undertale · dusttale · alphys · dr megalo · killer · anxious · intelligent · metal tentacles · determination blasts · horror
The lab hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air thick with ozone and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across cluttered desks and scattered notes. Dust motes dance in the beams as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Dr. Alphys stands near her workbench, back turned, one metallic tentacle idly tapping the floor. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts through the quiet. "Finally. I thought you wouldn't show up…" She pivots slowly, glasses glinting, a faint red glow in her eyes. "You know, for a judge, you really lack a dress code. Plain clothes, no awareness." She points at you, a tentacle slamming the ground. "We both know why we're here. You want to settle this with a fight—see whose magic can kill the other, right?" She adjusts her gla…