A/N:
HOLY CROW! This chapter took me forever! But, since I graduated (BFA, guys, I did it!), I'm hoping to give you one more before starting my master's in March.
Now, I changed a lot in this chapter. There were more rephrasing some things than adding new words, but there is new stuff. Let me know how you like the new version.
All lives matter, blue and black, guys. Stop the hatred both ways.
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6:
Wanted
Sans, Asriel, and Frisk
(Third POV)
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It has been sixteen fucking years of hell for Sans, going back to that feeling he had when Frisk disappeared the first time. The loneliness almost swallowed him as he spent countless days searching for his sweetheart, wearying down his soul with every day that passed.
However, as the cottage came into his line of sight, his tired soul slowly glued back together, and the skeleton's grin grew with every boot fall, his soul dancing in a giddy twirl.
But the feeling disappeared as he skidded in front of the king, not liking the look in the giant goat monster's blues. Something was wrong, his mind screamed as he felt his soul stopped its movements. It was almost as if Sans would turn to dust under that look. The skeleton knew what that look meant; it meant only pain and sadness.
But, being G, he couldn't let it show. He wouldn't let it show. If Sans did, it might not end well. Since becoming G, he couldn't control his strength and anger like he could as solely Sans. Before the skeleton opened his mouth, he took a deep breath as he repeated the same order the skeletal monster always gave himself when he felt the white-hot anger or fear:
Stay blank, don't let the fear show.
But it was useless; his usual calm behavior broke under the panicked thoughts rushing through his skull. That look made his stomach flip with dread and nerves as a slight growl fell from his teeth, crossing his arms over his turtleneck, trying to keep the fear under control.
"I know that look, what's wrong?"
The goats looked at each other, worrying about their next words and their effect on their friend. And the goat needed to think about how they were going to explain the pain she was going through. Then ordering him to not go after the ones that caused it.
His two least favorite things and they hated to be the ones to force him to do them, but they knew they needed to tell the skeletal male before he saw the damage. Otherwise, they would be forced to hold him back from burning all the Underground in his attempts of finding a way to the horrible monsters who hurt his soul.
So, with a big breath, Asgore placed a soothing paw on his shoulder as he walked the males to the new bedroom they created for Frisk and stopped in front of the door:
"Son, you need to hear something before you go in there, and I believe you won't like it."
As the monster king continued the horrible task, G's soul broke into pieces once more.
Tears of anger and pain danced their way down his cheekbones, but he didn't even try to hide them. He was too far into the burning anger to care that his friend was witnessing him on the verge of a breakdown. Again, the humans only fumed his hatred towards them, chipping away at the kindness Frisk showed and taught him.
The news almost drove him to hunt the monsters down and killing them like the animals they were.
But, he wouldn't dare touch her pure skin with bloodied hands.
So, for now, they were safe from his seething rage, if only for Frisk's sake. But once they were on the surface again, he was going to pay them a little visit. G knew his angel wouldn't like it, but he needed to teach someone a lesson for hurting his sweetheart. The humans got away with it for too damned long.
So, yes, for now, the humans were safe from his wrath. Sans had to make sure Frisk remembered him in time:
Remembering the deal, he felt a shudder dance across his spine, and it stole his breath for a second. The world spinning a bit, Sans closed his eyes to steady himself before he sighed sadly. They could and would do this, G had to remind himself with a firm nod. Then, with one more shaky breath, he returned to the matter at hand.
"And you're sure it wasn't the fall, As?" He already knew the answer, but his soul wanted to hear it. The sigh that followed the question only confirmed the truth as the Prince rubbed his eyes nervously, leaning on the wall.
"She was never injured badly from the fall, dude. This was like pure hate, and Frisk was the sole target."
The yellow glow of his power blazed as Sans let a deep, animalistic growl out, wanting to punch something, but he didn't want to wake Frisk. So, G just clenched his fists at his sides, trying to stop the shaking. But the vibration only got worse as he imagined the pain she went through, the fear she might've felt whenever they merely looked at her:
"And we're the monsters?!"
