Kit - Fun fact, Kas adores Muffet's asethetics and looks, but put her in the fight and she screams in rage. Personally, it's Undyne the Undying that pisses me off. Ugh...the memories...
Chapter Nineteen
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"Frisk?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you...afraid of spiders?" Frisk was hiding behind Toriel, clutching tightly at her robe and shuffling along behind her.
"...No."
The trio were passing along past a Spider Bakesale, Sans waving off the spiders that tried to 'offer' them goods. Because, wow, no. The prices were ridiculous. Besides, the less spiders around Frisk, the better, probably. "Good, because they're not all that much to be scared over. The worst I can say about them is that they're a bit sticky when it comes to relationships."
A pause, and Frisk was looking at the webs, where there wasn't anything to buy. "Where's the stuff?" At that, there was a mix between a spider and a girl speaking up from behind the table, sounding cheery.
"You can buy stuff here, sweetie! We sell wonderful things, including our famous Spider Donuts! Made for spiders, by spiders, with spiders!" Sans only rolled his eyes, and, ugh, Muffet. Ugh. Why was there so much socializing on epic life or death adventures/journeys.
Frisk squeaked, moving to hide behind Toriel even more and wait... Spider Bake Sale... She curiously peeked out at Muffet, looking absolutely tiny. "Like the stuff in the Ruins?"
"Exactly!" Muffet smiled down at her, looking curious. "Did you happen to buy something from them?" Frisk gave a tiny nod, and pointed to the donut. "Oh, that's lovely! I suppose you can't be the human in the striped shirt who hates spiders that we heard about. Carry on, and have a nice day! You're always welcome in the parlor for tea." Instead of carrying on like she suggested, Frisk only continued to stare at Muffet.
Sans decided that 'carrying on' was probably better than causing an accidental all-out spider war, and, besides, scooping Frisk up and carrying her was fun. "Alright, so if we're this far into Hotland, then-"
"Where'd you get your dress?" Muffet looked startled for a moment before she was smiling brightly and answering.
"I made it myself! With the finest spider silks, you know, there really is nothing like fashion that was made with spider silks! The finest, truly." ...They were going to be here forever, now, Sans could see it.
Frisk had wriggled down from his hold rather easily, walking back over to the table. "I thought that stuff was only white."
"Oh, no, no, if you know what you're doing, you can make every color seen by monsters! And it's not technically a dress, but a vest and pantaloons. Much more comfortable, and very versatile."
"What are pantaloons?" At this point, Frisk was standing on the tips of her toes, looking over the table and up at Muffet.
"They're what I'm wearing. The elegantly fluffed pants." Muffet moved slightly to gesture to her outfit, looking proud. "Now that I think about it, you would look just darling in an outfit like this..."
"That wouldn't fit me," Frisk pointed out, looking up at Muffet as though she were being silly.
"It would if we made you your own."
"But why?"
"Because you're so adorable!"
Sans looked to Toriel pathetically, expression near begging to end this before it could begin. "Ah, Miss Muffet, I'm afraid that we don't have the time for that. And judging by your crusade, we simply could not ask that of you. Though if you like, we can try to bring Frisk around, when we have the time."
"Oh, that would be simply divine! I'll be sure to prepare the tea when such a wonderous occasion arrives!" Muffet gave them a beaming smile, Sans scooping Frisk up once more and holding her close. Thank whatever mystical being was out there for the perfection that was Toriel.
"We'll try to call ahead. Have a lovely day, Miss Muffet, and good luck with your bake sale!" Toriel wrapped an arm around Sans, pulling him closer as they walked.
"You are a gift, Tori. A wonderful one."
"And here I was thinking the same about you."
"...Aw..."
"Do I have to shut my eyes, again?"
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"I don't trust this..." Sans quietly muttered. It was too silent for such a high population place, and it was slightly starting to worry him. A lot.
"Not just you, dear..." Frisk was walking ahead of them a bit, squinting as a sudden spotlight appeared on her, and music began.
"Oh yeah, by the way, he's been on a Broadway kick." At Alphys' comment, who had called again, Sans gave a groan of despair. This was horrible.
"Let's just ditch him. Is it too late to ditch him before this nightmare begins?"
"Oh my love." The music began, a spotlight at the top of a set of stairs showing Mettaton to be in a dress.
