The meeting was in the Big House, after dinner. The counselors of each immortal surrounded a large wood table. Papyrus stood at the head. G had left earlier.

Frisk wasn't sure if she should be disappointed.

"We need to attack!" Nick sat, pounding the table. "Olympus' forces can destroy one little goddess in an instant!"

Papyrus sighed. "Unfortunately, it is no longer just Fuku." Everyone stared at him. "We have reasons to believe that Fuku has summoned the Player."

Everyone gasped.

"What's the Player?" Frisk asked.

"The Player, Frisk, is a spirit, older than Creation itself." The professor started. "It is a spirit neither good or evil, but..."

"It believes that the world is basically one huge game." Chara said.

"Yes. It created the world, but treated it as a toy. The gods deemed the Player too unstable to be allowed to roam free." Papyrus sighed. "It was captured and imprisoned in the deepest depths of the Underworld."

"It's been there since Creation." Serial sighed. "Imprisoned, for that long..."

Nobody needed an explanation.