Summary: *Comes out from a dark cave* Hi everyone! I know, I know, It's been a looooong time since I upload a new chapter but hear me out. I was trying to make this story an easy read and fixing some grammar horrors... I failed miserably (╥︣﹏᷅╥) but someone with a kind heart came to my rescue! ＼(≧▽≦)／ A MILLION thanks to SilentFox for the excelent job they're doing for this story. I have no words to express how grateful I'm for having them as an editor to this fanfiction! (SilentFox should be considered a cowriter with how much they helped me out (￣▽￣*)ゞ ) Okay, I know some of you have waited for this chapter for more than a year so... Here it is!
Embassy of All Monsters, Ebott Ville, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back into the world.
"Your Majesty?!" A female voice is heard from the other side of the door.
Who might that be?
**That's Asgore's receptionist.** She sounds urgent for some reason.
"You may pass." The king booms as he and the queen quickly stand and pretend as if they weren't a sobbing mess a few seconds ago.
She lets herself in, one hand rubbing her big belly; she must be pregnant.
"Uh… my lord, the Earl of Nottingham?" She addresses me with my nobility title, and her gaze flicks to everyone else in the room.
"Yes?" For a fleeting moment, I think about the U.S. military forces coming to get me and my sister.
"There is an emissary of Her Highness, the Queen of the United Kingdom outside. He seeks an audience with you, my lord." I see her ears lift. In rabbit body language, that they are alert and aware of something in their surroundings
Lords of science, exactly what I needed; the Queen after me.
Maybe it was my wishful thinking that Mary-dear wouldn't pay any attention to me anymore. It has been more than seventy years since the last time I saw her.
I sigh only to gain some time before speaking. I need to think things through before my encounter with her majesty's herald.
The Queen has already sent someone. I can't believe how quickly she found out I'm not a hoax. There is no way she would have sent someone based on assumptions only.
The poor rabbit monster at the door starts to shiver under my gaze. "I'll make sure to attend to their call, thank you very much," What's her name?
**Bunnybell.**
"Bunnybell." I kindly smile at the frightened soon-to-be mother.
Bunnybell visibly relaxes at my answer. Her ears go down to a natural position slowly, slumping slightly. I can understand how stressful this must be to her in her state. That's not good for her baby.
"It's a pleasure, my lord!" She smiles sweetly and leaves to pass on what I said.
"What the bloody hell does the Queen want with you!?" Willow runs from her time-out corner and shouts, outraged.
"Believe me, I don't know either." I rub my temples with my hands. This is proving to be a challenging task.
What does the emissary want with me?
**He is here to deliver a letter from the Queen**
A letter?
**Yes**
I whisper to Willow that they are here to give me a letter, and promptly responds,"Then tell them to go away and never come back!". It is a very nice solution right there but I calculate it's going to give us a couple of hours tops before Queen Mary sends one of her watchdogs to chase after us, and that I can't let happen. Not now just as I've started making progress!
Willow POV
This cannot be happening! They can't take Wilson back to England!
Who knows what will happen to him there?!
"You know what? I will deal with them myself!" I declare while lighting my fists in hot white fire. I won't let my brother be taken away!
"Willow, stop," Wilson says and it sounds final. "That won't be necessary." He looks sideways to where the monsters sit.
"Wilson?" The little boy asks in confusion. I see the princess floating to his side to serve as his anchor. I have seen that same behavior when the children, back in that hell hole, need comfort from each other.
"I must attend to my duties." Wilson averts his gaze, looking at no one in particular.
Oh no, I know that face.
Frisk doesn't know how to take that, so he stays put and doesn't speak further. Good boy.
"If I don't return in two hours, make sure all monsters leave the building." It sounds eerily foreboding. I feel my muscles lock up. That tone is never a good sign in my brother. He meets my glare with his own. He is not joking around.
"But-" If Wilson was anybody else, I would have gone spare by now!
"Willow… please." I hate to hear my brother pleading. I hate it!
