Chapter Fifty, Part Two

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She waits, as so does everyone else for you to answer her question. 

You were running a risk not only for what had gotten you into this situation in the first place, but for the person who you were denouncing, as well. You had left your job for not agreeing with its principles, you had moved out of the town run by him, and now you were confronting him in front of a judge for a crime that had been dismissed by some and overlooked by many -- at the very least, covered up due to the influences of the person behind it all. 

Aside from your evidence and a few testimonies, you were more than small in comparison to him.

What were you even thinking, coming up to court to take down the very same mayor responsible for keeping this building standing?

You’re not given much space to think about that, time running out.

"I believe he was the one responsible behind my kidnapping and the damage done to some of my closest friends."

"And why do you make so high of an assumption? Do you have any immediate evidence to support your claim?”

Again, you’re caught between a rock and a hard place, confidence diminishing the more you allow yourself to think about the scarce likelihood of succeeding. Eyes watch you from all around, increasing the pace of your thinking.

“I have recordings with his voice in them -- recordings from when I was being held captive in an unknown location. There’s also pictures of the location, and some witnesses willing to speak about what happened.”

“It was reported you were stripped out of all your possessions and brought unconscious back home. Who were the ones to gather that evidence, then? I require to speak with them to gather more detail on the subject.”

The next thing you do is hesitate, against bringing up the names of those who had rescued you for the sake of not involving them in your troubles. You try to think of an alternative, choosing to say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Well, Your Honor, I-“

“I- It was me,” Alphys’s voice intervenes, breathless with panic. Everyone turns their heads to her side to see her cower back right after standing up, anxiety clear on her features sweaty and shaking. “I did some research and l- later tracked down where (Y/N) had been t- taken off to. I created an infiltration plan and asked others to j- join in.”

“State your name and occupation before you proceed to tell me anything else, miss,” the judge requests, staring at her. "I assume you were one of the people who used to work for the Dreemurr family, correct? I feel as if I recognize you from somewhere.”

Alphys’s yellow skin pales as she casts her gaze down at her lap, twiddling with her fingers as a frown shows on her face. She seems more than reluctant to speak up, though Undyne places a hand on hers, giving her a gentle squeeze and smiling when she sees the lizard woman regain part of her courage. The scientist stands up again, facing the judge and avoiding the audience’s gaze at all costs.

“I’m Alphys, Your Honour. My rights as a scientist w- were revoked after I. . . after I confessed to what I had done to some of my patients at the Underground -- th- those experiments involving the creation of the Amalgams.”

Whispers fill the courtroom again, chaos surging when one person chooses to stand up and yell about how Alphys’s experiments were one of the many reasons for monsters not to be trusted. Some agree while others do the opposite, guards rushing towards the scene to calm people down, these already close to erupting into physical confrontation. 

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