AN- Me: *Glances around* Muse Kitty!

Muse Kitty: Meow?

Me: What is this? We don't write romance! And it's still not Subject F.

Muse Kitty: Meow.

Me: So what if it's got a plot? It's still romance.

Muse Kitty: Meow.

Me: I hate you too.

Disclaimer- I don't own Undertale

Chapter 1

Frisk kept her hood down as she weaved through the busy marketplace, the basket that would hold her shopping tucked underneath her arm. It was Master's day off so by extension it was her day off as well. That meant she would spend the day getting Master's shopping for several hours, doing Master's laundry, and cleaning Master's house. Her day wasn't leisure filled, but it was infinitely better than when she was at work.

"Young woman!" a vendor called, and Frisk turned to face the elderly man, the earrings that marked what she was jingling with the motion. She smiled as she met his warm brown eyes.

"A bouquet of flowers for a pretty…" he trailed off as he caught sight of the rune encrusted earrings that Frisk wore, and his face turned stunned. Frisk smiled sadly at his response, and turned to go.

"Child," the vendor called out to her softly, and Frisk turned to face him once more. He motioned her over, and she stepped close to his stall. The vendor plucked a few flowers from his stall, a white tulip and purple hyacinth if Frisk wasn't mistaken, and tucked them behind her left ears. "No one should suffer the fate that you do."

Frisk placed a hand on his wrist briefly in thanks before stepping away. She could feel the vendor's eyes on her back as she wandered through the crowd until he finally lost sight of her. She reached up to brush her fingers over the flowers, marveling in their softness.

She was so caught up in them that she forgot to pay attention to where she was going and ran straight into a man.

"woah," he said, reaching out to steady her as she stumbled. "it's ice to meet you too."

Frisk furrowed her brow in confusion, tilting her head as she tried to puzzle out his sentence.

"stumped?" the man asked with a wink. "i knew you'd slip up on that one."

Frisk giggled, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. No sound actually left her throat, but her shoulders shook with her mirth. She waved at him, nodding her apology before moving to go past him. Magic positively rolled off of the man, but it wasn't her business.

"now wait a minute," the man said cheerfully, "don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

Frisk blinked at him, and he stuck out his hand. Hesitantly, because most people tried to avoid touching her once they realized who she worked for, Frisk took his hand. She jumped back at the shock that coursed through her body, not strong enough to hurt but noticeable. She glared at him, and his grin grew wider.

"Meeting new people is just shocking isn't it?" he asked, his grin growing even wider. "anyways, uh, im sans. sans the -" he hesitated, stumbling over his speech before saying, "the prankster."

Frisk gave him a bright smile even though she was still a little spooked from the shock, and turned to go. He fell into step next to her as she started to point out and buy what she needed from nearby stalls.

"wow, i'm not sure about you, but i think it's a little rude not to introduce yourself," Sans said dryly, watching as Frisk picked two loaves of fresh bread to place in her basket. She sighed wistfully, quickly running through the signs of her name, hoping that the action would finally get him to leave. Master always became upset when she spoke to people more than necessary.

"frisk, huh?" Sans muttered, surprising her. She turned to face him and he grinned. "it's nice to meetcha frisk."

Frisk smiled sadly at him, and nodded to show that she returned to sentiment. The strange white haired man followed her around the marketplace as she gathered and payed for Master's food and cloth. She took the time to carefully arrange everything in her basket and cover it with a cloth to keep some of the fresher food warm.

"oh wow," Sans murmured reached out to finger the cloth. Frisk figured he must have noticed the enchantment on it that kept the contents of the basket warm. "how did you come to be able to afford this?"

Frisk signed an explanation that it wasn't hers.

"then who's it belong to?"

Frisk paused, trying to think of a way to explain Master to someone who really wouldn't understand. She didn't want to scare Sans, and the last person she had told the full truth to had disappeared. Finally she simply settled on signing the title that Master had chosen. Master.

"like the person you work for?" Sans asked, a layer of anger threading its way through his tone. That was close enough of an explanation that Frisk nodded, taking the out gratefully. She figured that he assumed she was a slave, even though the practice had been banned decades ago. Which was also only a partial explanation for her situation, and not quite clear of what she was.

They two of them were leaving the bustling marketplace, Frisk heading towards Master's house.

"and who do you work for?" Sans asked, still following after her.

C-H-A-R-A Frisk spelled out.

The white haired man stood up ramrod straight, alarm flashing through his eyes. "the monster hunter?"