"Too late." Sans looked pained as the play went on, Frisk being cast as 'the human love interest'. The skeleton probably would have been more upset if Frisk didn't look so bouncy and cheery and adorable. And, alright, he was doomed, so he was perfectly within his right to take pictures of the girl. And...Frisk was falling into the floor. Didn't see that one coming.
"What..." Down below, Frisk landed onto a cliff with a little painless thump, blinking at the tile that lit up in front of her in greyed out colors. Hadn't she...seen something like this before?
"Hello, darling! Nice to see you drop in!" Frisk didn't giggle at the joke. "Hmph, rude. Now, I would explain what all these tiles do, but since you've faced them before, I'm sure you remember!" With that, the tile was lighting up with multitudes of different colors. "Also, you have 30 seconds to get across before the flame burns you!"
Frisk leapt to her feet, and began scrambling across the tiles, giving a whimper as she felt a zap go through her leg. The girl immediately crumpled, holding her leg tightly and that really hurt and where were Mommy and Daddy. Suddenly, blue energy was wrapping around her and picking her up, keeping her off the tiles.
A bright, blinding flash of white light and the puzzle had crumbled to nothing, Frisk being floated over to the other side of the divide where Sans and Toriel already were. "Oh, look at that. It seems your puzzle broke, Mettaton. How shocking."
"Hm, indeed... Maybe I've been choosing the wrong victim- I mean...volunteer. People would love to know more about you, Sans, and your brother would be so impressed."
"Hm...nah," Sans waved off, giving an uncaring yawn as he floated Frisk to Toriel's arms. "Too time consuming."
"Mm, alright. I know where to find you, when you change your mind." With that, Mettaton was flying off, leaving Frisk to curl up to Toriel, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck. Sans only resisted the urge to make a rude gesture towards the robot, rolling his eyes as he stretched a bit.
"Well, that was eventful. Remind me to turn him into scrap metal, sometime."
"Mhm, I know, dear."
"Annoying robot."
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"Are we staying here?"
"For tonight, at least," Sans answered, giving a yawn. "Rest is good, and all that." They had gotten a room in the MTT Resort with two beds, Sans already collapsed in the middle of one and looking utterly exhausted. And not moving. At all. Frisk ran to the other one, trying to climb up onto it, and scrambling to grip at the sheets. There was a bit of struggling before she was suddenly flopping onto the bed from above it, Sans' just barely opening his eyes to make sure she had landed before his arm flopped back over and exhaustion.
"...What happened?"
Toriel waved off her confusion with a smile. "It's nothing, my child. Before we sleep, I think that we need to eat. I think I saw a small restaurant downstairs. Now that we have put our stuff down, why don't we go eat?"
"Do we have to," Sans whined, sounding about as mature as Frisk's age. And oh, look at that. Rolling over to try and 'escape' ended up with him in the floor not moving. That was fine, though. This was fine. Perfectly fine.
"Come on, Sans." Toriel picked him up by the back of his jacket, and nudged him along, glancing back to Frisk. "Once you two eat, you can go to sleep." Frisk leapt up and followed after them, a hand clinging to Toriel's robe. Sans went along rather compliantly, only giving another large yawn as protest. Food did sound nice, after all.
Once they were sat down in the restaurant, Toriel gave the two a smile. "See? This is nice, is it not?" Frisk was eating her food quietly and looked to be somewhat dazed, Sans looking a second away from passing out and having his head hit his food. With a roll of her eyes, Toriel shook her head before pulling him into a sweet, lingering kiss. Once she parted, she gave a nod and went back to her own food.
Sans was now very much awake, blushing brightly and absently pulling his hood over his face, looking startled and, yes, okay. That was a thing that had happened. He quietly looked to Frisk, nudging her chair. "That just happened, right? I didn't lose it and started hallucinating?" Frisk looked to Sans, then glanced up at Toriel, giving a slow nod. She expected that, but not at that moment. "...I am coming to terms with the fact that my life will never be normal again."
It was with an almost absent gesture that he was grabbing a napkin and wiping a bit of food away that had caught on Frisk's face, nodding in satisfaction and ruffling her hair. Frisk gave him a smile, scooting her chair a bit closer - as best she could. "...What is this?"
"...I don't know, to be honest..." Sans mused, poking at his own plate before taking a bite, giving a slow nod as he seemed to mentally debate something. "Perfectly safe for humans, though." Best not tell her there were snails in this.
