Mafiatale

An Undertale AU Fiction by D101 Reviews

Chapter 01: Human Child, All Alone

"Frisk come along!"

Frisk looked up from the shop window he'd been peering into and stumbled after his aunt, pushing his cap out of his eyes as it slide down to blind him momentarily once again. It was a size too big; having once belonged to a boy much older than him. He reached his hand and grasped hold of his aunt's hand. She looked down at him in surprise and gently extracted her hand from his grip. Frisk stuck out his bottom lip in protest but didn't say anything.

Frisk had lived with his aunt for a long while. He couldn't exactly remember when he'd started living with her. He knew it was after his parents died though. There wasn't much he could remember of how they'd died or what they'd been like. He knew his mom had been nice though. One of his happiest memories was when she'd taken him to get some candy from the lady monster who ran the corner shop just down the road where they used to live. His dad had been nice too. When Frisk was tired his dad used to put him in his lap and hold him to his chest so Frisk could hear his heartbeat.

His aunt wasn't nice. She was his father's older sister he knew but she wasn't like his dad. She didn't like being close to Frisk in any way. She'd send him to bed early, without the calming sound of a heartbeat to set him at ease. She was also mean to monsters.

Frisk didn't understand why his Aunt didn't like monsters. All the monsters Frisk had met were generally very nice. Not that he saw many monsters these days. The new school his aunt had sent him to was a human's only school on the northern side of the city.

Frisk's aunt suddenly placed her hand on his shoulder and began to guide him swiftly across the road. Frisk looked up confused, his hat sliding into his eyes again. He pushed his hat back and looked around to see why his aunt was guiding them across the road. He couldn't see anything nearby. All he saw was a young woman with her brown hair cut in the fashion of some dancer he often saw in the papers. She met Frisk's gaze and nodded, before pulling her hat down over her eyes and walking off.

Was his aunt trying to avoid the young woman maybe? Frisk couldn't be sure. They turned down an alleyway and cut past a few buildings to emerge in a public square, rammed full of people slowly making their way through the public market. Most were human but some of them were most definitely monsters. Frisk smiled at the familiar sight of these monsters as his aunt reached down to gingery take his hand, shopping basket slipping into her free hand.

Frisk liked the market. The market was one of the good things that had come from moving in with his aunt. They went every week so his aunt could buy fresh fruit and vegetables along with what she referred to as, normal food. Frisk didn't need to ask what his aunt meant by normal food. His aunt was a good cook, but sometimes he missed the monster meals his father managed to put on the table every Saturday night.

His aunt picked up a bottle of milk from a market stall and began haggling for a price as Frisk looked around, twisting a few dollar bills he had saved from his allowance for a few weeks now. Whether or not he wanted to spend any of it now however remained to be seen.

Then he spotted it. A market stall filled with toffees, chocolates, gobstoppers and all other candies. But that wasn't the best part. The stall was manned by an elderly looking female monster. It had been so long since Frisk had had any monster candy. He licked his lips instinctively.

Worming his hand from the grasp of his aunt, he ran head first into the crowd and started pushing his way past the throng of people in order to reach the candy stand. He could practically taste the delicious treats already.

So excited was he that he didn't realise he was at the market stall until he almost ran into it. He braced himself against the edge of the stall and the lady monster behind it gave a small gasp of surprise before she gave a small chuckle at Frisk's eager smile. She looked down at him kindly with that all familiar glimmer that was so consistent in a monster's gaze.

"Hello there dearie," she said sweetly. "And what can I get for such a handsome lad like you today?"

Frisk looked down bashfully and scuffed his feet a little, a blush of embarrassment colouring his gently tanned cheeks. He then held up his handful of dollar bills and rested it on the counter looking around at the selection on offer. The monster lady waited for Frisk to make his decision with a patient smile on her face.

He spotted a big slab of white chocolate under a glass dish and his big brown eyes lit up like a christmas tree and he pointed eagerly at it, beaming. The monster lady followed his pointing finger and smiled.

