Chapter Seven

"So, Professor Gaster, Professor Goodwitch said that you and Professor Dantte went on a mission, how did it go?"

I looked back at Coco who was walking with her team inside the training room. I looked at the ceiling.

-Flashback-

As I was walking down the road, in the middle of a forest, I looked over at Dantte... he was still humming that song. Releasing a sigh, I looked back forward, ignoring the rumbles that were caused by something heavy hitting the ground.

"So... what's the plan?"

I asked, frowning as I heard shuffling from my right.

"Okay, look, I made this thing, took a bit to make it mecha shift but I managed. Amma test it out today!"

He took off a white rectangle from his back, which I assumed to be his guitar holder. In all honesty, I should have known better.

"Okay... What does it do?"

I asked, looking at the contraption with interest.

"Oh, it's my guitar case.... that turns into an electric piano... that can create a barrier with hard Light dust as long as I'm playing!"

I paused, blinked, and sighed. Of course, it's connected to music. Looking up above the tree line, I saw what we came here for, the horde of Goliaths.

They were looking down on the both of us like they just saw a particularly good snack.

I heard the sound of metal shifting next to me and a glance later, I noted that the casing was transformed, now standing on two metal legs, the keys of a piano present on its surface with Dantte popping his fingers.

"Alright, you do the thing, I'll play. Leave some for me though!"

I blinked for a moment, turning my body towards him in surprise. He was letting me go first? Since when?

Shrugging I walked forward, taking out a cigarette from my pack. Hm... I was running out of Cigarettes. Shrugging, I reached inside my other pocket and took out my lighter and the flame flickered on.

As I inhaled the smoke and looked up at the horde of goliaths that were getting closer. Exhaling, the magic flared throughout my body as the smoke left my mouth, and Dantte started playing.

What he started playing, you may ask? Sans theme... for the memes, of course.

My hand reached forward, palm facing the Grimm.

Five Gaster Blasters charged their blasts, shooting the beams of plasma a second later.

A grin spread across my face as I felt the power building up, growing stronger, and denser. A second later, a goliath dropped to the ground, its face split in half and holes scattered around its body, the mask falling off. As the giant mammoth was dissolving into black smoke, I turned to the others of the horde.

I could feel the skin of my fingers burning from using my magic to empower five Gaster blasters past their limit.

Despite everything, these things were created by the god of darkness, I'm not only destroying their carcass, only for their essence to return and create more Grimm and resume the endless cycle, but I'm also destroying the magic that kept creating them, over and over again.

And when you're destroying God's creation to its core, the magic required would be too much for a mortal vessel to handle.

Normal Grimm were easy enough to handle, they didn't hold that much power, they were still new, and weak. But these beasts were stronger, smarter, wiser, and held more power than most.

So I had to respond in kind. I couldn't create a blaster big enough to destroy all of the essence without turning into a skeleton myself, but I could dwindle their power to deal with it in the future.

My aura flared, restoring the damage done to my body and I resumed my work.

Nineteen. I needed to take care of nine more. Easy enough.

The blasters shot again, this time, weaker than their previous shot, pushing two Goliaths into the horde, staggering them backward.

I could feel my body vanish, the familiar feeling of teleportation washing over me as I was staring at the four fallen goliaths that were trying their hardest to get up.

The five Gaster Blasters disappeared, only for one to appear beneath me, stopping me from falling.

I took a drag and the giant blue ball that was swelling around in the mouth of the canine skull shot forward into a beam, piercing through the first two goliaths, shredding through the third one, and finally ripping through the belly of the fourth Grimm.

I exhaled the smoke.

My internal organs were burning, literally. They felt like they were disintegrating, and they probably were, only kept in place with my aura. The only reason it was still full was that I was draining all the reserves I saved up for the last week.

I was still a day in.

Five more.

I turned to the others in the horde, they were circling around, wanting to surround us but they were just making themselves easier targets.

So much for the intelligence they build up over the centuries.

Laughable.

The Blast charged up again and I took a drag of my cigarette.

-Flashback End-

I hummed.

"It was easy enough."

I shrugged. Unable to see their faces, I could only rely on the choking sounds Fox and Coco were making to gauge their reactions.

Heh.

"U-um, Prof. Gaster? I've never seen Prof. Dantte fight before, and since you seem to know him, do you know how he fights... or what he uses?"

Asked Velvet as I was turning on the Hard light shield the arena was used to protect the spectators of the fight.

-Flashback-

I watched blankly as Dantte, like the madman that he was, stood on top of disintegrating bodies of three Goliaths stacked on top of each other, with seven others scattered around them.

Some had their faces smashed in, cracks running through their armor from the point of impact, and some had their heads split in half, but that wasn't important right now.

"WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Dantte screeched from the top of the dead bodies. holding two scythes in hand, since he took the weapon of the clone a few minutes ago.

The sun was setting, drawing him in a magnificent light. If anyone made a picture of this, the bystanders would think that this was a hardened warrior, shouting a warrior's cry after a hard-fought battle, no one would suspect that this dumbass was meming.

-Flashback End-

I looked over at the brown-haired girl and shrugged.

"Just like how you would imagine