Poking at her food, the girl looked up to him curiously. "How come you know so much?"
"Well, I did use to be a scientist," Sans pointed out, looking a bit more awake as he talked to Frisk. "Sorta our thing to know stuff, and all."
"Were you a good scientist?" There was a bit of pause, Sans looking like he was thinking as he absently tapped his plate with a fork, the dull sound near muted by how controlled it was.
"...I...was an obedient one, I guess you could say..." Seven souls...seven containers. "I was a good scientist, but I don't think I was ever a good one, if that makes sense."
"What's obedient?" She heard that word sometimes, at home, when people were talking about training dogs. But Sans wasn't a dog. And he didn't even like dogs.
"Basically? It means to follow orders." A tinge of a bitter smile. "And that was something I guess I was good at. I guess you could say I ruled at following rules." Frisk gave a quiet snicker, kicking at his leg as best she could - and not being entirely sneaky about it.
"Frisk, no rough housing at the table."
The girl pouted, and sat back in her chair. "Fine." Sans snickered himself, tugging her chair closer and leaning against her a bit.
"I guess you could say she doesn't really chair."
"Sans, honestly. I wish you were properly attired."
"I know, I guess being down here is making me a bit restless."
"Yeah, yeah, and he's not sleepy." Sans changed his snort into a quiet snicker, ruffling at Frisk's hair again.
"We'll make a punster out of you yet, kiddo."
A little later, Toriel was carrying Frisk on her back, walking back to the room with Sans in tow. Without looking at him, she gave a small smile. "You know, I never saw you as a father figure."
"That makes two of us. And that was a random comment. Very random. Cause I have no idea what you mean. At all." Leave him some shred of denial, honestly. "I'm more like the fun uncle no one wants to talk to."
"I've heard what she calls you."
"A skeleton can at least try," Sans mock huffed, looking a bit embarrassed. "You both are cruel and ruthless, I hope you know. Very cruel."
"It's hardly our fault you're so kind and adorable." Toriel pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and nuzzled against it for a moment. Sans was a tiny bit upset to note that Toriel was very good at getting him to blush. Horribly so.
"Yeah, well, I can't say the same about not seeing you as a mother figure." A small smile. "You're very good with her."
"I...have a bit of experience."
"I know." Sans leaned against her a small amount, shooting her a soft smile. "I'm impressed at how brightly you can still smile." Because losing someone...losing family...to the point where almost no one rememberd them. It hurt...
"You know, you're not so bad, for a skeleton." Toriel bumped her hip against him, giving a quiet laugh.
"Ha ha. Yes, mock the skeleton. I'll have you know that skeletons are...wait no I had a pun and I forgot it..." Sans looked honestly confused at his lack of pun before he recovered and gave Toriel a sweet grin. "I blame the fact that your beauty blinded me for a moment, there."
"Just kiss, already."
"You, young lady, are supposed to be asleep," Sans huffed, and oh, look at that. It was both of them that could make him blush.
"Your face is a young lady."
"That's enough, you two." Toriel adjusted Frisk, a dull blush on her own face as they got to the room. "Sans? Would you mind? My arms are a little full." Sans easily opened the door for her, closing it behind them once they were in and returning to what they had been doing before they left. Which involved collapsing on the bed and not moving after curling up into a tiny ball near the edge. Toriel set Frisk down on the other bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. When the girl rolled over, Toriel looked to the other bed before pausing. "Ah...Sans?"
"See, this is why I said to spring for the room for the couch," Sans tiredly yawned, a dull flop showing he had hit the floor again. "...This is fine." Fluffy carpet. Toriel rolled her eyes, settling herself down on the other bed before picking Sans up and setting him down next to her. With a nod, she wrapped an arm around his waist, curling around him. Sans, it seemed, had fallen asleep sometime between hitting the floor and being picked up, and only easily cuddled up to Toriel before settling back down.
It was a long ten minutes - the two adults both very much asleep - before Frisk was rolling over and taking a picture with her phone. A wicked grin and she was sending it to everyone she could. Alphys, she was sure, would see that it spread as far as possible. And Alphys was only too happy to do so.
Settling back down she gave a quiet little sigh, and, yes... They were so close to getting her home, from what Sans had said, and the thought of being so close...
If filled her with DETERMINATION.
Kit - Frisk is the ultimate Soriel shipper.
