Thank you for the continued support!

So, where did we leave off?

Well I don't think we need to get back to the story yet...

Never mind I'm kidding!

We HAVE TO get back to this story!

Bella-Anne's life hangs in the balance!

Chapter 6: The most chilling news

Toriel returned to the small quaint home, that was far from a palace, but served the monster queen perfectly.

Opening the door and carefully balancing her basket full of groceries in one arm.

Calling out to alert Bella of her return, the goat woman waited.

And waited.

There was no response, and the house was deathly silent.

Toriel moved from the kitchen to dinning room; no Bella-Anne.

The living room; All was still and quiet.

The extensive hall that stretched on; Nor was anyone stirring there not even behind the potted plants that littered the edges of the hall.

The large master room; not a single being aside from the apprehensive monster queen.

The children's room, opening the door with trepidation, nothing was amiss save for the box on Bella's bright bed sheets and the hair ribbons on the vanity.

Again Toriel checked the rooms, sure her daughter was just playing a trick as she had such tendency to do. But this trick, far worse than any other the human child had played.

Panic coursing through her veins, the goat called out, widening her search to the castle gardens, and other corridors that spanned from the main home.

No where was she. Not here nor there and the great mounting fear that terrorized Toriel reached its precipice, rearing it's horrid head to devour her.

By this time she had alerted her husband, but he too; was unaware to his second child's where abouts.

Such a thought, that Bella was somewhere, of which they had no awareness, and the sensitivity the girl held to the cold, of which she never wished to take heed no matter how they insisted to her how terrible it was, and now, and the girl they all held so dear, was gone, and away.

"Get up Bella-Anne."

"Please, child, heed me; get up!"

"Oh for the love of -sorry sir!- GET UP GIRL!"

"your impossible child, you always have been just like your father...! Get up now before you freeze into the very ground beneath you!"

"Oh, stop pestering her! She's tired let her sleep!"

"If she sleeps she's going to die! C-a-l-e! You know that you idiot!"

"Oh c'mon -a-h-! Would that be the worst thing in the world? We'd finally get to see her, and her us!"

"Oh! Just-! Ch-r-I-e! Bella-Anne, get up for the love of all things holy!"

"Will you calm down! Your gonna throw a wing out if you continue, jeez S-s-a, someone's coming ok?! Now calm down for the love of god! AHE! SORRY! SORRY!"

"He-he -! I'm not that old! And thank you sir, he-he! you deserved that C-a-l-e. I wouldn't be surprised if you got your wings clipped again!"

"Oh, yeah, ha- ha very funny...!"

Papyrus strolled proudly though the woods, checking the traps, and puzzles.

He was a proud member of the royal guard, or a least one in training. So, everyday, one could set there watch to his patrols, he would do this, checking each with a diligence no other held.

But something today, this very day was amiss.

There in the snow laid a snow-covered heap of orange, brow, and washed out blue.

Curiosity took over the skeleton monster and he continued forth to it, going off his well worn track in the snow. Rolling the girl over he took notice as to who it was, albeit their face was far paler than he expected, but none the less, it was her; the princess!

Papyrus never thought he'd get such a chance as this! To be his princess's knight in shining armor! Scooping her up in his long bony arms the skeleton bore a smile as he back tracked his path to his home, there would be a much more suitable place to rest and warm up, would it not?

He carefully wrapped his scarf around her neck and pressed further, the beautiful lights of the town beginning to glow and sparkle not so far off.

When Papyrus reached his house, he opened the door with a grand flourish, and then continued to carefully place his princess on the couch. Once the skeleton was assured she was seated properly, he took to gathering blankets to cover her with, and did so with haste!

"Worry not, Princess Bella-Anne! I, the great Papyrus! Shall make you some feel-betteri Spaghetti!" He zealously exclaimed, despite the fact that the girl, soaking wet and cold on his sofa, said nothing in return.

The king and queen had set out a full blown search, they had to find Bella-Anne, no matter the costs, her body so weak and frail.

Undyne had called every single guard, on duty and off, she wouldn't let that punk, that little punk who had feared her, and caused her to gasp and sputter by sticking a tiny fist in her gills as an infant, the blue fish woman would never forgive herself if they didn't find her, who would she give piano lessons to with Asriel? Who would spar with her in vain with no hopes of beating her? Who would criticize her cooking all the time?

The very thought that just a few days prior could be her last, it turned her iron stomach.

Mettaton had broadcasted the news all over her tv stations, nothing else played but the news bulletin.

Oh, If she never saw her little beauty again, that shining star, who would make her laugh at the most absurd things in those dulled moments when being a star and hassled by fans was enough to make her oil bubble. Who would come by just to show this flamboyant star that not everything glittering and shiny was worth value?

Oh, how Mettaton would miss those quite moments of laughter shared with the girl, and the not so quite moments they admired and critiqued everything within sight, picking some of the dullest and pointing out the most beautiful aspects of it.

What would Asriel do with out his little sister? The one who always seemed to get them into trouble for the simplest of things. Who would share their time with him, in those quite moments in the garden? Who would cook with him and cause such a mess in joy and passion?

What would Asgore do if they didn't find her, his little princess? Who would style his beard and flowing locks of hair? Who would sit and drink tea, although she found it ever so bitter, with him? Who would share silent moments upon his lap in the garden? Who would snuggle into his cloak, and stay nestled in his arms until she had fallen asleep?

Oh, and Toriel, what would she do, if that little child who she had once thought was lost, became lost again? For good this time? The thought chilled her to her very soul. Who; who would create a mess in the kitchen all to make a surprise breakfast for her? Who would wriggle and ring about while Toriel combed her long hair into a manageable rope? Who would burry herself near her own bosom while she read a story? Who would tell her all those little secrets that she could and would never dare utter in front of her father or brother?

Panic rang through them all, as well as a horrid sense of fear if they never managed to find that little angel who had changed all their lives so much.

Papyrus's phone rang with Undyne's tone, and he happily answered it, his kitchen only partially filled with smoke. "GREETINGS UNDYNE!"

"Yeah, hey, Papyrus, I need you to search snowdin, the princess is missing." Undyne said, doing her best to sound tough in front of that knuckle head.

"Oh? But how could she be missing? She's sleeping on my couch right now?" The smiling skeleton asked, bewildered.

"WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!"

"I found her in the woods as I was checking the traps and puzzles."

Undyne hung up her phone so fast that Papyrus didn't have time to question it, nor did he have time to question the king and queen bursting into his home and rushing to their child's side. Toriel greeted the barely aroused girl as any mother would in such a scene, making sure she was well, showering kisses all over, as well as joyous tears that her greatest fears, things that only resonated in nightmares

When Asgore was satisfied with his youngest's health as well as safety, he stood walking over to the tall skeleton who promptly bowed to his majesty.

"Papyrus, I want to thank you for finding my daughter. Without you finding her, she would most likely and regrettably have perished." The king said, placing a large and furry paw on the skeleton's shoulder. The royal guard trainee could barely utter anything before he crashed to the ground, the only sound passing his teeth being:

"Mayday... mayday... I... am... going... down...!"

Undyne laughed at the skeleton's display, relieved that none of the horrid thought that had plagued her warriors conscience had come to pass.

See! I couldn't kill her! she means far too much to you guys! and this, I thank you so much for the Idea posted in the comments, I couldn't have written this with out you!

Here have some butter scotch and cinnamon pancakes! I assure you they are almost as good as the pie ;)