(A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry for not updating this book that frquently. A lot has just happened, and I'm really really tired. Thank you for all your overwhelming support.)

Alphys gave Mettaton a new upgrade. It's been hectic for a few hours. Frisk was clearly confused, she didn't know what was going on. She tugged on the sleeves of her sweater, waiting anxiously outside Alphys' work room.

The door opened, revealing a very tired looking Alphys. She was holding a screw driver in the other hand, a wrench with the other, and a pencil was tucked behind her ear. There were dark circles under her eyes, which were strained and lifeless

Frisk frowned. "Hey, Alphys. Are you okay...? We could take a break if you want... You should get some rest." She offered, concern lacing her voice.

Alphys, however, shook her head in refusal. "No, No. The more time we waste, the longer it'll take to get to Undyne." She murmered, tucking the wrench in her lab pocket and wiping her hands on her coat.

It stained the coat a dusty black. Frisk stood up. "Hey, look. You should tone work down a bit. You look really tired." Frisk said and guided Alphys towards a nearby bench.

Alphys sat down, but ignored Frisk's comment.

"I upgraded Mettaton. He should be able to protect you better now. Here's a phone," She said and handed Frisk a sleek, black keypad-less phone. Frisk accepted it, holding the fragile gadget delicately.

"My number is on there. So is Mett's. Call me or him whenever you need help with the puzzles or traps."

Frisk murmered a silent 'thank you.'

Alphys paused for a moment. She brought her hand up. "Listen here Frisk. Once you get to the Castle, go down in the dungeons. Beneath of those dungeons, is a single lone dark room. And for obvious reasons, at the very top, it's labeled 'TORTURE ROOM.'" Alphys took a sharp breath in.

"O-once you get in that room, brace yourself. If she isn't there, Find Undyne, most likely in one of the cells, and get the hell out of there." She instructed her. Frisk nodded carefully.

"How... Do you know all of this...?" Frisk whispered.

Alphys stood up. She closed her eyes.

"I've been there before."

Frisk's eyes widened.

What?

"I'm... Gonna go make some final adjustments to Mettaton." Alphys says.

Frisk sighs. "Don't stress yourself out too much..." She said.

Alphys gave her a weak smile before walking away. Frisk sighs.

This was going to be one hell of a journey.