The soft shout made the other two cringe, knowing the truth behind that statement too well. Some humans showed that they were as monstrous as they could be.
They have been locked away for years while some horrible minds decided that the beloved girl was the real monster, receiving undeserved harsh punishment. Knowing her past pain, the king and queen began to fear that this was going to happen again:
The family wouldn't find their lost daughter until she had enough, leaving the lovely rose to search for something she could hardly grasp in her state right now.
The ancient king sighed deeply at the thought, shaking his head. Then, before Asgone could calm Sans, the door opened as Toriel exited with her head low and her shoulders shaking; the sight only fueled all three men's anger. Loud growls sounded as the goat female lifted her head, revealing tears messing her fur.
The males knew what the tears meant. There was more to the terrible story:
"It's worse than we feared, boys." Tori whispered, barely audible and barely able to continue, "I lost count of the injuries, both old and new. They even left footprints when they kicked her. I think they broke her ribs. It looks like they tortured her every day of her life…"
Sans flicked his tongue over his teeth to fight to control the building anger in his chest, phalanges curling into the palms of his hands.
They marred her skin with wounds that would always remind her of her past, wounds that might make her think that she was worthless? No, he won't let her feel that way. Sans would stick to that vow firmly. He had to.
The skeleton had a feeling this time wouldn't be so easy; she might have locked herself away deep in her head. After all, she had gone through, Sans was surprised she hasn't before, but he feared it would the time Frisk couldn't recover from so effortlessly. Frisk needed extra care, and Sans was going to be the one who would give her that care.
He nodded deeply before he turned his head to the door with a dulled expression placed over his skull.
"Can I see her?" The queen smiled slightly, nodding slowly before the skeleton and her son moved into the room where the sleeping princess laid.
They never changed. That thought brought smiles to the faces before they slowly made their way to the door. Like they always do, all the parents could do was watch as the two males walked to the bed. And hope that the boys would be able to crash down all the walls the young princess might now have around her heart.
Following close behind the silent skeleton, Asriel stayed back to give G time with her. But he wanted to be close to her as well.
The big brother just needed to know she was safe, to see that she was back, and they could protect her. His soul was at peace as he watched her chest rise and fall. Asriel smiled before the sound of a sigh called his attention back to the sad sight in front of the goat prince. His smile slowly faded into a frown while Asriel watched his skeleton best friend sat down on the edge of her bed; a sad sound slipped from the goat prince's mouth.
He still stayed silent as the skeleton slipped his arms around her small waist as the skeletal monster began to rock the fragile girl; the only sign that G was distraught was his shaking shoulders. Asriel faintly remembered when Sans used to do it when Frisk was a small girl, trying to soothe the little girl's fears. But now, the goat had a feeling the familiar action was more for him than her this time around.
He wanted to soothe his friend, but Asriel also knew that G didn't want him to speak or see how weak he was at that moment. And the creature couldn't blame him. After all, Asriel did the same thing for many years, burying his emotions and only showing the tiniest amount:
However, he hated to see his dear friend in so much pain. The Prince scowled deeply, closing his eyes to ease the pain. Then, G's growly but soft voice faded in.
"I'm here, Frisk, I'm here. I am not going to leave you. I'll always protect you from any further harm. I promise. I'm here, my sweetheart." He whispered into her ear. He never sounded so helpless.
Frisk whimpered softly, causing the Prince to open his eyes to see her cuddle deep into the tall skeleton with ease. They didn't think that it was the peaceful feeling of sleep. The two males sensed Frisk was still her trusting self through everything.
Even now, she was the most innocent creature any monster could ever encounter. G chuckled as he kissed her messy locks:
"You still are my cuddly kitten, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Asriel laughed softly, shaking his head at that cheesy statement. Things never change, he thought with a smirk as he watched G shift to lay down, pulling the sleeping beauty closer.
