It all went wrong while the author was away. King Spade had taken his clothes off and gone streaking while singing opera tunes, the flowers had wilted, Lancer died of heart failure, Kris had finally killed Toriel after tearing their heart out, and EVERYTHING WAS ON FIRE! Joking, joking. Can't resist doing that. None the less let's return to King Spade, who is currently making his way to Toriel's house with the bouquet of golden flowers in hand. Even if his timing was kind of bad, though to him this was probably normal timing. If any timing was to be had.
He made his way onto her doorstep, glancing around. Didn't have Lancer or Rouxls Kaard to help him out of this one this time. Fantastic. He took a deep breath and raised his hand up, knocking on the door of the house. He waited a few minutes until it was eventually answered by… Kris. Of course it'd be Kris. They stared up at King Spade, who stared back. More awkward hurdles to jump through. But he may as well be straightforward this time.
"… Is Toriel home? I would like to speak to her." King Spade promptly stated while not sounding incredibly rude for a change. Kris raised an eyebrow, honestly a little impressed by how… different King Spade looked and sounded from last time. That and he didn't have his hood, so he looked kind of silly. "Oh, I'm right here!" Toriel said from inside. She was in the living room, so it wasn't hard for her to not hear King Spade. "… Oh? King? What're you doing here? And why are.. pff…" Toriel covered her mouth when she saw King Spade in that getup, hiding a chuckle the best she could. King Spade grumbled. "Knew it looked stupid…" He muttered, looking back to her. Kris could tell they could leave this to them, so they walked back, leaving Toriel and King Spade to themselves. Another confusing statement by Kris™.
"Ah, no no you look great!" Toriel said, smiling to him. "Just wasn't expecting to see you like this, or at this hour, that's all." She reassured him. He shook it off. "Mmh… right… either way, erm… Toriel." He weakly smiled. "I… got these for you." He held the bouquet out to her. Toriel looked a bit confused, taking them. "I've also been meaning to ask you something… even if we haven't exactly known each other long… but would you like to head out on a date with me, per chance?" He asked rather quickly. Toriel stared at him, smile having faded before chuckling a little more.
"Oh King… it is awfully sweet of you to ask me. But I believe I made myself clear at dinner… I'm not looking for someone right now. That and Kris told me some… interesting… stories about you." She said, glancing back at Kris. King Spade's smile faded as he looked over Toriel's shoulder, snarling at Kris. Who looked at King Spade, and gave him a rude gesture when Toriel had looked back away. Wow Kris, how vulgar. "I hope you do understand… you do look and act awfully kind now however, and I would love to get to know you. But, as a friend." She stated, smiling to him yet again. "Would that be fine?" She asked.
King Spade sighed, looking down at the ground. So much for all that work to win her over. Rouxls Kaard is going to pay. "… Yes… I believe that would." He said, looking back at her and mustering up a smile. Though it was hard to due to his rising anger as the thoughts flooded through his head. Toriel looked relieved at least. "Good to hear! Hope things will be well for us down the road." She nodded. "It is rather late after all, so I don't really think this would be a good time for a date anyways…" She glanced away. King Spade nodded. "Right, right… well, I suppose I may see you tomorrow then?" He asked. Toriel nodded. "Most likely. I'll be working at school tomorrow but maybe I'll see you around the neighborhood. Until then, good night King… and erm, no offense, again you do seem better than what Kris said, but… please stay away from my child." She said, somewhat concerned after what Kris had said. King Spade still looked somewhat disappointed. "Good night…" He mumbled, walking off. Toriel glanced at the flowers for a moment, seemingly thinking before heading back inside, closing the door behind her. King Spade walked away from the door, stopping at the side walk. … Before yelling and uprooting their mailbox out of the ground, throwing it across the street and hitting an innocent passerby in the head and knocking them out. He stood there, panting for a moment before starting to stomp back to the school to head home. Great, he made absolutely no progress after all that work, thanks to that was really starting to frustrate him.
Then again if he went home now he'd more than likely be put back into his cell, so he stopped in his tracks. Lancer was still away with Rouxls Kaard. So he could probably wait the night out somewhere. And so, he did, walking off to who knows where in the town. Most likely some place out of the way. He needed to think about things after that. But we'll return to that soon enough. For now…
Lancer was sitting in his bed at the moment. He had been unable to fall asleep, thinking about how his father had been doing back in the realm of the lightners. He wasn't exactly worried, more or less just curious as to how he could've been doing. He tends to think a lot when he's in bed. About his dad, lesser dad, Kris, Susie, When Ralsei will make the freaking jackets, Giraffes, Squares, Etc. He sat up, placing his hands on his cheeks and sighing. Then he thought for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, he could SKIP sleep! He never thought of that before. Thusly, he was going to put his plan into action. He hopped out of bed, scurrying out of his room and peeking into the hall for any sign of, well, anyone. There were a few guards on duty, but he easily snuck on past those. Rouxls Kaard was asleep at the moment, so he was home free. He made his way out of the castle, and back over to the breach in the sky…
And out of the closet and school he went, back into the town and scurrying around to find his dad. But for whatever reason, there was no sign of him. Not even on Mr. Benchy Bench, the bench that had been sat on at least 3 or 4 times during the span of this fanfic. "… DAAAAAAAAAAD! WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUU?" Lancer hollered out in the midst of the town. All he got in reply was dogs barking. A small white one casually vibrated by him. He sighed. "Don't tell me he actually ran off in embarassemt…" Lancer mumbled, starting to look up north of the town.
