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18:
Calc
Frisk
(Third POV)
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Past—287 B.M
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The Gods' good-hearted king paced the floor; his long ears only heard the rain against the window. For, it was the night that their household of three became four. Moon smiled at the thought as he stopped at the window; his warm eyes traced the droplets.
He could feel his soul matching the pit-patter of the slow rain, trying to stay calm, but the king failed with a giddy smile. Finally, the day had come, the day the male had hoped for years. No, it wasn't just that. The king had always prayed for a little princess to be born. The family and kingdom both waited for this day for years, but it was clear that the older male couldn't hide his excitement about the new heir.
Now, the Light loved his son. He did to Death. He couldn't be prouder of Sun if he tried.
However, Moon always wanted a little girl to spoil. He wanted a sweet touch beside his son's firmer rule. Moon wanted someone to calm him when needed, to be there for the young male. And in return, he hoped Sun would protect the small female until they both were grown. Then when, Moon hoped, both could find someone who would love them as much as he loved their mother.
He hoped their bond would be strong even when they find their separate fates. He hoped they would help each other grow until they could walk down their chosen path.
But more than anything else, he wanted her to be happy as she grew into a young woman. The king stood, lost in his thoughts before a middle-aged human woman ran into the room with hurried breaths:
"The baby is coming, Your Mastery! Hurry!" The nursemaid screamed as she came to a halt, a sweet smile on her lips.
With a loud and happy gasp, King Moon rushed to the room as his soul drummed against his chest, laughing joyously before slamming into the royal bedroom where his beautiful wife screamed in pain. He ran to Star's side and took her tiny paw into his giant one, squeezing it with a giddy grin laced to his lips.
Even then, the queen was the most beautiful creature Moon had ever laid eyes on. Despite going through unimaginable pain, she still held the gentlest smile as whispers of adoration for their new daughter fell from her lips; before the pain grew too strong for her to ignore. Finally, the baby girl was done waiting. To soothe her pain, he stroked her sweaty forehead, and he whispered this through a softer smile:
"Star, you are doing amazingly well, my love. Just one more push, and it will be over!" He soothed loudly as the sound of rain mixed with the queen's screams. His amber eyes were sparkling happily.
She squeezed Moon's hand once more before letting out a loud howl, pushing once more before a healthy cry filled the room. After that, the room started to buzz, caring for the new princess of the Gods—laughing over her cute moaning.
After the nursemaids cleaned her body and wrapped her tightly in a pink blanket, one nursemaid gently laid the baby girl on her mother's chest, earning the biggest smile she had seen from the queen.
Her voice, light as a feather, was heard while her eyes peeked up at the king, who smiled ear to ear as she caressed her cheek. Those words smoothly soothed the fussy infant with ease and lulled her into dreamland:
"You are a miraculous thing, my lovely child. Rest now. Papa and mama will always be there for you. Rest and know you are loved."
The little lullaby faded into the sounds of the maids rushing to give their rulers privacy. The parents just basked in her dull glow. Her mother slowly rocked her, unable to put her down now, as her father laid his hand on her lightly-haired head. Their little miracle was finally there.
They stayed silent for moments after, both didn't want to break the spell so soon, but the king's soft roar eventually broke the spell. His grin grew as he moved his eyes to the giant doors. Another was dying to meet this beauty.
"Should we let him in now or be mean and make him wait?" Moon teased lightly, gesturing to the door, which earned the giant male a loud giggle as his wife carefully slapped his chest.
"Oh, stop, Moon. Let him see her, silly."
"Aww, you're no fun, love."
Little eight-old-year Sun was the second most excited one for the newest arrival. He would rush around for flowers to decorate the nursery or did little jobs to raise money for toys.
Despite being a typical young boy, the little goat had been known to be mature. But, no one couldn't deny the excited prince's desire to be a good brother. He just was so cute to deny. So, the young prince was dubbed the 'big brother' prince by many of the town, the one they could rely upon without fail.
When the baby entered the world, keeping the eager boy from rushing into the room was challenging. Sun wanted to be with his parents as his new sister joined the family. But a scolding and a firm hand rooted the pouting goat to his seat with his arms crossed as he waited.