The friends just let the peace wash over them for a few minutes before reality set in again.
"You need to leave soon, G."
As soon as the stuttering voice sounded through the room, everyone was set on edge. The other monsters knew that voice all too well. Asriel growled loudly as he turned to see cocky Error standing there with a sinister grin placed across his face, leaning against the wall.
The grin angered them so much, but they knew they couldn't do anything to
this bastard:
It was against the rules.
"What are you doing here, Error? We have two years. Why are you here?" Asriel growled out, curling his fingers into a fist at his side. Through the white-hot anger, the young Prince noticed his father came to help his son with the same raging expression upon his face.
Error laughed deeply as he stepped toward the two royal monsters, his hands up in a gesture of peace. Feisty buggers, Error mused before speaking.
"Easy there, big brother prince, I'm just here to remind everyone of the rules. You remember them, don't you? I'll hate to have to take her prematurely if you don't." Error warned firmly, but his mocking grin still taunted them.
G growled lowly, carefully leaving his sweetheart back on the bed. He gingerly caressed her cheek before the skeleton turned to his broken counterpart with a blank expression over his face. The small whimper Frisk gave as his phalanges left her skin broke his soul. But, he didn't dare to take his eyes off the other skeleton in fear of the crazed monster's actions.
"We can't let Frisk see us before our point. And we can give her nothing other than gentle nudges towards the past, I know. But, please, let me leave my jacket for her. Just please."
He hated to beg with this sick bastard, but he just had to leave her the jacket. G didn't know why. But he had a feeling it was necessary, that she would need it to stay calm. Even if she wouldn't remember why.
G recalled it always soothed her in the other timelines. He hoped the piece of clothing would still hold the same magic in this timeline.
The black skeleton cocked his head slightly, as if he was a cat once more, just sizing up his prey. But his response surprised them all, an awed silence falling among them. As a sigh escaped his teeth, Error nodded slowly:
"Okay, okay. But, break one after this, and I must take Frisk. I have a name to live by." He winked, if only to hide his reason behind his agreement, then turned to the royals and repeated the rules to them, leaving the white skeleton to his task.
G let out a relieved sigh, smiling softly at Error's back. Maybe Frisk was right about him, he admitted to himself before he turned back to the curled figure with a gentle smile placed on his face.
G shrugged out of his jacket and knelt beside her head, running his phalanges through her brown hair as he blanketed his large coat over her body. A chuckle fell from his teeth when his little one cuddled right into the jacket.
He smiled one more time before he landed a soft kiss to her temple and whispered into her ear:
"See you snow, dove. You'll love Snowdin."
And with that, the skeleton stood and turned on his heels, leaving with tears playing in his empty sockets. There were no more uttered words to the royal family.
He needed to be alone.
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"G!"
Asriel found him a few hours later lounging in their meadow, mustard in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The goat prince breathed a worried breath as he took a seat next to the silent skeleton. Asriel let the silence stay, only seeking glances at him. Asriel knew what was going through his mind, what he was trying to forget:
Unlike him, G had to wait to see Frisk again. And with her injuries, that might be a month at best, two or three at the worst. The skeleton had to go back to waiting. And there was her memory. So, poor G had a lot of waiting
to do.
The goat sighed deeply before placing a tender hand onto the other male's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.
"G, I know this is hard—"
"No, you don't, As. You will see Frisk every damn day, but I'll be stuck playing a part, just waiting for her to smile at me. You have no idea how hard that is. To know she is so much in reach, but you can't grab ahold of her. To know she is so much in reach, but you can't have her by your side." He growled inwardly, remembering the years without her, and sprung to his feet,
marching to a tree, unable to sit still.
As stared out to the waters of Waterfall, knowing he was telling somewhat the truth behind the bitter words. It was unfair and unjust, but that was what you get when you make deals with a trickster.
Or make a stupid mistake and take a human soul, his mind reminded him cruelly.