"Ah, that's looking very popular today," she said as she got a paper bag and lifted the glass off of the chocolate and started putting big chucks of chocolate into the bag. She looked left and right before leaning slyly in and whispering conspiratorially to Frisk. "Between you and me it's my personal favourite too. But that's a secret between you and me okay?" Frisk nodded fervently and the monster lady laughed. "Here, I'll put you a little piece extra in okay? But don't tell anybody."

Frisk beamed and handed his money over to receive the paper bag filled with delicious monster candy. He popped a square of white chocolate in his mouth and waved goodbye to the monster lady, tuning on his heel to make his way back through the throng of people. His aunt probably wouldn't be very happy that he'd bought monster candy. She'd probably take it away and then Frisk wouldn't get to eat it.

He spotted his aunt, a little way from the milk stand now, examining boxes of eggs. She'd be distracted for a little while, giving Frisk the perfect opportunity to find a place to hunker down and eat his chocolate in peace. He'd probably get sick if he ate it all now, but he didn't mind. It might give him an excuse to stay away from school the following Monday.

He pushed his way out of the square and made his way to a nearby park. A few kids were playing in the park with their parents. Frisk tried not to feel envious at the relationship they must have as a family unit and sat down at a park bench, putting another square into his mouth. He watched a young girl swing on the arms of her parents and tried to ignore the lump in his chest.

A little while later and a new group of families were gathered in the park, people had streamed away to and from the market and Frisk was still picking away at his chocolate. The chocolate was starting to melt a bit now and Frisk was starting to feel a little sickly. Regret was now creeping into mind that maybe he should have bought some milk chocolate, or maybe not spent all of his money in one place.

He was just wondering where his aunt was when the paper bag was suddenly snatched from under his grasp. His head whipped around and he saw a monster kid running away, Frisk's paper bag of monster candy in their grasp.

"Hey!" Frisk cried jumping to their feet and giving chase. "That's mine!"

The monster kid looked back and sped up, their stumpy tail wagging almost mockingly. Frisk gave a growl of frustration and ran faster too, though the monster kid was much faster. He didn't have any arms though Frisk noted, so maybe if he tripped on something?

This train of thought was quickly dashed as the monster kid hopped nimbly over and tipped over trash can and picked his way on his tip toes through the spilled rubbish. Frisk darted around the can and jumped unsteadily over the trash, stumbled and fell onto his knees. He gave a small grunt of pain as he scraped his right knee on the ground, his tan shorts not offering much protection from the harsh asphalt. He got to his feet, rubbed his nose and set off again, following the monster kid even deeper into the city, refusing to let the back of his yellow, spined head out of sight. He'd paid over a month's allowance on that monster candy!

"Give, it, back!" Frisk cried in between wheezing pants.

The monster kid turned around suddenly, smiled smugly, and tilted his head back and taking the bag into his mouth which, Frisk realised in horror, was already empty. The monster kid chewed for a moment or two, before he spat the empty and moist bag at Frisk and ran away again, laughing madly.

Frisk slowed to a walk as he came to the wet remains of his chocolate bag. He kicked it meekly with his shoe and sniffed, eyes beginning to well up with tears. His knee was cut pretty badly, he was tired and sore and his monster candy had been stolen and eaten. He couldn't help it. He started crying.

His sobs racked his chest and his tears ran down his cheeks to splat onto the ground at his feet. Shuddering breath after shuddering breath made him quake from head to toe. All he wanted was for his aunt to come take his hand and lead him back home. He kicked the bag again hoping it would make him feel a little better. When that proved to be less than effective he turned to go, tears still wet in his eyes.

He stopped crying then as a terrible realisation dawned on him. He had no idea where he was. Frisk took an unsteady step backwards and looked left and right, trying to see which way he came from, for something that would trigger a memory that would lead him back home. Nothing. Nothing at all twigged in his mind. He started shaking now, new fresh tears bubbling to the surface. Quiet tears, the tears of a child who wanted so badly to call into the darkness. The tears of a little boy who wants so desperately to just scream: 'Mommy! Daddy! Somebody help!'

The tears of a boy who kept quiet because he knew no matter how hard he could cry the reult was always the same.

'But nobody came…'