Author's Note: Today is a very special day to me, and on special days I like to make people feel better.:) Today I will be updating multiple chapters for each of my Undertales. (Each will get you over a cliffhanger hump.) Enjoy and enjoy your day!:)
"Like dog residue?" Frisk looked around herself. Oh, that stuff accumulated so much.
"Nah, energy residue." Sans pointed to her mouth. "You got it all over, and I gotta get rid of it. It's in the rules. Plus, with me sharing space, I really want to get rid of it too." His fingers gripped the bed. "I sensed it a lot when I picked you up and brought you over. That's why I kind of said you were ugly with white hair," Sans said. "You feel sort of like warm sunshine when you've got my magic dominating in you. And when you don't? More like cold crap."
"Okay?" Frisk said, a little surprised. At least he was being honest. "Asriel didn't say anything about that."
"Oh no, 'cause mine was easy to cover," Sans mentioned. "Okay, so? My instinct craves this, not me. Everywhere that Asriel has touched you needs to be cleansed with my magic." Sans let his bony finger glow. "The more willing you were to him, the more residue he left on you."
Frisk looked at herself.
"Invisible. Only monsters can feel it, and only Asriel and I can feel it the most." Sans reached toward her shoulder. "So. Until I take my power back from you? Anything I do or say, it's total instinct." Frisk nodded. "So I mean, if I get kind of . . . edgy during it?" Sans said. "Just give me a minute to collect myself, all right? 'Cause that's not me."
"Edgy? How edgy?"
"It's instinct," Sans said again, ignoring her question. "Instinct is the strongest thing in the world for a monster. It's because you've got my energy, I'm drawn to you. I can usually ignore it just fine, but when I get that close, it might be a little . . . harder."
Everything was so different with monsters. Everything always was. "I get it. Don't judge you during whatever you need to do," Frisk said as she shrugged. "I made friends with monsters that once tried to take my soul. I'm pretty sure I got it."
"Okay then," Sans said. "Ready?" She nodded.
Sans touched her shoulder first. Being able to concentrate with all the instincts running through him was hard. Dirty, filthy goat getting all over Frisk like that. The more he fought against the instincts he felt, the worse they would get. So he kept himself relaxed on the outside, while riding them on the inside. 'Three days for an apology, it's the least we can offer', they said. Liars! Getting her some best friend human, and opening her soul to expel all that grief gave him the perfect opportunity to touch her! "Shoulder area is better." He moved down the side, causing her to slightly tickle. "Well, I found a spot to remember later. Not hurting at all, right?" She shook her head. It better not because he better not have more than me. She's my damn wife, not his, we shouldn't even be in this mess! Anyone else and the royalty would have said 'no case', but no, it just had to be their gaw damn son brought back from the gaw damn dead involved. "Side better."
He had to slide his bony fingers over every area that goat touched long-term. Her shoulder. Back side too. Her hair? He ran his claws through my wifes hair that dirty, selfish, she should have my power running through her hair. She was gorgeous with my power.
"Is that it?" Frisk asked him.
"The rougher spots," Sans said. "Alright. Can you close your eyes and open your mouth a bit for this next part? You did kiss him, so I kinda gotta get in there." He pointed to her mouth.
Frisk nodded, closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth.
For me, that's for me. She's accepting me. He concentrated on his power. He could manifest whatever it was that he needed when he pulled all his magic into one, and every bone inside him knew exactly what it was he needed. Feeling his magic transform into a tongue inside his mouth, he could feel all the residue built up in her mouth, even with her still a distance away. Touching my wife in her mouth, that son of a- that's mine, and I've never even tasted it. I have to taste his cruddiness before I can taste her. Sans moved closer and pulled her mouth open more as he slid his tongue in.
It was simply an extension of magic, to reach in a way he couldn't elsewhere. He was caught between wanting to deepen the kiss, and choking. He's on her, I taste him on her. I can taste her through his nastiness. Gaw, clean it off! He brushed his tongue over the top of her mouth, then on the sides. The left side was the hardest side to reach. He moved his body up higher against her. There was still basic residue from Asriel simply holding her too, so he laid down on top of her.
