explained. "It's a theme park. We'll go on scary rides and do cool stuff. Hopefully there won't be long lines."

Lawrence chuckled. "From what they're telling me, I don't think that'll be a problem. They must really like you. VIP treatment, start to finish. They're even paying me to sit around to wait for you to come back, so, I'm on vacation too."

"Doesn't surprise me," Frisk replied. "I mean, I went on national television basically being a real princess" Undyne stifled a giggle. "and monsters are actual magic. Their whole business is pretending with princesses," Another giggle stifled. "fantasy, magic, and dreams, so of course they want us there." Asriel gave a sideways glance, looking concerned about something. "It's like the toys and the books. Come to Disney World, the place where actual princesses" Undyne failed to stifle the giggle this time. "with actual magic friends go. Undyne! This is your princess!" Undyne almost lost it. "Stop laughing every time someone says the word 'princess'!" She successfully held back laughter, and Frisk and Asriel looked at each other, smiling.

The pilot was also a good driver, and he took them to a private airfield, dispelling Frisk's worries about what would happen if the TSA realized that Undyne didn't actually need to carry spears to have spears. The jet was somewhat small, but no one complained, given their destination. Lawrence gave them the rundown about why not to move around too much in there, but since the monsters were supernaturally light and Frisk was a kid, he wasn't too concerned about weight shifts, and he pointed the plane straight to WDW's own private airstrip, a journey of a few hours.

"Hey, Undyne," Asriel said, looking out the window next to her, watching the scenery gradually change.

"What is it?"

"Princess." Clenching her fists, she forcefully closed her mouth.

The plane ride was boring, as plane rides are, but after that trial, 'boring' was exactly what Frisk and Asriel needed, and the jet landed sooner than they expected.

"Well, folks, pleasure to get to know you. I'm handing you off to this guy," Lawrence said, leading them out. "Y'all take care now." He got back into his plane to park it.

"My name is Rudolf," Frisk could tell by something in his voice that it was, in fact, his actual name, and he was very sick of being asked if it was. Fortunately, none of the monsters saw it as important. He led them into his car. "Guests, I am pleased to serve as your tour guide. We have reserved a place for you in the Magic Kingdom's Dream Suite." None of them knew what that was. "It was originally supposed to be Walt Disney's residence, but he never had the chance to live there. Instead, it was made to his specifications for some years, but we made some changes on your behalf."

"Someone trashed the place," Undyne said.

"I won't say what precipitated the change," he replied in unsaid admission, "but our policy is now to make alterations on behalf of every Guest."

"By the way, you don't need to be all stiff and.. saccharine with us," Frisk said. "This is Disney World, not North Korea." Even sitting in the back seat, Frisk saw the brief flash across his face that meant What's the difference? Of course the place was tightly controlled. "Hey, didn't you say you were taking us to a hotel?"

"This is a hotel with only one room in it." Frisk got a megadose of paranoia and kept their metaphysical finger on the LOAD button. Rudolf led them into an oversized golf cart and drove them to the center of the Magic Kingdom. "Welcome, Princess Frisk," (Undyne almost chuckled) "Prince Asriel, and friends, to Cinderella's Castle." Frisk had seen pictures of it, of course, but they never knew anything was in there. I'm sleeping in the actual Disney Castle?! They were. The sheer concept brought extreme, unfathomable joy to their heart, and they felt silly for feeling it; they had much more important things to feel happy for, didn't they? Their inseparable prince brother, their friends, their power to reverse time at will.

But holy crap, their own room inside the Disney Castle.

"Dinner is served here," Rudolf said, gesturing to the kitchens, "or can be brought up to your room. I urge you to get plenty of sleep and set your alarm for before six o'clock. The 'magic hour' begins at seven, but..." His eyes glinted a bit. "Tomorrow, we'll start things up at six." He bowed and walked away.

