Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale and any of its characters. It is owned by Toby Fox. I also do not own the other characters made by their respective artists that will be appearing in the story. I only own the plot of the story, my created characters and the created places that I would be using in this story.


The noise from the town became louder with each step she took. A lot of people were gathered around the big fire dancing and singing merrily. The musicians were positioned near the dancing crowd and played lively tunes. Sans' crew were seated at the side a little close to the entrance, drinking hooch with women surrounding them, their wives and their children included. They just left the children to play along the sides. They were playing capture the flag with damsels in distress as flags. They were so small and how they played the game was so cute. No children for Rod, Felix and Edward though, just their women it seems. The crew was chatting and kissing and doing all that sexual affection with the women that Frisk had to look away before she saw anything more she might regret.

Sans and his brother were with Toriel, having their own crowd of men and women. They flirted with the three but the most they could offer in return for their playful advances was a pat on the head or shoulders and a nice chat. In all honesty, Frisk was slowly gaining her own group of admirers as well as she was steadily making her way to Sans and the rest. When she was near the crew, Felix noticed her first. "Ooh, lady Frisk what a pleasant surprise!" in a slightly drunk phase, he stood up to greet her. The crowd slowly building up around her, dispersed as the pirate came close. Their reputation was really highly regarded it seems. "You look fine today. Dressing up for the occasion I see."

"Yes, well you can say that it is as it appears." She slightly bowed her head at his intense gaze, looking at her from her head to her toes. Although she was already familiar with the pirate, she still felt unnerved while he circled her, continuing to examine her.

He gave a whistle and grinned at her, seeming finished with his inspection. "It seems a bit fancy though. Not that I am complaining, the other women are going and dressing up extravagantly as well. Want to sit with us? We'll give you some space... somewhere." He pointed an unstable finger where he was before with the rest, blinking his eyes repeatedly in a struggle to find a spot for her. When he can't seem to find any, he resorted to call the rest of the crews' attention. "Hey guys, the captain's lady is here. Make room!" She cringed at how loud his tone was.

"Oh, yes of course." Corbel answered and told the women beside him to scoot over. "Here lass, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable."

She waved her hands, smiling apologetically, "I think I am fine. Please continue what you are doing. I will find my own seat somewhere else." She said and excused herself politely which Corbel understood well, going on back to what he was discussing with his female companions.

Edward who's in better shape than the rest took her hand that made Frisk turn around and look at him. "Are you sure you don't want to join us?" He said a bit concerned about her lack of company.

She smiled at him and patted his hand with her free one. "I'm sure." Felix concluded through her actions that he couldn't convince her to join them in their merrymaking so he just settled with a smile and she smiled back at him.

"Hey Edward, don't disturb the lovely woman if she doesn't want too." Felix snickered as he placed his wife on his lap.

"Yeah, I'm getting there bob." He eyed Felix and looked at Frisk once more.

"Well," Rod stood up, bowing in front of her. She looked at him clueless until he extended a hand towards her. He smiled and she blushed at the gesture, "Care for a dance though, milady?"

Frisk fidgeted on her spot while Edward glared at him as he still held her hand, "Well... I'm not sure. I don't know how you actually dance here." She looked at the crowd at the center, "And I'm partly sure that those townspeople over there are dancing in the influence of alcohol."

"That's alright, I can teach you while we're hopping right to it." He took her hand and looked at Edward. "Edward, do you mind?"

Edward snarled at him. He was about to open his mouth to retort but Frisk squeezed his hand, so he looked at her. "It's alright, Edward." She smiled at him, "Maybe after we are done, you and I can dance together as well."

Edward hesitated but loosened his grip on her hand. Rod led her to the center and started dancing with her, spinning her around and holding one hand to her waist. She was laughing gleefully as they continued to dance, blending into the crowd.

"Ah, young love!" Edward stiffened as he heard the rest teasing him in chorus. They laughed as they chugged down another expensive looking beverage.

Roman wiped a spill from the corner of his mouth before he stared at the younger pirate, "I say, it's not a fault to like the lady. But be careful though, she's the captain's. Best to remember that."

"I know, I didn't forget." He peered at the two again, now separated as Rod tried to teach her some dance steps. Frisk was laughing at the awkward steps that she tried to copy from Rod. Edward smiled, "I think it would be best this way, being friends."

