[Horror In The Eyes] = "Lovecraftian Horrortale" = Horrortale + "The Lurking Fear"

Preface: I hereby declare that the monster civilization that once thrived alongside human civilization, sharing many historical intersections before vanishing without a trace in recent centuries, has met its end. Young investigator Ms. Aliza has brought us valuable information—she has unlocked the secret of the "lurking horror" that shrouds the Mount Ebott region. The killers who slaughtered the mountain's inhabitants are the last remaining branch of the monster race—a group primarily composed of the Dreemurr clan. Centuries ago, to escape human colonization, they isolated themselves in their mansions. Over a few generations, inbreeding, self-fertilization, and decline led to cannibalism, degenerating into degenerate savages. It is these descendants who are now attacking these villages. Their civilization met its end before their own kind, and what remains on the mountain is a blasphemous stain. Therefore, the city government has adopted the young woman's suggestion and will bombard Mount Ebott for the next week until it is razed to the ground, paying a final tribute to this civilization that once had a brief encounter with humanity. The following archive will summarize Aliza's observations along the way, using her unique individual identity as a unit. This may become the only way for future humans to understand the final dark days of this once-existing race.

Flowey: Asriel Dreemurr, the last monster recorded to leave the Dreemurr mansion on Mount Ebott. This is the pseudonym he used when exchanging letters with his closest friend Chara. These scattered letters now become Aliza's only written way of understanding this race of monsters.

Aliza: A young paranormal investigator (also known as a monster hunter) calls herself that. In 19XX, she traveled to Mount Ebott to investigate a massacre caused by a "lurking horror." There, she met Frisk Monroe, a journalist who claimed to have witnessed the lurking terror's true form. The two decided to stay in the area temporarily, documenting their knowledge in an attempt to uncover the truth behind the tragedy. However, Frisk's mysterious death on a stormy night left her with no choice. After briefly researching the history of the area, she rushed madly into the dense molehill-like caves of the mountain...

Napstablook: A spirit that appears to be slowly fading and disappearing, with no trace of its identity or past. However, after traveling for a period of time, Aliza made the following speculation about its existence: in declining civilizations and populations, culture and art will be the first to die out, and the vigorous fantasy about ghosts is gradually fading away in the primitive communication that is constantly being simplified and negated.

Toriel: This hideous, degenerate creature seems to have once been the dignified lady in the photo of Dreemurr's mansion. It's easy to surmise that amidst endless inbreeding and cannibalism, only the strongest individuals escaped being devoured by the relentless tide of population. The long dark years have nearly eroded her ability to speak and reason, yet compared to the promiscuous offspring who have completely degenerated into writhing beasts, she still has ample room to serve as an educator. Her nearly carbonized fist seems to reveal the ultimate destination of the monster royal family's unique fire magic: to crush those who dare to kill their own kind.

Sans: Even Aliza, who had witnessed all the cruel horror, couldn't help but evade the question of that short, wiry skeleton, like a tree stump. She couldn't even begin to speculate about the horrific burnt-out hole in his head. "Barbaric organ donation" had already reached the limit of her ability to express herself. "After that, he lost what he saw—he had seen it, but now he couldn't... And so time, unimaginable eons, was inflicted upon him, centered around that wound." She spoke in a trembling voice.

Papyrus: A fellow skeleton monster—the rarest species in the Ebott underground—his story is much simpler: with a chance at ancestral grace, a rekindled wisdom allowed him to pick up the vestiges of his sense of honor and responsibility. He donned the tattered, now useless, guard armor found in the ruins of a mansion—clearly the traces of civilization didn't belong to any newborn, brooding creature with a complex family history. They've slaughtered each other and survived to this day. His tall, slender frame and the stump he held in his mouth proved he lacked the terrifying bone density of his only other kind.