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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Frisk/Sans, Alphys/Undyne, Mettaton/Papyrus, Asgore_Dreemurr/Toriel,
      Chara/Asriel_Dreemurr
  Character:
      Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, Undyne, Toriel, Mettaton, Asgore, Flowey
      a.k.a._Asriel, chara_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Soulmate-Identifying_Marks, the_above_world_isn't_what_the_monsters_think
      it_is..., poor_Chara, Poor_Frisk, poor_six_children, HUMANS_CAN_BE_SO
      EVIL, poor_Asriel_and_Chara!, Toriel_and_Asgore_eventually_get_back
      together, Frisk_and_Sans_are_oblivious_knumskulls, pure_snowflake
      Papyrus, what_have_I_done_to_the_poor_children?, the_symbol_for_the
      ancient_gylph!, Slow_Burn, MALE_FRISK_DEAL_WITH_IT, I_normally_only_write
      slash_so_xp, angst_ahoy, maybe_smut_ahoy, slow_burn_like_baby_snail_slow,
      but_there_is_fluff_in_the_form_of_Toriel..._the_fluff_mama, Past_Rape
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-12 Updated: 2016-09-27 Chapters: 6/? Words: 10790
****** Red Water for the Golden Flowers ******
by littleberd
Summary
     Frisk runs, the heavy foot falls of the hunters steps gaining on him.
     DON'T TURN BACK! OR YOU'RE DEAD!
     Frisk runs faster, that's all that he's good for. That's why they are
     hunting him now.
     Frisk shoves a branch out of the way and trips over a marker and
     gulps, swiping hindering tears from his eyes. The hunters have the
     home field now... this is where they had been herding him in the
     first place. This is where they take the children that have the
     marks.
     This is where the so called Flowers of Eternal life are said to be...
     at the bottom of the pit a few yards away, where if you ever eat
     them, you will just be trapped below and torn apart by the monsters
     and evil creatures that fell in when they tried to get the flower's
     magic.
     The Golden Flowers of Eternal Life that only grow with the every
     hundred year sacrifice of a marked child's life blood...
     Frisk refuses to go down without a fight, he had been brought up as
     little more than cattle since birth. But this was life or death, and
     no way was this going to be easy.
     The hunter steps forward, it fills Frisk with Determination.
***** Down the Rabbit Hole *****
Frisk runs, the heavy foot falls of the hunters steps gaining on him.
DON'T TURN BACK! OR YOU'RE DEAD!
Frisk runs faster, that's all that he's good for. That's why they are hunting
him now.
Frisk shoves a branch out of the way and trips over a marker and gulps, swiping
hindering tears from his eyes. The hunters have the home field now... this is
where they had been herding him in the first place. This is where they take the
children that have the marks.
This is where the so called Flowers of Eternal life are said to be... at the
bottom of the pit a few yards away, where if you manage to eat one, you will
just be trapped below and torn apart by the monsters and evil creatures that
fell in when they themselves tried to get the flower's magic.
The Golden Flowers of Eternal Life that only grow with the every hundred year
sacrifice of a marked child's life blood...
Frisk refuses to go down without a fight, he had been brought up as little more
than cattle since birth. But this was life or death, and no way was this going
to be easy.
The hunter steps forward, it fills Frisk with Determination.
Frisk ducks under the silent knife's slash, kicking out at the hunter, one of
the group of grown men that hit Frisk everyday to instill silence; Because
sacrificial black sheep didn't talk, those marked were sacrifices. Preordained
to meet their demise and fulfill their place in life as nothing but fertilizer
for a flower that might not even exist at the bottom of a giant pit no one
dared go down and was told as a bedtime story in order to bring fear and
control over the villagers.
All because there was a weird black gylph-like birthmark over his heart. Frisk
wished he could just tear that piece of skin off, had even managed to get a
knife once and slashed at it. But it was still there, imprinted into his very
muscle. And the head priest had beat him to near an inch of his life when he
found out. That sick fucker.
If Frisk wanted to kill anyone it would be him. The man called 'Father' who
waltzed around like he owned the village, who did those vile acts... who
purified every sacrifice in a public exhibition every year on the date of their
birth, the raping pig that everyone believed was a saint. He was the only man
to ever eat one of those damned flowers. He's been alive for more than 700
years. Seven children had been sent to their deaths, 7 innocent kids... and
this disgusting man has managed to live more than 7 times the average human.
Frisk really wanted to kill that man.
Distracted by his thoughts the hunter grabs Frisk's striped ceremonial shirt,
landing a solid punch to his gut, Frisk chokes on air and blood dribbles out of
his mouth, tongue bleeding from his own bite. Frisk grabs the hunter's head and
brings up his knee in retribution, a resounding crack and instant limpness
brings a Manic grin to Frisk's face. He pushes the body away from him so he
doesn't get stuck underneath it. The man's nose is broken, it was hit in just a
way that it would pierce the brain and kill instantly.
Jax would be proud...
Frisk swipes another tear from his eye and retrieves the man's knife. A kick to
his back and Frisk whirls around, plunging the dagger's business end deep into
the coward's calf. An outraged squeal, a curse, and another kick sent Frisk
closer to the pitiful grave of his fellow ostracized sacrifices. Frisk sits up,
clutching his injured and badly bruised side, and looks into the eyes of one of
the 'Father's' most loyal lackeys. Frisk snarls and is further filled with
determination.
The hunter chuckles menacingly, taking a step forward with enough ego to
slaughter a pack of wolves. Frisk strikes like a viper and kicks, aiming for
the knife handle and driving the dagger further into the bastard's leg, the
very tip is visible from the back of his calf.
The hunter screams bloody murder but moves to kick him again. Frisk dives for
his feet before they can make full contact and pick up more speed, making the
cloaked man stumble from misbalance and face plant in the ground. Frisk yanks
the knife from his leg and another blood curdling scream rips free from the
man's painted throat.
More foot steps and now there are 6 hunters that surround him, each holding
their own ceremonial dagger. Mr. Calf cramp gets up and joins the group. Frisk
stands up on shaking legs, they had been hounding him for a day and a half. He
had already killed 3 hunters within that time period, including Mr. Broken
nose. No sacrifice has killed more than one hunter besides the first
sacrifice... Chara... she killed all but one hunter who fell in with her to
their mutual grave. Frisk grins I can really respect that chick even though
I've never met the dead girl. It made people think twice about killing us...
but made more believe it was justified. , his grin turns into a grimace. His
severely bruised side twitches and burns in abuse.
They slowly get Frisk closer and closer to the edge of the pit, some lucky
blows kill another 3 but Frisk pays dearly for the death toll. One of them
managed to slice Frisk's left hand, the one that had been weilding the dagger,
the dagger now too far away to get.
Frisk grips his hand in agony but glares defiance at the remaining 3 hunters,
all weary and cautious. The one with the bleeding calf is less so and barrels
forward, Frisk manages to dodge him but they both trip, him into the pit, and
Frisk to the very edge, scrambling for purchase, fingers clenching onto
threadbare grass roots, and feet digging into ancient dirt. Seeing a chance,
the remaining 2 lunge forward, seeking to end Frisk's grip on the edge of life,
on the shadow-filled pit, on his defiance and determination.
A sickening Earthly crack halts everyone. And then all three of them are
falling, Frisk hears two crunches and muffled screams before Frisk is no longer
holding onto anything.
The shadows swallow him whole.