It seemed like a lifetime until the door opened for him, revealing the smiling face of the king:
"Alright, Sunny, ready to meet your little sister?" With that, the young goat jumped up quickly as a loud giggle escaped his snout before he ran straight to his mother's side.
Sun carefully leaped on the big bed, cautious not to wake the sleeping girl nuzzled in the older female's arms. Star gently smiled at him before she moved the blanket for the male to see her clearer. The young goat gasped, the sound bouncing off the walls, as he tenderly ran a hand across her cheek, his ambers gleaming with love.
Sun fell in love at that moment, vowing he would always protect her. But one thought bothered him. It wouldn't change how he felt about her, but Sun wondered why the newborn had no fur on her little body in his childish mind. She almost looked human. The infant might've passed for one, save for her slightly long ears.
Why was she so human?
"She's so pretty, mama, but where is her fur?" The young boy cocked his head innocently, earning a laugh from his parents as his mother reached for his hand.
"Love, your sister isn't like us."
"How is that possible, mama? I mean, would she be a goat?"
"Not exactly, sweet boy. I can't explain it to you, but let's say she was meant to look this way. Of course, everyone has their own physical identity, but…."
Her voice trailed off when the still-unnamed baby's eyes squinted open a bit as she wiggled awake, revealing a warm hue of amber underneath her lids, causing Star to smile as she returned her gaze to her son:
"There are traits they still share with their parents, such as her ears and eyes. So, what are we going to name this beauty?" She asked soothingly, shifting the bundle toward the young boy, gaining a giggle from him.
"I think Dove fits her, mama. She's as pretty as a dove when flying."
As the adults laughed, the young boy held a finger to her, allowing Dove to wrap her tiny fingers around his, making him smile as he continued to stare at the little face of an angel with the typical adoration from a big brother.
How can one little person steal a heart with a tiny finger squeeze? Sun questioned inside of his mind, watching while her eyes started to show a bit of that inquisitive manner every being would soon fall victim to in the not-too-distant future, and again he made her a vow:
He would always protect her.
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The years passed quickly, and the baby grew into a playful child of six, one with giant pools of amber that every being didn't stand a chance. And of course, everyone couldn't deny her anything when she flashed a cheeky smile, so much so that rumors foretold a fate of the poor soul that smile would capture one day.
Dove of Love would have them wrapped around her tiny finger, they would be doomed to be at her mercy, and they wouldn't mind one bit. If the free-flying bird always returned to them and said:
"I'm yours."
But not now. Now, giggles of the little bird flowed as Dove's brother chased after her with his arms playfully, weaving through the tall flowers. That soul would've had to wait because, as the sun smiled at them, the young royals were enjoying their youth.
Their mother smiled sweetly from the hill before the female sensed another familiar presence behind her, turning her smile into a grin as her voice met the air. She knew who it was without even having to turn around.
"Hello Raven, I'm surprised to see you here today. Is your father getting on your nerves again?"
The eight-year-old boy huffed, annoyed, while he came to sit next to her on the edge with bony arms stubbornly crossed over his chest. His white cloak wafted with the gentle wind. Star smiled motherly as she knelt to the young boy and waited. Star had known him long enough to know you wouldn't get anything out of him if you forced him:
After all, he was Raven. But, as much as he was kind, he was stubborn as a young bull. The subjects had fondly dubbed him the 'Prince of Bulls', but it had gotten him into trouble with his father often.
One example was Raven's bond with the Life queen against his orders.
He didn't understand why he had to be at odds with the gentler side of the kingdom. If Star was honest with herself, Star didn't either. They were close while they were younger. However, when the former Death king died, Creation changed. After that, he viewed them as wrong. He viewed them as weak. She tried to find peace, but he didn't want it.
She sighed, closing her eyes as the sadness crushed her once more. Star missed her old friend; she wished she could turn back time. But the queen couldn't. So, the friends just followed different paths. But, their friendship was the price, and she had to accept that she couldn't, no matter how much she prayed.
And now, Raven and Crow were paying for it.
"I just don't see why he hates you so much, your majesty. I see that you are our opposite, but that doesn't mean we aren't enemies. We should be equals, should we? I just don't understand." Raven growled softly, turning his sockets toward her, revealing such sadness.