Frisk got it at once, barely able to comprehend it. "Az! Do you know what this means? We have Disney World all to ourselves for a whole hour!" Or, if they really, really wanted, indefinitely more hours than that until Sans called to tell them to cut it out.

"Why is that good?" Asriel asked as the group got into the elevator. "Is there something we can do when nobody's here?"

"Is there something- are you kidding me?! Do you have any idea how crowded this place can get? It's Disney World. All to ourselves."

"You're being pretty greedy," Asriel pointed out. The door opened and Frisk made a beeline for the room they most wanted at the moment. I'm peeing in the actual Disney Castle. Loud, boisterous laughter from the monsters disrupted their flow for a bit.

"What's so funny, guys?" Frisk asked, following the laughter past one large, quaintly decorated bedroom, past a child's blue bedroom with bunk beds, to a bright pink room. "Are you kidding me?!" It wasn't just the bright pink walls with the princess pictures all over them. It wasn't just the pink canopied bed, with the matching pink themed sheets. No, what really took the cake here was the series of costume dresses in the closet, all of which were apparently Frisk's approximate size. "Why would they think that I'd want this?!"

Asriel's ears wobbled as he laughed. "Gee, Princess Frisk, I don't know! What ever could you have done to give them that idea?"

"Yeah, but- but that was tasteful!" The pink was beginning to hurt their eyeballs.

"I think it suits you perfectly!" Undyne shouted, completely losing her composure. "Enjoy, Princess Frisk!"

Frisk turned to her with the smuggest of expressions and said it before Alphys could. "Actually, Undyne, we take off our bracelets to charge them at night, which means we have to be sleeping in the same bed." The look on Undyne's face froze, and her unpatched eye began to twitch. "So, unless you're suggesting that he should also be sleeping in here..."

"Sweet dreams," Asriel said, not wanting to be in that room anymore, and the kids left Undyne and Alphys alone, Frisk slowly, silently closing the door.

A bit later, after enjoying a small steak dinner, with Undyne sleeping in the bunk above Kid, Alphys pulled the pink coverlets over her head and went to sleep to the gentle, fading sound of Disney music.

Frisk, of course, had a lot of trouble going to sleep, but Asriel's head using them as a pillow was always nice. They had been silly. Happiness wasn't sleeping in a particular room in a particular place, no matter where that place was. Happiness, as always, was cuddling a warm, fuzzy goat.

But they'd been far too excited to dream and when the alarm went off at 5:50 they moved like lightning. Bracelets on, headband on, T-shirt and shorts still on where they'd left them. "Outta bed, Azzy!"

"mrf."

"Do I have to carry you? Because I will." Frisk unplugged Asriel's bracelets from the charger and snapped them on their brother's wrists one at a time. He'd fallen asleep in his clothes, too. Oh yeah, Disney-branded sunblock and the swimming trunks they'd brought, and Azzy's swimming trunks, and it took everything to get him to put them on, after which he fell right back down. "Okay, carrying it is. Let's go." Frisk kind of wanted to put him on their shoulders, but doubted he'd stay up, so they simply carried him to the elevator with arms under back and knees. "You ready?" Kid asked, just as alert as Frisk.

"Finally, someone else with common sense," Frisk said as they went down together. They checked their phone for a map, answering the burning question: Where was Space Mountain? Tomorrowland, of course, with the rest of the space-themed attractions. They were halfway there before they realized they hadn't done their morning the same way as usual. Setting the awakening Asriel on his feet, they reached into their pocket for their phone to run Checkup so they could SAVE. I'll wake people up if I press this. They left their phone in their pocket and did not SAVE. No, they wouldn't abuse time just to get more hours of Disney World to themself and their brother, but holy God was it tempting.

Sitting in the Space Mountain seat woke Asriel up the rest of the way. "You sure about this, Frisk?"

"Az, are you actually afraid?"

"No... okay, kind of. I just don't know what's going to happen."