***** knock-knock *****
The snow crunches under his furry house slippers, Sans feels the magic in his
soul stirring, it quickens and soon there is a simmering heat. The snow starts
to melt under his feet.
Sans gasps, clutching his chest, he chuckles excitedly, "Well its about damn
time, I've been waitin' forever for ya to show up kid."
Sans teleports to Alphys's lab, "Hey! Alphys! Find out who was born today! It's
important!"
Alphys, who is currently eating a cup of ramen, flings the container in the air
with a scream. She shakily turns around to glare at Sans, "Sa-Sans! Ho-how m-
mm-many times have I t-told you not to-to teleport b-behind me?"
Sans grabs her hand and drags the lizard over to her cluttered and dusty work
station, "This-this was too important not to Alphys! MY-MY OTHER HEART WAS JUST
BORN!"
Alphys squeals, "FINALLY! SOMEONE I KNOW FINALLY FELT A SOUL LONGING!!! Ok..."
Alphys types into the computer... but the page goes blank after a click, Alphys
starts sweating.
Alphys chuckles nervously, "umm... maybe my computer is outdated? It-it isn't
showing any new births Sans..."
An alarm interrupts Sans reply, Alphys is in serious geek mode. Several pages
pop up on the computer, but none of them have anything to do with birth.
Alphys turns around, "A human has been sighted falling into the ruins-..."
Sans is gone.
***
Frisk whimpers on the ground, blood pooling, the roots of the golden flowers
already wrapping Frisk up in a tight embrace, seeming to constrict and making
an attempt to squeeze out every last drop of red.
He passes out, angry voices, hot-burning, soft downy fur, a kiss on his
forehead, gentle arms lifting him up, calming whispers in tenor tone, the faint
smell of burnt sugar and butterscotch.
Frisk wakes up with a start, hands grasping well-loved quilts and eyes seeing
nothing but darkness. Frisk tries to get up, only to let out a pained yelp.
Clicking nails on wood and soft padded footsteps alert Frisk and then the door
is squeaking open. Frisk is not prepared to feel a reassuring furry hand over
his own.
All Frisk can do is gap like a goldfish. A human-sounding chuckle echoes around
the room and then the monster is nonchalantly sitting down in the chair by the
bed with a comfortable squish noise. The being props up the pillow and raises
Frisk up gently, placing the plate of pie and fork on the nightstand with a
quiet 'clink'.
"You poor child, you must be starving! I brought you a piece of butterscotch
pie, I hope you will eat it, monster food is very healthy for humans." She
explains, furry hand once agian holding his own tenderly, immediate trust
ripples through him like a tidal wave, though tried to fight it off it still
wrapped around his heart like an anaconda and squeezed.
Frisk slowly outstretches his hand and touches her muzzle, she squeaks but
doesn't move, "r-rrr-ea-l" Frisk manages to croak out, the voice that hasn't
been heard or used in over 10 years, it startles them both.
She smiles and gently takes Frisk's hand off of her face, "My name is Toriel,
and yes I am real my child. And this- this is your new home. I've been waiting
for you for so long... and that flower almost-" Toriel chokes down a sob, "but
it didn't, you are safe here and always shall be my child."
Frisk is too shocked to do more than blink back tears, its like this is a dream
and he's going to wake up any second now by a harsh slap and a stinging kick...
or worse. His thoughts turn to the darkest place they could... to the 'Father'.
He unconsciously releases a whimper and tears are pouring down his face like a
waterfall.
Toriel is dabing his face with a handkerchief and gingerly lifting Frisk's
malnourished body into her lap, cuuing and slowly carding her fingers through
his newly washed hair, having awoken cleaner than the day he was born. This is
what a mom feels like.
Frisk grins dolefully, pushing away from Toriel and wiping his eyes with his
shirt sleeve,"C-ccnt b-eei."
Toriel raises an unseen eyebrow at Frisk's words, Frisk pulls at his shirt,
ignoring the internal scream of agony his bandaged, badly bruised, body. She
cuts the pie and shoves it into Frisk's mouth, he's so startled he swallows.
"My pie may taste like a dream, but I assure you it's all real my child. Now,"
Toriel smirks at Frisk, again going unseen by him, once more holding Frisk
close, "you're going to be confined to your bed for a few days because you have
a couple of broken bones and scratched eyes, but our food will do its work, so
I am going to give you lessons and puzzles to do in here. And don't worry...
seeing isn't everything... and your temporary blindness will fade."
And so, Frisk learns how to read and write without the use of his sight, slowly
regaining his voice back and deciphering riddles like a champ within a few
weeks.
But a day after Frisk's arrival comes the knocking... it started softly for a
couple of days, Toriel would go out of his room and there would be some words
exchanged, and some laughter. But then it got louder, and then there was
yelling... and then there was silence.
Toriel wouldn't tell Frisk, and he tried everything to get her to talk about
it... but she wouldn't say a peep.
The day when Frisk was finally able to walk around unattended, albeit bumping
into many things and cursing at stubbed toes under his breath, he travels down
some stairs and halts upon a stranger's voise, it's deep and husky and sounds
like crackling fire.
Frisk quickly finds a little niche in a wall covered by a... tapestry maybe, by
the feeling and texture of it. Toriel murmurs a harsh goodbye and stomps away.
Phew~ found a hiding place just in time, now to investigate the rude stranger!
Frisk hobbles towards the door after a good minute Toriel leaves, feeling for
it with his hand and soon strikes smooth polished wood, traveling downward, he
feels a door knob. He quickly jiggles it but it's locked.
Frisk huffs dejectedly, pressing his back to the door and slides down in
defeat.
*Knock* *Knock*
Frisk startles and scrambles away, after a moment of silence Frisk dares to
answer, "Woo'z th-air?"
"Sans."
Frisk tilts his head, I remember the village children would play this sort of
joking game... ok, I'll play, not like there's much to do with me being blind
anyway, that and I can get him to talk. "Zanz woo?"
A flames snickering, "Sans I'm looking for my soulmate can you please open the
door?"
Frisk snorts,"th-at waz ter-bul. Cnn't... d-oor li-oc-ed. D-on-t kn-o wh-air k-
e is... culd-n-t s-e it ev-en i-v I woo-ant-ed to."
"bummer, and I've been waiting since I was just a baby bones to meet them."
Frisk raises an eyebrow," Ba-be b-owns?"
"oh yeah, was a grave full when I was a little kid, but then Pap's came along
and I straightened up... kind ov, still have a slight bit of skuliosis that
flares up from time to time. See, I don't do much anymore except the oddball
check point guard here, hot dog vendor there, mainly just secretly follow my
knumbskull baby bro around making sure he doesn't innocently stumble into
trouble like he tends to do."
"Woo-ish I h-ad s-zome-won l-ike th-at."
A small sad chuckle escapes both parties, "Pap's doesn't like it much, he's an
independent skele-ton of bonehead, but I know that I'll keep him safe that
way... probably. Lesser dog almost ate him last week."
"WOO-AT!? IZ -E O-K-A?" , Frisk screeches, then swivvels his head around to
hear if Toriel had heard his outburst, no noises sound except for the slight
song of fire coming from the other side of the door.
After a few laughs at Frisk's expense Sans answers, "Yeah, Lesser Dog got a
firm chewing. Pap's lectures can make my eardrums bleed, and I don't have any
ear drums. But when he went through that I decided to give him some slack but
he's still going to be on a short leash until he stops hounding random
strangers for food."
Frisk releases a snort, "E m-muh-st b-be -av-ihn-guh a r-uff t-ttie-muh."