Star breathed sharply, fighting tears, hating every shake of this strong boy's body. Because he was right, they should be united. But every time they tried to build a bridge between the two kingdoms, to offer peace, the dark king would just slap their attempts down with a laugh.
She looked back to her children while holding this lost boy, wishing he and his little brother could be as free as them, with no burdens to bear. She wished Creation allowed the young Gods to be children.
But for now, all Star could do for him was to be a mother, a soul he could bear without cruel judgments until he was strong enough to stand on his own. But then, maybe Fate had something great for him. She smiled against his skull.
But, as she stared at her happy daughter, Star had to wonder as her voice filled the silence:
What if her Fate is entwined with his?
"It is alright, my child. One day, I believe you'll do something grand to change everything. Just wait; I know it will be better in the future. Just believe."
And with that, they just clung to one another until young Raven left with a little more hope within his soul.
But Star was left to her wild thoughts as her ambers traced the playful movements of Sun and Dove. Her soul trembled underneath an invisible pressure, knowing something that her mind could not fathom just yet.
Why did she have a sinking feeling that Dove would also play a big part in her and Raven's Fate? Star felt an undeniable air as they were a bit away from each other, not even noticing the new atmosphere around them.
But, one day, they would.
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Dove smiled; her dainty hands soothed the dirt of the meadow. The ten-year-old loved the field, her mother had brought her there many times through the years, but the small girl noticed that no one cared for it. So, she took that duty upon herself.
That was Dove. Over the years, her playful traits smoothed out into mature and much more teasing mannerisms. Yes, she still was a child, prone to rash decisions, but every being couldn't deny her sweetness. The little bird went out of her way to help anyone—to make anything better if she could if it were in her power:
Today, instead of playing with her older brother, the little girl requested that she could plant some flowers. She wanted everyone to see what she saw whenever they spent a day there. The beauty of the meadow and the sparkling river that lazily snaked its way throughout the meadow's green hills put Dove at peace.
The brunette was so engrossed with her work, loving the velvety touch of the soil running through her fingers—that she didn't notice as her mother came to her side before Star's hand tapped her shoulder, waking her back to the real world.
She shook her head to clear it and lifted her ambers to the other female's, who was smiling down at her as she knelt next to the tiny monster:
"Hello, love. I have someone I'd like you to meet." She smiled once more before she helped her up, the ground slightly tinted her white gown, but Star was stroke again by her beauty.
She only got more beautiful as the years went on, which worried her parents. They knew everyone would watch out for her, not because she would run into trouble when she reached maturity. On the contrary, they would make sure Dove was always safe. But because the young goddess would have to hurt a lot of young admirers until she found the right one for her. And Dove was such a soft-hearted creature. So it might be hard for the little beauty.
Star just hoped her 'one' would find her first quickly, rather than Dove having to find them.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the crushing of grass sounded through the silence, making the older female smile wider. This beautiful day was the day when Life and Death would meet, and the queen knew it would change everything. Star just had a strong feeling.
"Love, this is Raven."
The girl looked towards the shade, spotting a slightly tall shape. Her eyes widened absently as her soul began to dance within her chest. Why, she didn't know. All the beauty knew was this moving shape, making its way out of the shadows and towards the ladies, was the cause of this strange reaction.
As the shadow turned into a preteen, she didn't understand why her body shook violently. She just knew that Raven could become a big part of her life, staring at his smiling face when her mother brought her attention back to the conversation. Before Dove turned her full attention to the newcomer, she sent a thankful prayer to her mother:
"And Raven, this is my cute daughter, little Dove." Star teased lightly, nudging her forward as a blush appeared on her face, causing the little bird to curse her proud mother innocently in her mind while she was placed a foot away from the male.
Dove was thankful that it seemed like she wasn't the only nervous one at that moment as he stared back at her with a blush on his cheekbones.
She wouldn't see it through his eye-sockets, but Raven's mind and soul were now a mess because of this fragile-looking, and he had to admit, beautiful girl. She caused such an urge within him. Raven almost couldn't keep his arms down. He just wanted to hold her and never let go.
What was happening to them?