I have no other choice than to listen to him. Could it be that more people were waiting outside? If that's the case then they could break-in and kill us all. I don't have my trusty gun with me, and the fire staff in my inventory is at 10% of its durability; but I can work with that if I have to.
My mind is bringing up all the possible scenarios, taking into account what I have at my disposal. It's been such a long time since I felt the thrill of a confrontation against other humans. My heart is pounding like crazy!
"If you don't come back in two hours I'm burning the whole place down to its foundations," I threaten with a voice devoid of humor. He knows full well that I'm not just running my mouth.
"That sounds like a reasonable plan, my dear. Just make sure Frisk and all the monsters are a mile away before starting." He walks to the door and opens it without further ado.
At the door, he says,"I'll be right back." He opens the door and walks through, the click of his shoes signaling his departure.
Oh brother. I hope you know what you're doing…
The door closes with a calm thud and a click.
Asgore and Toriel step forward in what, I suppose, is a determined way. Asgore speaks up,"Miss Willow, even if the situation is as dire as you two make it seem. I'm afraid we, no, monsterkind can't afford to lose this place. Thanks to the embassy we have been able to maintain a peaceful relationship with this government and others who have come to clear up any misunderstandings! We mustn't answer with violen-"
"Would you rather they kill your family, take all the information stored in this building and get away with it?" I say, rudely cutting him off. The boys and I used to handle people with half the crimes against children than this goat shit. If not for my brother's explicit demand not to kill this creature…
Hmph!
I have better things to worry about!
"Nghaaaaa! If you think we'll sit on our butts while you do whatever you want-" The redhead closes the gap between us stomping the ground while doing so. I catch a wift of the fishy smell and scrunch up my nose.
These garbage heads! Can't they understand this is not the time for their stupid pride?
"Look," I take one step forward. The smell is even stronger now that I'm closer. Ugh, fish. "I get it. You are very strong and you lot surely can manage to come back unscathed from an entire English assault." It is obvious to everyone they can't, but just to really get my point across I continue, "Just let me ask you this, where would you like for me to put your dust? In the trash can or directly in a garbage dump? Take your pick because those are the only two places you'd deserve to be put in if you underestimate your enemy!" I grab Undyne by her shirt collar. "This is a fight that will cost you your lives!" Undyne grabs my wrists with her disgusting "hands" and tries to pull away from my grip. It doesn't work.
"LET ME GO!" she shouts, like a pesky child.
"Ugh, I'm just wasting my time with you!" I toss her to the floor and scowl down at her.. She growls up at me like a kicked puppy. How disgraceful! Wigfrid would make her suffer for lowering herself like that. We warriors are supposed to know when to back down and when to take arms, or so she says. Alphys runs to her lover, kneeling quickly to take her hand, giving Undyne a reassuring squeeze. They exchange a silent conversation before Undyne deflates. "Sorry, babe." She squeezes back.
Not that I care about them.
"Chester, yeep yeep!" I clap twice and the little one knows exactly what I want from him. Chester bounces to where I am. I lift him onto the table as he opens his maw and I take a look at the stockpile of useful goods within him.
A vine comes rushing at my face. Ha! That won't work on me! "You're such a load of bollocks!" I grab the vine before it touches me. It's quivering in anger. "I don't have to deal with you, you waste of space!"
I can't describe how mad this thing makes me feel! I can't believe all the horror and suffering he brought upon Frisk! And to think we are supposed to save him from his well-deserved punishment from the All-Mighty!
"You!" I look at Frisk and he startles at being referred to. "He is your problem, not mine!" I wrench the little bastard from Chester's insides.
"What the heck?!" Flowey shouts. He is almost uprooted from the pot with how much force I used to pull him from out of Chester.
I grab him by the steam and throw him at Frisk. The child puts two hands in the air so he can catch his potted friend before it hits the table but a blue glow circles the little pest, gently lowering him to the ground. I spin and see the short skeleton's eyelight burning bright blue.