There's an awkward silence and then a guffaw of laughter, it feels like a full
blown sauna in the basement, Frisk swivvels his head around trying to hear if
he's been heard by Toriel once again, Frisk hears no tall-tale clicking of
clawed toes, the monster's crackly peals of laughter fade after a few minutes,
dissolving into the random snicker and the sound of regaining breath, "That was
a good one kiddo, made my cheekbones hurt cuz I wasn't expecting it. But be
honest with me... and ya don't gotta answer me if ya don't want to but... is
there really a human behind this door?"
If only you knew... "Y-ya-zzzz."
"ok... one more question... is it-is it y-are you the huma- no never mind,
that's being too invasive."
Frisk understands what he's asking perfectly and it's a bit of a creepy
coincident with that thought that had just gone through his head not three
seconds ago, "A-nduh... i-v I woo-az?"
A quiet pause and the rattling of something sounded through the door," I
wouldn't treat ya any different from any monster I know. Monsters judge by
actions not looks. Every monster looks different aftrall. And some are more
humorous than others."
Frisk chuckles, "All-muh-ohst dih-dunt ca-tchuh -th-thaht woo-on. Hoo-moar-
ouz."
"I like ya kid, give me a name that I can put to your voice." He says gently,
almost hesitantly.
"N-A-muh iz... f-fuh-r-i-sk. A-nd I-I can-uh t-t-tr-eye t-to h-hel-p y-u-oo f-
v-i-nd y-u-or s-s-oh-uhl-m-m-ate. F-v-i-nd k-e t-to oh-pen d-or, muh-a-buh-e g-
geh-tuh T-T-or-e t-to h-hel-p y-u-oo t-oo-"
"Nah Frisk, don't tell the goat lady that I'm back. I don't want ya gettin in
trouble over helping little ol' me, kid. You didn't do anything bah-ah-ah-ah-
d afterall." The sun's voice cuts Frisk off, "Besides... she'll eventually open
this door... she can't resist this bone-fied bag of bones furever... I'll just
have to use my punny charm and coxal her into opening the door for a peek
someday."
"tear-i-bul p-uns" Frisk croaks, chuckles sounding like a frog more than a
human, "b-b-uh-t oh-k-a. T-ti-b-ia ho-ho-ne-st, i-I h-hav-nt t-ta-*yawn*-lied
th-thi-z l-l-ohn-guh i-in a v-air-y l-l-ohn-guh t-t-i-muh, hav-nt *yawn* u-sed
th-is v-oi-*yawn*ce in a l-lohng t-time *yawn* ei-th-er..."
"What do you mean by that kiddo?" A rattle and the heat intensifies through the
door.
Frisk feels himself slowly floating away into sleep, he grasps for
consciousness and holds out for a few more seconds... just enough to answer,
"t-taint-ed do*yawn*-nt sp-ea-kuh... b-bad*yawn*... l-ik-e h*yawn*-u-man... n-
noh-tuh wh-ah-t I *yawn*w-waz ma-*yawn*maduh f-or... fl-our *yawn*f-oo-duh..."
Frisk drifts off to a warm sleep, a soft kitten-like snore escapes his lips.
Sans gets up, brushing off the snow from his hoodie, "Sleep well kiddo... I've
gotta ketchup on Pap's. Hear ya later Frisk, sweet dreams."
Putting a skeletal hand against the door with a sigh, he leaves.
***** Shocker *****
Frisk is awake with a start, shifting under the familiar comfortable hexagonal
quilt, the rustle of cloth and movement to his right alerts him of Toriel's
presence. Wait a second, why am I in the bed? I thought I was by the doo-
SMACK
Frisk's eyes open and a blurry headache of kaleidoscope colors with no shape
and the shock make him blink back tears. He closes them, keeping the migraine
waiting to happen at bay. Di-did she just?!
"NEVER! EVER! DO THAT AGAIN!", Toriel grabs him and clutches Frisk to her chest
as tears drip onto his head and her quietly sobbing body shakes, harshly
petting Frisk's head with a worried hand, Frisk holds his stinging cheek in his
palm, "You! I-I couldn't find you! You didn't answer when I called for you. I
was looking EVERYWHERE for you! I even went back to where you fell! I was
worried that-that someone had-had... and that AWFUL FLOWER IS STILL-!"
She-she slapped me-but she was worried about me? But what does she mean by
"Flour?"
Toriel pulls back and dabs a handkerchief to her eyes, sniffling,"I-I can't
lose anothe- that a-acursed WEED has lead to the death of-of nearly every child
th-that has fallen before you. H-IT NEARLY HAD YOU WHEN I HEARD YOUR SCREAM!
You don't understand how DANGEROUS it is for a child here, let alone, a HUMAN
child!"
Frisk still blinks in shock. She slapped me... but she was worried about me?
Wait... other children?
"Woo-at h-ha-ppen-ed to o-other ch-chil-dren? Woo-at flour?" Frisk asks,
wanting desperately to know the end the sacrifices before him suffered out of
principle.
Toriel stood, setting Frisk against the pillows abruptly, "I-I've said too
much. I'm going to destroy the door... before your fate ends the way theirs
did. I-I can't stand to lose another child... two were too many... 8 is far too
much."
She quickly walks to the bedroom door, but pauses, "I left a book that I found
in Brail for you on the nightstand, you have excelled quite wonderfully in your
reading studies, almost beyond that of a monster. You are grounded for a week,
so that should keep you busy for a while if you get bored. Please... do not
leave this room my child, I cannot bare to see your death." And with a soft
click, Toriel left Frisk alone with the monster history book.
Frisk groans dejectedly, though he sort of gets the concept of her assault on
his cheek now. She slapped me because I scared her, she was scaredforme
though... The corners of Frisk's mouth turned up just the slightest bit, the
hand holding his cheek curled and pressed gently into it. slaps from Toriel
aren't so bad...
Frisk is slightly worried about the door. He understands that she is protecting
him from whatever is on the otherside, and it has something to do with a
flower, which apparently killed the other sacrifices thrown down here. We were
thrown down to feed the flowers... maybe that bastard meant theflower? Is that
who Toriel is talking about? But that guy behind the door... he's looking for
his soulmate behind here... monsters have soulmates... hmm...
Frisk gently grabs the book on the nightstand, it feels like dust had claimed
it for far too long but it is leatherbound and old, opening it made the book's
spine crack like an old man at a chiropractors office, the pages are made of
animal hide and the Brail is a little hard to read but Frisk manages.
Frisk turns to the table of contents and finds soulmates at chapter 13.
Every Monster has a soulmate, a single soulmate. If a monster is born before
their soulmate, they will feel a rush of their magic and a nagging feeling
until they find them. When soulmate Monsters look into each others eyes for the
first time, they feel their souls connecting. After that, there isn't anyway to
stop the bond. Devotion at first sight. And if you do not have eyes? Why, you
can feel the sense of Ardor around them. Their magic will wrap around you and
leave you feeling happy, content, adored.
Frisk's smile brightens. That's so cute... love at first sight...
Soul bonding is the second phase of the magical process. Spending more than
half of the day together for atleast the first three days is mandatory. It can
cripple both souls beyond repair if this step is skipped, there is little
chance of survival after the first three days if the souls do not bond
correctly.
Frisk's eyebrows scrunch together. This is seriously dangerous then. Good thing
I'm a Humanthen. Frisk's fingers gently follow the next paragraph.
The third step, once the souls have been securely bonded to insure this next
step does not cause death, is the act of becoming one, in both body and soul.