An awkward silence weighted on the young royals; both were unsure as to say to the beautiful stranger in front of them as they tried to find an answer. But the pair had no luck. The feeling only grew while the minutes went on. It was both scary and strangely wonderful that they met a person who evokes this much emotion in them, even at this tender age:
They just felt like a strong connection that wouldn't be easy to sever. The young ones didn't know how they knew that. They just knew that their whole lives would never be the same again. All because of this beautiful stranger.
The girl blushed brightly, liking that thought a little too much without knowing this 'Raven,' and breathed through her nose to calm herself before a small and shy smile danced across her lips as she stepped a little closer to him with her folded hands placed behind her back slightly teasingly. She might be mature, but Dove was still a tease.
"Hello, Raven. I'm sorry about my mother. She loves to brag. But I'm sure you've seen much cuter girls than me." She giggled, her smile still on her face as her hair came around her when she curtsied to him.
Dove always was like this, even as a toddler. Dove was dubbed the 'Dove of Love' for her kindness towards others. But inside and towards herself, she played compliments off with a laugh, giving others a glimpse into another side to the beloved princess—one that worried her family.
She acted so comfortably in her skin, but sometimes, the other royals could see her burning ambers dulled whenever a subject or someone complimented her. Small or big, it didn't matter. They couldn't understand why this was happening. Were they blind to some misguided youth's bullying towards their precious girl? Dove couldn't be this self-conscious at ten.
Their worries faded slightly as the light returned to her eyes, putting them away for another day. However, as they waved her off for her daily adventures, her brother or a warrior would trail her. But, they only found adoring people along her path. Not one harsh word, not even from the few Deaths she came across. Everyone loved her, so the older royals hoped it was a small phrase, something a small girl must face.
As she learned that she was a treasure, the dulling would end. She would become kinder to the one everyone wished that she would show kindness to herself.
Soon, sadly, they came to realize it was more than just a phrase. It began to happen more often. Dove's bright light slowly grew from its lush hue into a dimmed flicker, much to the beautiful princess's family's despair, and soon Dove started to bully herself harshly:
And now, through that light dab, she did it once more. Star bit her lip hard, trying to keep the tears back, as she dipped the young one's head back to her ambers. The mother didn't see when the skeletal boy let out a low growl and moved toward them before she tried to break through into her:
"Don't be ridiculous, my child—"
"Your highness," The growl cut the mother's scolding, stepping so close that Dove could feel his heat as he tenderly turned her head to him, a mischievous smile spread across his teeth.
However, his smile faded into a staggering expression. At that moment, they met their density in the eyes of the other person. When amber met sole blue, their minds went cold, and time came to a complete stop. A new story is born by a mere look:
"I find you quite cute. I think you're the cutest." Raven whispered in awe, letting his arms drop as they stared into one another's eyes, seemingly unable to keep his cool.
Raven wanted to leave his hand on her cheek, but he got lost in the bright shine of her eyes, so lost that he couldn't do anything beyond just stare. She was beautiful. However, Dove couldn't see it.
Raven was flabbergasted. She was blind to her obvious beauty when the others could see her light shining. But Raven hoped, one day, he could make this girl realize she was the cutest thing ever.
He hoped they would become best friends, maybe more in the future. However, for now, the male was okay with being friends. Raven just wanted to be in her life.
As for Dove, she couldn't move a muscle away from the boy—yet alone have the ability to form words. He thinks she's cute,n she cheered in her mind, not knowing why. She knew she wasn't the prettiest, not even adorable. But this beautiful Death was staring at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and the ten-year-old couldn't bring herself to push him away or deny the claim.
For the first time in her life, Dove felt truly, fully beautiful. Just from a soft, truthful whisper. What was this burning in her chest?
"You do, Raven?"
"Yes…"
As the younger royals danced around—a dance of youthful love, awkward and unsure as to what to say next—the eldest being blinked in confused amazement. She had never seen Dove so shy, but so open before. So many confirmed that the beauty was kind. But every being sensed she was closed off—to even her parents.
Dove was close to them, but she only let her brother see some hidden things within her. But she never allowed anyone fully in:
She kept her sides close to the vest with everyone, not her own family, but there the princess was—letting this stranger in slowly. And even though the mother goat was saddened, she wasn't truly one of the lucky ones that were allowed to see her true self. Nevertheless, Star was happy that her little girl was allowing herself to make friends.