Frisk nodded, a bitter smile crossing her face. Personally, she thought the act of tracking down lone monsters, those who didn't have the protective enchantments of their kingdom, and enslaving them cruel. Monster hunters like Master, who caught monster regardless, breaking the enchantments on the ones that were protected, were barbaric. But Frisk was in no position to do anything to change the system, and most of the human population was fine with the enslavement of the other race.

"that explains the money," Sans muttered.

Frisk nodded, glancing around the empty street they were on, her footsteps slowing near a door. The top corner of it was marked with a small golden flower, almost impossible to see unless someone knew where it was She eyed Sans, wondering if he would report it if he knew what was going on behind the door, but she doubted he would.

She met his eyes in a challenge, and his eyebrows climbed up his face. Without turning to look, Frisk knocked on the door, a single confident knock. The door swung open, and Frisk turned away from him, walking into the dimly lit house. It was small, with only the barest of furnishing and one room.

Sans strolled in after her, shutting the door behind them. Frisk made a beeline for the curtains near the back of the room, and knelt down next to it. She tugged on the cloth three times, two short and one long. Immediately after she had finished, a yellow monster burst out from it, barreling into her.

Frisk laughed, wrapping her arms around Monster Kid as he started to babble.

"Oh man dude! I almost thought you weren't going to make it this time, but that was mean of me wasn't it. You're almost as cool as Undyne and you always come once a month!" He pulled away from her and beamed. Frisk beamed back, reaching for their pockets.

"Oh yeah!" MK said, hopping up and swinging his tail around so she could drop the extra money she had, and all the stray coins she had snuck out of the house, into the bucket.

"Sweet! I think we might finally have enough to get Muffet back at the next auction," he cheered, and Frisk heard Sans make a surprised noise from behind her. She turned to look at him, MK glancing over her shoulder at the same time.

Sans was staring at her with wide eyes, "you help the monsters?"

"You bet!" MK cheered, running around her to talk to Sans to his face. "She always donates huge amounts, which totally helps! I think her donations alone have helped like, twelve monster go home including my mom!"

Frisk flushed, both at the praise and at the way that Sans went back to staring at her. She tugged at her hood, and stood up, smoothing out her cloak and double checking that the flowers in her hair had stayed in place. In the distance, the bell tower rang out, and out of habit Frisk count how many times it struck. One, two, three, four, five. She paled as she realized how late it was, and tapped MK on the head to let him know.

"Aw man, you're running late again aren't you?" he asked, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Are you going to be ok?"

She smiled at him and gave the child a peck on the forehead before rushing out the door. She was sure that Sans wouldn't report the monster because of his immediate reaction to Master's occupation and his surprise at how she was helping the monsters, and even as she left she could hear him start a conversation with MK.

"so kid, tell me about-"

Frisk just thought it was too bad that they would probably never met again, she would have liked to get to know the mysterious man better.

Her footsteps echoed through the cobbled roads as she ran back to Master's mansion, stopping at the wrought iron gate with gasping breaths. She paused, reaching up to smooth out her hair and clothes, brushing the dust from MK's hideout off of it. She walked past the ivy and gardens, entering the building without knocking.

Master was standing in the foyer, tapping his foot as he waited for her to return.

"You're late," he snapped, stalking up to her.

Frisk ducked her head, her bangs covering her eyes. She watched his hand come up and braced herself for the hit, her head snapping to the left as he backhanded her. She didn't look up, slowly moving her head to face Master once more. He scoffed, reaching up and grabbing at her hair where the flowers were placed.

Her head was yanked to the side, and he said sharply, "Place the basket down."

Frisk complied, carefully setting the basket on the table that was near the door for this exact purpose. Master smiled at her, a dark jagged expression that made her shudder.

"Now, why don't you tell me why you were so late?" he hissed, before giving a dark laugh, "Oh wait, you can't." He jerked at her hair, and Frisk bit down on a cry of pain. "Just remember who took such a defective thing in," he hissed, "I can throw you away just as easily."

Master pulled her by her hair, and threw her in a random direction. She crashed into one of the decorative tables with a vase of flowers on it, feeling the wood crack beneath her weight. The vase toppled over, falling to the ground next to her and shattering, soaking her with water. She sat there, waiting as she always did.

Master scoffed, muttering under his breath in anger as he stalked out of the room, and Frisk finally deemed it safe enough to stand. She placed one of her hands on the glass, wincing as it bit into her skin as she propelled herself up. Her neck and back had taken the brunt of the damage, and would likely be sore for days, but not enough to damage her work.

Master was always very careful about that.

Frisk wobbled for a moment before steadying herself. She took a deep breath, and knelt down to clean up the mess. It was going to be a long night. And a long month.