If one or both are not virgins it can be slightly painful in this process,
especially if they did not lose their virginity consensually.
Frisk cringes. So that exists here too... hopefully monsters aren't attracted
to humans... why was the guy behind the door looking for a human if he was
looking for his soulmate? Frisk continues reading.
It will take several times before a child can be created. Monster children are
rare and highly cherished amongst Monsters.
That sort of explains why Toriel is so heart broken about the other sacrifice's
deaths... humans don't cherish their young as much... those twins, Jeromy and
Jasmine I think, were sold to pay for their parent's debts. Frisk's fingers
jerk back when he places them on the next sentence.
Some Monster's are lucky or unlucky enough to have human soulmates.
Frisk shakes his head in refusal, but his hand reads on as if with a mind of
it's own.
Human soulmates are slightly different, in that they do not have to be as near
to their monster soulmate as a monster and monster destined couple would have
to be. However, the first step must be met with or without sight, a foot
difference will initiate the step in case of sightlessness.
WHAT!
The third step will be excruciatingly painful for the human if it is not a
virgin, and very life threatening if it was raped. The human will not have the
syncing quality of magic that monsters share when soulbonding. They have a
concentrated amount of Determination that would be lethal to Monsters. However,
a Human who is a Monster's Soulmate will have more Determination than an
average human, the excess Determination will manifest as a mark on the humans
skin.
Frisk whimpers but resists the urge to throw the book away and escape, it feels
like there's no oxygen in the air, Frisk's breaths come in haggered inhales and
ragged exhales. NO!NO!NO!!! WAS-IS HE MY SOULMATE?!?! MY-MY TAINTING BIRTHMARK-
THE THING THAT LET THEM DO WHATEVER THE HELL THEY WANTED TO ME... WA-IS A
SOULMARK!? Frisk hesitantly rests his hand on the page, finding his last spot
and shakily reads on.
Once the first step has been accomplished a non-lethal amount of Determination
will mark the Monster with an exact replica of the Human's mark. It will then
start the flow of magic and Determination between the two, and because of the
careful instinctual sharing of power, both bodies adjust to become able to use
both magic and Determination. It allows for the human counterpart to also age
as it's Monster soulmate does.
Frisk stops for a moment to collect his breath again, tears are pouring down
his face now. I-I'm scared... I-I don't like this book anymore...
Human and Monster soulmates are rare and only happen once every hundred years.
By right they would have normally become the new monarchs of the Monster's. But
that was in a time before the war. Now it is treason to go beyond the first
step with a human and if they are not brought to King Asgore... the Monster's
death is assured as well as the human's harsh treatment in extraction. Which as
all Monster's know, aiding or hiding a human is treason, a crime punishable by
death.
Toriel could d-die? Because she helped me? Frisk gets up, hands shaking, The
nice monster behind the door too... my-my soulmate...
Frisk exhales a trembling gust of fear. I can't let them get hurt. I-I need to
turn myself in to Asgore, that way no one will get hurt... all I have to do is
get out of the ruins and then find where King Asgore is... maybe I can even get
out of this without going through that "extraction" process the book
mentioned... I have to go through that do- TORIEL'S GOING TO DESTROY THE DOOR!
Frisk closes the book with a snap, jumping out of the bed and stumbling to the
door. But he stops when his hand touches the knob. But if no one can get in the
ruins then no one can kill Toriel... but the monster on the other side... he
can't hide my mark... they'll know if they see it... they'll think he's hiding
me, he'll be killed... NO ONE DESERVES TO DIE BECAUSE OF ME! NOT AGAIN!
Frisk wrenches the door open and walks as quickly as possible towards the
stairs, bumping into random objects, but Frisk doesn't relent.
"I have t-to save them..."
This proclamation fills Frisk with Determination.
********
Sans is practically skipping in the snow to his post. Papyrus arches an eyebrow
and gives Sans the most suspicious look ever leveled at his brother. He quickly
moves from leaning on the checkpoint to standing with his arms crossed and at
his full height of 8"3.
"I SEE YOU HAVE BEEN DITCHING YOUR POST ONCE AGAIN! BUT INSTEAD OF BEING THE
NORMAL LAZY BONES YOU ARE YOU'RE THE MOST ENERGETIC I'VE SEEN YOU SINCE…WELL,
EVER!"
Sans screeches to a halt at his brother's surprising appearance.Why is Papy
here? He isn't suppose to check up on me until after his cooking lesson with
Undyne...He can't know about my soulmate yet,... but why isn't he at Undyne's-
I just found my distraction."
"What happened to your cooking lesson at Undyne's?"
Papyrus stiffens but chuckles sheepishly, "I-we may have... um... demolished
her kitchen again." Papyrus quickly strikes a heroic pose, "BUT THIS SET BACK
WILL NEVER STOP ME! THE GREAT PAPYRUS! FROM CREATING THE BEST SPAGHETTI IN THE
HISTORY OF UNDER! NOTHING CAN DOUSE MY BURNING PASSION FOR ACHIEVING MY GOALS!
FOR I! THE GREAT PAPYRUS! WILL STILL EXPERIMENT IN OUR HUMBLE KITCHEN UNTIL
ALPHYS HAS REPAIRED AND UPGRADED UNDYNE'S KITCHEN TO IT'S FULL POTENTIAL! WHICH
WILL AIDE IN MY QUEST TO MAKE THE BEST SPAGHETTI EVER MADE!"
Sans grin widens just a bit, Papyrus's relentlessness always brings a smile to
his face, he never gives up and his energy is slightly contagious. Papyrus
basically keep Sans from becoming an immobile bag of bones for more than a
couple hours a day. "You can do it Pap. I've never doubted you, you're the
coolest bro I could eva have, but you do have a patrol in 5 minutes..."
Papyrus's eyetwitches, he knows what's coming next, Sans always pauses for
dramatic effect when he's about to- "You better... Spaghetti on out of here."
Papyrus rakes a mittened hand down the front of his skull with a disgusted
groan, "WHY! WHY MUST YOU RUIN EVERY CASUAL AND BROTHERLY CONVERSATION WE HAVE
WITH CHEESY PUNS?"
Sans's grin continues getting bigger, "Because you secretly love them and I can
never get one pasta you~"
Papyrus screeches, both hands over his earholes, he turns away, "SANS! STOP
MAKING TERRIBLE PUNS! YOU BETTER STILL BE AWAKE AND AT YOUR POST WHEN I GET
BACK! AND DON'T FORGET TO RECALIBRATE YOUR PUZZLES THIS TIME OR SO HELP ME
I'LL-"
"Macaroni me go to my room?" Sans sneaks up next to Papyrus.
Papyrus flings his arms up in the air in defeat, "THAT WAS A TRULY HORRIBLE PUN
SANS!"
"I thought it was a Great capunti!" Sans insists, Papyrus moans in frustration
but leaves.
Sans waited until Papyrus's scarf wasn't visible anymore before retracing his
steps to the ruins.
His magic becoming more tangible and vivid blue the closer he gets, he can feel
the warmth and heady rush of power entwining through his bones, weaving around
and under and through like the vines of a- Getting an Idea Sans cups his hands
together, pooling magic between his fingers, concentrating, forming, creating.
He lifts his left away suddenly, and there, in his right hand, is an echoflower
blooming in all it's neon electric blue glory. But with no constant fuel of
magic and concentration it slowly dissolves, magic returning to Sans in
miniscule pieces.