She smiled at that thought, sending a thankful prayer to the stars, before Raven's soft growl of a voice woke the queen from her thoughts, bringing her ambers back onto the young couple just when the skeleton nodded to the princess's interrupted project.
"Can I help you with that, and we can talk?" That question earned him a bright smile before the girl grabbed his hand to drag him to the dug-up spot, sending a burning blush to the young male's cheeks.
"Please, Raven? I'd love that."
With that, the couple slowly slipped into the project, forgetting the presence of Star, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed watching the two of them while she sat by the lake; a small smile sat on her snout.
Star couldn't put her finger on it, but as the queen watched them, she could sense an unseen string snaked around them, bounding them together forever. She hadn't felt that power since Moon came to court her.
Nevertheless, she was sure they were meant to meet. They would be better together rather than not.
Star wondered if this was the rumored Soul Bond, slowly worming its way into the young pair's hearts.
"Creation won't be happy with this. You know what that look means, my Star." Moon's voice woke her; his footsteps ceased as he sat next to her. The goat queen breathed a heavy sigh as she closed her eyes, collecting her thoughts before she peeked at her husband:
"I know, but I don't care. The kids need to be together; I think they will change for the better. If he has an issue, I will deal with it, but they need this. Please don't keep Dove away, love." Star begged as she a paw onto his and investigated his icy blues before returning her gaze to the scene a few feet away.
The king watched as a smile passed across her lips before his eyes moved to the laughing pair, realizing what his beautiful Star saw in their budding relationship. How young Raven affected her.
It was too beautiful to end just when it had only begun, only because the king was worried for his precious daughter facing the anger of the king of Death.
Creation was quick to anger when it involved his sons. And right now, his daughter was happily playing with the Death king's prized son, putting her in the middle of the warpath of that hot-headed king. It made the goat monster fear for his daughter. But he couldn't forbid her from seeing Raven; he loved seeing her happy too much:
So, just now, he would watch from the shadows as their friendship grew until Raven could stand against his father with his strength for himself-until the young God could fight for the right to choose his mate.
Because Moon had a feeling that his guiding star already knew what this would lead to in the future.
After all, his wife always had a way of knowing things before anyone could. He smiled against her head as he landed a kiss on her temple, letting his whisper fall into the wind:
"I wouldn't dream of going against you, my lovely star."
As the adults continued their banter, the younger two bantered in their way. It was innocent, but anyone could see there was more the mere teasing. They could see there would be more to their relationship.
And that was how their love story began: naïve children who thought they would be best friends for the rest of their young lives.
The boy vowed to be her guardian angel and always be there for her when she needed him. Raven wanted to be the only one to make her smile so beautifully.
She wanted to be in his arms for the small bird and never leave. Frisk felt that he was going to be someone so special to her. But, the girl never wanted to let him go.
Neither one would have foreseen the legend they just gave birth to, for it was too crazy even to imagine a story like theirs….
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Present—20XX
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Frisk moaned deeply, her whole body felt like lead, and her head spun from the memories and the drugs. She could feel the ropes tightly hugging to her skin, but the young woman couldn't bring herself to care about that right now.
Frisk knew she could have been screaming and thrashing until she could kick this asshole's butt before running back to Sans, but she was too deep into her mind to even think of doing something rather than sitting there with her mouth agape:
Frisk should've known that she would see memories from Dove's time and feel things, so intense her chest hurt. That wasn't the surprising part. However, what was to see them so soon—it stole her breath. They were only three, but they confirmed she had a much more significant part than she ever thought.
She was just an abused teen a few months ago. Now though, she seemed like a whole other person, someone the bullies wouldn't recognize. She was a goddess, someone who they wouldn't even remember—or mess with. If not Frisk, her Raven would be another stubborn block, someone who would never let anyone hurt her again.
And this time won't be any different. Sans would burn all the Underground to find her. He would save her, no matter what he would have to do to get her back:
Frisk smiled a bit at that thought, praying he would get here soon. Rolling her head to soothe the pain, Frisk nodded. She lifted her head, taking the nearly empty room in and scoping it for any exits, as she sent a message throughout her mind.