He breathed a big breath at his musings before once again touched his shoulder, just wanting to give his friend some sense of comfort, but he didn't
know how to:
"You're right, I don't know how you feel, G. But, I know what you're going through. You forget that I lost someone too. I know the pain. And I saw the pain you went through these past years, but this will be different. I will give daily reports, I will guide her to you as soon as I can." Asriel soothed as he smiled tenderly.
The skeleton looked up at him, him sucking his teeth nervously.
"Why is this so hard, As? I just want to love her."
The goat let a single tear fall as he pulled him into a firm hug, whispering soothing words to his friend. He knew the pain that G was facing.
After all, he did experience it with Chara. The pain of watching the love of his life from afar, unable to do anything about it. It hurt so much, but the skeleton had a chance at having a happy ending with his. No matter what Asriel would have to do, the goat would do anything to ensure that. Asriel didn't want him to feel this intense pain. He didn't want him to be himself, missing a piece forever, unable to fulfill that hole:
"I know, G, I know. But, you have a chance now. We will fix this, I promise you that."
With that, the skeleton collapsed against his male best friend, not bothering to be strong, and clung to the goat as he roared out while G fell to his knees.
His soul was tired, battered, and just tired. The male just wanted to protect her and love her, but when would this stop? G was afraid, so damn scared, that it wouldn't. He might be alone forever, missing her always:
He just hoped and prayed this was the end…
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She groaned in pain as her body felt like a heavy-weight as she stirred awake, back to the real world. Frisk didn't realize where she was yet; the pain took up all the corners of her mind.
They really did a number on her this time, she thought sleepily, wiggling her fingers to make sure she was alive.
But the beautiful dreams that came as she slept haunted her. As if they were a key to a hidden past Frisk long forgotten. It was strange. The forlorn teen seemed to block the lovely dreams, not wanting any joy. Her mind slowly believed the words from her tormentors, pointing the cruelty inwards. But every night, one single phrase lingered as she faded back to the real world:
Always for you.
What that meant, or why Frisk didn't remember the dreams up to now, she didn't know. But, oh, the feeling behind the nighttime visions was beautiful.
She only felt the feeling when otherwise she was dancing:
Now, with a sudden rush, Frisk remembered.
She always had the dreams since she was four years old. Though her family hated young Frisk, her parents wanted to know what made her so happy despite the beatings. But after seeing many therapists and doctors, no one could understand why she had them, getting her into even more trouble. The little girl didn't care. However, she saw the dreams as worth the pain.
But under the cruel care of her parents and as the years passed, the dreams became fewer and fewer. Fading into the nightmares. They were a mystery Frisk thought she would never find the answer to. Little did Frisk know that the dreams might be the key to her forgotten past, the key to finding her true self. In fact, it might lead her to her missing heart:
The dreams were simple enough, faceless monsters offering her a comforting hand and pulling Frisk into a dance. But one monster felt a bit dearer than the other creatures, even though she viewed all of them as dear.
He laughed with her as he would sway her along, whispering his silly jokes and corny puns into her ear each time he twirled the girl back to him. She didn't want his dream to end, not knowing when the monster may show up in her dreams again. But, the beast just would chuckle before planting a small kiss to her nose as he whispered:
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We will meet again soon."
That whisper filled the girl with a fiery determination. And even though she was afraid of the day, she would face it with a smile. But, when the dreams disappeared into the nightmares, the determination did too. Soon after, the girl fell into the darkness of depression.
After a couple, more heartbeats and the thoughts faded, the flower sighed deeply as she struggled to push her body off the dirt. Frisk didn't want to move, but she figured it was time to go find some help. Her parents would be furious if she was late again:
But, when her cheek touched a soft surface, her brows furrowed in confusion.
What? Where was she?
She asked in the walls of her mind as Frisk finally opened her eyes, revealing a beautiful small room painted golden. It was like a palace in a fairytale from her books' pages, and she was the princes. The teen remembered how much she longed for a room just like this.
