“Finally. I thought you wouldn’t show up…”

Alphys told you, as you walked into her lab. It wasn’t really unknown to you that Alphys has, er…changed to say the least. With both of your knowledges of the past 45 timelines of genocide from the Human, it made sense she’d lose her composure and take drastic measures to make things “right”.

“For a judge, you really lack a dress code. Plain clothes, and no awareness. It does kind of sound like a miracle you’re still here, but that’s besides the point.”

Alphys sighed, before pointing at you.

“We both know why we’re here. You want to settle this with a fight, see whose magic can kill the other, right?” She then readjusted her glasses, one of her tentacles thwacking the ground roughly. “It’d a mistake though.”

“You wouldn’t exactly win. I do have a higher amount of…say, dust..spilt.”