The parlor had been destroyed. In the center of the room, G and Fuku fought.

Gold fire fought against green fire. The chair had been knocked over, the table beat up and battered.

The god of the Dead grunted as he dodged a flame.

-_- AN HOUR AGO -_-

G was going through search reports when the knock occurred. He looked up. "Come in."

The door opened.

He paled when Fuku entered. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, silly!" She said, pushing the reports away. "I was hoping that you saw the light. I'm a better choice than Frisk-"

His fingers clawed her cheek as he threw her off. "Leave." He ordered.

She wiped away the dust with a snarl.

"So, that's the way it's gonna be." Her hands out with flames. "Fine."