"Hey!" Chara shouts. She glares at me, arms folded. Who is she worried about? Frisk or the stupid dandilion?
"Be careful!" Toriel says, a paw outstretched towards the plant.
"dude…" Sans sighs. He gives a pointed stare towards my direction, eyelight going out.
Such drama! It wasn't going to hit Frisk…
Whatever! I wave my hand towards them and roll my eyes.
"I don't want to hear a peep from you, Flowey the flower!" I look him dead in his beady little eyes. "You better behave," I grumble.
Flowey brings his vines out and he's about to unleash them when Frisk grabs his pot and shakes it a little. The motion causes the little weed's concentration to break, and he's left dazed slightly. Frisk whispers something to the flower that I couldn't catch, but whatever he said made the flower desist from further attacks.
I decide to ignore them, and I continue looking through Chester's inventory. My brother had left some stuff in Chester before he went on the trip to another 'world'. I remember him asking us to take care of his fluffy friend.. It was obvious to all of us that he had a certain connection to him.
Wilson loves Chester.
A long time ago, I had asked every single member of our weird family what they felt about the orange monster, and they told me they only saw him as a little helper. No one could understand why he meant so much to my brother...
… but I can.
I shake my head. This is not the time to be dwelling on old memories.
"Let's see..." It's best if I take every single item out. That way, I can better visualize the proper use of each item.
Eight of the nine slots are filled with items. One was used to store the lost prince.
There are two cooked blue caps. They are almost rotting. "What a waste…" I put them on the table but there is no real use for them right now.
I find a blueprint next. "Huh...", I murmur.
The edges are crumbling in my hands, and some of the writing is smudged.. It reads "Jury-Rigged Portal" in Wilson's neat handwriting, albeit askew. What's that supposed to mean exactly? The drawing in the blueprint has a certain resemblance to the Florid Postern north from the camp. It's better to just leave this alone, so I put it on the table.
"Thirty-eight booster shots?! What in the world, Wilson!" I can't believe him! He always says to be prepared for anything but, isn't this a little too much? I know for a fact he doesn't use them on himself, so why does he have this many? They are wrapped in a bundle so I take them all out.
What's next?
Hooray! I found what I was looking for! Well… not exactly what I was hoping for , but it's useful enough. A weapon! Wilson keeps a dark sword here, eh? The scimitar looking black magic feels chilly to the touch. I wield it and I can feel it draining my sanity.
Tee-hee! It's like my dreams can hurt real things!
I giggle to myself at the sensation. I'm sure these idiots won't get what is so funny!
I glance over them just in time to catch Sans grab the blueprint. Wilson said he wants the monster to help him with scientific things, so I don't think it's a bad thing that he takes a look at that. I don't comment on him reading it so Alphys' curiosity lets her get past her fear of me. She gets closer to the table and takes the bundle of syringes. She proceeds to inspect one. There is amazement sparkling in her eyes.
All the other monsters keep quiet. Maybe they want to know what else there is to see.
Asgore looks at the darkish weapon with a frown.
I leave the dark sword standing near my feet, supported only by the edge of the table. I feel my sanity steady itself. Maybe I should eat one of those blue caps after all.
*Gulp* And there it goes!
My hands reach into Chester's maw and wrap around a staff. I pull it out and marvel at its beauty. It has a green gem embedded on top. Green gems are very rare and thus I've never been able to make one of these when I was surviving alone. I think it's called 'deconstruction staff' but it's hard to remember when you have seen the thing once or twice in your life. It's at 80% of its durability. I shouldn't use this either.
What I find next makes me gasp in surprise. "Wow! I didn't know he still had this!" This is very useful!
I lift the thulecite crown and marvel at its shiny exterior. Just like the first time I held it in my hands, I could feel something flowing through it.
It's at 50% durability but I deem this situation worth using it. I lift it to my head and put it on. A red force field appears around me. Weird, I'm not being attacked right now. Maybe it's the monster's presence that activates it? Said creatures look startled at the magic but at the lack of any kind of attack, they settle back in their seats.