"Atta boy! That's how you should do it." David stood up and smacked Edward's back, making him choke. "Whoops! Sorry, forgot to hold off on the attack there." He scratched his skull and laughed.

"Well, instead of her, how about you take a go at the other ladies, Lilac for instance. You haven't found a bride yet, haven't you? She's actually a good catch if you disregard her... other qualities." Gabriel suggested, not actually sure if his advice about Edward trying to have a relationship with the dancer was a smart one.

"Nope, not happening. She's too wild and passionate for my taste. The captain can have her for all I care."

"Makes sense." Gabriel finished as he took his wife and laid her on his lap, gulping some hooch and shared a sloppy kiss with her. Edward was disturbed at the sight and looked away, grossed out. His fellow pirates kiss women other than their wives while they are away from home and was a commonality between them already. They were pirates, pirates are known for stuff like that. But the way they do it sometimes makes his face cringe in distaste. He rather prefers to treat his women with... more subtlety.

"Hey," Felix who was preoccupied by two women on both his sides and another two on his lap, spoke up after taking a gulp on his drink, "Why have we started to hate Lilac again?"

Roman drank and answered Felix, "Like what Edward just told us. She's too passionate for the captain that she puts out any chance for possible suitors to actually like her." He spoke to the girls beside him, telling them a joke which gained a giggle from them.

"Oh, right. Now I remember." And the crew continued the drinking spree with their company of women.


Sans told the stories of his voyage to the women surrounding him. Lilac was happily massaging his shoulders and flirting with him while she was doing so on which Sans just let slide for his muscles really did need a back rub after all that searching for Frisk around the island. None of the other women dared to go and challenge Lilac for the attention of Sans while she's around. They just settle themselves at his feet, massaging him there and not making any obvious advances toward the captain. If ever as they so did something of the sort, they'd be faced by the magic of very angry Lilac.

"Sansy, how about I dance for you? It has been a while since you last saw me dance." Lilac drew away and stood in front of him, nodding at the musicians. They complied and played another lively tune. She unruffled the cloth on her shoulder and started to dance to the tune with such fluidity and allure. The dance was so intoxicating that the women and the other people close to them all had their eyes on her.

Sans intertwined his fingers and placed it on his lips, leaning on it as he watched Lilac's performance when he noticed two new figures that added to the crowd of dancers at the center of town. The fire was a little too bright tonight that he had to scrunch up his eyes to clearly see them. The small light that made up his pupils disappeared when he realized who the couple was. Frisk was swaying gracefully to the rhythm as Rod guided her through the crowd, they were clearly enjoying themselves. His eye twitched at the sight of them dancing together. "So, we're doing that now I see." he stood up abruptly, the women who were positioned at his feet stumbled at his sudden movement. Lilac stopped when he passed by her. They tried to call him but he ignored them and came towards Frisk and Rod.

"Sans?" Papyrus noticed his brother going to the crowd of dancers. He noticed that he was heading for Rod who he was shocked to see together with Frisk. She must have arrived a bit later into the festivities. Sans had that look on him as he was steadily approaching the two, Oh no, this isn't good. He tapped Toriel's shoulder and pointed at Frisk. "Umm, Toriel, we found Frisk..."

Toriel turned her head to look at him after excusing herself from the conversation she was currently occupied with the group she had with her. They were discussing about Lilac and her reputation as a dancer when Toriel saw her dance for the first time. The artistic appeal of her every movement was very remarkable. "Really, where is she?" She looked at where he was pointing and saw that Frisk was with Rod and Sans. Sans was holding Frisk's left hand while Rod was holding on to Frisk's waist. Sans had a menacing look on him. "Oh dear." she and Papyrus could only watch as the scene unfolded itself in front of them.

"Hello there, captain." Rod said with a smile as he held on to Frisk's side strongly.

"Rod, what do you think you are doing?" Sans eyed him in an accusing way as his grip on Frisk's hand tightened a bit that made Frisk wince a bit. Sans was too busy to notice this reaction of hers though as he continued his stare-off with his first mate.

