Chapter 32: Running Time
Summary:
So I'll change the summary... there is a couple of changes to the one I was given but... I think it will suit the story better. Let me know what you think, please.
Notes:
Happy new year everyone! I hope you have a wonderful year full of good things and good laughs.
My best wishes to you all.
I know it's a little bit early but... I think that I won't post anything on the first so...
Ebott Ville, The Surface, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back in the world.
We decided it was time to go fetch Frisk so we exited Grillby's, but that probed to be… a grave mistake if one didn't have an automobile… paparazzi swarmed us like ducks to bread upon opening the door. As I was about to engage some of their questions Willow had a different plan, she grabbed Sans skeletal wrist and my fleshy one and flew away from the scene. Kicking some reporters to the ground in the process.
Thanks to our high stamina we were able to outrun them, after picking up both Chester and Sans, because they couldn't run to save their lives. Some reporters went back to their trucks or whatever they came in and followed us but when we were out of view I moved us near Frisk's Elementary… right next to a dumpster… oh well at least there is no putrid smells like in the marsh biome… I sure am not able to stand that right now.
"hey! hands off me!" Sans was blushing hard, I don't know why though. We couldn't leave him behind as bait to the reporters so it made sense that Willow took Chester and I gave him a lift…
"Sorry."
I set him down carefully… he's just a 1 HP monster after all.
He grumbled something unintelligible under his… breath?
*He doesn't breath*
I knew that!
Gosh… this is getting annoying.
"let's go for the kiddo then…"
Today's class was a mix between boredom and slow death… I couldn't decide which one of them was better so I felt both.
**"It's over Frisk, the torture is over…"
But Charaaaaaaa did you see how much homework Miss Curtis gave us!
**"You're such a crybaby Frisk, I'll help you don't worry"
You will!?
**"Yep"
Then today won't be as bad as I thought!
**"Heh, calm down we need to go home and check if Mr. Dad Guy hasn't pierced his trident on that scientist chest"
Don't say that… do you think…?
**"Calm down Frisk, it was just a joke!"
Yes, I know but… It could really happen, you know?
**"… again calling my dad a barbaric…"
That's not what I meant… and you know it could happen.
**"…"
Oh! I forgot! Asgore said to be in the embassy after school today, right?
**"… I forgot too… To the embassy, then?"
Yes.
When the inner conversation was over. I walked down the hall in my school, human children swarmed it like bees to honey, everyone with one thing in mind. Get out of here as fast as they can.
Wilson must be here by now.
Aaaaaand there he is! With Willow, Eye Bone, Chester… and Sans?
What is he doing here?
"'sup kiddo" He ruffles my hair kindly.
"Hi Sans!"
I smile at him and see that he went to Grillby's before coming here.
I would recognize those ketchup stains in his white shirt anywhere.
**"how does he manages for them to fall in the same spots, like, every single time?"
We will never know Chara, we will never know…
"Are we ready to go Frisk? Did you take all your books to do your homework later?" Wilson asked with a smile on his face.
Ugh school… ugh homework…
It's so weird to have him here though.
But I wonder… how is he coping with it all?
I know it took me a while to get accustomed to the monsters, the monster culture and a world were magic is no longer a myth from old books.
"Yep!" I gave a little jump and landed near him grabbing his hand at the same time. My quick motion didn't startle him but rather than that, it made him chuckle.
"Wow, I didn't know you enjoyed school so much, look how lively you are, my boy!"
[ACT]
*Ignore *Pout *Show tongue
*Show tongue
"Pfff Ha ha ha ha" Wilson laughed unrestrained and attracted some pedestrians attention… they started to take photos?
Uhmmm what?
**"uhh…. Frisk?"
"Frisk, we should get moving. Where do you want to go now?" Humans and a few monsters are approaching.
We have to talk with mom and dad and stuff…
Somehow. I really don't want to talk to my family but there is no other thing we can do.
**"Frisk… people are gathering around us"
Yes I know! Uhmm….
"err, kiddo—" Sans looks worried, too… as worried as someone who has a smile on his face all the time can be.
"To the embassy?" I finally say with a little doubt in my voice, the attention is making me uncomfortable.
I see Wilson scanning the crowd… face unreadable and blue eyes narrowing. He silently asks for Willow's hand, Eye Bone and Chester in her free arm perched one above the other.
"You coming?" The scientist asks the monster skeleton.
Sans doesn't really have any other option more than to grab my hand as instructed.
Everyone set.
"Don't let go" Wilson says with seriousness in his voice.
The world is swallowed by darkness once more.
This complicates everything!
Was the fluffy King of Monsters first thought upon finding out about Wilson's real identity.
The political world has been the topic of his work and studies this year and a half that the monsters had been set free from their millennial imprisonment.
Asgore Dreemurr knew very well that even though the English Kingdom is legally not that powerful anymore…
Their people backed them in their decisions.
People are who have the power not the legal entities, political or what not. If the country choose not to meddle between the English crown and monster politics but the people, instructed by their Queen, do…
Asgore trying to pierce his trident in someone of said crown and linage would spark conflict and it would spread repercussions like wildfire.
Once again, his people are in danger after he doesn't assess the situation and acts before putting some thought on the matter.
The old teachings hadn't died, had they?
"Are you even listening to me Asgore?"
Oh boy.
That's one of the worst questions a woman can ask. Just on par with the 'we need to talk' one.
