OLD: Wow guys, over 1,000 views already. I know its just about twenty of you (with half of that faving and following this), but it still feels great to just have less than 15 people with me through this story. I understand other fanfics have like 125 reviews and 85 favs and followers, but hey, you guys can help me build that number right? Maybe not… Anyways, thanks for this progress and remember to review, fav, and follow!
Oh my god you cannot Believe how aggravated, BEYOND AGGRAVATED I was to see so many mistakes in Chapter 5. It was literally "Ayy lmao I want to die." I'm sorry guys. One of the mistakes did have racial slur, but I fixed it. You still believe in me right? I'm sorry. I was tired, depressed, and rushed. Enjoy Chapter 6.
Plus it's summer so I don't have to worry about any things for the rest of the season. So expect quicker uploads too!
New: Hello everyone. I am glad to say that I am returning and I will keep writing chapters at least for the time being. I still am very happy with the progress and rehabilitation I have seen and accomplished. I am so very sorry that I have been slacking off for almost a year. I do wish to see the smiles on your faces once you read this. As always, thanks for reading, and have a good year.
6. Now Boarding
After Sans and Toriel ran over to the rest of their friends, all giddy and tired, they tried to calm down a bit before sitting back down to wait. Toriel stayed at the "HELP" desk to manage everything. Sans sighed and slumped down next to Asgore, sitting down with his arm hanging over the back of the bench, staring at all of the technological advances society has made since he last came to the surface. How long was it? A few decades? Oh well. "Wow," he whispered.
Sans smugly turned to him, "i know, huh? pretty cool if you ask me." He slumped a bit lower.
Asgore's smile turned into an annoyed and irked expression. "Yes. Yes, it is." He smiled again, deciding not to waste his time on such "filth".
Asgore turned to see Alphys and Undyne running back to the bench. Sans looked surprised, too.
"OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THE FOOD COURT THEY HAD NOODLES E-E-EVERYWHERE!"
"YOU PUNKS NEED TO CHECK IT OUT RIGHT NOW!"
"T-THERE'S HOTDOGS TOO!
Sans smiled immediately. "hotdogs?"
"YEAH!"
He looked back to Asgore. "see ya, chump!" Sans ran with Alphys and Undyne to the court.
"WAIT, DID YOU JUST CALL ME 'CHUMP'?" Right as Asgore was about to stand up and run after Sans, Papyrus came out of nowhere.
"HELLO, ASGORE!" Papyrus looked around in awe with his arms outstretched, "CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS PLACE? ITS SO COOL!"
Asgore stopped in his tracks and calmed down to sit peacefully once more, "It sure is, Papyrus." He couldn't get this place out of his head. Through these tough times, Asgore finally – in some mannerism or another – found peace. What a rare occasion. Asgore. Actually happy. After a while of indulging to this fact, he looked around, realizing something not so surprising.
He was alone.
Undyne, Alphys, and – Asgore shivered – Sans, were at the food court. Undyne was terrorizing innocent civilians, furiously asking them if this was to good to be true. Thanks to her, humans like Asgore and co. a bit less. Maybe increasing their animosity between each other, question mark? Needless to say, nobody would stop her. Alphys and Sans had looks of shock, surprise, and the face of someone who was in a sugar rush, while they were binge eating noodles, hotdogs, and spaghetti. "What in the world are they talking about?" The conversation he heard became more distinct.
"hey Alphys what if we mash ketchup and noodles together?!" Sans' smile was brighter than ever. "Oh m-m-my g-god Sans!"
"wouldn't it be a great idea?!" Alphys beamed, "DAMN STRAIGHT!" Both monsters – high on junk food - "accidentally" spilled each of their beloved savory delights into one paper plate. 'Ugh, how uncivilized,' Asgore thought. But he spoke too soon. That mess of food on that plate looked like…
"omg, Alphys, this is spaghetti."
Alphys looked down to the abomination, "…"
Sans looked up to Alphys with a blank face, "..."
Alphys rose her head to look at Sans,"..." She chuckled, and giggled. Then she just burst out, but not too loud.
Sans smirked and snickered, "i'm gonna show this to paps immediately."
Asgore almost beamed a smile of hilarity and amusement. As soon as he realized what he had done, he stopped.
Sooner or later, Asgore would become quite bored with himself.
He waited, and waited.
Asgore checked the time on his gold and bronze watch. A gift from Sans.
6:45 P.M.