"Why, we're dancing of course! I assume you saw us do just that from your spot way over there." he closed his eyes as he shrugged nonchalantly, smiling at his captain as he opened his eyes again.

Sans' eye twitched at Rod's response but didn't give his subordinate any more means to enjoy himself in his expense. "Don't get funny with me. I thought we had a deal."

"I remember our agreement well, captain. But to no disrespect, I don't see why dancing with her is against the rules." The tension between them was beginning to build up by the second. The music and the chatter of the crowd went silent. A few moments later, everything just stopped. Frisk felt the need to get as far away from them as possible. Though they were not really gripping her as tightly but just the intensity of their glares was making her feel small beyond belief. She just bowed her head, closed her eys and hoped for the best and prepared herself for the worst. Rod snickered until it became a loud laugh, "God, captain, you are so uptight! I was just messing with you."

"Like I would take what you did so seriously as well." They removed their hold on Frisk and put an arm on each other's shoulders, laughing. She just stared at both men and questioned if what had transpired really did happen. The crowd smiled and went on with the festivities. "But seriously," Sans stopped laughing and looked at Rod, Rod did the same, "Don't do that again." He pointed an accusing finger at Rod.

He scratched his skull as he laughed. "Yes captain, I know. Geez." He bowed his head and peered at Frisk's direction. "Are you alright there, your ladyship?" he asked her and she hurriedly nodded in response. He fixed his posture and grinned at her, "Good to know."

"Now get back there with the rest, I have something to discuss with sunshine over here." Sans patted him off. Frisk and Sans saw him leave before Sans regarded her again. "Let's go to Papyrus and Toriel. You have a lot of explaining to do." She gave an awkward timid laugh at him before they went to Papyrus and Toriel.

As they approached Papyrus and Toriel, Toriel quickly ran towards Frisk. "My child, thank goodness that did not escalate in a bad way." Toriel said as she sighed and hugged Frisk tightly. "You would have been hurt if ever those two started a commotion. More importantly," she released the hug and gripped Frisk's shoulder, "we have been looking everywhere for you! Where did you run off to young lady?"

"It's not nice leaving us without a word, Frisk. Even if we know that you are just in the island, it's still a big place to look for such a small person." Papyrus commented, looking at Sans who just shrugged to him in response.

"I am very sorry, I was going to enter the tavern you went into a while ago but Sans and Papyrus had their friends there as well. I could not bring myself to interrupt the happy reunion. So I went by myself to explore the island to entertain myself a little." Which was an utter lie; but of course she could not tell them that she had Ink for company. She would be breaking her promise to him if she were to tell the truth.

"By yourself! My child, what you did was dangerous! If something were to happen to you while you were alone, we would not know and-!" Toriel felt her knees growing weak and she knelt to the floor sobbing.

"Mother, it's alright. I'm fine, see?" Frisk knelt and placed her hands on Toriel's shoulders. Toriel was hyperventilating. Frisk encouraged that Toriel should take deep breaths to regulate her breathing.

"I... I don't want to lose another one..." Toriel mumbled, sweating profusely from shaking so much because she was experiencing a shock.

Frisk's eyes grew wide, that was definitely an unusual response to her momentary disappearance. "Mother, what are you saying... another one?"

Toriel removed her hands from her face and had her eyes widely opened. "I... do not know. I said that but, I don't know why." she held her head, "Did I really lose a child?"

"Let us have you sit back on your chair." Frisk offered and led her to her seat. Frisk seated right next to her, rubbing her back in comfort. "Are you feeling a bit better now?"

"Yes, thank you." Toriel answered, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Papyrus came close, holding out to Toriel a cup of water. "Here Toriel, some water to refresh you." He said as Toriel reached out to take it. She smiled at him and drank its contents empty.

"Thank you, Papyrus. You are such a dear." She sighed and gave him back the cup.

"Maybe you are regaining your memories little by little now, mother." Frisk said. It might be likely that her disappearance triggered something in her mind that made her remember a bit about herself.

"Perhaps. But the thought of losing a child... how might I have lost them?"

"That can only be answered once you regain your memories. For now, let us just enjoy what is happening before us." Papyrus offered which they both agreed to. Papyrus then went on introducing to Frisk the different pirate group around them and the other groups of two races that resides on the island.