"Nice..." I lift the crown from my head in a swift motion and it deactivates immediately. If only the effects were permanent.
I'll put it back on if I hear sounds from outside. I'll put it on the table in the meantime.
I decide to continue checking Chester's inventory. I reach in and find twenty-five healing salves. I saw Wilson crafting them for everyone on the camp so those are nothing new to me. I put them on the table. They catch the yellow reptile's attention and I see her eyes sparkle like my brother's when finding new information.
Maybe Alphys isn't as bad as these other monsters. I grab a bowl of salve and slide it in front of her. She doesn't need any more permission than that. She grabs some things out and starts prodding at it in delight.
Hehehe, she's such a nerd. She's almost like my brother in that sense..
"Sans! Wilson Is Such A Master In The Artistic Arts! But I Don't Understand This Puzzle With All These Numbers And Wiggling Doodles..." I hear the 'whisper' come from the group consisting of two skeletons, one boy, one sentient plant and a ghost. The five were looking at the blue paper with rapt attention. I don't think Sans noticed the little incident with the thulecite crown. Or maybe he did and he's not going to say anything about it.
Sans doesn't answer his brother's comment and looking closer at his eyelights lets me know he is trying to absorb as much information as he can. That behavior is something I can respect! My brother is very intelligent with his 'science breakthroughs' after all, and seeing other scientists appreciate his work is only right!
I let the monsters be for now, and turn back to Chester who had been waiting patiently for me. Finally, I find the most important item of them all. A life giving amulet! I'm invincible now! Well, maybe not. But it feels good. Having one of these around your neck can be the best thing in the world when you find yourself in trouble.
I quickly put it on and it surrounds me in a small healing aura. Ah! What a relief to have it!
Now I'm ready to face anything!
Someone knocks on the door, and I can see a few monsters tense up.
Just in time, too. I take all the equipment on the table and put them on. I'll show these bastards what the Higgsburys are capable of! I just hope my brother is okay…
Asgore stands and summons a big ass red trident. It almost scares me! Almost. Toriel follows by summoning two spinning fireballs in her paws. The light causes a strange shadow to form on her face, making her look stern and powerful. Hmph! It would be better if the fire was larger!
Undyne summons a blue spear in her hands and several others in mid-air after she steps between Alphys and the closed door.
Sans doesn't even shift from his position,calm and steady, though I can see one lone sweat bead roll down his skull.. Papyrus, on the other hand, feels the tension in the air and starts to fidget, eyes flicking at all the weapons, openly sweating. Frisk and Chara move quickly to my side. Frisk brings out a worn dagger from their pocket. The child puts on a golden necklace with a heart-shaped locket, too. I hope they have some magical properties or I'll have to shield them.
Flowey summons little white beans. Is that supposed to be an attack?
We were all on high alert that no one even realizes that we didn't answer the door.
The door opens slowly, inch by inch unraveling what can be the first real battle after all those years trapped in that mad man's land.
"It's just me, Willo- What in the world are you doing with my things?!" Wilson stands in the doorway, eyes wide.
Oops! It's just Wilson!
Notes: Note: I'm not going to talk about the coronavirus in-depth here as I know we all have been bombarded with so much information about it but, I want you to know something. If this chapter brought a little spark of happiness to you or it was a little distraction from your quarantine, self-quarantine/self-isolation or whatever... I'm truly happy to have contributed to your wellbeing and I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that you are taking good care of yourself and your family. Know that you are appreciated and loved, no matter who you are, where you are, what you believe of yourself or what you are told... You're a wonderful human being who DESERVES to continue living and DESERVES to be well and healthy. I send you my best wishes and I'm sure we are all going to make it. Stay Determined. Note 2: Some of the items descriptions written in this chapter were taken straight from the Don't Starve Wiki, so credits to them and to Klei Entertainment, of course!
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