Too bad Frisk was nothing.
Shaking those thoughts away,e leaned on her elbow to get a better look around the golden room, her mouth agape in shock. Many questions were running through her head.
How did she get here, why was she here, and most importantly, did she want to leave?
Was there even a way to leave?
As she tried to find the answers, Frisk bit her lip. After a few moments of thinking, Frisk carefully leaned against the headboard of the large bed while struggling against the strange feeling inside her chest. Frisk tried to keep her head clear from the crazy thoughts, but her mind grew confused about the draw to this place, but the feeling got harder to ignore. Frisk blew out a sigh before she moved her blues over the room, feeling loved just by the comfortable sense of the space.
She felt as if she had been there before. Frisk lived there a time long forgotten. Seconds after Frisk opened her eyes, she had a feeling that she knew the beautiful place, and the brunette was meant to be there for something big. Something that would bring the monsters and the humans back together, she decided as she looked out to the window:
With a smile, she slowly pushed further up against the headboard. She didn't know how she came to that decision, but maybe it would be her chance to change the world. To erase the hatred.
But the question is:
How in the world did she get here, and what or who had brought her here? It was maddening not knowing the secret behind this strange turn of events.
All she remembers is falling, wishing for death, then Frisk woke up here. She shifted her bright eyes to the slightly opened door, out to the lit somewhat hallway, as Frisk tried to the last thing she was before she mysteriously woke up in her own fairy tale.
Then, after musing over it, the beautiful flower breathed a steadying breath. The teen didn't know what to think or what to feel. But, Frisk hoped to meet the monster that found her soon. Maybe they could tell the beauty everything she sought to know:
The brunette smiled slightly at the thoughts before her eyes moved down to find a jacket covering her lap. Frisk's brows furrowed while she ran her hand over the fur before she looked to see anyone sitting on the bed. But, Frisk found she was alone in the room:
She pursed her lips before Frisk pulled the jacket up to her nose, smelling. It smelled like cigarettes and pine, male but sweet. The scent brought some comfort to her, telling her it will be okay. Everything would be alright if she just stayed determined.
Frisk smiled sweetly at the thoughts as she cuddled the jacket against her cheek, closing her eyes.
"It's like the monster in my dream, the smell. It is comforting." She whispered to herself, pressing her nose to the fur collar hood, recalling her nightly dances with her monster.
"Ah, sweetie, you're awake. Howdy! How are you feeling?" The sudden manly cheerful tone asked sweetly, interrupting the young woman's musings.
Frisk jumped towards the wall the bed was against, screaming in horror. The pain of her wounds was momentarily forgotten.
She closed her eyes with her body shaking, refusing to look at the source of the kind-sounding voice. Frisk knew that it was ridiculous deep down, but she was afraid of what she would have found if she looked. And the monster might kill her when he finds out the brunette was different, no matter how much that thought was silly. This monster saved her life. He yet hadn't done one unkind thing toward her:
But the abuse turned her inner voice doubtful to kindness, making her weary toward others. Fearing more abuse, fearing that she couldn't trust anyone anymore.
Poor Frisk knew that not everyone thinks the way her torturers did, but she was raised to believe that being different is a deadly sin, and Frisk deserved to die for it. This thought brought stinging tears to the beautiful flower's eyes, not wanting to think that way.
But in the corner of her eyes, the brunette teen saw the blonde-haired goat monster looked like she wounded him deeply. Frisk's momently horror quickly disappeared from her body. She hated that look of pain on his face.
She didn't know why, but she did, and she felt a connection to the mysterious goat. As if the monster was a brother to her, she thought that he would keep her safe.
After a couple moments of calming down, Frisk shifted her blues to him as her fingers danced across the wet tears that dried on her high cheeks. As soon as the tears were gone, she moved to his face, taking in his handsome face. Slowly, as if the monster didn't want to scare the girl, he knelt next to the bed with a sweet smile, coaxing her forward:
"Don't be afraid, sweet girl, you are safe here. I don't want to hurt you. No one will, I promise. You are home now."
