The Rock N' Roll Car

The Rock N' Roll car is a dense orange forest with a dark orange sky looming above. There is a castle in the middle that houses the rulers of the car.

About this Car
The majority of it is a dark forest with presumably no life within it. Everything is orange, even the buildings, trees, clouds, and the sky. Speaking of the sky, it is dark orange and looks like a void, which it is. There is a castle in the middle of it which used to be owned by the Royal Guitars, but they were dethroned when the Orchestral instruments arrived.

List of People Who Have Been to This Car

 * Sans
 * Ruvyzvat (Ruv)
 * Lord Hater
 * Alice Norbert
 * The Orchestra
 * The Band

= The Rock N' Roll Car (episode) =

The Rock N' Roll Car is the second episode of Book 1.5 - Lost and Found.

Blurb
After Sans and Ruv make their way out of the Sound Car, they must face more challenges within the next one.

Plot
The two passengers walked into the next car, which was a dark forest with reddish-orange trees. A strange low humming could be heard coming from somewhere deep within the woods. “This kind of reminds me of the woods in Snowdin!” Sans said, surprised. “The only difference is the lack of snow” Sans started to walk in one direction, but Ruv started heading in another. “Okay, you take the lead,” Sans said, mildly annoyed that he just flat out ignored him.

As they were walking, the low humming started to get louder, but it also sounded a bit more like music. Sans didn’t really like the eeriness of the situation, so he started up a conversation. “Hey, what do you think that noise is coming from?” That is where the conversation ended, for Ruv yet again did not respond. “Come on man, won’t you at least acknowledge me?” Sans said, starting to sound grumpy himself. Ruv furiously turned around with the same cold gaze as before.

“If you don’t like how I act, then stop following me,” he whispered harshly.

“Fine! I thought we could be friends, but I guess you aren’t so interested in having anyone care about you!” Sans said angrily and teleported behind a nearby tree. He watched Ruv’s face turn from anger to regret, then sadness as he walked away. The skeleton wondered if he was too harsh on Ruv, but pushed that thought aside and focused on the strange low humming instead. He started to tread quietly in the direction it was coming from, and the closer he got to it, the more it sounded like music, sad music. Someone in these woods must be a musician.

Eventually, Sans was close enough to the source that he could hear other things among the noise like voices and something along the lines of drums banging. Sans peeked through the bushes he was hiding behind and saw a single purple bass guitar floating in the air, playing a melancholy tune. He looked over to the left of the sentient instrument and saw many other instruments watching. Among them were, drum sets, other guitars, keyboards, and even microphones. They all looked a little sad, tired, and worn down. What happened to these guys? Sans didn’t realize that he was leaning too far forward and he started to fall over but teleported before he could fall on his face. “That was a close one!” Sans said without knowing that he just revealed himself to everyone. All the instruments went silent and turned towards the lazy skeleton. After a few seconds of almost unbearable silence, one voice broke out.

“ATTACK!”

Almost instantly, all of the instruments were charging towards him, but despite this, Sans was not afraid. He used his levitation powers to lift them all in the air and set them down gently nearby. “How about we talk before attacking each other,” Sans suggested.

“Sorry, we have been bombarded with ambushes recently, so we have been extra paranoid,” the bass guitar apologized.

“It’s okay, but never do that again,” replied Sans. “Who are you people?”

“We are the kingdom of Rock Music,” said the bass guitar proudly. Sans looked around but only saw a camp with a few tents and small houses.

“This is a kingdom?” Sans said, not believing the talking guitar.

“Well, we are what’s left of the kingdom,” the bass guitar’s voice turned mournful. “Ever since the Orchestra arrived, we have been in hiding.” Sans felt a little empathy for these guys, they had been kicked out of their home, just like the monsters.

“I know how you feel, my kind was kicked out of our home too,” Sans said in a comforting way.

“You have been banished as well? By whom?” asked the bass guitar.

“Well, the ancestors were banished, a long time ago, by humans,” answered Sans darkly.

“Humans? The leader of the Orchestra is a human! She helped them take over our kingdom!” said the bass guitar angrily.