Chara, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here. Are you okay? The younger brunette winced deeply, the pain finally hit her, but she nodded anyway.
Yeah, but we need to get out of here.
I agreed. And thankfully, the subject of escaping took the place of Chara'sworries about Frisk.
There was no point in worrying Frisk as she would probably get more injuries while the day went on. She didn't know how, but she felt like this was the ultimate battle for this run and wouldn't end well.
Frisk had a feeling she would have to reset the world to save everyone, or the reset would happen on its own when she died. Either way, she would disappear again, and that would cause her loved ones another wave of pain. She bit her lip hard, hating she needed to pain them so much that the ache in her chest was worse than the throbbing of her confined limbs:
"Ah, you're awake, my dear?" The smooth voice woke her up, bringing her head to the shadows, revealing someone standing there. Her heart stopped as her body began to shake once again. The shaking worsened when her sister's voice came through, growling like an angry cat.
Gaster.
Frisk gritted her teeth, biting back a hiss as her eyes followed the movements of the shadow before a yell escaped her mouth. She didn't care about the pain in her throat at that moment. She was too angry to care.
"Let me go! You will pay for this!" Frisk bit out, wiggling against the chair she was tied to, glaring as the smirking skeleton entered the light, his hands behind.
The young female might be terrified and in pain, but her anger dulled the pain. Frisk was ready to attack that smirking, arrogant monster with everything she had in her tiny body, but she would not let her fear show. No, not to give him a bit of satisfaction of seeing her weak. Well, any more vulnerable than she already was, wiggling like a fish out of water.
"My, my, you are feisty, my dear. That is a good trait for a Death queen. Too bad I can't let Sans marry you. You would have made a great queen." Gaster declared sadly as his hand made her face point towards his, his mouth leaking the deadliest breath Frisk had the misfortune to smell. The breath almost broke her into a gagging fit. However, her pride won't let her.
Instead, Frisk just growled her displease, still struggling against the ropes. She wanted to kick him where it mattered, but sadly her legs were tightly tied to the legs of the chair:
"Why do you hate me so much, Gaster? I never did anything to you, and Sans was happy. Why is that so wrong?" She sneered the question, ignoring the burning in her throat, then grunted when Gaster dug his claws into her cheeks, drawing beads of blood.
"I beg to differ, darling. You stole my sons from me. You and your family turned them soft. You must pay for that."
"What are you talking about?" She gritted out, feeling the droplets of blood running down her cheeks. That question earned her another wound as he slapped her, knocking her to the floor with another loud grunt.
Gaster growled deeply, feeling disgusted. So this naïve girl didn't know why he was so angry?
She was why his beloved sons turned their backs on their culture, on him. So why shouldn't he be angry? Why shouldn't he want this annoying, weak human out of the picture? Maybe then, the boys would see how much she manipulated them and join him happily.
He just observed her for a bit, thinking about what his son saw in her. What made her so special?
It was true that she was unbelievably beautiful and could be feisty when it called for it, but she was a humanoid creature. And now?
Frisk is a human—a full-fledged, disgusting human, the very creature he hated. This Dove needed to be erased from the world, and Gaster would be the one to do so.
He had to. What kind of father would he be if he didn't? He was a protective monster, but he knew he needed to be strict with the boys after his wife died. And to do this, the male needed to nip this in the bud. This foolishness had to end.
His boys needed to come home where they belonged.
Gaster frowned deeply, snapping back to reality as Frisk growled her impatience and pain, cutting her eyes towards the evil king. He hid the disgusted feeling rushing through his non-existent veins behind a chuckle, not wanting to give this mere, lowly human any reaction.
Then, Gaster grasped the girl by her hair and pulled her up to meet her eyes with a smug smirk placed on his face:
"I have a plan for you, my dear. I know someone who will want you. I can recreate a Soul Bond and make you forget about your precious Sans. You would love only him, my dear, and you won't know any better. Sans will know you're safe. Everyone will be happy."
Frisk gasped, her strength slowly disappearing from her body as the words ran through her mind. Was there that kind of magic out in the world? The thought filled her with fear.
