Aftertale
Chapter 4: Silver Shields
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale or any of the characters involved except for Arin
Arin awoke the next morning and rolled out of his bed. Walking down the stairs he smelled something that resonated in him, but he wasn't sure what it was. As he turned the last step and entered into the dining room he saw Toriel leaning into the over, a pan of eggs frying above her head on the stovetop. She produced a large pie and set it on the oven, closing the door she turned and saw Arin standing there and smiled.
"Oh, hello Arin, I hope you don't mind, I made a Butterscotch pie to celebrate your joining our little family,"
"Thanks, hey uh… have you seen Asgore?"
"I believe he's outside tending to his flowers," Toriel said as she considered his question.
"Alright, thanks Toriel," he waved a hand before stepping toward the back door.
Entered into the backyard Arin immediately saw Asgore's huge frame next to the house as he hummed to himself and watered some of his flowers.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something," Arin said as he approached the large king.
"Good morning," Asgore responded.
"Sorry, good morning your majesty," Arin said with a slight nod of his head.
"No need for such formalities, you're a member of my family now," Asgore looked at Arin as he said this.
"Now, you wanted to discuss something?"
"Yeah, I had this dream last night. I think it had something to do with my magic,"
"Oh?"
"I was on a battlefield, it looked like a barrage of green magic users had launched a barrage of attacks and I lifted his hand to create a large barrier and blocked the attacks,"
Arin looked down at his palm as he finished, "I want to try it for real,"
"That's quite a jump, maybe it was just a dream?" Asgore asked him.
"No, it felt way too real to be just a dream," Arin told him as he clenched his hand into a fist.
"What do you want to do with this information?"
"I want to test it," Arin looked up at him with a determined look on his face.
Asgore considered his request before nodding, "Very well,"
He set his pail down before walking over a few feet and turning toward Arin.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah," Arin lifted his hand up in front of him to await Asgore's attack.
"Very well, here we go," Asgore held up his hand the familiar red flame appeared. He threw it at Arin who swiped his hand through the air.
As he did this he felt his soul emerge from his body and a silver streak seemed to appear where his hand had moved. It blocked the fireball, causing it to disperse.
"So it wasn't just a dream," Asgore said to him as he walked back over.
"No, it doesn't look like it," Arin flexed his fingers by curling them in and out. The silver sheen was no longer present.
"I wanna keep training," he looked up to Asgore who smiled.
"Of course,"
The two spent the next half hour training in the back yard, Toriel came out and informed them lunch was ready, and was surprised to see Arin wielding magic. After an explanation of yesterday and today's events Toriel was happy to know Arin could defend himself and ordered the pair inside to get some food and rest.
Arin ate the meal with the Dreemurs, and as he sat at the table eating eggs he felt a warm feeling overcome him again. It was similar to what he'd felt when Toriel and Frisk had first walked him home.
"So this is a family huh, not what I expected, but it'll do," He thought to himself as he bit into a piece of toast.
"So, any plans for the weekend Frisk?" Asgore asked her.
She nodded and mentioned going to see Sans and Papyrus.
"That sounds like a fun time, maybe Arin should go with you?"
Frisk nodded and looked to Arin for confirmation.
"Uh… yeah, sure," he replied awkwardly.
An hour later Frisk and Arin had finished eating and were headed toward Sans' and Papyrus' house. Frisk was telling Arin about the two skeleton brothers and all of their antics back in the Underground.
"You're kidding? You went on a date with a skeleton?"
Frisk nodded and made a pose similar to Papyrus' "Cool Guy" pose before explaining. Arin burst out laughing as she finished. The two turned a corner and were immediately stopped as a red Ferrari pulled up beside them. The figure sitting in the seat was a gray-skinned, metallic looking man who looked at Frisk with a smile.
"Frisk! Darling! It's been too long!"
Arin looked confused as the figure got out of the car and approached Frisk. As they drew closer he realized the man was much taller than either he or Frisk.
"Who's your friend?"
Frisk introduced Arin to Mettaton and Mettaton to Arin.
"Pleasure to meet you Arin, I hope you're treating Frisk well,"
"Of course," Arin said
"Say, I was on my way to Papyrus' house to ask for a favor, where you two headed there as well?"
Frisk nodded.
"Would you like a ride?"
Frisk nodded again.
"Hop in!" Mettaton exclaimed with excitement as he stepped over the door and sat back down in the car.
Frisk and Arin both clamored into the backseat and Mettaton adjusted his mirror to see them both as they put on seat belts.
"Here we go," He said as he pushed on the gas.
The car took off and soon turned around before heading down the street. As they made their way to the skeleton's home Arin asked how Mettaton and Frisk knew each other. He'd seen Mettaton on TV and heard his music.
"Oh, that's a long story, "Mettaton explained off-handedly.
"Come on, I wanna hear it,"
"Well darling, if you must know, being famous wasn't anything strange to me…"
Mettaton's story continued on as the trio drove down the road toward the skeleton's house.
Meanwhile, in the deep underground.
A figure was sitting in a gray room, its face was distorted and pale. It sat in silence, perfectly still. As it sat there a strange thing appeared in the room. An orange button that simply read "Escape". It looked at it, the light reflecting off its face. It reached out and touched the button, and disappeared in a flash of white light.