“Hey! What is going on here!?” a low and angry voice called out from the woods. Ruv? Sans thought, but the source of the voice was not him, instead it was another skeleton with lightning-bolt horns and glowing green eyes. He was wearing clothes that looked like they came from a department store, except his cape and hood, which looked like clothes made for someone much smaller than him.

“This guy just showed up, and don’t worry, he is just another passenger, not affiliated with the Orchestra,” the bass guitar responded. The horned skeleton approached Sans, glaring right into his eyes.

“Are you sure he is a passenger? Let me see your number,” ordered the skeleton. Sans showed him the hand with the number on it. “Your number is pretty low, how long have you been on the train?”

“Um, about an hour, I think?” Sans guessed. Should I keep track of how long I’ve been on here?

“Oh so you’re new here! My name is Lord Hater! Lord of Rock Music!” the lord then took out his hand to greet Sans with it. Sans looked at his hand and jumped back in shock when he noticed what was on it. His number was VERY high, with numbers above one billion.

“Your number… it’s insanely high!” Sans exclaimed.

“Yes, I know, are you going to shake my hand or not?” asked Hater, sounding a little annoyed. They shook hands and Sans wondered how he got his number so high. I have only seen my number go down. Sans was broken out of his thoughts by Lord Hater’s loud voice.

“So bandmates, do any of you have any plans for our next attack?”

“We can’t fight again this soon Hater, we are too tired and damaged,” said the bass guitar sadly.

“Come on! That battle was days ago, you have to be healed by now!” Everyone looked around and back at Lord Hater with great doubt.

“I’m sorry, but we are in no shape to fight,” the bass guitar said, its voice shaking. Lord Hater looked around the camp, frantically thinking of any ideas, but none came into his mind, and he sat down, looking defeated. Sans felt awful for all of these instruments and wanted to help them, but he knew there was nothing he could do, especially since his gaster blasters were too far away to be teleported here. I know how to fight, but there is no way I am going to attack a whole army. That is when a loud bang was heard from the north, so loud that it shook the ground.

“What was that?” Sans asked everyone.

“It came from the direction of the Orchestra Stage, but I have no idea…” answered the bass guitar, sounding just as appalled as Sans. More bangs occurred, this time they were louder and more violent.

“Something is coming!” shouted Lord Hater. “Everyone, go hide!” In an instant, everyone was frantically searching for a place to hide, everyone but Sans, who stayed in place, staring in the direction of the sounds. More thunderous bangs echoed around the woods, and the occasional red laser had begun to fly through the dark orange sky above. Something was coming, and whatever it was, it was not happy.

As the source of the noises got closer, the more it sounded like someone shooting lasers at something, and the banging was the laser coming in contact with a surface. Maybe I should have hidden with the rest of them. The thing shooting lasers was only seconds away, and Sans braced for attack, then out of the undergrowth, appeared Ruv wielding an arm cannon. He shot several lasers into the woods and Sans could have sworn he saw a violin dashing away. After a few seconds of silence, Ruv pressed a button on the cannon and it turned back into the glove it was before. Ruv sighed in relief and turned around to see where he was. When his eye locked to Sans, his worn-out expression contorted into a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, and his body grew stiff.

“You are here,” he said, shifting his gaze to the forest behind Sans. Lord Hater peeked out from behind a large bush, looking at Sans.

“You know this guy?” asked the horned skeleton.

“Uh, not for very long,” responded Sans.

“Are you close?” When Lord Hater asked that question, Ruv swung his gaze quickly over to him.

“No,” answered Ruv curtly.

“That’s what I guessed, everyone, false alarm, you can come back out now!” As soon as he said that, all of the instruments began creeping out of their hiding spaces, and most of them noticed Ruv.

“Who is that guy?”

“He is definitely not part of the Orchestra.”

“He’s taller than Lord Hater!”

“Why does he look like he could fit perfectly into our group?”

“He does! Hey you! Do you want to join our group?” asked a lone snare drum.

Ruv glanced at the instrument “No, I work alone.” After saying that, he had begun to walk back in the direction of the entrance.

“You know, there is no way out of here unless you get the key,” the bass guitar called out.