Sans grin turns bittersweet, "Welp, flowers never live for long. But mine wiil
if I'm gonna have my way. I'm coming Frisk, and I'm gonna bust ya outta there."
***** Invitation *****
Chapter Notes
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Frisk starts hobbling as fast as his toes can take numbing hits to the stairs.
I've got to stop her!
Frisk takes a step and his foot meets air. Frisk releases a gurgling scream,
forehead hitting oak grain and back crashing down on the hard edges. After
several seconds of tumbling loudly down the stairs and a few more making hoarse
whimpers Frisk stumbles up on two feet and begins his hobbling with minimal
harsh bumps against corners and walls.
"So you've come... and you wish to leave like the others did... don't you."
Toriel's voice is as cold as ice, the talltale rustle of fabric and a furry
hand's grip on his shoulder.
"I h-ha-ve t-to l-lea-ve. I-if I do-don-t y-you c-kuh-coul-duh b-be k-kuh-kill-
ed!" Frisk manages to gasp out.
Toriel is silent, and soon bellows of laughter echo off of the walls, she
lightly hugs Frisk.
"Oh my child, what silly thoughts... you see, if I destroy the door no one can
come in to hurt me or yourself!"
Frisk bites his lip. She doesn't know about my mark... Frisk slowly pulls out
of Toriel's affectionate hug.
"I I h-have a s-z-soul-m-mate be-hin-duh th-that d-door." Frisk lifts up his
shirt, he doesn't need eyes to know what symbol she sees over his heart.
"... my Child. Every single child that has gone through that door met their
soulmate... and every single one of them died, which made their monsters grieve
far more than any monster should. It twisted them, and it made sure to take
care of them... brainwashing those who complied to it's demand of obedience and
killing any that refused. But you have yet to meet your soulmate, you can live
without them and be safe. I believe they would want that for you too." Toriel
assures, voice firm but kind, hand oncemore gently on his shoulder in the
semblance of motherlyness.
Frisk shakes his head rapidly, shoving away harshly, tears pinpricking his
closed eyes. "I I m-met th-em... af-ter y-you l-left the door... w-we t-
talked... h-he was-s v-very n-ni-ce... b-but... wh-what-ever i-it is... w-will
b-be l-lookin-guh f-f-for m-ar-ks... i-if b-boo-kuh w-was tr-true... th-then I
h-hav-e t-to s-save h-him f-fr-om As-Asg-gore-"
The temperature is now is sweltering.
"You already met him...? You must be mistaken, the only one able to even make
it through my traps to the door is-..." Toriel chokes, "Did he make puns?"
Frisk bites his lip nervously, hesitation clear on his face. Toriel grabs him
harshly, nails digging into flesh with just enough pressure to draw small
pinpricks of blood.
"Did he make Puns?" Toriel asks, voice devoid of all feeling. Frisk nods his
head shakily.
"Yes, a-and h-he made kno-knock j-jokes t-too." Frisk says, voice strengthening
and becoming clearer with each word, "a-nd h-he w-was n-nice to me. He-he
didn't want m-me t-to get in trouble... I-I h-have to s-save h-him!"
Toriel gently lets go of Frisk, hysterical laughter quickly turns into loud
sobs, Frisk hesitantly hugs Toriel.
Toriel cries into Frisk's shoulder, after her tears run out, she wipes her
tears away with her own cloths by the sound of the rustling.
"I don't know what to think my child... this could be very very good for you...
or the worst possible outcome."
Frisk's face turns into a look of confusion, "H-how s-so?"
Toriel sniffles and presses Frisk into a firm hug, "If I tell you, promise to
wait another day before going out there... please Frisk..."
Frisk's small arms attempt to circle Toriel but can't meet, so he grasps the
back of her robe, the feel and sound of silken water runs through his fingers,
"I'll w-wait."
Toriel let's go of Frisk, "He introduced his name atleast... If he didn't,
well, his name is Sans. He's a monster of the rare Skeleton family. He's also
The Judge... he's second in power only to the King. As the Judge he has the
ability to look into a soul, monster or Human, and decide if they get to live
or die. However, every human he has gazed upon... was deemed guilty...m-my
first human child, she-she was very quiet, and she resembled you quite a bit in
the way all of you children do with your short hair and striped shirts... I
guess that is a human thing Haha... but she was so fragile... my son, Asriel,
found her. And they clicked immediately, they were soulmates. I didn't even
have to see their marks to know. But... she was broken, and it ended up killing
them both. Asgore decreed that all humans were to be killed after that, their
souls would be harvested in order to break the barrier rather than to risk a
repeat of what happened to my children... so he ordered Sans to-to... hunt any
human that falls, to kill them, and harvest their soul to gather the needed
determination to break the barrier... three of the eight children were HIS
victims... the others were the Flower's..."
Frisk stops breathing, stiffening where he stands. He-he killed the Sacrifices
before me.
"He is the most unselfish Monster I have ever known... but his justice is
cold... there is no warmth in his fire magic... and his past is unknown. He's
the biggest wild card in the Under. However, he would sacrifice his life for
anyone with a good soul in a second. But, I have sensed a broken-ness in all
the human children that have fallen. The other children wouldn't talk about it,
or rather... couldn't talk about it." Toriel envelopes Frisk's tiny hand in her
gigantic paws, "Why do only children fall into Under? Why do they all have a
soulmark?... And why do all appear to be malnourished beyond hunger and scarred
and scared... And why do you fear the word Father?
Frisk's hand shakes as he puts his other over Toriels soft comforting paw,
silent tears glide on the downwards slopes of Frisk's less hollow cheeks.
"H-he... The ch-children that fall... don't f-fall. We-we are forced into the
great ch-chasm... to feed the golden fl-flowers of Imm-Immortalit-tiy. We-we
are m-monsters amo-ong humans... only made t-to feed those fl-flowers with our
blood, o-our onl-ly pur-pjurpose is-is to Fe-feed the flow-wers. The cur-cursed
mark over our hear-hearts is wh-what allo-allows the Fa-Fath-ther... to do with
us how-ever he-he wishes until our sa-sacrifice is needed. Th-then we are
hunted... and herded to our su-supposed deaths. Bu-but our marks aren't evil
if-if what th-that book said was true... the Fa-ther is an evil m-man... he's
been alive since the f-first sacrifice almost ei-eight hundred years a-ago. H-
he Pur-purifies u-us... ag-again and ag-again... he-he ca-calls it pur-
purifying... bu-but... he rapes us... an-and whips us... an-and BUUUrns us...
It-its not right. Tha-that's what-what Jax said... An-and now... Jax's dead...
because he tried to ta-take m-me away fr-from the vil-village!"
Frisk curls into Toriel's lap, clear tears streaming down his face, the salt
stinging them and making them water even more. Toriel quivers in rage, gingerly
hugging Frisk to her volumptious chest now soaked through in tears.
This is the first Toriel has ever heard of this, the other children who had
fallen all said that they were being purified, they hadn't been able to explain
it, and burst into tears and became a blubbering unintelligable mess. But Frisk
had met someone who had tried to help him rather than siding with the
authorative and vile 'Father' that ruled over them. This 'Jax' had died trying
to help Frisk, and explained that what the Father was doing was very very
wrong.
Toriel holds Frisk closer, "All of the other children... they did not have
someone that tried to save them from that man... Jack was your friend... and he
died because he tried to save you. And if you go out of that door... you could
be walking into the Judge's hands rather than your soulmates. Jack would have
wanted you to live Frisk, if you walk out, then his hope for your happy life
may die with him."