"I don't either," Kid said, backing out. "I'll let you guys go first." The ride operator made sure Frisk and Asriel were strapped in before starting things up.

Then Frisk thought of something. And then thought of it some more. And then realized that they didn't like the implications of what they were thinking. "Hey, Az... how old is Kid?" they asked as the operator hit the button to the three of them cheering.

"Old," Asriel replied. "Older than... older than I am."

"Oh, hey, no, didn't mean to strike that nerve." The ride got started in earnest, and they got tossed around for a bit. Frisk felt the G-forces pressing on the turns, but Asriel, who weighed next to nothing, didn't. Lacking eardrums and other organs, he couldn't feel vertigo, or dizziness, or the sensation of falling, so it did nothing for him; normally he'd feel the rush of air on his ears, but the loud clatter and speakers irritated them too much.

"It's all right," Asriel said during a brief lull as the coaster ascended. "It's just that he's not complete, kind of like the way I... wasn't complete."

"Not complete?"

"Yeah, most monsters-" The coaster fell, and this time Asriel felt the wind. "-aaaaaaaaren't!" They got tossed around some more in the darkness. Frisk was discovering that they weren't really a fan of being subjected to forces beyond their control and kept feeling like something would start attacking them while they were strapped to the seat. Another lull came. "They don't have full human minds, but they're not like animals. Kid's pretty close to being a full person, but he can't grow up. No matter what. It's just not who he is." A few turns happened, and then another long section of vigorous ride, and then the slow part before the end.

"So what you're saying is that I complete you," Frisk said, smiling in the darkness, putting their hand over their brother's.

Asriel laughed. "Yeah, actually. You do. Hey, Kid! It's not that scary." Ordnarily, someone might have said something to Kid on account of his height, but he went on anyway, the staff member managing to buckle him and his mechanical arms in. He screamed like a banshee nearly the whole way through.

"Not scary? Not scary?!" he shouted near the end. "How was that not scary?! I don't wanna know what you think is scary!"

"Not a whole lot," Frisk said. "Come on. We've got a bunch of other things to do." Asriel pointed out the trick on the second thrill ride that morning; the park didn't really staff every single ride. They were being watched, the nearest staff member getting to their chosen ride before they did. Which was almost as impressive as having everything fully staffed just for them.

Of course, they went on all the important, big, and scary ones in the Magic Kingdom and then went on them again a few more times just to be sure. Undyne and Alphys caught up halfway through, and then they went on the same rides they went on before yet again. In what felt like a lot less than an hour, it was past seven and other guests started trickling in, but that was fine because Frisk and Asriel did not want to do all that again any time soon.

"Well, that was kind of a pleasant version of memory lane," Asriel said, turning to their sibling. "A bunch of different, themed areas, each looking like it should be big but only has a few things in it? I don't know, what does this remind you of?" Frisk winced in sympathy. "It's kind of funny, because I want to know what's below us."

"What's below us?" Frisk asked. Well, that made sense, those ride operators had to be coming from somewhere...

"Yeah. There's people down there, and machines, a bunch of stuff. Everywhere in this whole place. What's down there?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, Rudolf's down there, and he's coming here."

Shortly thereafter, Rudolf stepped out of a hidden door, sighed, and looked at Frisk. "Did you enjoy your morning?" All of them agreed that they did. "This isn't usually something we have to ask our Guests..."

"We're not your usual guests," Frisk reminded him.

He laughed. "That you're not." He took a short breath. "There's a monster in a place it shouldn't be. It's getting disruptive. Prince Asriel, we were hoping your parents would be here, but we know how you dealt with that small monster. We were hoping you could deal the same way with this one. And its minions." That was Frisk's cue to hit Checkup, and Undyne and Alphys, right there, answered it. Everyone else swiftly came back good. DETERMINATION was in no short supply here. SAVEd.

"Its minions?" Asriel was asking. "This is a boss monster? What has it done?"

