Valium woke up to the sounds of water rushing beside him, he could feel the little droplets and the coolness of a waterfall hit his cheek. He opened his eyes and stood up to the rushing of the waterfall and looked around to further reveal he was in the Waterfall section of the underground. He put up his left leg than his right and found out he seemed shorter, much shorter. He wasn't wearing his signature green overcoat jacket, black torn slacks along with his black boots. The worst part of all: his uncle's sword was gone. "Think rationally," He thought. "This must all be a trick, something the ventriloquist did to lower my guard." He looked around and stepped forward, it gave out a squeaking noise. He glimpsed down and saw that he was wearing his old bunny slipper. They gave out a squeaking noise every time he walked. "Mom said she loved these, Dad said he wanted to wear them himself." He remembered to keep moving, no matter how much nostalgia it brought him.
After walking for about ten minutes, he heard footsteps. Valium reached for his uncle's sword, remembered it wasn't there, then was attacked by his brother. His brother lifted him up high into the air, squeezing him intensely in a bear hug. "Where you been little bro?" Valium couldn't respond, as the air in his lungs was being pulled out of him like a vacuum. His brother slammed him down and left him dizzy and very confused. "Guys! C'mon you know Mom doesn't like this kind of behavior!" His sister walked up, picked up Valium, then smacked him along the head. "And you! Where have you been for the last half hour?" "I-... I-...." "Trying to make an excuse huh? Well, let's see what Mom and Dad have to say about this!" His sister latched onto his arm and dragged him to his home, not paying attention to the tears coming out of his face.
His sister kicked open the door and threw him on the couch. "You wait here!" Valium's sister stormed off into her room while Valium sat there, drying his face from the tears of joy. "This can't be all in my head, the ventriloquist doesn't know me at all this well." To be certain of this, he pinched his arm. He felt pain, and he could see the blood and feel it rushing out of the skin. (He was human at this time, the only time he was a skeleton was when he was sad or stressed). He heard heavy footsteps coming from the hall into the living room, recognizing the pattern of it. He got up and confronted his Uncle, Papyrus. "Woah, Jesus Valium where have you been huh?" His voice was slightly muffled from the cigarette in his mouth. "Uncle Papyrus? Is that you?" He gave his grandson a confused look. "Do I look different than I usually do?" He gave his uniform a quick inspection. While doing this Valium gave him a tight hug, probably tighter than what his brother gave him on their encounter. Papyrus was startled and quite literally breathless. "Okay, okay, you can get off me now." Valium released from the hug, basically crying like a baby. Papyrus kneeled down and put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong Valium?" He realized that displaying his pain in front of his Uncle would certainly raise suspicion. "I'm fine, I'm just happy to see you." Papyrus chuckled and stood up again. "Thirty minutes of not seeing me will upset you? Then you probably shouldn't go to college." They both chuckled, however, Papyrus put his hand into his jacket pocket and looked around. "Is everyone gone now?" "I-I'm not sure." Papyrus saw the coast was clear and handed him a GB Pistol, small and modified just for him. "Looks like I have to deal with a small problem in Hotlands, you know what that means?" Valium contemplated in his thoughts for a few seconds. "We're gonna take names and kick ass?" Papyrus chuckled and handed him the cartridges. "It's gonna be your punishment." Sans and Frisk walked into the room just as Papyrus swiped off his act, put the pistol in Valium's back pants, and shouted at him. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself? running off and daydreaming of demon hunting?" Sans overheard this and stepped up to Valium, "Are you serious kiddo? Are you daydreaming of hunting demons?" Frisk rushed to him and kneeled down, "Honey, it's dangerous. Not everyone who hunts demons lives another day." The tears formed in his eyes and he remembered their deaths and how they all regretted his final career choice as a demon hunter, except Papyrus. He never saw Papyrus get killed, in fact, Papyrus went missing before the demon invasion on Earth even occurred. "I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to be like you guys." This was the last sentence he said to them before running off for his career and seeing the pain in their eyes as they watched him leave. "I've decided that he should see me in action so he doesn't get ideas of becoming one." Sans looked at Papyrus and he obviously wasn't happy with his delusional choice in punishment. "That's suicide! How is he going to observe you without getting hurt!" Frisk just cuddled up to her son as they argued. "This contract is just a very small problem, he won't get hurt at all, I guarantee it." Sans just angrily looked at Papyrus, since he can't come up with a punishment himself. "Fine! But if my son even has a small scratch on him, I will rain hell on you." "That goes for me as well." Frisk said looking up at Papyrus. "He won't have a single hair touched." Papyrus took Valium with him and they went to the contract. "How small is this contract Uncle?" Papyrus looked at him while walking to Hotlands. "It's harder than last time." "So this isn't a possessed?" "No, it's a Imp."