Frisk's forehead wrinkles with conflicting thoughts.
"Or, you can allow me to come with you... I think the information you have
given me may persuade Asgore to finally stop his mad killing spree of human
children, and if not... I will do what I could not so many years ago-"
The cold immediately ennvelopes them as an explosion rocks the floor.
"Sorry guys, that was more of a kaboom than a knock!"
"He-*cough* He couldn't have gotten through! It was enchanted to stop those
without a right to..."
A cold hand made of bones brushes the top of Frisk's hair, softly fluttering
chilled digits down his cheek. Frisk feels fire where there is ice,
unconsciously drawn to the source, he leans away from Toriel and presses into
the hand on his left cheek, sighing softly in contentment.
"The right to a Soulbond... it's pretty punny, after all this time gathering
human children's souls, my soulmate turns out to be one."
***** Developing Revelations *****
Chapter Notes
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A furry hand jerks Frisk back into Toriel's protective embrace., "Hello...
Sans. Tell me of your intentions to Frisk or I will make sure your dust will
disappear in the snow outside. Depending on your answer, there might not even
be any Dust left afterwards."
Sans chuckles, lifting his hands up in a calming manner,"Not here to hurt the
kid. In fact, I'm going to protect them. Simply put, my own life is on the line
as well now that we've gotten to this stage in our snow-balling relationship. I
don't kill humans that haven't killed monsters. And I could tell that they were
clean as soon as I heard their voice."
"Don't try to pull that with me Old Friend... you have to look into your
victim's eyes to see their LoVE and EXP stats... Frisk hasn't been able to open
their eyes for a long while, the last time HE tried to he looked as pale as
you. And don't think your neutral pronouns got past me, you didn't even know
what gender Frisk is! How dare you come in here and claim Soul-Bond rights!"
Toriel growls, clutching Frisk closer to her chest.
"N-never seen me before t-Tori! C-couldn't tell either if I w-was him... Voice
is qui-quiet and I-I st-stutter..." Frisk defends quietly, the aforementioned
stutter taking over, he pushes against Toriel's arms but their made of steel
beams for all the progress he's making, they're as stuck as a bear trap.
Sans slowly leans forward, trying to make himself as nonthreatening as he can
towards Toriel, "Thanks sweetheart, but momma goat's got a point. I should have
known, not gonna hide behind that excuse... Or door heh... But your wrong Tori,
I never actually said that about my ability, but to make it perfectly clear I'm
not restricted to the same set ov rules as the past Judges. Most ov the
monsters woulda been pretty paranoid and suspicious if they new about the true
extent of my powers. But that's a story for another day."
Toriel arches an eyebrow, giving the same face of Undyne's pitiful pans after
she and Papyrus have used them, Sans sighs, clutching his skull with his hand,
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm not gonna hurt Frisk. I've been watching ya
for a while... Alphys snuck in cameras with the help of some small eight-legged
pipsqueaks. Been watching since his soul blipped up on Alphys' alarm system. If
he was like the others I would've found a way in a long time ago Old Friend."
Toriel stiffens, but Frisk's struggle makes her release them. The boy swiftly
gets out from Toriel's embrace and he tackles Sans to the ground in his haste,
Sans' breath catches, and every point of contact sends shivers of warmth and
cold through their bodies. Toriel coughs, dragging their attention away from
each other and jolts them out of their awkward 'position'. So Frisk shuffles
off of Sans, who sits up, and then he plops down in Sans' lap with all the
grace of a sack of Glamburgers. Sans chuckles softly, carefully brushing his
fingers through his human's hair.
Toriel is biting her lip in thought, "I could argue that the fact that you were
accentually using borderline stalking techniques to spy on me and MY child give
me a simple enough reason to char your bones into dust Sans... But I know you
never lie. Not by words, omission yes, but you do not twist your words. So...
I'm coming with you."
Sans' digits halt their ministrations, Sans looks to Toriel and blinks in
confusion, asking himself if he just heard the monster—who vowed to "never
leave the ruins until Asgore was either made into dust because of his utter
stupidity or resended his macabre order and apologized to Toriel for being such
a fur-headed fool!" As Sans remembers her saying word for word before slapping
King fluffy butt in the face in front of EVERYONE and storming out of the
Castle—right. "Tori... Did you just say what I think you said?"
Toriel glares the Skeleton down. Apparently she did say what I just heard...
And by the milk-curdling squint of her eyes she means it.
Sans raises his hands away from Frisk's scalp in an attempt to placate the
unamused monster in front of him.
I foresee many a boner killing in our future... I don't think she's going to
give us any chance of privacy as long as she gambles along... Maybe I can herd
her to the Snowdin dog pack? Nah that only works with sheep and shepherds. But
they still owe me from the whole bone-a-petit fiasco... Pap really needs to
stop offering everyone he comes across his lethal cooking.
"Okay, I hear ya loud and clear, but we shouldn't stay here any longer. Your so
called Unbreakable door is down for the count." Sans points to the badly
cracked door laying on the ground in ruin, Frisk snorts at the pun,"and your
puzzles are in pieces... I've gotta hand it to ya though, that last one was
something else Tori... Never thought a butterscotch cinnamon pie could be used
like that."
Toriel smirks and practically preens at the compliment, "Why let a perfectly
good brick-hard pie go to waste?"
Sans can't help but chuckle,"Well, I thought it was weird when it didn't turn
out like the clowns on TV when they were pied... The snail pie really did a
number on me...zzzzz"
Sans' head slumps solidly on Frisk's shoulder, the poor boy near collapsing
under his soulmate's weight... Even if he was just bones. Toriel snickered
before pulling out a camera from the folds of her robe, a flash unseen by the
two. Toriel sighs good naturedly, quickly hefting up the bonehead, and clasps
Frisk's hand.
" Sans' hasn't changed much-he really needs to lay off the ketchup, and still
weighs a skele-ton." Toriel mutters while leading the groups upstairs.
Toriel mistakes his soft snickers for snores... Frisk does not, and he grins
gently in the general direction of the quiet laughter.
Toriel carefully lays the skeleton on the couch, and tells Frisk to wait there
while she packs for their journey. He complies wholeheartedly, hand entwining
with his other half as his head slowly droops onto Sans' chest.
Sans slowly opens an eye at the sudden pressure, but seeing the kid laying so
innocently by his side makes his left iris glow a near cobalt blue, the light
casting calm shadows on Frisk's face. He makes no move in order to not wake the
child up, but can't resist a small sigh of laughter.
Toriel walks in and sees the two. Sans rolls his head around, trying to express
to Toriel his obvious distress. Toriel smirks and takes a few dozen pictures.
"Frisk has always seemed like a cuddler." Toriel whispers, swiftly picking the
boy up with practiced ease,"He's a pretty heavy sleeper compared to you. Tends
to sleepwalk which has worried me to no end. But he doesn't wake easily as I
soon found out. And once he's roamed and been put back in bed he doesn't move
again for the rest of the night. It's fairly strange to say the least. Always
towards where he fell though."
"Why are you attempting to be the third wheel Tori? You didn't roll after any
of the others. Why now? Why Frisk?" Sans asks, the abyss bores into Toriel's
soul.
Toriel looks back, her stance full of determination, "This child is different
from the others. He's not broken and he genuinely cares for others. You
obviously heard his reason for attempting to leave the ruins."
"You've GOAT to be KIDding me. For all you know he could've just been looking
out for his own skin, not my bones." Sans interjects, playing paranoid with the
optimist.
