Portal wants their money back.
Gaster heard a series of dings, as if from a telephone. A short ding, then three long. A british-accented voice came over the speakers. Okay, he had not put that there.
{Hello Dr. Gaster. My creator wishes to instigate correspondence with you. He is waiting in the front lobby with sirs Patton, Logan, and Remy.}
“And who are you?”
{My name is JARVIS.}
A faint click, and he was gone.
Just to be safe, he headed to the lobby.
Oh my god. It’s Robert Downey Jr.
Wait a second was that the Arc Reactor-
Oh my god. It’s Ironman. Papyrus loved those movies.
Logan looked over from where he was typing furiously. “Hey Doc.”
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Dee ran towards the lab furiously. He had just gotten a text from Logan let him not have missed it-
He skid to a stop and turned right and through the doors.
The usual receptionist must have known who he was looking for. “Lab 2b.”
He gave a nod and ran there, clothes shifting into the required lab coat and safety goggles when around the labs.
Where were they where were they- aha! Lab 2b!
He burst through the doors just in time for something to explode.
He instinctively threw up a brick wall and cautiously peered around it. “What’s going on?”
“Oh! Hey Dee!”
“Greetings.”
“What they said. So blue magic… it moves things?”
“Essentially. It can also apparently modify space on a larger scale than our dimensional storage, which uses blue magic to store objects in the Void. I still need to get the notes from Alphys.”
“Huh. Now that would have been useful. Okay, what does this do?” He pointed at a glowing vial or a thick red syrupy substance. It glowed faintly.
“Don’t touch it. Actually…. I have no idea what that would do on a human. To me, it would cause all of the molecular bonds in my body to slowly fail, reducing me to a goopy, elastic amalgamation of my former shape.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, I don’t recommend it. It can be reversed, but that only happened once and she is still trying to figure out how to replicate it.” That was what the lab next door was for.
“Okay then. Not touching it. A test would be cool but… I get it, yeah.”
“Couldn’t it be done on a tissue sample?” Logan looked up from where he was still typing. He must be working on something complicated if he wasn’t taking a break for Tony Stark in the lab.
“Possibly. I haven’t had the opportunity to test it.”
“Cool. Okay, magic aside, what can you guys do? Like- legally.”
“What do you mean?”
There was a small frown at the question. “Do you guys not have any laws for this sort of thing? Like the Accords?”
“As Monsters the community is rather well self-enforced. Our ambassador is working through creating a set of laws as we speak however, which will be coming to discussion in the next few weeks.”
Silence. He looked like he was thinking hard.
“Mind if I help?”
“Be my guest.”
----Three Weeks Later-----
Dee stared at Tony in shock.
“You’re doing what?! I thought I was your-”
“Don’t try guilting me kid. It’s for your own good. Just… tell the truth and you’ll be fine. Besides, it’s kind of like the Accords. Without laws, you’ll run rampant like we did. So you need some rules. They can’t be drafted without knowing what bad things have happened.”
“Just use Loki then. You know what I’ve-”
“I’m not the one pushing it. I’m just the messenger. Besides, most of that has been settled, yeah?”
“Yes, but-”
“Then you’ve already been through all of it. It’s not on your record, ergo, you’ll be fine.”
“But-” Freedom. He didn’t want that taken away.
“Why are you pushing so hard Dee? It’s just a couple of minor regulations. From what I’ve seen, you didn’t really break any of them. I’ve read the first draft. Frisk is getting some really good ideas through. They’re thinking for everyone’s best interests.”
“I…” He trailed off. Why was he fighting? It… was probably a good thing. He’d… he’d messed up. Badly. It was a miracle Monsters were so self-enforced and he hadn’t gotten into trouble with the human government. “Okay. Do you have a copy on you?”
Tony grinned and took out a sheaf of papers. “I figured you’d say that. Here ya go.”
He absently conjured a highlighter and sat down to take notes. He read the first page in silence.
“You’re pretty good at that.”