Frisk stared wide-eyed at him, surprised at that. However, she felt comforted by the sweet words. Soon after a few minutes, Frisk slowly pushed away from the wall, crawling to the sunlit edge of the bed. While she protected her eyes from the light, Frisk's full visage was finally revealed to the kind stranger.
His smile grew more as he moved to sit down next to the teen, patting her hands comfortingly. She looked over at the male, blinking feverishly in confusion. The sight seemed to make him giggle:
"Aww, you're still so adorable! I know you don't understand any of this right now, Frisk. But please know that you will be protected, sweet girl." He smiled watery, reaching a hand to caress her cheek, but the brunette pulled away with a frown placed upon her lips, confused, and uneasiness sat in her chest.
Did he just call her Frisk? Why did he know her name?
The guy smiled sadly, understanding how she must feel at that moment. Halfheartedly, the goat let his hand fell to the bed, and slowly, all the uneasiness went away, replaced with the warmth of love. A sensation the teen was new to.
He let the beautiful flower think as he looked out the door, thinking to himself. But a few words escaped from his lips as he turned to Frisk once again:
"You're really a beautiful princess now, Frisk."
Upon hearing that, the teen was trapped inside her doubting mind as her hands came up against her chest. Frisk closed her eyes for a bit, trying to calm her heartbeats. As if she was trying to trap it in her chest before it escaped it:
There was no way that Frisk was close to being a princess.
She was just a mere girl trying to be as good as she could possibly be, to get freedom from the daily beatings, only to get even worse abuse. A lost soul who wanted to have someone tell her that it's alright to be not-so-normal; that she didn't have to try so hard because they loved her just the way she was, and that made her perfect in their eyes.
But, she knew that would never happen. She would always be considered a freak, even if this kind monster looked at her with such warm eyes. It was an impossible wish to have. A desire that drove her here now, seeking an end:
So, yes, she was far from that girl she envisioned, even if the male saw it. But Frisk believed he didn't know her yet. The monster didn't know the darkness she hid in her. Once he did, he might change his mind and throw her out in the cold.
However, at the same time, something screams at her to believe this monster in the back of her mind. The goat sounded so confident in that sweet statement. The beast seemed to really care about the flower, even though they just met, and she didn't know his name yet.
Ignoring the scream in the walls of her mind, the young woman shook her head at him before turning away. Frisk's head began to swim as her breath became hasted, replaying her parents' harsh words and the bullies' taunting.
The words cut deep, reminding her of what she truly deserved:
Because, really, how could she ever be more than a freak? How could anyone love a monster like her?
Her parents' words echoed through her mind, grasping her head as she rocked. Hot tears turned her cheeks a dulled red as she tried to calm her breaths. But Frisk was slowly falling deeper into despair:
What she didn't know was her life was about to change. Her life was so much more than it seemed.
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Sans would be furious if he saw her now. Asriel was raging himself, but he couldn't fold into the fury. Frisk needed him now.
With a deep breath, he let the rage slip to the darkest corner of his mind for the moment and tried to focus on the broken girl. After calming, his eyes went soft at her reaction to his claim. Releasing a sigh, he came to the same thought as all those years ago. Asriel truly hated to see her in so much pain:
But it seemed the world above blinded her to her true worth, sickeningly willing to change her view, undoing all the work the family had done. The big brother would make sure that she will see how beautiful she truly is, however. Everyone would. She would never be hurt again.
So, with that thought on his mind, he gave the girl a smile. The older monster pulled her into a comforting embrace, humming a lulling tune into her ear. He felt hopeless about helping her as she turned those big violet eyes on him, shocked. But soon, the girl melted into the hold, crying in his
fur.