Eventually, he actually spotted his father. Who was sitting quietly on the ground in front of a wide river. "Dad! There you are, I was starting to get worried! And I know I'm out late but there's totally good reason for that. Lesser Dad said I had to go get him some drugs and- … Uh… dad…?" Lancer looked confused now. His father didn't even bother to look at him, despite his usual loud nature. He slowly waddled up to him, twiddling his fingers. He stood beside him, staring at up at King Spade.
Now is the time for things to get a little less silly, dear readers.
"… H-Hey, what're you doing here? Didn't you talk to Toriel?" He asked, smiling with his tongue hanging out as usual. "… Yes." King Spade grunted in reply, head hung down as he stared at the water in front of him. "Then shouldn't you be over at her place? Or, like… on a date with her?" He asked, tilting his head. King Spade still didn't bother to look at his son. "… Kris told her about me. What I've done. My violent natures. All of it." He grumbled. Lancer's smile faded a little. "… Oh… well… she still likes you though, right? There's a chance there?" He asked. King Spade took a deep breath, lowering his head into the palms of his hands. "Yes, she likes me still. No, there is not a chance for a relationship." He said, voice somewhat muffled. Lancer's smile had faded from his face fully as he disappointedly looked down. "… O-Oh…" Was all he could say. King Spade lifted his head from his hands slightly, looking to his son. "…" He stared quietly before sitting upright. "… Lancer. I doubt this very much, but… do you know what your mother was like? In the slightest?" He asked. Lancer poked back up, disappointment shifting to curiousity. "My mom…? I never met her. Y-You said she had died before I could…" He said.
"… That is true." King Spade clarified, staring straight ahead. "… Your mother, much like me, and you, was a spade. The nature of a spade is mischief, power, and pride, Lancer. But with that, comes cruelty." He stated, placing his hands on his knees. "Your mother wasn't any different than… well… me in demeanor. She was strong, crazed, and set on whatever she demanded. She completed me Lancer. She was the only one who matched up to my goals… but of course… our constant fighting and waging of war… she was eventually taken with it." He looked down. "She's gone for good."
Lancer stared silently at his father, doing his best not to, well… get too emotional. His father always taught him that getting emotional was a sign of utter weakness. But, is his father getting emotional right now? Does that mean he's allowed? He had no idea anymore. King Spade continued; "Your mother was one of a kind, Lancer. To find a woman like her again would mean finding someone that could be equal with the absolute mad nature of a spade. As much as you'd like a new mother, Lancer… I'm afraid even if I were to somehow manage one here… she wouldn't last." He mumbled. Lancer seemed very saddened at this conclusion, sniffling while wiping one of his eyes.
"… H-Hey… no need to get bummed out like that dad. Come on, wanna hit me like you used to for old time's sake?" He asked, innocently smiling while not knowing what that specifically meant. Eesh. King Spade stared at his son for a moment before giving a slight sorrowful groan and placing his head back in his hands. Lancer's smile faded again. "Wait, wait. I didn't mean that… look, maybe you just need some cheering up is all…" He said, patting his father on the back.
Onionsan slowly rose up out of the water, beaming somewhat disturbingly. "So I heard you needed some cheering up?-" Lancer pointed to him. "NOT BY YOUUUUUUUUU!" He yelled. Onionsan got the message, lowering back down. Obligatory comedy moment to ease tension.
Lancer looked back to his father. "Hey… um… dad… would it maybe help you feel better if I made you king again?" He asked, curious to see if that was the key to his father's happiness. "I-I'm completely fine without a mom! Really! I… just wanted to see you be happy for a change… you looked really miserable in that cell… so… what if I just let you out?" He suggested, thinking. King Spade slowly looked at Lancer. ".. Son, I know this was simply a task spawned off the top of your head, but it's taken it's toll on me… to put me back in the position of king, after I've been beaten down from my prideful state? I'm not sure if I could even manage…"
"Sure you can! We can't say no until we try, right?" Lancer smiled goofily to his father, eager nature restored. King Spade sighed, standing up. "I suppose not…" He muttered. Lancer nodded, undoing the electroshock collar from King Spade. "C'mon, let's go home, ok?" He said, hopping up onto his father's shoulders. King Spade grumbled. "Okay…" And off he started walking back.
While walking through the town, they were stopped in their tracks by the one. The only. JOEY BONZOOOOOOO- ROUXLS KAARD. Nailed it. He beamed down in a… well… beam of light, landing in front of the two. "There'st thou art! I've been lookingest for thou'st prince for 30 minutetests! Where haves't thou been?" Rouxls Kaard asked. It was hard to tell if he was mad or not since his face seemed to be in a constant gleeful smile. But with the way his eyes look, he most likely was.
"Oh chill out lesser dad, I was just looking for dad… we've decided to call this whole thing off. It made my dad sad, so it isn't worth it." Lancer said, looking down at his father. Rouxls Kaard stared for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Okay, okay… I will'st tryeth to shake this whole ordeal off likest a bad dreamest!" He said, folding his arms behind his back. "Sorry to hear thou's date proposal did not go well however. Betterest luck next time, mine King?" He asked rather jokingly. King Spade snorted, starting to walk past him. Rouxls Kaard followed the two of them back to their home.
Though this may seem like the end, do not worry. BECAUSE IT NEVER ENDS FOR KING SPADE, AHAHAHAHAH- well it will at some point. But yes, this fanfic will continue despite the rough edge back there. And it will PIERCE THROUGH THE HEAVENS WITH IT'S ALMIGHTY GLORIOUSNESS. Until then, don't be a Jerry and check your pantries for dogs. To be continued.