Once he started to get the residue up, he could finally taste her. His human. His wife. The taste was sweeter than he expected. Not too sweet, but definitely not something he wanted to let go of.
Let go! Okay, it was done, time to stop. His. Instincts. In just a bit. Tiny bit.
Was kissing like that with all monsters, or just the human? It wasn't flavor, but it was something, there was something that made it hard to want to stop. He couldn't put his bony finger on it yet. Later. He'd look it up later. Find out why his bones were thrumming with energy, why he felt so good inside, why he- Crap, I'm still kissing her!
He pulled himself off. Crud. "You're clean, Pal," he said. His voice was a little off.
Frisk sat back up. He'd apparently pushed her down on the bed too? "Residue gone?"
"Um, yeah?" Sans looked back toward her hair. Her gorgeous hair. My power is back, yes! Suck on that you stupid goat! "All fixed." He even strayed to look at her fingernails. Blue. Even better.
Okay. She had no idea how that would be accomplished, let alone feel, with a skeleton. It was . . . definitely not like Asriel at all. Or anyone else. Kay. Didn't know that. Old Buddy-buddy chill guy Sans. He packs a wallop. He may not have lips, but he was a French kisser to the max. Whatever he did, her body was tingling like it was half asleep and half excited.
She didn't want to make him feel self-conscious about it or make it awkward in their friendship though. She remembered what Alphys and Undyne said about him and Toriel. Their friendship was on the rocks because of those complicated feelings.
And Sans was a super good friend, just like Papyrus. Just like Undyne and Alphys. Probably even more because whenever he walked into a room, everyone just wanted to gravitate toward him. When she was younger, she didn't understand why everyone yelled out his name, welcoming him at Grillby's. He had a deep, charismatic charm no one else could have.
Frisk brushed her mouth. No way, I refuse to make this awkward. The last thing she wanted was for him to never be home when she came around. So. ACT casual. Like it wasn't anything at all. "Is it done?"
"Yeah?" He hesitated. "So . . ."
Frisk stretched. "Don't worry, Sans. I've played Seven Minutes in Heaven before after all. What girl hasn't?"
"Seven minutes in what?" Sans asked.
"Nothing," Frisk said. "Do you have any more hot dogs?" Yes, she saw it in his eyes. Relief she didn't say or do anything else.
"Come on, then, let's go get some more hot dogs, Miss Frisk." He disappeared first.
Frisk hated this part. She was still learning. She knew around where he'd go, so she was visualizing it, but that was cheating. Sans was trying to teach her to refind a magic path.
She stepped about where he used to be. Her eyes tried to focus. Blue sugar should be around it. She moved her hands around, about where he was, blue sugar falling from her fingers. It took so much more when she was trying to 'follow' then when she just visualized where she wanted to go. Sensation, I'm looking for that sensation, a different picture than what I see. A different vision. There it is. Liar. Aw, he picked the lab instead.
Well, focus. Maybe he can feel confident with contract making in six months. Maybe I can still be free. But that would be one hell of a contract. Those things were not easy to make. Frisk would never even attempt to do it. So many loopholes, so many definitions to learn, so many rules of conduct, so many signatures, so many everything. Screw up? And you ended up with someone in as bad a situation as her.
The Lab . . .
"You so lied," Frisk said as she entered the lab.
"Lied about what?" Alphys asked.
Then the vision in her head changed again. An intriguing vision. "Yes!"
"Yes, wha-?"
Hot Dog Corner . . .
When Frisk arrived, Sans was at a picnic table, eating his hot dog, with his phone in his other hand. With an article titled Seven Minutes in Heaven on it. Well, ignore it. He was learning. "You doubled on me. What if I couldn't have figured out a double teleport?"