"Uhm no dear, please excuse me but, what was it?"
*goat sigh*
"School is over for today, I texted Sans to look out for Frisk. He told me that Wilson asked for him to talk in private, they went to Grillby's and then they would go to the embassy. He promised to text me back when they are at the embassy."
"Oh" he looked down to his paws
"It's that all you have to say?" Toriel is visibly losing her patience, again.
"I…" The king visibly panicked.
"Stop." She ordered and raised a paw "Let's just go to the embassy. I want my child—my children back" Toriel sighed, annoyed at my insecurity.
"So… are we sure that… who talked to us… was really Chara? At least, I felt it in my soul Toriel… it was our daughter the one in those eyes…" I had to state my feelings. Even though they were still in a turmoil of old memories.
The fondest of memories passed through the King's mind eye, the saddest and must hurtful, too.
That is the power their children had in their life.
Chara has been there inside Frisk since he fell down, I still can't believe it… and if someone had affirmed this before I had seen it with my very own eyes… I'm sure nothing good would have happened to that someone.
"There is no mistake. That was Chara. Call it mother instincts if you want, Asgore, but no one will fight me over this. My child is back. And I will be damned if I don't help Frisk and Chara, my children, in whatever is ailing them."
Such intensity.
Such passion.
Such determination.
This is the woman I fell in love all those centuries ago.
"And if you hurt them ever again." She closed the gap between us and grabbed me from the collar of the flower pattern shirt I am wearing.
"You will REGRET IT"
And then, she let go.
If only I could erase my mistakes…
Passages of an old human story book come to the King's mind.
/' Tim is off on a search to rescue the Princess. She has been snatched by a horrible and evil monster. This happened because Tim made a mistake.
'Not just one. He made many mistakes during the time they spent together, all those years ago. Memories of their relationship have become muddled, replaced wholesale, but one remains clear: the princess turning sharply away, her braid lashing at him with contempt'
'Our world, with its rules of causality, has trained us to be miserly with forgiveness. By forgiving too readily, we can be badly hurt. But if we've learned from a mistake and become better for it, shouldn't we be rewarded for the learning, rather than punished for the mistake?'
'What if our world worked differently? Suppose we could tell her: 'I didn't mean what I just said,' and she would say: 'It's okay, I understand,' and she would not turn away, and life would really proceed as though we had never said that thing? We could remove the damage but still be wiser for the experience.'
'Tim and the Princess lounge in the castle garden, laughing together, giving names to the colorful birds. Their mistakes are hidden from each other, tucked away between the folds of time, safe.'/ Braid, Chapter 2: Time and Forgiveness
Tori is the princess. He is Tim.
Later on that same book he found out that the 'monster' referenced there was no one else but the protagonist himself.
Tim made a mistake he could never take back and lost his love because he became a monster by doing it. He desperately searches for a way out of it.
But in the end, he lost her forever and there was nothing he could do about it.
This is one of many circumstances in which Asgore Dreemurr wanting nothing more than it all to be just a bad dream.
But he knows better.
Toriel doesn't love him anymore.
He lost her for his mistake; he truly became a horrid monster.
"I understand" He did. He could feel their soul bond crack and threatening to shatter.
He could never be forgiven.
I drove us to the embassy; Asgore and I sat in silence while the van mobilized slowly through the horrible traffic. Once in the parking lot we greeted everyone we came across with as we normally did, no one noted the difference between yesterday and today, it seemed.
Not that they see me every day, I happen to be busier when on school days. Nevertheless, no one commented on the heavy atmosphere between the two of us.
"Good afternoon your majesties!"
"Good afternoon" I said.
"Good afternoon Bunnybell" Asgore answered and approached the rabbit monster working as a receptionist here. "Has Ambassador Frisk Dreemurr arrived yet?" The king added.
"Yes, your majesty! Ambassador Frisk arrived here about twenty minutes ago!" She fumbled with her papers. "Mr. Wilson Percival Higgsbury, Willow Victoria Higgsbury, Eye Bone, Chester and Sans accompanied him!" She closed her folder and finished merrily.
She was instructed to take down all the names of all the people who entered the embassy so it was no surprise in hearing that they were already here.
My ex husband nodded and thanked her for the information. The embassy was not a grand building but it sufficed its purpose.
We halted just before opening the door to the meeting room, Frisk's and Willow's voice coming from it.
"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back"
We shared a look.
"She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence, fence"
We decided to enter the room.
"They jumped so high, high, high
They touched the sky, sky, sky
And didn't come back, back, back
Till the fourth of July, July, July…"
It was a kind of battle?
When we opened the door, two humans were facing each other, my child and the fire lover girl were exchanging blow after blow with their palms tone and speed increasing each time the rhyme repeated. Weird enough, both were wearing a competitive grin and didn't notice our entrance to the room.
Wilson sat with his eyes closed, unperturbed by their… battle? No, is it a game? It has to be.
And Sans?
He fell asleep where he sat.
That means that whatever they were doing it's not harming my child. Thanks the Angel.
Notes:
Frisk is back! I missed my boy so much!
Yep, Izumi Curtis is Frisk homeroom teacher! The best part? There is no meaning behind it! It's just because the world willed it that way!
HAHAHAHA
Reference to BRAID, a platform game in which the protagonist, Tim, can manipulate time and reverse his own death just as Frisk does.
Ok, bye.
Notes:
*Throws thing at fandoms expecting it wont be lost in the void*
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