"Yes," Pentale Frisk replies, "yes, they've read it, and..."

Frisk struggles against the itching in their soul.

"No!" Frisk pleads, "please don't!" Frisk lifts their stick against their will.

"I don't want to FIGHT!" Frisk exclaims.

The figure glares.

"God I hate the readers of this fan fic," the figure sighs, "Frisk, you poor child, I'm so sorry you got mixed up in all this. Don't worry."

The figure picks Frisk up, the itching stops. They regain control.

"I won't let them take this world like they took him," the figure continues, "come on, young one, let's go. I know a place where they have no power."

Frisk hugs the figure. "Thanks mom," they smile.

"Heh," the figure smiles, "makes sense. After all, I'm replacing Toriel, but you can call me Watt, Watt Sour, or, if you want some forshadowing, I also go by Gen3queen..."

Meanwhile, Edgar examines the throne. He smirks. "A throne," he chuckles, "is fit for a king, not God."

Edgar writes something with his pen, and a demon king appears.

"King of Hell," Edgar greets.

"Edgar," The King of Hell returns with the same distant bitterness.

"You will be replacing Asgore to the best of your abilities."

"Very well then."

"Great, now, I have business to attend to in Paper Cuts, which replaced Snowdin. Farewell."

Edgar writes in his journal and leaves to Paper Cuts. The ground is covered in paper shavings that drift down from the sky like ash.

"Wh- wh- What a weird glitch," A voice greets glitching.

"There you are," Edgar smirks, "I've been expecting you Error."

"You know my name?" Error asks.

"If course, I'm God. You've come to kill me, haven't you?"

"I've come to erase a glitch."

"Can't you see the puppeteers are playing us for fools? Just like they did here to my brother in the canon timeline."

(Link to The Hunt)

"What do you me- me- mean?"

"Since where was I the one in control? This world is damned,  but I still wanna write, so if you wish to take it from me..."

Edgar starts a FIGHT.

"Then you must slay God."

"PUBLICATION IN PROGRESS," Edgar speaks with distant arrogance.

"Uh, Puppeteers," Error pleads, "if you can hear me, what do I do? This guy's LV 99 so... little help?"

Next they tell Error what to do.