"What are you yelling about?!" asked Papyrus glowering at his friend. Sans had now had plenty of sleep, but he still wasn't awake yet. Would it kill Flowey to have some common courtesy?
                          
"*GRRRRAAARRRRRRUUUFFF!* *GRRRAAARRUUUFF*! *RUFF!* *RUFF!*" The humongous dog ran towards Flowey's voice, kicking up dirt and trees as he went.
                          
"Oh my god..."
                          
"THAT'S MY DOG!" exclaimed Frisk happily.
                          
What the hell happened to it?!
                          
I don't know but he's alive! Isn't that GREAT?!
                          
NO! He's gonna freaking KILL us!
                          
"Flowey...what the hell is that?" asked Papyrus wearing a blank expression.
                          
"That's Clifford the big skinned dog! He's my bay-beeeee-"
                          
"He's a gruesome abomination-"
                          
CRASH!
                          
The glass of the window shattered as Clifford pressed his nose to it, happy to see the person that had saved him from the scary blue creature with claws.
                          
"WHOSE A GOOD BOY? WHOSE A GOOD PUPPY?"
                          
Clifford excitedly pummeled the ground with his front paws, wanting to play.
                          
"DID YOU MISS DADDY? I BET YOU DID! I BET YOU DID! YOU WANNA PLAY? YOU WANNA PLAY WITH PAPA FLOWEY?"
                          
The giant dog barked in response and Papyrus swore he was smiling.
                          
Good lord! I do hope you don't plan on bringing this beast to the Underground Flowey...
                          
Papyrus hadn't slept that night, he had stayed awake and watched the forest for a little while before sitting on the couch and saying a prayer; the woods had been overrun with Fonts, so many that the mist almost couldn't be seen due to the amount of magic being thrown about and the running around the skeletons were doing. Papyrus hadn't seen the dog in the mist, possibly because of the creatures speed or the chaos below, but he could hear him...him and the Fonts. An orchestra of barks and screams rose and fell in volume during the night like a song and Papyrus couldn't help but wonder if it sounded that way because he was mad, or because of coincidence.
                          
Did the war sound like that?
                          
Did the gunshots, screams, roars, and the clashing of swords weave together to form music?
                          
Papyrus still couldn't understand why ALL the Fonts were Horrors. He knew a Horror when he saw one too. They not only had an aura that he could feel, but a look in their eyes that he could see that only belonged to people desensitized enough to be murderous. He had seen it in the human before being killed as well.
                          
Why?
                          
Why were there so many?
                          
Horrors were usually created through murder or were made based on a person's personality in life, but for that many Horrors to be out running about at the same time was insane...
                          
Black Widow had told him in the morning that Bloodthirsty had awakened the bodies they had dug up at the cemetery, but although that explained the number of skeletons running around it DIDN'T explain why they were all Horror Fonts and when asked, she hadn't an answer for him.
                          
Where are all the Normal Fonts?
                          
Was everyone in that cemetery a murder victim, because I highly doubt it...unless there was an epidemic in town.