Seeing as Papyrus was finished with the introductions, Sans tapped Frisk's shoulder to get her attention. "Hey sunshine, since when did you change your clothes?" he asked noticing how her attire now was quite different from when he last saw her.

"Oh, umm," she became a little nervous. "I played at the sea side and got my clothes wet. But a nice person gave me new ones to change on. I don't know where they took my clothes off to though. I will go ask them later." She forgot all about her previous clothes. The clothes she wore now were so comfortable to wear that she forgot to ask Ink about her clothes from before. Was the portal Ink jumped into still there? And if it is, can it be used as a communicator? She needs those clothes back or else Fuku and Kate would never forgive her. She worried at the thought of the two women getting angry and pitied herself inwardly.

"I can come with you. I know you handled yourself perfectly fine out there alone, but it's better to have company just in case." Sans offered. It was never wrong to be sure.

She was panicking now. What if Ink came back and Sans saw him? She feared of what might transpire if he did. She smiled at him awkwardly trying to make an excuse for him not to come along. "I think it is best not to come with me. You see, the one who helped me is a bit shy and wishes to keep their identity known to just the two of us."

Sans narrowed his eyes at her, "Are you hiding something from us?"

"N-no, of course not!" Frisk stuttered and she berated herself at that, "Alright, you can come with me, but make sure that when we are almost at the shore, you will stay at the forest. Like I told you, they are shy." She just stuck with her first excuse and wished it sold as an agreeable one.

"Well, let's go then."

"A-alright." they both stood up and started walking towards the forest.


They were now at the shore. Sans kept his word and stayed hidden behind the trees of the forest. Ink's magical portal was still there. She came close and saw her clothes just beside it with a note attached with words that said:

Frisk,

I present thee, thy clothes! I know you'll get in trouble if I don't return them, so here.

Sorry I forgot to give them back. I was in front of such a lovely creature that I totally forgot about it, if you know what I mean.

Anyways, see you when I see you again my friend!

Love,

Ink

She smiled at the note. She could feel his flirtatious antics and a little wink from him while reading it that it was actually funny. "Ink. That fellow, really." How thoughtful of him to remember to give her back her clothes. She took the clothes, which was miraculously clean already and started walking to where Sans was, keeping the note inside her skirt's pocket. It would be a nice souvenir to remember him by until they get to see each other again. For now, she would wonder why her clothes were actually clean and dry - must be a magic of his as well in action. She did not mind about his portal for it will be washed the sea water soon enough.

When he heard her slowly approaching where he was, he straightened his posture and looked at her and the clothes she held firmly on her hands. "So, where is that mysterious person? I would like to give them my thanks for giving you a change of clothes."

"Well, it appears that they had already gone and simply left my dry clothes for me to pick up if ever I remember to take them back." she told him and he smiled at her relieved that she at least wasn't lying.

"Good thing I asked then or else someone else would have taken it instead. I do not wish to know what Fuku and Kate's reaction would be if they ever find out that you lost those clothes." he started snickering as he imagined the women's fury towering over Frisk's scared figure.

Sweat formed on her temple at his reaction and at what he has been imagining in that skull of his. "Yes, I do not wish to know as well." They adored how Frisk looked in the clothes they had designed that they gave it to her free of charge. So if ever she really did not have it in her possession when they see her again, they would be really upset. But saying they would only be upset would just be an understatement to what they would actually feel if ever she actually lost them.

"Let me carry those for you." Sans reached and took hold of the clothes so that he was carrying them. Frisk protested and tried to take them back saying that it was her clothes so it was not really necessary for him to carry them for her. "What, you want me to carry you all the way to the town instead?" He raised an eyebrow, a smile slowly forming on his lips as he looked at her. He looked straight ahead again and started walking ahead to town, Frisk following suit. "Actually, that is definitely a great idea." He turned his head to look at Frisk following him close behind and smirked at her. "What do you say, sunshine? Want to give it a whirl?" now he was wriggling his eyebrows in emphasis.

Frisk's face was splashed with the cutest shade of pink. She brought her hands together to the front of her legs as she walked, "I would prefer that we don't do such a thing, thank you." She continued walking with her head slightly bowed. She assumed that Sans did not see her slowly reddening face because of the dim swaying orange lighting of the torches but in truth, Sans can see it all too well.