"Said a lot of hurtful things to Guests, mostly. Threatened violence a few times. I think it might have tried to hurt someone a couple of times, but it was off the cameras." Frisk wasn't aware that anything in this whole place could be off the cameras.

"What's it look like?" he asked.

"It changes depending on the ride, it comes out when music starts playing. We actually stopped playing music on a lot of rides, but then it came out anyway... it shouldn't have looked like that. Anyway, we'd like to ask you to come down." Asriel brightened up- finally, he'd get to see what he'd been hearing! "Normally, you'd have to sign something just to come down there, and we don't even let kids as young as you down there. But today looks like a good day for breaking rules. All kinds of rules." Including the rules that governed reality last week. "Ms. Undyne, Ms. Alphys, all we need is your permission..."

Undyne laughed. "Our permission? That's the Prince, you know, an actual prince?" She looked at the castle in the distance, with its fake, forced perspective, and laughed. "You guys really aren't up on the whole kingdom thing, are you?"

"I suppose not," he said, pushing open a panel in a wall. "This way, please."

"So, um, what have you all tried to do before we got here?" Frisk asked, rolling along down the utilidor tunnels, something that no other kid would be able to do, ever. Behind the rest of the group, Undyne had formed a spear in her hand and was looking around in between cracks and walls.

"We shot it with a couple of tranquilizer darts," Rudolf explained.

"What, with like, chemicals?" Asriel asked. "That's even more useless than bullets. You didn't actually hurt it, did you?"

"I don't think we did," Rudolf replied. The darts had passed right through it, leaving small holes, but the next time they saw it, it didn't have any holes. "If it ever gets out that we hurt this... well... you'll have to see for yourself."

"You shouldn't, anyway," Frisk said. "Killing a monster messes you up for life. Not kidding." Trump's book held that the 'messing up' was positive but Frisk wasn't going to tell them that.

"It's close," Asriel said. The thing could be quiet, but nothing else could be making that sound... "It's right here!"

"Gosh!" it said, in a voice that was halfway between Mickey and Goofy. "New friends to play with!"

"Yeah, maybe," Asriel said. "But one of these friends is the Prince of Monsters. And it sounds like you've been bad. What's your name?"

"Walt," it said, oozing out from its hiding spot between two pipes. To Frisk's eyes it looked like an amalgamate, although they reasoned that it probably wasn't. They spied aspects of the major Disney roster in it; Mickey's ears and feet, Goofy's nose, Donald's tail. Other things they didn't fully recognize: a pair of steam pipes bellowing smoke over its head and a gnashy-looking pair of claws. Who the heck dreamed this thing up? Frisk wondered.

"Please don't tell me this thing's the ghost of Walt Disney," a passing staff member said, slowly backing away.

"It's not, it doesn't work like that," Asriel replied. Although it might think it is, or act like it, he thought, instinctively knowing that newly created monsters could be troublesome. If he only understood what the stories of this place were about! "Why are you making trouble for these people?"

"Me? Making trouble for them? They, who have failed the vision? Who have corrupted the fantasy, made Tomorrowland into Yesterday? Who have let in the riff-raff? Who have allowed this place to be defiled through neglect?"

"They still built this place. They still run it," Asriel said, reasonably. "You can't expect humans to do what you want."

"Oh, can't I?"

"No," Asriel replied. "You're not allowed." Suddenly, he was his full adult form. "I am Asriel Dreemurr, Prince of Monsters, and I command you to stop usurping this place!"

"You name me usurper? You, soulless prince? This is my kingdom of magic! You have no power here!" They began to square off.

"Listen," Frisk said to the humans. "Whatever happens, just stay out of the way." They'd obey, Frisk knew; seeing a child instantly turn into an adult changed people's perspectives on things. "You too, Kid. Hey! Walt! If you know what he is, then you know what I am."

"One who crossed the barrier. You allowed me to be born."

