DISCLAIMER: I do not own Undertale or the characters, I do own, I suppose, the OC's.
WARNINGS: This chapter includes a little bit of fluff, declarations of love, books, and blushing skeleton.
NOTE: Should I be writing another fic while I haven't comleted my first one. No. This idea came about when I saw that one Tumblr post from here: engineering- laughter. tumblr image/ 61317514787
You know, the one where someone would prefer someone hitting on her at a bookstore and buying her a book instead of at a bar and buying her drinks.
Enjoy!
Book Bindings
Chapter 1
You were in heaven, surround by aisles and aisles of books.
Pages filled with words carefully crafted by their authors to paint a marvelous picture inside the reader's head.
And yet you couldn't buy a single one.
So, really, you were in your own personal hell. To have all these books within your reach but not be able to take home a single one hurt you.
It hurt you real deep.
Why were you in a bookstore when you couldn't afford what they had to offer? It was better then going clothes shopping with your friend. You hated the way your friend shopped. They could take hours trying on clothes before they ever decided on what they wanted to buy. It was nothing more then a massive headache, and it was only made worse due to the fact that you were in a mall, and broke, so you opted to browse the local bookstore as you waited.
Why did you agree to do this again?
You sighed heavily and replaced the book you had in your grasp, regretfully. It seemed like such a fascinating read too, seeing as it was written by a Monster and you didn't have any of those at home.
Monsters had been on the surface for nearly six years, and through a lot of pain, sweat, and tears they were finally fully accepted as citizens about two years ago. You found them a lot more fascinating and easier to be around then most humans, so you were overjoyed that they were accepted instead of the war that many expected to breakout.
You walked away from the book you replaced.
You only made it about five paces before you broke and turned on your heel. You walked back and plucked it off the shelf to continue reading.
It was such a good read!
It was written by the Monster Queen, and it was about her reaccounting the war that forced their entire race into Mt. Ebott and everything after. It was pretty much an autobiography be read like a history text.
She wrote about her life before the war, as you read it was as if you could feel what she felt.
You could feel her childish joy as she grew up, her resigned irritation at her betrothal to the then Prince Asgore.
The apprehension and tension was almost physical when she spoke about what she believed lead up to the start of the war, her fear during the war gripped you heart as it did hers.
The misery of the first years of life behind the barrier brought tears to your eyes, the shock at the fall first human child made you grip the book with widened eyes.
The love she felt for the child and her own son made you feel as if you they were your own.
The overwhelming grief she had at the death of both of her children in one day made you sob with her.
You felt her pain as she separated from her husband and locked herself away in the ruins.
The book was intense!
You loved it!
And from what you could tell it was all true! Depressingly so.
Perhaps she used some kind of magic to evoke such strong feeling from the reader, and she very well could have and you'd never know because you knew jack about magic, or she was just that good of a writer.
Speaking of magic you should look for books on that, not just the wiccan books (you had a bunch of those) but books written by monsters.
Well…..now that you think about it you couldn't think of a reason that a monster would want to write a book about magic for humans, seeing as that would put them at risk of being put behind another barrier.
Yes. Best to keep magic away from mankind, the weapons already in reach were destructive enough. The world didn't need the humans to have anymore.
Your phone vibrated, making you jump and toss the book lightly into the air. Frantically you juggled the book, trying to prevent it from falling to the floor you were don't remember sitting cross legged on. A few seconds of looking like an idiot you caught the text and sighed in relief when you didn't find a single bent page. You closed it and set it on your lap as you took out your phone.
You blinked in surprise when the time caught your eye. You had spent nearly two hours in the bookstore reading as you waited on your friend.
She had spent over two hours shopping for clothes.
That…... was actually pretty good for her, she did say she was trying to cut down on how long she spent shopping.
You groaned when you realized that you had to truly put the book all the times for her to be true to her word! And you were so close to being done with it!
Okay.
That was a lie.
You weren't even halfway done with it.
It was a huge, very informative book. History textbook writers should take notes on how to make history interesting. Then again it might help out, a lot, that the Queen actually lived through what she wrote about.
So maybe this could be considered more of an autobiography instead of a straight up history book….
Eh. Semantics.
You stood up on shaky, numb, legs and gave a full bodied stretch, throwing your arms above your head, one hand holding the book, and letting go of a light moan. You pulled down the shirt that had slightly ridden up and put the book back in it's spot, again, with a heavy heart.
Oh why, oh why did your wallet have to be so empty?
You stared at the book for a moment, bemoaning your fate, before you shook your head violently, clapped your hands in front of you, nodded sharply, and resolutely walked out of the store.
And with each step you swore that your heart was breaking as you left such a literary masterpiece behind.
And you would swear until your dying days that there were not tears pulling in your eyes. It was just a hair that made it's way past your eyelashes.
You made your way to meet your friend by the food court on the other end of the mall. What would normally be a ten minute walk on a weekday became a fifteen, nearly, twenty minute slow trek due to the weekend traffic that malls tend to have. When you reach the food court you had to snicker when you spotted your friend.
She had roughly six giant bags from three different stores strung on her arms, and she wasn't even breaking a sweat. Her eyes were frantically roving over the crowd looking for you while she standed on her tiptoes. She smiled and attempted to wave at you when she found her. You gave a tiny wave back and were about to cover the remain fifteen odd feet separating when a voice caught your attention.
"hey! hey lady! you forgot this!"
You turned your head, interested in how close the voice was, and saw a skeleton monster carefully avoiding the crowd as they rushed in your direction.