"Really Sans? You're going to be like this? He also wanted to protect me. And
my inexistence wouldn't serve any risk to his life." Toriel huffs, stalking
away from Sans, who gets up and follows.
"You sure about that Tori? Cuz if Frisk were to kill you and never leave he
would probably have scared every single monster here into leaving. The kid
would eventually starve to death." Sans replies, Toriel tiredly tucking the
aforementioned boy into bed.
Toriel turns around briskly to face Sans, arms crossed defiantly, "You remember
how the others were. They had that blank look in their eyes, that sickening
grin... And those black tears. Tell me, why would psychopaths cry after they
killed a victim? I have a theory Sans. And if I'm right...then opening the
barrier could be the worst thing we could possibly do."
Sans tightly grips the end of the bed, bones creaking from the pressure," Well
since you've just said you have a theory... Explain it. I don't have time for
fortune cookie replies either.
Toriel gestures Sans to the door, he follows her out, quietly closing the door
behind them
"Every single child that has come through has had a soulmark. Every single
child had scars. Every single child said that they were basically sacrificial
lambs to the buttercups that grow in the ruins. And lastly, every single child
had an unnatural fear of the word, and confirmed being, known to them as, 'The
Father'.
"You were not alive when Chara was here. She loved her soulmate, my son Asriel,
with all of her heart. But I noticed those times when she wasn't around him
that she got... Scary. She would laugh this cold hopeless laugh. Her face would
twist cruelly and her eyes would light up with a sickening grin every time she
saw something sharp-"
"Frisk doesn't exactly have the sharpest vision Tori~"
Toriel huffs in frustration, but ignores the pun and forges on,"She attempted
to commit suicide, we never announced it to the public. Only me, King Asgore,
and the Royal Scientist/Judge knew of this. She kept claiming that 'the Father'
was telling her to do things she didn't want to do. To HURT everyone who cared
about her, to KILL everyone SHE cared about. And to bring Asriel beyond the
barrier."
Sans blinks in puzzlement,"Run that last part by me again?'
Toriel gestures towards the kitchen, Sans follows slowly, nervously clenched
fists hidden in his hoodie pockets. Toriel wanders about the kitchen, halfway
done making hot chocolate. Sans makes himself comfortable in a chair. A second
later there's two mugs of steaming brown goodness on the table and a troubled
mother in front of him.
Toriel makes no move to begin the conversation. Sans takes a sip of his warm
beverage.
She'll talk when she's ready... No need to rush her.
Toriel's grip on her mug tightens and then she releases a long breath,"I
believe that the Father wants us monsters to make it through the barrier. But I
do not think it is in our best interests to go. That creature did horrible
things to those children. The scars, the traumatization... And Frisk, Frisk was
nearly saved from his clutches by a human called Jax. And he explained to Frisk
what being 'cleansed' really is. Every single child, was-was RAPED!"
Sans' eye flashes gold, Toriel's mug shatters in her grip, shards of porcelain
cutting deep into her paw, a trickle of blood dribbles above a chocolate
steaming mess not the table. Sans scooches his seat back, grabs the towel on
the stove handle, and pries Toriel's fist open.
He quickly removes the shards with his magic, they fall in a bloody chocolate
pile, tinkling onto the table. He calmly dabs at the open cuts. Toriel shuffles
over to the counter, Sans get's the idea, digging a med kit out from underneath
the sink, he hastily wraps gauze around her paws.
All the while, Sans' iris never dulling back to white, it's cerulean
luminescence painting Toriel blue with it's light. They both efficiently clean
up the carnage, dumping the fragments in the trash and wiping up the liquids.
Toriel is still quivering, both in rage and in pain. Sans pats her shoulder in
comfort before hiding his clenched fists, eerily glowing blue, in his thick
hoodie pockets.
"If the surface has a creature that does that to innocent CHILDREN then why
should we be trying to go to the surface at all? It casts them down here hoping
to kill them to be 'flower food'. But the fact that he wanted Asriel on the
surface, has brainwashed them into trying to bring their soulmate to the
surface... Why they've been so violent. I know the Father wants monsters that
have human soulmates on the surface. What troubles me is WHY!? Apparently it is
old enough to have been there when the barrier went up, so why, why would it
want those specific monsters? Why are they made to kill other monsters?!"
Sans leans against the wall in thought, speaking his mind aloud,"It sends them
down here as fertilizer for the flowering weeds. Makes them turn psychotic
against typically any monster that isn't their soulmate. And then tries to get
them to bring their soulmate to the surface. Sounds like a messed up parent if
I ever knew one... Which I have. Do you think he just wants to have a shotgun
talk and threaten them with a loaded barrel if they bring them home late?"
Toriel's head swivels at the last sentence," Sans this is no joking matter.
Innocent monster soulmate CHILDREN are being unspeakably abused up there. My
greatest concern is why is IT using children to do it's dirty work? Why doesn't
it wait until the children are older? If they were adults then there really
wouldn't be any way to stop them from slaughtering everyone whilst dragging
along their other half."
Sans hums thoughtfully,"Th Father beats up children, brainwashes them an-and
*cough* rapes them. So he wants them to do his bidding, go on a killing spree,
and for the soulbond to be damaged, ultimately getting rid of...soul
transformations... He doesn't want them too powerful, if a soul transformation
happens it might override his influence over the children. But he also WANTS
the monster... Maybe there's something special about monster and human
soulmates? Something that he wants? I know Asriel and Chara went through the
barrier, but Asriel came back without his or Chara's soul, right? Maybe he took
them?"
Toriel growls, a small fierce fire glowing in her coal black eyes,"If that
monster has my Childrens' souls... I'm going to find a way through the barrier
one way or another, take It's soul, and let Alphys experiment to her soul's
content."
Sans grin grows without humor,"I call dibs on tossing it into the void, maybe
he'll learn from another stunning example of a Father figure with A+
parenting."
Toriel bumps her elbow against his shoulder,"How about the first one to get to
him gets the honors? Because I have a feeling that this line of ours is only
going to grow. Frisk tends to make friends with every monster he comes across.
Muffet's cousins even seemed to like him after he saved one of them from a
hungry Froggit, he placed a vegatoid in between them and made friends with all
three ha ha...I think everyone will eventually love him. But I need to get to
Asgore with this. I wish I had more evidence of that despicable creature, but
I'm glad I don't..."
Sans bumps his skull against her shoulder,"heh, I remember that, made my bones
rattle somethin' feirce. And I know Tori, I know. So the sooner we leave the
sooner we get our hands on Daddy Doom. But that leafy bastard can waltz right
in here anytime he wants; so we need to leave as soon as possib-"
Frisk's scream rips through the air, one second Sans is by Toriel, the next
he's staring down the souless petaled plant curling thorned vines around a
trembling Frisk, small blots of blood well up from scratches.
"Speak of the thorn in my tailbone-"
Frisk's eyes open wide, golden orbs glowing in the dark, a ruby red heart-
shaped soul cracking softly with the sound of breaking glass.
"Been a while smiley-trashbag",The flower menace grins, Sans takes a step
closer and it's vines tighten, Frisk chokes brokenly, Sans steps back,"Ah ah
Aaah~ take a step and your squinty eyed buddy here is going to be a shattered
China doll."
Sans snarls in worry,"What do you WANT weed!?"
Flowey's grin falters into a dolorous smile, remorse lacing his next words,
"Nothing YOU can SAVE. Only something HE can RESET."
Frisk's back snaps morbidly in an unnatural angle.