Sure, Frisk didn't know much about Soul Bonding, but she knew it was the most sacred and oldest tradition in the monsters' world. It is the strongest feeling—even more so than mere true love in the human world—a being could ever feel. And now, that might be twisted and muddled by some silly magic?
It made her almost sick to her stomach. The nauseous feeling twisted around her insides like a hot iron was being held against her skin. She tried not to show her pain—to be her strong self.
But as she glared into Gaster's black holes of eyes, the tears were slowly pooling in the corners of her eyes. The weak girl she was before she jumped into the monsters' world was swimming back to the surface.
And right now, she needed the new robust and fiery self she became:
"Why must you ruin your son's happiness? You love him, don't you? I don't understand." Frisk whispered to hide her growing fear. She would not let him see her breakdown, which would give him all the power:
The skeleton growled, hitting the brunette against the wall, leaning so close that the girl feared he might hit her.
"Because you don't belong with him. You never did, Frisk. We are Death, and you are Life. We don't mix; you must know that, you foolish girl. You are foolish to think that you two would last. The Soul Bond is just a foolish passing fancy other monsters see as 'true love—"
"If it is just passing fancy, why has it lasted this long? Through the years, I always fell in love with him, and he with me. It's more than a phrase." Frisk growled deeply through her teeth as the pain passed through her body, cutting him off as she narrowed her eyes at him.
Gaster winced at that, knowing she had a point. He didn't even know why his son was keen on marrying only the young human. The skeleton king once thought he wanted her for her beauty and power, to make a perfect heir. However, now Gaster wasn't quite sure what he wanted from Frisk:
Gaster grew fearful as his son's desires turned from ruling the monsters' world with an iron fist to giving everything to this feisty young woman.
He sighed at the thought, shaking his head to free himself, and dropped the young woman to the floor, and then he moved to escort the foolish young woman to her temporary room.
"I hope you enjoy your room, beautiful Frisk, because you'll be spending a little time with the enemy, either or not you want to. You'll be his, soon." He was back to his cocky self, grinning over his shoulder as Gaster closed the door behind him.
"I'll never be anyone's but Sans'! You can do all the magic you want, but it will not be accurate." She growled harshly, throwing the untied ropes at his head, missing it, and hitting the door.
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After a few more days of trying to lock the crazy skeleton out of it, Frisk hugged herself to the wall of her 'room,' praying that her family wasn't freaking out too much. Especially Sans.
But Frisk knew it was useless. First, the beauty figured he would be in a fiery rage, and it would be impossible to stop him. You do not ever mess with a monster's mate if you want to live.
She smiled at the thought as her hands rubbed the fresh wounds he gladly gave her, which weren't too horrible in pain, but would land her in the hospital once again.
Even if it was the only second time in months, the brunette hated having to go to any hospital, though Underground's health care buildings seemed different from the human world's. She didn't think they were as bad, but she didn't know she was going to have to stay longer in one:
The beautiful brunette rolled her eyes at the thought, not so happy that she had to learn how different they were. Or, she thought with a wince, maybe she wouldn't have to go. After all, this might be the day Frisk would have to choose whether to disappear or reset everything.
But then, realizing how weak that sounded, she scolded herself about thinking that and let out a sigh as she moved to the edge of the hard bed. She needed to stay positive and strong. Frisk knew Gaster wanted her to become weak for his sick experiments to work.
At least Frisk fought with her everything like she promised her friends a week ago, landing a few injuries on Gaster while he started his plans. This week was hell, but the brunette didn't break down. Instead, she always gave the mad scientist a cheeky smile whenever he hurt her.
The scientist's plan to make the princess love another had the laughter come bubbling up from her chest again, finding it ridiculous.
Frisk was born for Sans and always will be. And Gaster had to know that it was going not to be easy to make her implied to his wishes. No matter what kind of spell he used on her, the young woman would always love Sans. And he would love her. Frisk would never bend to the evil skeleton. Not when her love was counting on her to stay strong.
This Dove has a purpose. Frisk would do everything in her power to fulfill her promise to show her loved ones the beautiful stars.
She sighed as she hugged her knees to her chest once more, looking up to the ceiling, and let her mind wander to her friends:
"Please be safe." She whispered to no one as a silent prayer for her family.