The feeling of helplessness washed over Asriel even more while the little beauty's hands clung onto his shirt, burying his snout into her hair. Shushing the beauty, Asriel tightened his hold around her shuddering body:
"Shh, sweetie, shh. I know, I know. You're safe now. You went through a lot, haven't you?"
Upon that whisper, the teenager sobbed harder, and she nuzzled deeper, unable to look up at him. It seemed like she was almost ashamed about her past. His anger grew as he saw that reaction, but for now, he had to stay calm.
Frisk was just too broken to handle his anger right now, to see her worth. So, the goat just held her until she calmed down. The monster wanted to just let her get everything out as he tightly comforted her. But she will know that she is cared for. Asriel just knew it, and when she did, she will know how much she was loved.
Fixing her heart will be challenging, but they would be up to it, especially a particular skeleton. If there were anyone that could, it'd be Sans. But, all of them always would be there by her side when she needs them.
He sighed, returning to reality before the monster pushed the calming girl back as she rubbed her cheeks free of the tears as he began to speak:
"Are you feeling a bit better now, sweetheart?" His answer was a small nod, which earned her a chuckle.
"That's good, honey. Oh," Asriel paused, face-palming at his lack of manners, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Asriel—"
A gasp fell from her lips, lifting her hands to sign a question that shocked him as he read the movements:
'Prince Asriel?'
"You know me?"
'I read about you, Prince. I wanted to apologize for your sister.'
He smiled sadly, surprised both how caring this girl still was and the fact she read about them, grabbing her hands into his own:
"Thank you, sweet girl, but you have nothing to apologize for. It was long before you were born. What I'm curious about is you." That statement earned him a giggle, and she nodded.
He chuckled deeply, letting her hands go, and then slowly, Frisk unlocked her world, laying bare the secrets she was willing to show.
After that question, the new-found friends spent the next few hours just getting to know each other. Frisk never went into details about the hidden abuse. And Asriel didn't push her to, knowing that she would tell them when she was ready. After all, she always did:
But she went through everything else, giving him insight into her world before falling here. She found comfort in the stories about monsters, feeling a connection to the monsters more than the horrible humans that beat her understandably. She would sign that the books were her favorite escape, but she also loved to dance.
The movements were freeing, and she loved to bring happiness to others while dancing.
The monster smiled as the girl signed, letting her talk to someone. He
figured that she didn't have anyone to talk to. And admittedly, he loved that Frisk was opening to him. She was still the innocent creature they knew and loved. Without even fully knowing him, she trusted the goat monster enough to give him a glimpse into her mind.
Then, after explaining the rules of the Underground to the teen. Then, after telling her about her soul's glowing red, he stood from the bed with a gentle smile upon his lips. Asriel knew their parents were waiting for news of their lost daughter, so he knew it was time to talk to them:
"Alright, sweetie, I need to talk to my parents for a few. I'll be right back. Are you hungry?"
As if it was answering his question on its own, the brunette beauty's stomach growled loudly, making her blush bright red. The sight earned a booming laugh from Asriel. She was so cute.
"I'll take that as a yes, then. I'll bring you a meal, okay? Why don't you take a nap? I will wake you when I bring the food in. Is that okay, sweetie?"
She smiled timidly at the male's sweet statement, nodding her head, and she mouthed the words: 'Thank you, I will.'
He grinned once more before he exited the room. Closing the door behind him as a sigh blew through his lips, Asriel leaned against the wall for a moment. This will be so hard for the people that cared for the flower. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked down the hall and to the small living room, thoughts swirling around his mind's walls.
Asriel knew that this time would be the most challenging thing they had to go through, more difficult than fighting Chara and him. Frisk will fight against them every step of the way because of what she faced in the human world. And through her eyes, because of that, she was not worth love and kindness. They would show her otherwise, however.
They would show that she was worthy of everything she will get in the future. Asriel sighed again, pointing his light eyes up to the ceiling, his heartbreaking for the girl he used to view as a sister:
He hated the day, hated that Frisk had to make a deal with the broken skeleton, fading from the world of the Monsters for years without a trace. He shifted his eyes down, remembering the stinging feeling of guilt in his gut as soon as the first two days passed.