Sans eye blazes with cold fire, blooping to Frisk's body as Flowey's vines
retract from the human's corpse, catching the husk as it collapses towards the
ground.
Glowing blue tears stream down his face as the red soul vanishes into a million
shards. He tries to catch them to no avail, the pieces slipping through his
digits, screaming in agony as his own soul turns upside down in a gross
state... He is Falling Down.
But before his eyes close forever, he catches a glimpse of a yellow diamond
shining before a whole glowing red soul and two option boxes between the words
inside are lost on his dimming vision the words inside are unintelligible.
Sans eye alights in clear understanding, the pieces falling into place, he
murmurs-" Stay Determined...you are the Hope of Humans and Monsters." as the
pieces slip from his hands just as Frisk's soul just did, the world turns into
the dark abyss of the Void.
***** De-Ja-YOU *****
Chapter Summary
     First Reset~
     What can possibly be the results?
Chapter Notes
     For Erik and Hailey! Erik because he was being a faithful fanboy and
     Hailey because she made that beautiful GIFT AND GAVE IT TO ME!!! YOU
     REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE!!! TTUTT YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!!! I'M SO PROUD
     THAT YOU POSTED IT ON HERE!!!!
Frisk stumbles where he is walking, bracing himself against the railing. What!?
Where!? Where's Flowey!? How?! Frisk runs his fingers over the banester of the
stairs, curls his toes into the carpet, and clenches the book in his hands.
"I'm b-back wh-when Tori w-was going to-!"
Frisk hobbles down the stairs, "TORIEL STOP! I KNOW ABOUT FLOWEY! AND I KNOW
THAT SANS MIGHT HAVE KILLED SOME OF THE HUMANS BEFORE ME!!! PLEASE! STOP!"
Steady clicks of bare fuzzy feet and nails arrives at the bottom of the stairs.
"What d-did you just say?" Toriel stutters.
"I-I don't kn-know how T-Tori b-but-"
A loud crash rocks the ruins. Toriel coughs as dust and plaster loosens in the
house.
"Sans!? Is that you?!" Frisk yells, steadily descending down the stairs.
Toriel meets him halfway and clutches the boy to her bussom, "Frisk go
upstairs, NOW!"
"Tori! It's OK. Sans is my soulmate, he won't hurt me, we already had this
conversation... Which is kind of why we need to talk again in the first place."
Frisk responds, brushing her off of him and continuing down.
"Sans?!" Frisk yells once more.
A brush of a digit through his hair has the human boy turning towards them with
a small worried smile, "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes... But, you seem
familiar, I'm getting a major case of de-ja-you here."
Frisk holds Sans' boney hand and leads him upstairs without another word,
Toriel gives the meanest glare she can muster and Sans shrugs in the most
placating way he can, " Kid's got a death grip. Couldn't stop 'em if I tried."
Frisk grabs Tori's hand as well and practically drags them along like owlish
rag-dolls.
"Before you say anything, I'm going to repeat everything I said before. Sans is
my soulmate, and since he's got my mark then he's going to be targeted. So if I
go to Asgore and try to reason with him... maybe he'll spare us? I know he's
the Judge Toriel, and if that doesn't get you to listen to me then I don't know
what will. You asked before about what "Father" means to human children that
fall down here... he-IT doesn't deserve to be called a person. He's lived for
over 800 years. He sends tainted children down here to their deaths for the
purpose of sacrificing impure blood to keep the Golden flowers alive. Flowers
that if you eat will give humans immortality... or so it says. He r-raped and
purified all the children who fell for all of their short lives... I was the
only one I know of that knew what he was actually doing and almost escaped... A
man named Jax explained what IT was really doing to me and every sacrifice
before me and tried to get me out of there- but ... he died, the-they butchered
him alive and then IT ATE HIM!." Frisk gulps, little limbs shaking, and tears
staining his small face pink and puffy, as he stands stock still on the top of
the staircase.
Boney hands grip him, tugging him into a flesh bruising hug, the rattle of
bones both comforting and ominous.
Sans in a word...
Is Pissed.
It goes without saying that the hallway is colored in sharp sterile cyan.
And if Sans is a bonfire of wrath...
Toriel is Hell's Vengeance
Toriel punches the wall to her right with so much unchecked rage that it
crumbles into tiny bits of rubble upon impact with a powerful flick of her
fingers. She's beyond words at this moment, her soul completely consumed by
thoughts of annihilating the "Father" that did this, caused so many children's
deaths on the nuance of keeping to a barbaric ritual that had no reason to it
at all.
"That...that answers a LOT of questions. But I've got some I haven't asked you
yet and that little piece of monologue has given me more than you can answer in
a month. I'm going to address that later though, more importantly, and I'm not
Judging here, but how did ya know I was the Judge, because I don't remember
revealing that bit of knowledge to you in a knock-knock joke." Sans says,
trying with all of his might to keep his very figuratively and literally bent
out of shape soul from going Bass Shit and redecorating Toriel's lovely home,
"And I know Tori'd neva tell anyone of my Duty to Under."
Frisk wriggles his face deeper into Sans' hoodie, pressing a cheek firmly
against a few ribs, mumbling into his white cotton shirt.
Sans lowers to a simmer at the display, his soul aching at the thought that not
only a sweet, selfless kid would have suffered through such horrors for however
long the sickening demon had Frisk in it's clutches... but that he had passed
Judgement on some of those poor scared kids that had been so completely broken,
that they weren't just psychopaths... they had a backstory that made them into
figurative Monsters. Add on the cherry that his soulmate being among them to
this macabre nicecream, and what little sense of right in himself felt lost.
How do you help someone in this situation? How do you make up for the sins you
feel crawling down your vertebrae? What can you do? Why didn't you see this
pattern before?
Sans shakes himself out of his spiraling thoughts before he gets into a
cognitive train wreck, "I couldn't here ya kid, catton got your tongue? Or does
my shirt make a good scarf?"
Frisk sniffles but relents, bringing his head up to face the skeleton monster
with closed puffy eyes and a very pink and wet face, "Thi-this's all happ-
ppened be-before... bu-but... tha-that flo-flower killed me... you-you tried to
sa-save me but he-he killed me... Nothing YOU can SAVE only something He can
RESET. He-e took this, this red thing out of my chest and squeezed it. When he
did that-t I-I felt so-I don't know how it-it felt... it was like I-I didn't
exist anymore, there was-was NOTHING! I was completely NUMB. And after he said
that he killed me... There were, two boxes and a bright little glowing star in
between... I think they said SAVE and RESET..."
Sans scrunches his face up in as much as a skeletons face can, "That...that's
strange I think- I think I remember something..."
It came back to him in small red bursts, Him making a dramatic entrance and
playing with Frisk's silky strands of hair, him napping with Frisk, him having
a conversation with Toriel and the broken mug filled with steaming hot
chocolate, him hearing a scream from Frisk's room after that, Flowey the Flower
holding a broken Frisk... it shattering Frisk's soul... SAVE and RESET...
"Well isn't that something... Gaster was actually right... humans do have
DETERMINATION... and his theory of it's abilities to be so stubborn it could
actually snap back into the Time stream like some super rubber band might
actually be spot on. Huh... Color me impressed. The old man's probably in the
Void right now pointing his digit at me singing "I told you so" like a skipping
record... The reason why I was able to get through Tori's traps so
quickly...And the fact that I can't make a single pun is really messing with
my... mojo-"
Sans passes out from shear exhaustion.
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