He checked out the glass front of the building.
Deep Twilight.
He stood up.
He saw Toriel with Frisk.
He looked harder.
Asgore started blushing lightly.
He cleared his throat and walked over towards Toriel and Frisk. Frisk felt Asgore's presence and tugged at Toriel's new Floral print Cheongsam. It was longer than the average one.
Toriel knew what the tug meant and turned to her 5 o' clock.
Asgore sounded hesitant," Toriel, I underst-"
Toriel almost snapped, yet she calmly replied. "Now is not the time, Asgore. Right now, we have a 'plane' to catch."
Asgore had a look of surprise for some reason. Frisk sensed breaking tension and decided to go subtle, "( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )"
Toriel was a bit horrified, "Not now, Frisk..."
Asgore stuttered, "I-I guess I should go...get the others." He felt shame in thinking going up to Toriel would work. He went back to the chair he was sitting in and grabbed his suitcase, started to roll it, and went to get Sans, Undyne, Papyrus, and Alphys
He went to Alphys first and carried the Starch-Hyper lizard in between the side of his body and his left arm. Alphys blushed, but she couldn't feel it with all the mixed emotions and thoughts from being in a mental high. Asgore groaned and seemed to start getting tired.
How?
He walked over to Papyrus, and knowing that he would do anything, he allowed Asgore to stuff him inside his suitcase momentarily. Asgore moaned and heaved the suitcase.
"Ok, two left"
Asgore tapped the small of Undyne's back and she happily started following Asgore. They got to Sans, who was in a deep sleep under a table covered in ketchup. Asgore's face contorted in disgust. Alphys giggled menacingly, but they all knew she wouldn't and didn't do anything then and there.
Asgore tapped Sans' nearly-dead body with his foot. He twitched. Then he snorted and turned around, facing the other direction.
Asgore thought of something, "Oh well, we tried, time to go on the 'plane'"
Undyne shoved him, "No, Asgore, we have to get him!"
"Fine, if that's what you wish"
Undyne carried Sans over her shoulders and started to proceed to the hallway leading to the first-class plane with Asgore. They all saw Toriel and Frisk, so they thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and walk quicker. Alphys was slipping out of Asgore's arms, so he just put her on his shoulders.
They all took their suitcases and walked inside the plane.
Asgore, thinking the classiness was too beautiful, almost dropped everything he was holding. He stood there and stared at the interior. Eventually, a stewardess asked him to walk towards his cabin.
'Cabin?' He thought. 'There are CABINS, here?'
Asgore proceeded down to the back of the plane with the others and unfolded a tarp that covered a second room. It was a reception room. A large table stood in the middle with about 11 seats. He walked around it towards the next room.
Asgore pushed another tarp aside and saw some place with two different rooms on each side. The left had changing rooms. The right had some kinds of restrooms.
They all then proceeded to the far back and made it to their living quarters.
Toriel stood in awe, "Wow, this is quite fancy." She giggled and smiled as she walked to a bed with a card that had her name printed on it. She slowly sat down on the bed and became more adjusted to the softness. She sighed in conent.
Asgore unpacked Papyrus first. As soon as he came out, he started dusting himself. Papyrus spoke quieter than usual.
"Hey, Asgore, your suitcase is QUITE the sight to see."
Asgore's eyes widened and he started turning frantically to look at everyone quickly.
The only one who heard Papyrus was Asgore, and that's it.
Asgore sighed in relief.
A voice screeched then became more human-like on the intercom, "Ok, everybody, would you please come to the front and take your seats, we are now preparing for take-off,"
Asgore and Co. all nodded towards each other, except Sans, who was fast asleep. Undyne grunted and carried him to the front room.
Asgore walked towards said room next to Alphys, and Frisk did the same, but with Toriel. Alphys playfully shoved Asgore and made him look down to her. She gave him a smile of reassurance and Asgore grinned back.
They all took their seats. Undyne was next to Sans.
Alphys next to Asgore.
Toriel next to Frisk.
Papyrus was at the front, thinking about the wonderful adventure up ahead.
The stewards and stewardesses poured them all a cup of white wine, but Frisk got some apple cider. How cliché
Frisk shivered with excitement, "Mom, are we going to have fun on this trip?"
Toriel grinned as well, "Of course, my child. Of course we will."
They will not.
As always, thank you for understanding that you had to wait this long. I hope you liked this improved chapter. See you later.