“Well, then where is it?” asked Ruv.

“In the Orchestra Castle,” the guitar answered. Ruv let out a small sigh and slumped onto a nearby rock. Sans, despite how Ruv had treated him, felt a little bad for the Russian man and walked over to where he was sitting to talk to him.

“Hey…” started Sans. “I know that we aren’t really, you know, friendly with one another, but I just wanted to say…”

Ruv turned his head to gaze at Sans, his eyes filled with disinterest.

“You a-”

“I am sorry,” Ruv interrupted, and quickly turned his head away from Sans, his face flooded with shame. Sans’ eye sockets widened in surprise.

“A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one,” Sans replied. Ruv made no response, so the skeleton decided it was best to leave him alone. He headed away from Ruv and towards where Lord Hater and the instruments were whispering about something. When they noticed Sans approaching, they abruptly stopped and acted like they were never whispering in the first place.

“Hey Sans, why don’t you take a seat?” Lord Hater suggested.

“Uh ok,” said Sans as he sat down beside him and the instruments.

“So we have come up with an idea. We are not going to fight the orchestra, but sneak past them and take the exit key behind their backs,” said Lord Hater.

“I see what you’re saying,” replied Sans, nodding. “When will we go through with this plan?”

“After we get a good rest.” suggested Lord Hater.

“Of course!” Sans agreed, and almost instantly drifted off to sleep.

~

“You don’t make the rules, I DO!”

“Five more hours Paps,” groaned Sans tiredly.

“Well, it seems like I should rule since you are so horrible at doing it!”

That doesn’t sound like Papyrus… Sans opened one eye socket to see Lord Hater and Ruv who both looked like they were ready to kill each other.

“Horrible!? I reorganized these instruments from forest wanderers into an almost-normal society again! What have you done? Sit on a rock?” Lord Hater yelled.

“Shut up! I have accomplished many things back in my world! Far more than you could ever do!” Ruv roared like a beast. Lord Hater looked down for a moment, and without warning, punched Ruv right in the middle of his face. He stumbled backward, one hand covering where Lord Hater punched him. His eye glared in fury at the hooded skeleton, and he returned the punch with a strong kick that sent Lord Hater to the ground. Ruv started to laugh like a villain as Lord Hater recovered from the strong attack. Sans realized that his fight could become something much worse so he tried to intervene.

“Hey! Stop it! Aren’t you supposed to be fighting the orchestra?” he questioned them. The two changed their focus to Sans and stared angrily at him, though Lord Hater quickly switched to worry.

“You’re right. We are not helping anything by fighting ourselves,” he stated with a strange tone that made Sans feel unnerved. Lord Hater started forming electricity with his hands, and without a second thought, shot Sans right in the soul. “I told you not to do that!” said an angry voice that faded away along with the light.

~

Sans woke up to find himself in a dark dungeon behind bars. The skeleton wondered why he was here, and then remembered that Lord Hater shot him.

“He must’ve taken me here when I was out cold,” Sans realized. “What a numbSKULL eheheh…” A low rumble, followed by a huge crash was heard from what seemed like many floors above him. “I wonder what that is…” questioned Sans. He escaped the cell by teleporting to the other side and started searching for an exit. At the end of the hall, there was a wooden door that was locked, but that wasn’t a problem for Sans. He headed towards it and teleported to the other side. Teleporting has never been more useful. A long, dark, and creepy stairwell loomed in front of him, and Sans had no choice but to go up. I wish I knew what was up there.

After a while, he had to stop skipping steps by teleporting, as it was both dangerous and draining. Ughhh where is everyone… Suddenly, another loud bang rang out throughout the castle, followed by a high-pitched scream. It was way louder than the last time it happened, so Sans believed he must be close. A door could be seen resting along the stairwell, and Sans teleported to the other side. The skeleton closed his eye sockets and leaned against the door, having a moment of rest. When he opened his eye sockets, he instantly felt pure dread. There lay many mangled instruments, mostly string, all across the hall, and the walls and ceiling were covered in what looked like holes from a laser.

