So, here we are! This story is the second installment of my Undertale series, with Souls Entwined being the first. If you have not read that one yet, I highly recommend you do so, otherwise this will not make a whole lot of sense. Thanks to anyone who has read Souls Entwined and decided to keep reading, I hope that you continue to enjoy my work!

The cover art belongs to Rattlesire on Deviantart, and I would like to thank my friend Petalthorn for her incredible help with brainstorming and story ideas for this work. I would also highly recommend you check out her Undertale story, Corrupted File Exe. It's right here on this site, and it's very well done.

Last note, like with Souls Entwined, Armless Embrace will upload every Friday and Monday.

Toby Fox owns Undertale and all associated characters.


Remind me why we're here again? Frisk grumbled to his sister.

Where, at the very important Human-Monster relations meeting that helps keep the peace, or cowering over here by the food table meekly hoping no-one else comes up to ask questions?

Chara's tone was sarcastic and laced with irritation. Frisk would have stuck out his tongue at her, but he was supposed to keep up appearances here. Instead, he raised a hand to scratch at his neck, wishing he was allowed to wear Papyrus's scarf to these things. It would certainly help keep the scratchy material of the tuxedo he was supposed to wear from irritating his skin. As far as he was concerned, the food at these events were their only redeeming quality, and they still didn't compare to the food his mother made every day.

Ever since we hit high school, it's hard enough to get you to shut up, but as soon as I need you to talk, you clam up tighter than an old woman's purse. What's wrong with you?

These events are so boring. The fifteen year old boy complained. And everyone I talk to here gives me a headache.

We've talked about this before. Chara informed him. You're the Human poster boy, remember? The one Human who has magic.

I don't have magic. You have magic.

So? I'm not Human either, and neither of those facts are going to keep people from believing what they want to hear. Besides, telling these fools that the voice in your head is the one that possesses the power they see, isn't exactly going to win us any friends, is it?

Since when do you care about being friends with Humans? Frisk questioned, averting his gaze away from a couple well-dressed men walking past.

Now that you mention it, it might be fun to start a war at one of these events… Chara mused, a grin widening on Frisk's mental image of the girl.

Never mind, forget I said anything. Frisk said hurriedly. His sister huffed, whether in amusement or annoyance, the teen wasn't sure.

He took a moment to survey the room around him. It was a large one, filled with well dressed men and women, the sound of their conversations overlapping into a dull murmur that permeated the room. Asgore and Toriel were both here, he could make out their horns sticking above the crowd, but they were too far away for him to draw any comfort from their presence.

Alright, I'm going to go over this once more. And for the love of god, pay attention this time!

Fine… fine… Frisk grumbled, looking away from the brightly lit chandeliers high above them and looking about the room once more. I'm listening…

His sister's image appeared beside him, and she pointed a finger across the room.

See the tall, blonde guy over there? That's Roderick Elsvagon. You remember him, right?

Frisk frowned in concentration.

Wasn't he the guy who said that I was suffering from Stolkholm syndrome and then basically tried to kidnap us?

Yeah, that idiot. He's a very important member of Congress, and has a pretty substantial backing. He also hates Monsters and has made that very clear to everyone around him. Not certain if it's just a political move, since his backing has doubled since that decision, or if he actually doesn't like them, but it doesn't matter. He's gonna stick to his guns regardless.

Sounds like a real charmer, Frisk muttered.

He's an idiot on top of that. He'll go against anything that Monsters want, or anything involving them, just because they're Monsters. Typical.

Chara's image turned and she pointed to a small group, two women and one man who were standing and talking not to far from where they were.

The guy over there, he's Liam Tekkian.

Looks more like Ebeneezer Scrooge to me.

Chara snorted.

Not too far off, actually. He, at least, is straightforward enough in his motivations. All he cares about is money.

So he's not on our side then?

He's on his own side. But for now, he's been supporting us, and he'll keep doing so as long as he sees profit in it.

Can't he just support us cause we're nice? Frisk groaned, rubbing his head.

What, you're expecting a reasonable, compassionate Human being? the girl asked wryly. Shooting a little high, don't you think, champ?

I'm those things…

Careful you don't wear your arm out patting yourself on the back. Chara turned her attention again and pointed.

That's the last of the really important people… at this meeting, anyway. Ollie Oxford.

Frisk had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Seriously?

Yeah, what's so funny?

The boy waved her off.

I'll tell you later.

Whatever. The girl's eyes narrowed for a moment before she continued. Anyway, he's the co-founder of the G.R.E.E.N corporation, and he's one of he's one of the few people who's actually completely on our side.

Well, that's good right?

Problem is, he's too cautious. He's worried about losing what support he does have, and he spends far too much time trying to compromise. Doesn't work so well when most of our opponents don't seem to have grasped that particular concept.

Okay… I think I got it... But I still don't get why I have to be involved in this, you're good at this stuff, why can't you just handle it?

Chara's reply was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Toriel, the Humans around her parting to let her approach. She was wearing a simple blue dress that reached down long enough to cover her feet from sight.

"Frisk?" She called, homing in on her son. "I believe that we are nearly finished here, unless there is anything else Chara needs?"

Frisk shook his head, his eyes focusing on the simple gold wedding band his mother wore. Despite the fact that it had been well over a year now since she had remarried Asgore, he still had trouble suppressing a grin whenever he saw it.

"No, I think she got everything… we were talking so much, if it weren't for the punch my throat would be all scratchy now."

You could have asked me first! Chara grumbled.

Do you need anything?

No…

"That's good to hear." Toriel said, smiling. "We should be home in plenty of time for you to finish your homework."

Frisk's smile faded at the idea.

"Aw come on Mom… we've been here for hours, I just want to sleep when we get back."

Toriel tut-tutted him, waggling a finger.

"Now Frisk… If your grades hadn't been slipping so much during the school year, then you would not have to do catch-up work over the summer. It's not your sister's job to make sure you do well in school."

See, Frisk? Chara stated smugly.

"Your mother is right." Asgore's voice came from behind and the boy turned to see his father walking towards him, wearing his old kingly attire, since the attempts to give him more modern clothes that were suitable for this kind of occasion had been… less than successful.

"But you've already done most of your catch-up work, I'm sure you'll have it finished in no time, and then you'll be able to enjoy the rest of the summer freely."

The boy grumbled half-heartedly, but quickly fell silent as his adoptive mother tousled a hand in his ambiguously long hair affectionately.

"Come, child, let's go home." She said, grasping Frisk's hand and leading him towards the exit, Asgore following quickly afterwards. "We have a long drive ahead of us, and I could use a rest when we get back."

"You're doing this on purpose aren't you." The boy complained, though he was smiling as he did so.

"Now, now my boy." Asgore soothed. "Don't worry, I shall make some tea for you when we get home."

"Can it be Golden Flower tea?"

"As you wish."