Sans put his hot dog down and glanced toward her. "You shouldn't be playing games like that."
"Like what?"
"Seven Minutes in Heaven." Sans grabbed some catsup and put it on a new dog. "You humans are kind of disgusting. You better not have done anything more than kissed." Ooh. He was definitely mad again. "I mean, I know nobody's touched ya touched ya or you wouldn't have infused nearly as well, but you better not-" Sans stopped himself.
Instinct? Was it his instinct? "I haven't done anything since college, so calm down," Frisk said. "Humans don't always take those things so seriously. Kissing doesn't make or break anything." It wasn't exact truth. Not like humans just suddenly grabbed someone and kissed them, but the less he felt she was drawn to him, the better the friendship could stay.
And if she was stuck in the Underground for the rest of her life with Asriel, she sure as heck wasn't going to ruin it. "Can I have a hot dog now?"
"You humans are weird." Sans took the dog he just put catsup on and gave it to her. However, she did get the result she wanted, she could feel it. He felt a lot more comfortable again. "I wanted to try to see how well your magic was coming," he said. "Knew since you were thinking about hot dogs anyhow, you'd figure it out if you didn't see the second vision."
Oh. Frisk sat down and ate her hot dog. Blessed, fantastic things. On a bun with catsup oozing on the side it was so much better than almost anything but a burger.
"You're gettin' all messy again, Miss Frisk." Sans grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser. "You want some Ice Cream too? This place only serves hot dogs and ice cream."
"But I am moving up in the world," the server said. "One day, I'll have my own real place like G and M, with all the fancy stuff. At least I have a picnic table attachment now, and a second choice."
Frisk stared at him. He looked familiar. He was definitely a tall bunny or a rabbit, but she couldn't recognize his name. But she knew him. Oh yeah! He tried to sell ice cream where it was too cold at first, then he did great in Hotlands. "No, I'm fine with my hot dogs."
"Alright then." Sans let her finish her hot dog and he paid the bill. "Well, better get to work then. Knowing Papyrus, those Royal Dogs are probably driving him crazy."
Yeah. There wasn't awkwardness now. Just some slight upset. It was better that way though. The less he thought Frisk would be hung up on some 'residue cleaning', the better off their friendship would be.
Besides, she really needed to concentrate on other things. Like, how she really was going to be royalty material. 'Cause her as royalty? That had been the farthest thing off of her mind. When she wasn't dressed up for day of fun, she'd been a casual wearer of clothes. Shorts and shirts. Mild colors too, usually crossing. Polka dots was one of her favorite, but she loved stripes too. And she had to admit she was kind of messy and clumsy. She couldn't blame that on any infusion.
One day at a time. Six months was still a long time. She could do this.
She could do this.
Kingdom of District 24: AKA, The Pride of the Grasslands
"Sir?"
Garand of the Grasslands was looking over some important documentation when one of his employees came in. "Yes?"
"We found all twenty of them," his employee said. "Plus, the special three."
"Good. Keep them prisoners for now." Garand put down his documentation. Not long now, the Monster Kingdom would be his. With a bigger cut of not really land, but profits, the Grassland was going to make a killing.
Unable to come out without strict restrictions, the kingdom of Initiative was making a high profit with stores, resorts, and quick 2-3 hour deliveries of anything anyone could want. They were making plenty of money off the Monsters.
That's the only reason no one had bothered the Underground, Initiative was protecting its profit source. The Underground was unique, and with residents who couldn't ever leave, the only establishment that could legally be established was between a Monster named Grillby and Mettaton, and it was making more profit in a day than most would see in a lifetime.
They joined their companies together. They got the finest things that monsters dreamed of having, including water and access to real TV and even live shows. But those idiots? Were still just dumb monsters. They took the profit and reinvested in either better luxuries to share at decent pricing, or they donated it to King Asgore and Queen Toriel, to help in the ways they could to make the Underground a little more 'open'. They were even trying to talk out ways of irrigating paid for water to more than just their facilities.
