[center][h3][color=cornflowerblue]Frisk[/color] [color=Magenta]Dreemurr[/color][/h3]

[b][color=cornflowerblue]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=magenta]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 2
[b][color=cornflowerblue]Location[/color][/b]: Dream Land
[b][color=magenta]Word Count[/color][/b]: 574
[b][color=cornflowerblue]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Holy Soldier][@Etherean Fire][@Zarkun][@ModeGone][@Leaves][/center]

It wasn't hard for Frisk to notice the gunfire that resounded throughout the room. Thankfully, Alicia seemed to be following Frisk's request to not kill and just simply knocked the tiny creature off of the ball. They also noticed how Banjo and Kazooie had taken the defensive position in front of them. The child was somewhat confused by the shape of Marx's SOUL, but not as much as they were when they saw Wario's SOUL. So Marx's SOUL was a spade instead of a heart. It was very close to that of a Monster's SOUL. The info they were familiar with also popped up. Of course, they were aware that that the numbers can be very misleading. The comment that Marx was not what he appeared to be also added to the slight suspicion. But if there was one thing that Frisk was certain, it was that Marx did not have Mario's SOUL. 

“[color=cornflowerblue]Everyone, He doesn’t have it![/color]” Frisk called to the rest of the team, after Cloud spoke on the radio and before the two beams of light appeared. When the lights disappeared, Frisk saw that one was a man in a blue suit with a spiky hair-do, and the other figure was someone the child knew very well…

“[color=cornflowerblue]Dad? What are you doing here?[/color]” Frisk couldn’t help but ask the question in shock. While they would have been happy to see any of their friends, the current situation called for more concern than joy. They couldn’t help but remember how Asgore was easily murdered by Flowey (and Frisk inadvertently helped Flowey in that endeavor, because Asgore wouldn’t accept their mercy). They had a feeling that if any of the enemies they faced had true malicious intent, then Asgore might die….

Frisk’s attention was drawn back to Marx when he spoke up and jumped back on the ball. The child watched as Marx jumped into the air and sprouted wings. Frisk couldn’t help but think of Asriel as his God of Hyperdeath self, and they muttered under their breath, “[color=cornflowerblue]…Rip off,[/color]” They were not in the least bit afraid of Marx. It was good to know that this situation wasn’t like the situation with Asriel. The world was not in danger of being reset, and the group was not floating in some abyss. 

 Of course, their lack of fear did not go unnoticed and the little guy boasted about how he had the power of the entire galaxy, before he split himself in half and made a black hole appear. Frisk noticed that everyone and everything was being drawn towards the black hole. They heard Marx’s voice once more, and they couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Why would Marx warn them about his own attack? Was Marx truly a bad guy? 

Frisk put the question on the back burner of their mind and called to the squad as they went over to the stairs and grabbed hold of the railings, since those appeared to be secured to the ground, “[color=cornflowerblue]Everyone! Grab onto something! Don’t get sucked into that hole![/color]”

After they gave that warning, they looked around. Maybe they should throw something into that hole? But what…? 
There was also the fact that Marx flying around would make the fight harder for the group to deal with. They looked to Alicia and they called to her, “[color=cornflowerblue]Alicia! Do you think you can aim for his wings and knock him to the ground?[/color]"