"So, Mr. Weasley. Do you really think that you're innocent? After I specifically found video evidence of you putting graffiti on MY school?" Jevil asked, smiling at a tied up student in front of him. Jevil was on top of a stage, with a couple of students tied up by the best restraint in the world...Christmas lights. 

     The stage was no more than 5 feet off the ground floor, and below that stage was something nasty and ghastly waiting for them. The thousands of zombies reached their hands up towards Jevil, the height being the only thing keeping them, and the rest of the survivors, apart. 

     They were like little wrapped up and decorated presents for the zombies to feast into. Nothing could possibly more lovely than that!

     "P-Please, sir! I-I didn't do anything!"

     "Liar," Jevil hissed. He grabbed the student by the rope and pulled him towards the end of the stage. The student struggled to get out, screaming at the top of their lungs as if that would help. Jevil, with no remorse, threw him off the stage and into the crowd of zombies that awaited their next meal. He screamed and screamed, and that was when Jevil felt truly at home and ready in his new position in this apocalyptic world.

     "You monster, it's one thing to reject kids but it's another to throw them into a crowd of zombies and let them be eaten alive!" someone called. Jevil turned around slowly and met eyes with Asgore, who was struggling to get out as well. Next to him were only three other kids who had not yet been interrogated, but they already knew how they were going to turn out based upon the result of the last 30, or so, people and monsters. 

     "You heard me, he spray-painted graffiti on my school!" Jevil stepped forward, making sure that Asgore felt fully uneasy just looking at him. "He deserved it. He had it coming."

     "No one deserves to be eaten bit by bit and turned into one of them!" Asgore reminded him, for the possible millionth time. It wasn't going to work, he was long gone. The last of the boy's screams could be heard as the last of him hit the floor where all the others were.

    "I'll be coming to you next, don't you worry!" 

    "Couldn't you just let us out?"

   "That wouldn't be fun now would it?" Jevil stepped forward and looked down upon his soon-to-be victim. "You know it's too late to change me, right?"

   "You're a murderer! Karma is going to bite your arse, just you wait!" Asgore shouted. Jevil walked towards him and took out a roll of duct tape.

   "I think it's time you shut your mouth!" Jevil told him. Asgore squirmed and tried to get away from him, but it was too late. Jevil placed the tape across his mouth and around his head and then cut the rest off with his scythe. "You look much more seductive. Don't you think?" 

   Asgore couldn't say much of anything apart from muffled screams and cries. Jevil turned away from Asgore and looked back at the zombies.

  "Once I make sure the rest of you get eaten alive, I'll be off and away!"

  Jevil looked at the other kids with glee as they screamed at him to stop.

  "I AM THE RULER OF THIS WORLD NOW!" Jevil snapped. He walked behind Asgore, setting his hands on his shoulders and leaning into his ear. "And if anyone dares mess with me, they will be so very sorry they ever did."

  Jevil walked away from Asgore and went to the back of the stage, and to the far left. Pulleys and levers, all marked with what they did, were attached to the wall. Jevil quickly flipped a switch up, and in response, a spotlight shone on top of Asgore.

  "What the hell is he doing?" Asgore thought. More spotlight's shone on each of the last remaining people that were there. He looked down at his pocket that was just out of reach; Jevil hasn't realized that Asgore prepared for this. His hands were tied behind his back, though, so it made it difficult to grab it. He inched his hands closer...closer...and finally he managed to grab a small metal nail file. 

  "Now then, why don't we continue with our little show!" Jevil walked in front of another student, who was crying so much that the whole place could possibly have been flooded. 

  "PLEASE SIR, I DON'T WANNA DIE! I DON'T WANNA! I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNA!" the student cried. It didn't stop Jevil, though, who continued his interrogation process. Meanwhile, Asgore was slowly cutting his way through the lights that bound his hands together. Asgore felt the pressure of trying to do this carefully weigh on his shoulders.

   "Come on, just a little further," Asgore thought. 

   SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

  Jevil looked up, as did everyone, at the sound of tires scraping across the ground outside. It was loud, and they could also hear the sound of people talking. Jevil stopped and got up, and listened to hear who it was.

  "Do you think anyone's still here?"

  "I heard screaming through here...god, I hope my dad is safe and sound in there," came the mysterious voices. Actually, they weren't that mysterious at all and were actually very recognizable. Jevil knew who it was without even needing to comfirm his suspicion; he had memorized every student's voice in the school in case of...scenario's.

  "Oh, this shall be very interesting indeed!" Jevil laughed and began walking to the end of the stage.

  "Alright, let's see what you children got!"