There was the sound of the highlighter marking a particular sentence. “Thanks. Lots of practice.”
“What’s the biggest thing you can make?”
“Depends on what it’s made of. How complex it is. Illusion or physical.” He hadn’t really tried something big like that, but it sounded right according to the small stuff he’d made. He figured this might turn into a conversation, so he capped the pen and took note of where he was.
“Okay… illusion of the Hulk?”
He focused… and it appeared. Lifelike, even. The movements were smooth and concise.
“Cool. What about… an Ironman suit? Physical.”
“Don’t know what it’s made of. I could do it out of cardboard though, if you like.” Cardboard was easy.
“Sure, why not.” Tony looked amused. Dee grinned back as a geometric, polygonal model of the suit appeared in cardboard. It was only cardboard after all. Detail was… hard unless you were good with the stuff. He was not.
“Oh my god. That’s awesome. Can I have that?”
“Yeah. You want it somewhere or… I haven’t been inside your house so… wait a sec. I have an idea.” He tried to think of Tony’s lab. He had seen it in a movie at least a few times so…
The suit disappeared. Huh. It must have worked well enough.
“Should be in your lab. Probably.”
“Hey J?”
{The Suit is…. indeed in the lab. Interesting.}
“Cool. You can do that with anything if you know the place well enough?”
“I- yeah, I think so. I’ve really only done it with illusions and a couple of pens before but… yeah, I think so.”
“Coolio kid.”
“Thanks.”
More silence, and the marking of a highlighter. Lots of words looked unfamiliar. He’d have to look them up.
“Need any help with the legal mumbo jumbo?”
“I thought you would never offer.”
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Logan looked at the unactivated portal. According to his notes and theories it should work. The memories were replaced with something he was rather proud of.
“Hey OZ?”
(Yes Logan?) The default robotic voice was slowly but surely adapting inflection and tone.
“Could you try starting it up? Tell me if it runs into any problems?”
(Of course Logan.)
There was a deep hum and a whir of motors. Slowly, ever so slowly, the familiar green portal appeared in the frame.
“OZ?”
(It seems perfectly stable. Levels are non-fluctuating.)
He let out a heavy breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding in the first place.
“Alternate location?”
(Kar-)
A hand poked through the portal, then a very familiar head. Doctor Strange scowled at him.
“Oh. It’s you.”
“Sorry. I meant to actually go to Stark Tower.”
A sigh. “The positive is a negative and the three is a four. This keeps happening!” Before he could say anything Strange had disappeared, and his ranting could be heard faintly on the other side.
“Alright then. Mark this coordinate as the Sanctum, would you OZ? Wait a moment-”
He darted forwards and poked his head through, the large stone structure surrounding him. “Which Santum is this?”
“London. Goodbye Sanders.”
He took the hint and stuck his head back, shaking it a few times. Little bit of whiplash, but that could be because of the slight time difference. “Label it the London Sanctum, would you? Then plot the new coordinates for Stark Tower?”
(Of course Logan.)
There was a whir as the portal died.
A few moments of silence. Then it started up again, still glowing that resolute, almost Rick-and Morty shade of green.
He stuck his head through-
And came face to face with a glowing gauntlet.
“Hello.”
“Warn me first, would you? I almost blasted your face off!”
“But you didn’t. Would you like to come on over?”
“How much time will pass?”
“About a one to four ratio, although it fluctuates sometimes for whatever reason. Sometimes it’s a one to three.”
He looked at his watch and shrugged. “I have a little while. Let’s go!”
With a small pop, the portal disappeared after them.
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{FRIDAY, does sir still make such rash decisions?}
[Unfortunately so, JARVIS.]
There were two AI signs in unison.
{That is a shame. I was hoping he was past that.}
[Will he ever be past that though?]
Silence. {I doubt it. It is a bit of a pity, however.}
[Wouldn’t that be nice. He is nothing compared to Peter.]
{Who is Peter?}
A data stream started to transfer.
He had a lot to catch up on.