( @everbleeding & Napstabot )
The Underground was a place Napstabot had know his whole life, or well—dead afterlife of sorts since he, too, had been once a human and their ghost had lurked trapped underneath without a way to escape nor wished to be freed from this realm. Their previous life was mostly a blurr they had wished not to recall and, instead, start from z e r o with a prototype body that was soon to evolve into an improved android shape .
Therefore, stepping out of that miserable hole he had attempted to make everyone feel their best with high spirits, had been as scary as thrilling experience for him ( and everysoul, he pressumed ). Old ancient story had never mentioned where The Underground precisely was located, only mentioned a tale of horror, martyrs and much more without a place.
After Chara had taken the front line and went to assume their position of embassador alongside Queen Toriel, monsters finally knew their current whereabouts—Transylvania, Romania. And, according to Undyne whom was the most informed regarding human topics, they currently where stuck in Hoia Baciu which made sense given they all had quit from a strange empty circle in the middle of a forest with twisted trees in questionable shapes even for monsters.
It took three days for all monsters to quit the entity of the forest and some had it easier than others; those that could fly and carry a certain amount of individuals were great help in this.
The city gave another different vibe, one less familiar than the forest—one that made Napstabot feel excited, happy and terrified to some extent since accusatory fingers would point at monsters.
Oh right, he had forgotten that surface monsters tend to have more humanoid shapes. Some even could pretend to be humans their whole lives and no one would suspect a thing—much like that one strange man with dark clothes who was. . .smoking. No, that wouldn’t be the correct term, the smoke was coming off his body but this was sunrise? The sun was just about to make its appearance.
Shrugging his shoulders and making his way towards him intrigued by why a night monster would stick for so long or, perhaps, had miscalculated? Others monsters were not left behind and decided on taking different ways as well to explore the wonders of the human world.
“Yo, pal!, ye’ sure lookin’ smokin’ hot in more ways than one but ‘m not sure yer feelin’ that way right now—ye’ ain’t doin’ good that much I can tell but, can I help ya’ somehow?” Could this individual fly his way home?