And it seemed they were looking at you.
Bewildered you stopped, looked around then pointed to yourself while mouthing, 'Me?'
"yeah, yeah you!"
The skeleton was now a couple feet in front of you, a dimpled smile sitting on their face.
How did a skeleton have dimples?
You blushed faintly.
And why did it make him look so attractive!?
You were just going to chalk it up to magic and be done with it.
Suddenly, he held out a bag from the bookstore you just left, breaking you away from your thoughts.
You gave the bag a puzzled look.
"you left this behind."
"Huh?" Wow. Intelligent much?
And somehow that smile that did not move when he spoke grew wider without looking creepy.
Ju-just how ?
"you left this back at the bookstore, took me forever to catch up to you."
"B-but I-I di-didn't, I'm sor-sorry, you must h-have gotten the wrong person?" You stuttered, totally lost and feeling slightly at fault for indirectly wasting this kind man's (kind monster's?) time.
"nope. don't think so." And he shoved the bag into your hands. "wouldn't want to lose something like that, now would ya?" Then he winked.
That should not of been as sexy as it was, oh my God!
You could feel your blush darkening as you dumbly nodded.
His smile soften, your heart melted, and he patted the hands that now held the bag he gave you. "happy readin, kid."
He turned and walked away from your still blushing form and waved you off when you called after him, "I-I'm not a kid."
"Hey, _, you okay? What did he give you? Was he bothering you? Why are you blushing."
You looked over at your worried friend, who must have made their way to you after seeing you take so long.
"I-I'm fine, kinda confused. He said that I left this behind, but I didn't buy anything at all." You decided to ignore the blushing question. Because TMI.
You looked down at the bag in your hands and peaked inside, a strange feeling gripped your heart at the sight. You looked up quickly to try to spot the skeleton, only to not see him anywhere. Wide-eyed you looked back inside the back before you turned to your worried friend with a radiant smile, your eyes shining with unshed tears of overwhelming joy.
"I'm going to marry him." You whispered.
Your friend choked on a cough, taken aback, "Whoa, wait, what?"
You nodded decisively, hands clenching the bag's handless and bring it to your chest, "I'm going to marry him!"
Your friend sputtered, "B-but you don't even know him!"
"I know that he pays attention to what I like, that he's considerate, and caring, and exactly what I want in man!"
"What did he give you, the crown jewels?"
"No! Even better!" You pulled out the book and showed it to her proudly. "He bought me the book I've been reading for the past two hours!" You squealed in delight and hugged it to your chest.
"O-oh my God, _," Your friend laughed good naturedly and shook their head, "you are such a nerd. That sounds stalkerish to me."
You blew a short rasberry then smiled down at your new book with glee. You opened up the front cover of the book and almost dropped it again.
You stared, bug-eyed, at the top left corner of the inside cover.
There, in gorgeous, elegant cursive, was a signature and a short message in the same handwriting.
Your knees gave out on you, your friend exclaiming in shock as they unsuccessfully tried to keep you from hitting the ground. People looked at you oddly as they walked around you. But you couldn't care less as you read the short message.
'It always brings warmth to my SOUL to hear someone as young as you enjoying the tales of my people. Thank you for taking the time to open up this book. Queen Toriel.'
Underneath the message was slightly sloppier handwriting with a phone number,
'enjoy, kid. sans xxx-xxx-xxxx'
….
A queen signed your book.
….
The Queen of Monsters signed your book.
….
A brilliant author signed the brilliant book they wrote.
…..
A random guy gave you a signed book for free.
….
You could scream you were so happy.
Instead you would deal with smiling dreamily at the two messages and ignore your now annoyed friend who was lightly hitting you with one of their shopping bags.
You looked up at her frowning face, a dopey look on your own. She raised a single eyebrow, "You going to get up off the floor or….?"
"I think I'm in love, Karren."
Somehow the eyebrow raised higher, "Really now? Because some guy gave you a book."
You shook your head in the negative, smile refusing to leave, "Not just that, look! Look!" You turned the book around and raised it up so she could read it.
Karren rolled her eyes and looked heavenwards before she bent slightly to read. You hummed merrily as you waited, which you didn't have to do for long, because you quickly heard Karren's inhale of disbelief.
"D-do you really think that this is the Queen's signature."
"Yup!" You popped the 'p' and turned the book back down towards you so you could reread the messages.
"He could of forged it, you'd think the press would be here hounding the Queen if she was here."
"Maybe he can teleport! And he teleported off to ask for the signature."
"Right, teleportation."
"Magic, Karren! Magic!"
"Or maybe he forged it, and what are the odds that this random guy knows the Queen? This just screams stalker to me."
"I'm pretty sure when I was skimming that I saw the name Sans somewhere, plus the Underground was small."
"Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming. Still think you have a stalker though."
"I shall and don't care!"
"You're weird." Karren chuckled and shook her head, "Come on, let's go, you can read the book in the car." You listened and got up off the floor, eyes not leaving your new gem.
Karren rolled her eyes again and clumsily grabbed your elbow so you would follow her.
You didn't know that you entire conversation was overheard by a constantly grinning skeleton who was standing on the other side of the directory you were standing by. His face aglow with a blue blush that he tried to hide in the hoodie he pulled over his face.
"hee, you sure are a strange one, kid."
So, what do you think? Continue or nah?
If you see a mistake please tell me. I already caught a mistake before posting. I used the wrong "aisle," about had you surround by islands filled with books and not shelves.