He was so used to the darkness that he can see the faintest things like it was morning. His grin grew wider and he slowed down a little bit, now walking simultaneously with Frisk. "Hold this for me, okay?"

"Sans, please no-!" Frisk gasped as she was lifted off the ground.

"Let's do this, sunshine!" He exclaimed and started jogging. Frisk covered her face with the clothes, now red as a tomato. "Why are you covering your face? Don't be shy, you look really adorable with that blushing face."

She removed the cover from her eyes and looked at him, "That doesn't make the situation any better. Can't you just let me walk by myself? I'm not sprained or anything."

"I can do that, but I don't want to." He looked at her, "It's fun sweeping you off your feet."

"Sans..." she meekly said and covered her eyes again. After a few moments through the long entrance, Sans got tired from all the jogging and settled on just walking the rest of the way. The slow swaying motions made Frisk a little drowsy mixed with her exhaustion from before slowly lulled her to sleep.

Sans noticed the soft breaths coming from her and looked to see Frisk in slumber. The clothes she used to cover her face were now just below her chin, making her sleeping face visible. Sans' eyes softened as he continued to look at her. He gave a small kiss on her forehead, lingering there for a moment before slowly straightening up once more, already seeing the entrance to the town. "Sleep well, my cute ray of sun."

As Sans entered town, Papyrus came running to his direction with a worried look on his face. "Sans, where did you and Frisk go?" he said in a demanding tone. Frisk had been gone for a while and now disappeared again with Sans just when she had just rejoined the group. Sans better have a good explanation for this.

"Just went out to get her clothes." Sans replied as he stopped right in front of his brother. "She forgot to take them back from someone who was nice enough to give her spare clothes because she got her previous ones wet. But when we got there, they were nowhere to be seen and just left the clothes on a piece of palm tree leaf all neatly folded. It was really something."

"Oh, that is something. A mysterious individual has saved a damsel in distress of wet garments."

"Yeah, nice of them to di-stress her, right Paps?" Sans smiled as he wriggled his boney eyebrows, snickering a bit at his brother's slowly changing facial features.

Papyrus looked at him in annoyance. "Very funny, Sans." he said in an irritated tone. Honestly, he is impossible to deal with at times, his elder brother.

"Aw, come on. I'm just carrying that stress off your shoulders." Sans said, smiling even wider.

"Alright, that is enough." Papyrus said in a dismissed tone as he massage his throbbing temple at his brother's behavior.

"Oh, Frisk is already asleep." Toriel came close to them and looked at her adoptive daughter slumbering in peace.

"Hey there Toriel, I've goat your adoptive daughter right here. She seems to like my smell so much that she instantaneously fell asleep." Sans answered back, turning his puns to her direction instead to see how well she handles them.

"Is that so? But surely she fainted because you are so odor-able." she replied back which was very unexpected. To think the so called queen of the monsters was into giving puns as well, who knew? At least there was something they can actually agree with.

"My king, what has befallen this island?" Papyrus looked up to the heavens in agony. "Before it was just my brother, then that weird disease and now the queen has the same pun hobby as Sans? Dear creator, please help us!"

Lilac noticed them chatting and stealthily came towards Sans. She wove her hands around his neck and pressed her body againts his back. "Hello there, Sansy my sweet." she whispered sweet words to his ears as he stood on his spot.

Sans noticed her even before she had her arm around his neck, but he was being careful not to wake Frisk up if he so happens to move from his spot. "Lilac please, not right now. I am preoccupied as of the moment." He replied to her his head looking straight ahead as he closed his eyes tired of this kind of interaction with her every now and then.

Lilac looked at Frisk who was dreaming on Sans' arms. She frowned and looked at him from where she was, "Sans, just give her to your brother and let's play a little. There, at the woods," Lilac rubbed herself on Sans and gave a little purr, "in the dark."

Sans closed his eyes and breathed, he looked at Papyrus and he nodded. "I've got it, brother." Papyrus came and grabbed Lilac, dragging her away from Frisk and Sans.

Lilac struggled to get herself free from Papyrus but his grip was too firm to loosen even a bit. She growled and looked at Sans, "Sans, you can't resist my allure forever!"