"Yeah, that's right. If you don't-"

"One who allowed me to see this place fall apart! One whose SOUL is- give it to me!" Frisk ducked its claw swipe, which left scratches into the wall. Yeah, this thing's tough. Maybe tougher than Dad. But it was clumsy, overloaded. It moved to slam its claws downwards, and Frisk rolled on their shoes straight backwards for several feet. It increased its width, filling the whole corridor with malice, and Asriel dropped the transformation and ran away, the thing following.

"Undyne, we have to get in the open!" She stopped standing her ground and ran with the rest of them. "Rudolf! Start playing It's a Small World!"

"What?!"

"The song! From every speaker! Play it!" They started running up the stairs, Rudolf and their friends following, cast members and security guards scattering. Walt re-transformed into its original form, following them up.

"Do you have any idea how much power I wield? The number of dreams needed to create me? To make me whole?" It ballooned in size and tried to squash Frisk several times, but the move was far too slow and Frisk was far from the landing. Bystanders stopped to watch.

"Stay back!" Frisk warned them. "This isn't what you think!" One more clumsy claw slam dodged by rolling back, another claw swipe blocked by Undyne's spear, but she couldn't keep blocking and the next one sent her flying into a wall. "Walt, I'm not sure you are whole. You're acting more like a cartoon villain than a complete person." Then again, maybe a cartoon villain was what it really was...

Rudolf was on his phone. "Yes, you heard me- are you even looking at the security cameras? Yes, this is actually happening. Just do it! This kid's done this before, do it! You can't find it?! What are those-"

Minions. Lots of them. In all different shapes, most of them very small. Frisk knew they were from different franchises but didn't have time to guess which was which.

"Leave these to me!" Undyne shouted.

Frisk didn't know if there was EXP if monster killed monster, but yelled "Don't kill 'em!" at Undyne anyway.

"I'm no murderer, Frisk." She used her spear like a golf club, whacking them straight out of the park with every well-placed blow, running back and forth to catch them as they crawled out of the hidden nooks and crannies that made up Disney World.

"What do you mean, your antivirus needs to update?!" Rudolf was shouting into his phone.

Walt had formed a pair of tremendous hammers and was smashing them down onto the ground as hard as it could, but Frisk was never there to receive them, even if some little kid was distracting them by shouting "Just use your keyblade!" It lowered its head, shooting a wide, deadly arc of burning steam at them, but Asriel darted in front of them and blew the steam back into its face as the facades to either side of them started to warp and crack.

"If I can't take you, then end me! End my suffering!" Walt screamed. "End my presence here!"

"I don't do that, either," Frisk replied. Frustrated, it whacked two claws downwards while they had their back to the wall, and Frisk dived aside. "You know there's innocent people here?"

"You vermin infest this dream like weevils!" it screamed at them. It turned back to Frisk. "Give. Me. Your. SOUL!"

"Come and get it."

It pulled a comically oversized cartoon gun out of nowhere and began spraying large bullets at Frisk, much slower than real bullets but damn near impossible to dodge- and then Asriel was there, transformed, batting them aside to disintegrate.

"Then say no! Say Reboot Later or something!" Rudolf was yelling. The crowd kept growing, and its claws kept swiping, high, low, high, low, high-to-low, and Frisk had to tuck their knees in, Asriel catching them before they landed hard on the concrete, and then it slashed with both claws from both sides (duck!) and got its hands tangled together, giving Frisk and Asriel time to back off a bit.

Suddenly Walt grew an extra pair of blue arms, one of which was holding a laser gun and the other holding a remote control. A green, easily-dodgable blast came out of the laser, and as Frisk limboed under it they heard a shout from behind. They couldn't afford to turn around and see what it hit or how much damage it did, but since the man was wailing "I'll sue this place for everything you've got!" Frisk figured he'd be all right.