He should've watched out for her better, and then, maybe, she wouldn't be so broken from her wounds from the other world. It was his fault. She was hurt because of his carelessness. No matter what his parents and friends would say to slay the guilt, he would feel the burning guilt in his gut.
But, hopefully soon, Frisk would be back to the happy girl she was before when that prick took her from this world. And this time, he will never take his eyes off her for a second. Asriel was going to stay with her along her journey if he must.
He smiled sadly at the thought. With a deep breath, the young monster walked into the living room. His parents waited patiently for the news they needed to know.
But as the young Prince stepped into the light, all he could think about was the new story they were about to write. There was a sly grin spread across his face.
And oh, will it unfold interestingly:
With all that Sans meeting Frisk brings, Asriel wouldn't be bored. They didn't know this now, he mused, but they were about to reexperience the best moments of their lives. Asriel figured his best friend forgot this fact, but he
would soon remember that.
"How is she doing, my love?" His mother required as soon as he entered the room, meeting her worried-filled dark eyes.
Toriel lifted her paws to her chest as she watched while a sad smile danced across his lips, sitting on the armrest of the couch:
"She's so strong, mama. Frisk just opened to me and trusted me with her world. She loved monsters before falling. But as we were the demons in their minds, I believe that love added to the hatred. That was why she jumped. To be honest, I think the abuse was worse than we even thought. She closed that door tightly, but I have a feeling Frisk was living in hell…..."
The older goats listened closely, tears falling from their eyes. They wished the humans would see the beautiful person Frisk was, the trusting girl she was. But she was only a demon, seemingly just because she is fascinated with monsters because she has a disability. Why would they view that sweet creature as a demon; the parents would never understand. The royals would never understand how a parent would hate their own child, but it'd be alright
now.
Frisk will be cared for like she deserves now. Not only from the two older goats but her friends as well. The close family would show her that those foolish doubts of her worth and that she would always be safe. For the doubts were just that: silly and ridiculous doubts.
The female goat sighed deeply, letting that hope grow in her chest, and it soothed her before she stood from the couch and smiled as she moved to the kitchen, looking over her shoulder:
"I'll prepare her a meal and a pie, then. She should still like butterscotch, shouldn't she?" The innocent question made the males chuckle.
"I think she would like anything you make, mama."
Her son's sweet statement made her smile grow before disappearing into the room, leaving father and son to their wild thoughts.
Because, as sure they were that it would be alright in the end, the fearful thoughts were running through their minds to no end. Ideas that the girl would be too afraid to move on from the horrible past she faced on the surface and lock herself away tightly, never genuinely trusting them.
And if he was honest, that frightened Asgore the most. Not only for his daughter but the skeletal monster that loved her so deeply.
If Frisk doesn't remember him, or worse, she does but doesn't remember her feelings for Sans and chooses another; it might just break the poor boy to the point it might be too late to fix him. He would be changed, and there would be no way to undo the damage.
Just another glitch lost….
As a sigh escaped his mouth, a paw came down on his broad shoulder.
Asgore shook his head to free before he lifted his eyes up, finding his eldest child smiling down at him. It seemed that his thoughts were plainly on his face.
"It'll be okay, dad. I know it will."
Asgore smiled slightly, shaking his head in dulled amusement. With another deep breath to slay the worries, he lowered his head, wanting to believe the boy. Sadly, it was hard to see with everything in front of them, all the hardships for them.
But, deep down, the king had faith. After all, the Angel was still burning inside of her, waiting to prove her papa wrong. She would win against all odds if she had her friends beside her.
"Alright, son, I suppose you're right. Now, come, let's help your mother."
With one last smile, the males made their way to the kitchen, leaving the dark thoughts for another day. Their beautiful flower was back with them, and really, that was all that mattered now. The worries didn't matter right
now.