"Sorry Lilac. If I have not taken a liking to your advances then, I would still not do so today or any other day. Especially now." He looked at Frisk and smiled.

"No... You wouldn't." She grimaced at the sight. "How could you! After all I've done for you... you would just push me aside!"

"I know what you have done for me and I appreciate your efforts a lot. But please understand that I have my own feelings and my own mind." He looked up, to think of a reply. When he let his head fall back to look at her, he smiled at her apologetically. "So let us both do ourselves a favor and stop this foolishness." Lilac's mouth hung agape and her eyes filled with the look of betrayal and rage. Even if the case of their relationship was like that, Sans still held a certain feeling of friendship towards the woman. So seeing her actually mad at him is saddening. "Lilac, if there was another way to end this easily and painlessly I would do that instead, but this is already getting out of hand. I only wish for us to be friends and nothing more. You deserve someone who can return the same feelings of love to you but I am not that monster. I can never be that monster."

A black smoke slowly entered her body from her feet without anybody noticing. An eerie voice then whispered in Lilac's mind, 'Yes, hate him. Hate him for what he did to you. Fuel that rage and make it into power. Destroy that woman that he calls his ray of sun.' She glared at Sans even more, this was unforgivable... utterly unforgivable! "I am not through with you Sans. You and that woman!" she jabbed Papyrus' ribs and stormed off to the buildings, slowly fading from their sight.

"Do you really think that was really necessary, Sans?" Papyrus rubbed at his ribs as he asked his brother about his actions.

"It had to stop at some point. I'm surprised Frisk didn't wake up after all that clamor, though." Sans looked at her and was amazed by how soundly she slept, undisturbed with all the commotion happening.

"She must be really tired. We should better get her to bed." Toriel suggested and both agreed that it was the best action to take before anything else happens.

A shadow looked at them from the darkness of the forest. "Frisk..." they said and continued to look at the four as Sans carried Frisk to the brothers' home, Papyrus and Toriel behind them.

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The night the citizens woke up after the Blue Skulls' attack.

Frisk's mother woke up on the floor of the church and saw that it was already dark outside. Her body ached all over and when she touched her head, she could feel a small bump there where the pirate had hit her before. She noticed a figure beside her and quickly crawled over and cradled his head on her lap. "Dear, are you okay?"

Frisk's father groaned and held his head, waking up to the sound of his wife's worried voice. "Yes, a bit sore but I'm fine." he said as he tried to get up, his wife supporting him as he did.

Once the mother of groom got up, she frantically ran to her son's side trying to wake him up."Son! Son are you alright? Are you hurt or even injured in any way?" As the son was coming to, she helped him sit up as he tried to steady himself.

The groom patted her mother's hand, "I'm fine, mother. Just got bruised is all." he said as the part of his body that the pirates hit throbbed against his clothing.

The grandmother of the groom spoke once she has composed herself on a bench, "I knew this was a bad setup to begin with. We shouldn't have agreed to let my grandson go on with this ceremony." she looked at Frisk's parents with accusing eyes before looking at the grooms father to make her point clear to the man.

One of the bridesmaids, the groom's cousin came running to the assembled group at the front of the altar in a panic. Still panting she said what she the news Frisk's parents feared. "Uncle, the bride is missing! She's not in her room."

The grandfather of the groom shook his head at the news. "She might have already been taken by those sea burglars. She's already a lost cost." Everyone clearly disappointed stayed silent in thought of what they should do or say next with regards to the unfortunate event.

Frisk's father spoke first, not wanting to put up with the silence any further without any proper action done to make the situation turn in their favor. "Can't we at least ask for help from the guards? Have them help us look for her?"

"Yes, yes. Use your connections. They might still be somewhere near the area. We can still catch up to them." Frisk's mother seconded as she feared what might happen to them if the engagement were to be cancelled this late in the game.

The groom's father spoke in behalf of their family and their concerns with regards to the matter and how they would proceed with it. "It will take about a day to get to them. By that time, they will already be far off to who knows where."

"Yes, and even if they were to be able to catch up to them, they would most likely decline the request of rescuing someone from a group of pirate monsters. They wouldn't be dumb enough to risk their lives for someone of low importance." the mother of the groom agreed to her husband's way of thinking, looking at Frisk's parents in disgust at their attempts futile attempts of making them agree to their terms.