Walt clicked his remote and instantly appeared next to Frisk, who intuitively jumped away. But the thing wasn't focused on Frisk- it was focused on the guy behind them, the guy he'd shot. Or maybe this guy won't be okay after all. He was morbidly obese, sitting on a scootypuff, looking like nothing so much as a fat, white maggot in a stretched XXXL T-shirt. Walt would tear him apart. "You?" it bellowed at him instead. "You presume to have dominion over me? The soulless prince and the valiant heroes, they have a place here. But you, who have crippled yourself with your gluttony? What right do you have to be here, in my world, in my presence?!" Both Asriel and Frisk caught the faint reek of urine amid all the good smells of Main Street.

"Hey!" Frisk shouted. "You're fighting me, remember?"

Walt turned, smiling, grinning. "Now there's the selfless American spirit these people came to see!" It altered its form again, making itself rounder, giving itself Pete's face. "Well, c'mon! Let's give 'em all a show!" A cheer rose from the crowd. These people still don't realize this is real! Or maybe they don't care. Or maybe it's affecting them somehow...

Frisk suddenly felt their SOUL alter slightly, becoming an aspect they could only associate with the color green, and Asriel blinked in surprise. Yeah, Az, now you know a little more of what it's like to be me. Suddenly Walt attacked with fists from all sides, forward and back and above, and Frisk struggled to block everything, the fists bouncing off their crossed arms. Two at once- no way- and Asriel blocked the other one. And then all of them were two at once, and Asriel had to partially transform to keep up and the crowd was cheering and Frisk felt like they were going to pass out and considered just doing a LOAD-

"It's a small world after all!" Every speaker in the whole place started to belt out the well-known Tune of Parental Irritation.

"Oh thank God," Frisk sighed in relief. "Please let this work." Walt's fists got smaller and slower, and Frisk's SOUL returned to its normal state as Walt shrank to the size of a child, then a dog, then... a mouse. Asriel picked it up between two fingers and the crowd screamed in glee. Even Kid was jumping up and down, shouting about how cool that was. Well, now they all know what we can do. This is gonna be all over Youtube. Maybe that fact, in and of itself, deserved a LOAD, but Frisk wasn't up for anything that might lead to another round of that.

"We need to talk," Rudolf whispered. Asriel motioned for his friends to follow back down into the utilidors, and Rudolf made sure none of the bystanders were coming along. "That was... amazing. I'd spend another lifetime doing this to see something like that. But... how can we stop this from happening again, prevent them from coming?"

Asriel's jaw nearly fell off his face. "Prevent them from coming? To this place?! Are you- are you serious?" He first looked at Frisk, who was starting to understand. "Weren't you listening when I told you what we are? Remember when you said that this place's business was princesses and fantasy and magic and dreams?" He turned to Alphys and Undyne, who were also smiling. "At least you get it." He turned back to the befuddled employees. "You created a place that millions of kids dream about and want to go to, you've made a whole artificial city of this stuff. You couldn't possibly summon more monsters if you tried! I'm surprised there's not more!" Then again, Walt'd taken so much energy into himself...

Rudolf and the security guards looked at each other. "It's a lot like this at our other properties," Rudolf said. "And there's more monsters on the grounds here."

"Yeah! There's gonna be! Unless you do something stupid like kill them, and believe me, you don't want to get into that." He believed Sans when he said that there was no EXP without suffering. "Listen. Rudolf," he said, holding the diminutive Walt up in his palm. "Take Walt to your boss, or your boss's boss, or whoever's really in charge here. Because you're going to have to work together or things are going to get ugly. Uglier. You guys decided you wanted to create dreamland, well guess what, you did. And you, Walt? Sorry, but you're only in charge of the monsters of the small world. I'm the prince of the big one. No more of this stuff, huh?"

"Ooo-kay," it apologized in a tinny voice. Asriel tossed it to Rudolf, who, surprised, caught it and handed it to a guard, who quickly ran off with it.