Screw that! Monsters had no vision! He had no intentions of splitting that kind of raw power up seven different ways if something happened.
He wanted it all. Gain the Kingdom. Gain access to the three G and M's of the Underground. Ban importing except for G and M. Freaking Fish in a Bucket with only his water to splash in. And all he had to do, was get one measly twenty two year old girl.
Kingdom of District 22: AKA Overflow
"I have to get one measly twenty two year old girl?" A man of about twenty, Lyons Forager, said to his dad. "How?"
"I don't know. Try some, uh, nice wooing," his father suggested.
"Wooing, dad? Who the hell uses wooing?" Lyons groaned. "Do you have a picture of her?"
"Her current state is different, but this is what she originally looks like." His father handed his son her picture.
"Ooh?" he chuckled. "Yeah, okay, I could hit that on a good day."
"There's no 'hitting that', she would be the second leader of this country," his father said. "Besides which, you cannot 'play' me," he said using his son's slang. "I know you are dearly in love with Stacey Throng, but it's not going to work. She doesn't have what it takes to rule a kingdom."
"Yeah, sure, and I so shouldn't marry on gaw damn love or feelings," Lyons scoffed.
"If this deal falls through, she will be yours, like it or not. So go meet and greet her," his dad confirmed. "Lyons!" His son didn't answer. "She will already have six horrible husbands, what's one more?" his father said.
"Sick and twisted," Lyons remarked. "Who the hell would sign such a stupid contract anyhow?"
"Well, why the hell can't you see that Stacey is taking you for a ride?" his father announced. "Can't you see anything straight? How much have you spent on that girl in a month alone? She is a gold digger and you deserve better. So does this kingdom."
"She's had a few bad past relationships," Lyons said, "everybody isn't perfect you know. It doesn't make her a gold digger."
"Go. See. The woman," his father commanded.
"I don't want to go down in a hole full of monsters, they'd kill me," Lyons said. "For being so caring, you aren't."
"Oh please. It would take every one of their souls to equal the strength of your soul," his father said with little mercy. "An eight year old went down and did it. How bad could it be?"
Diarchy of District 4: Cromwell and Saetran
"Madame Cromwell?"
Madame Cromwell looked at her assistant. "Is it ready?"
"Yes. You may visit the Underground when you are ready. You have all the correct papers in your possession now." The man lifted the older woman from her chair. "Are you sure of this, ma'am? It is quite dangerous. That world is filled with Monsters."
"As long as I am good, they will not hurt me. If they did, their kingdom would be seized within a day and picked apart." Her old body stood and she began to walk. The Kingdom of the Monsters was her chance. Her chance to save not only the last of the Cromwell blood of her country. She would offer a small contract, a small monetary exchange for the girl known as Frisk.
She had several reasons she felt she would be successful. For one, she was the last Cromwell in a Diarchy. When the Cromwell's were gone, the Saetran would rule alone. The Saetran and Cromwell had always ruled together, holding a good check upon each other. When the Cromwell's fell, only the Saetran would rule, and who knew how a country built on two rulers would fair with one?
Her daughter and her daughter's husband were unfairly slaughtered eight years ago, and her only grandson was in a coma from that same incident. He would never wake up.
This Frisk woman could marry him, and never feel obligated to any kind of duties attended to as a wife. She would never have to feel pulled down.
If the contract 'as is' failed, that poor young woman would be divided among seven kingdoms. If she wasn't killed, that would be one hard life. If she made a contract with the Monsters that she should belong to them, that increased the chances of the young woman's survival, only belonging to one other.
One with a husband in a coma, to never awaken.
Of course, it didn't mean she would be safe forever. That girl had danger written at the top of her head, especially involved in such a dangerous contract. Yet, she would be alright for at least the time that she, Laurianne Cromwell, was alive. With the selection given, it was the best choice.