"But, she's the bride of your son? Surely she is of utmost importance." Frisk's father pleaded as he went to the grooms parents hoping that they reconsider. This was their last shot at the good life and they were not about to let that go without trying.

The father of groom only looked at them in pity, "Not anymore." but even if he pitied the couple, he was not about to take a risk that did not favor them in the slightest. "The bride is gone anyways so there is nothing left to do here. The wedding is cancelled. Good luck with your life ahead, if you'll have any more after this that is."

Frisk's parents' face grimed as one by one, the occupants of the church left leaving the both of them dumbfounded. When they finally found their strength, they ran outside as fast as they could to plead once more to the groom and his family to rethink their decision one more time but they were already far off and can no longer hear their cries of importune. They then turned to the people of the streets to ask for their help in search for their daughter but all of them declined in fear of the pirates that had casually walked their streets a few hours ago. The parents, losing all sense of rationality like they did when their first born ran away with that foreign prince, ran to the person that they knew could at least make those pirate scum regret their decision of coming to their town.

The witch greeted them with open arms as the couple once again entered her dominion. "Welcome, loyal patrons. How may I serve you this fine evening?" she smiled as they came closer to her table.

Frisk's mother was the first to speak this time. "We'd like to put the pirates who took our daughter in misery." This was their final shot and it was all ruined by those pirate scum. How are they going to survive now that their money bank has been bagged and carried out to sea beyond their reach.

The witch's eyes narrowed a bit at the couples greediness. "That kind already has a curse put upon them. Would you like to put another?" She inquired further, trying to know if the couple knew what they were asking for. This was their second visit after all and everything had a price.

"That's right. We'd like them to suffer a great deal for ruining our chances out of our shitty life." Frisk's father was itching with revenge. This was the least they could do to those impudent pirates that mocked them by taking their daughter as a prize. Those bastards will get their just deserts soon enough.

The witch crossed her arms and thought for a moment before opening her mouth to speak once more. "Well then, how's about I make a special offer?"

"What kind of offer?" Frisk's mother asked, skeptical about the exchange they were now having. They weren't actually offered this kind of treatment the first time so she was being careful, expecting a ludicrous offer.

The witch smiled again and explained herself, "Two wishes granted for my most loyal customers of course. To give suffering to those pirates who dare give you grief and to free you from the miserable life." The couple excused themselves for a moment and discussed between them the possibilities of accepting her offer. When they have finally come to a decision, both nodded and the old woman stood up from where she sat, going up to them till they were one person apart. She held one of each of their hands and chanted. "They will have their grief brought to them soon enough. That race already had a prophecy brought on them from centuries of old. And you both made that prophecy real through your greed. The fate of both of you however is of another concern." She removed her grip from their hands as she backed a few steps away from them. "It's time to collect the full payment." A black smoke then appeared behind them and entered their bodies.

They started coughing as their eyes reddened as blood flowed from every hole they had in their bodies — from their ears, eyes, nose, mouth. "Wh-whaps happemin po us?" Frisk's father covered his mouth as he coughed while trying to voice out his thoughts. Every part of their body is hurting and they felt that all life and power they had was slowly being drained away.

"Collecting your debt of course." the witch said simply as she looked at the both of them with a bit of humor in her eyes. "That blood from before was a way of summoning the beast and a way of finding the both of you again if you ever decide to run away from your debt."

"Bis bwasn't the bode of payment bwe saib bwe'd give you!" the mother chocked as she fell on her knees trying to remove the liquid in her mouth preventing her to breathe or even speak.

"Well you didn't specifically ask how this deal was going to be paid, now did you? Since it has been lacking in strength for a while now, I think it's about time it regained some of it, don't you agree? Another part of the contract you had willingly applied in." She sat on her chair once more. "Don't get me wrong, you've brought this upon yourselves." The couples lifeless bodies, all drained of blood and power lied limp on her floor after the smoke had vanished from their bodies and went to do its business once again. "Honestly, the cleanup afterwards is the tedious of all when it comes to this business." She smiled, "Hmm, I think I'll have stew later." and she went back to reading her book.