"This is like something out of..." a woman dressed as a princess Frisk didn't recognize said. Not Cinderella or Belle, was she supposed to be Sleeping Beauty?

"Out of one of your stories?" Asriel replied. "Stories are real now. Your tales get retold. Use magic responsibly, or the next time's going to be worse." He looked around at the small crowd of staff, hoping he'd driven the point home. "We need breakfast." They practically fell over each other trying to give suggestions, and eventually Rudolf just said "Club 33" and everyone else instantly shut up.

"I've clubbed a lot more than 33 already," Undyne said. "Or do you mean I have to club 33 more?" That got chuckles out of the humans.

"It's a private establishment. Very exclusive," Rudolf said. "Doesn't even serve breakfast, technically, so we'll just have to get you something from any other restaurant here. Name what you want, we probably have it." He led them to its hidden entrance, and they sat down in an entirely empty room, looking around. Swanky, it was, but Frisk felt like it was overrated. Exclusive, just to be called that. Frisk got blueberry pancakes and a big omelet, Asriel got waffles ("the best you can make!") and bacon, Alphys got bacon and eggs in lieu of anything better to think of (she managed not to embarrass herself by asking for pocky), Undyne asked for cream cheese-coated bagels and an energy drink. Kid wanted a little bit of what everyone else was having. The group relaxed, Frisk with a smug expression. The thing hadn't even hit them once, and a no-hitter first try is always an accomplishment. Their food came quickly.

"Hey, you know what these waffles taste like?" Asriel asked, chewing slowly and carefully. Frisk looked at him. "The ones at the hotel. From the waffle machine. Bacon? Maaaybe a little different, cooked a little better, pretty much the same."

"Whaaat?" Undyne asked. "Let me see. Oh my God, you're right! It's just regular food! So much for exclusive club!"

"Well, what'd you think they'd give us, super magic food that you can't get anywhere else?" Frisk asked. "You can make a place exclusive, but it's not like they butcher special pigs just for us. At least I don't think they do." They shrugged. "He doesn't care," they added, pointing at Kid, who was scarfing down everything.

Asriel smiled. "Oh, I don't really care either. If it's edible, it's awesome."

"Why's that?"

"'Cause I'm here eating it with you, Frisk." Both Undyne and Alphys gave audible "Awwwww"s.

The group passed the rest of the day in a more expected fashion, but ordinary thrills, despite their number, couldn't come close to an actual battle. Every single thrill ride in all of Disney World, no exceptions, and even most of the non-thrill ones that weren't for babies. Every last slide in every water park in the resort, and no one had the stones to say anything about Frisk changing from apparent girl to apparent boy with a girl's headband. Being treated with outright awe was nice, but that was only from people who knew they weren't all part of the show. There was a petting zoo, of course, and at Frisk's insistence Asriel did pet the goats, making for a memorable picture. (GOATS CAN PET GOATS?!) They ate twice more at Club 33, realizing that they were in an even more exclusive club than the patrons, who tried immediately to get on Frisk and Asriel's good side, just because of who they were. Frisk didn't entirely blow them off but made no friends. None of you elitists would have even wanted to talk to me a couple weeks ago.

"That was an incredible day," Frisk said at the end of it, dead exhausted and lying on their back, shoes still on and everything. They could probably have even fallen asleep in the princess room. "I wonder what would have happened if we went to that MTT resort instead?"

Meanwhile, on a state road in northwestern North Dakota, an electronic sign intermittently flashed "MTT RESORT PROPERTIES, INC." An arrow pointed away from the sign to a road buried in snow. A couple miles down that road, an old barn had been hastily converted into a couple of small, cramped rooms and a fast food joint. Shivering, Burgerpants huddled as close to he could to the griddle for warmth, hoping that the generator would last a while longer before he had to pour more kerosene into it, wincing every time a gust of wind blew through the wooden boards, hating his life and wishing the universe would end.