Two of the territories involved were actually there just to help out and establish good will. Civilian and Peacemaker were the leaders in establishing good will throughout many districts. The oldest in democratic strength, they wouldn't bother the poor young woman Frisk if things went sour. Initiative was also a part of the signing. It was beside the Monster Kingdom, but it also had a lot to gain. It strutted the line between good and bad, as several other places did. However, keeping peace with Civilian and Peacemaker was very important to Initiative because of their influence and outreach to other districts.
So going in with such a contract, they clearly tried to make it hush-hush on gaining a foothold of the very Kingdom they were protecting. She would have to make sure to have conversations with Civilian and Peacemaker about this 'error-filled because it was fast' contract.
That contract was thick, too thick and too precise to be made in three days. No, no, it was clear Initiative at least had an idea for some time about this mysterious 'Frisk' coming back. Yes. No doubt Initiative was playing on a dangerous line. She would visit Civilian and Peacemaker next after her trip to this King Asgore and Queen Toriel.
If this Frisk was the rumored Pacifist Child, and the monsters truly had kept their word and been honorable for fourteen years? It may be time to start backing them up and figuring out true peace relations and territory for them.
Which would cut into Initiative's already assumed territory. Although, surely their territory should have already been established somewhere? Mankind factored everything into its decision. The Monsters coming back should have been one of them. They needed room to spread and grow again, with limitations of course.
Was Initiative holding their territory too?
Yes. Things needed to be looked at. Changes needed to be made.
She coughed as she continued to walk out. Hopefully this Queen Toriel and King Asgore would see her contract and plea as her last chance for this Frisk to have a decent life if the other contract went bad.
Otherwise, it may be better to murder the poor girl.
Especially considering one of the the districts who wanted her was Kudera.
She would have murdered her own daughter, if she were still alive, to keep her away from that foul beast of a district.
District 241: Kudera's Domain
It would not work. The servant of John Kudera looked onward though, not saying a word. He valued his life, so he wouldn't say a word. There was no way, shape, or form that the young woman as Frisk should end up with him.
How could anyone be so stupid as to sign anything with Kudera's name? Being born in Kudera's Domain, he was unable to leave and find kinder places to live. This same reasoning was why he never took a wife and had family. They would be left in the hands of the domain. Anyone within that domain was headed for a hard life, or a hard death.
They either pleased the Kuderas, worked for the Kuderas, or died in 'historically humorous' ways for the Kuderas. Of all 311 Districts, the Kudera was the last of nine that still ruled with absolute cruelty. It once had such a cruel army with tactics of underhandedness, it had ruled an area of about 59 Districts. It had been an empire of dramatic proportion. Since the new beginning had split up everything 'equally' though, they were luckily snuffed out from trying to rule the world.
But for those unfortunate to still live inside that domain, and have families within it, the cruelty was no different.
And today, there was a good chance he could be beaten or killed, unfortunately proving his own point. Four hundred years ago, his chance of death was more certain, but as there were only so many residents, and no others unless they stumbled into the domain accidentally? They would be making it harder to keep their kingdom plentiful. "Mister Kudera? Sir?" He tried to stand tall, like it was no big deal. The more he groveled, the more pain there would be. "There was an additional generic addendum added to the Monster's Marriage contract."
John Kudera didn't answer him. Bad sign.
"The word Frisk no longer means 'property'," he said.
John Kudera still didn't answer.
"Your collaborating contractors will know what this means." He bowed and walked away, hoping the silence would give him time to get away. If he led the contractors to being the ones brought in there, then the chances were higher they would be punished instead of him.
"Come back here."
Damn. The servant turned around and went back to Kudera. "Sir?"
"They are feeble beings, almost wiped out of existence. How did they know?"
"I. I don't know, I don't have the skill to know, Sir, I just deliver the messages for you obediently."
"Fetch the Contractors."
"Yes, Sir."
"And ready the torture chamber," Kudera said quickly. "I will find which contractor made the answer so obvious."
"Yes, Sir."
"This isn't over with you either."
" . . . yes, Sir."