“I know they are just instruments, but this is still a sickening thing to see,” he assured himself. Sans slowly started to creep around the “corpses” as to not disturb their remains. He headed towards the ledge that went across the right side of the hall and looked down below. It looked like he was about 15 stories up in the air, as the bottom floor looked incredibly small. For some reason, this reminded him of Asgore’s castle and he started to reminisce about being back home. I’ve been away from home for hours now. He thought wistfully. I wonder if Paps knows I’m missing.

Yet another loud crash roared, only this time it was accompanied by noises that sounded a bit like distorted music. This caught Sans off guard and he almost fell off the balcony but stumbled backward before he could fall. “I have got to get to the source of those crashes,” Sans whispered harshly. He looked back at the mutilated remains of the string instruments and started to creep back to the door where the stairwell lay, but a single, familiar, voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Sans?!” it said. The skeleton turned his head and saw none other than the same purple bass guitar that he heard way back when he first entered this car.

“Uh, yeah, it’s me,” he responded.

“I thought you were dead, well, that’s what Lord Hater told us…” Its voice faded into silence, realizing something it disliked. “He lied to us and betrayed you. I thought he was a good person.”

“Well that’s what you get for trusting somebody named ‘Lord Hater’ hehe,” Sans said in a lighter tone.

The bass guitar let out a small, melancholy chuckle in response.

“Though in all seriousness, what is causing those loud noises?” he asked.

“Oh, uh that’s Ruv… uh trying to kill everyone?” it said, sounding like it forced those words out. All remaining happiness from Sans faded away and was replaced with worry.

“We have to find Ruv,” he ordered.

~

Many more blasts shook what felt like the entire castle, and Sans knew they were close.

“We are almost there!” assured the bass guitar.

“Thanks for reminding me, uh, what’s your name?” Sans asked after realizing he never learned its name.

“Oh…” it slowed its hovering down. “We instruments don’t have names.”

“Well, how about I call you Purple, because that’s what you are, purple!” Sans suggested.

“Okay! I’m Purple!” it said proudly.

Soon, they arrived at the top of the staircase and a golden door lay in front of them. On the door, there was an emblem that was probably two guitars positioned like an ‘X’, but it was covered up by a picture of a violin. “Let’s go in,” said Sans. They busted the door down and saw that the other side contained a nearly demolished throne room. Lord Hater was being held up by Ruv who looked like he was about to blast him into oblivion. Ruv and many instruments, most of them damaged, froze in place when Sans and Purple entered the room.

“Sans?” Ruv muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” the skeleton asked. Ruv dropped Lord Hater and took a few steps closer before answering Sans’ question.

“That utter fool,” he said pointing at Lord Hater, “gave you away to the Orchestra Queen, and I assumed she killed you, so I vowed revenge.”

“I’m sorry! It was the only way she would have given us the key!” Lord Hater sobbed.

“Well, where is she anyway?” asked Sans. Ruv pointed toward the corner to the right of him, and a small human wearing a purple vest with many green numbers on her right arm was sitting there looking very afraid. The short skeleton was sort of taken aback at how weak she looked. This is the person everyone in this car is afraid of? “Are you really the Orchestra Queen?” Sans asked her. She stayed silent for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding. “Why would you do this?” The Orchestra Queen sighed before responding to Sans’ question

“I and the orchestra are stuck here, we were just passing through but the car wouldn’t let us out despite us having the key, graciously given to us by the Band Instruments. Since we were stuck, I grew selfish and decided to take over the kingdom, preventing anyone else from leaving,” her voice faded as she gloomily looked to the floor. “I am sorry for what I did.”

“Well, this can teach you a lesson,” Ruv said, charging up his arm cannon. However, before he could shoot her, Sans intervened.

“Wait!” he shouted. The skeleton saw the confusion on the Orchestra Queen’s face as he turned to look at her. “Now is the time to reset. Start over and change your ways,” Sans said, staring at her with his pitch-black eye sockets. He then held out his hand and said, “Is that what you want?” The human slowly placed her hand on his and he helped her back onto her feet. She then dug into a pocket on her vest, took the key out, and gave it to Sans.

"Now you can leave," she stated calmly.