Wonderful Escape (UndertaleAU)

Chapter 1: The Trickster

I glanced around the bar as I walked through the doors, pulling my comfy jacket tighter around me. The lights were dimmed down with multi colors around the corners of the room. Rich, mahogany wood made up the bar, stools, and tabletops. The smell of rich smoke and alcohol drifted through the air.

A few heads turned my way with ready snarls and menacing glares. Most decided a small girl like me wasn't much of a threat.

I brushed my short brown hair out of my eyes and walked towards a back table with my head held high. Small and mighty, if you will.

I cracked a small smile with that idiotic thought. Yeah right...

The monster I came here to meet glanced up at me with a scrutinizing once-over as I slid into the booth across from him. A sly, fanged grin split across his skull even as he continued to size me up.

I reached into my romper's pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.

"Take it or leave it," I said as I looked him dead in the eyes. Below the table, I struggled to stop my knee from bouncing. Did I really just decide to be snappy with The Trickster?! The trained hitman that takes out even the biggest mobsters?

Yes, yes I did.

He seemed to understand what I wanted and reached out to count the money. "I'm gonna need more details, doll."

I pursed my lips at the sudden nickname. "I know you've worked with way less than this. I'm willing to pay more. We can get to the details later... In a more secure location." I gestured to the company we had. I took a risk coming in here with only a mask to hide my face. (Anyone could put two and two together) Now, I'm hiring a hitman for big bucks. This is gonna work out great. Great idea. No shut it. This needs to happen. This has to happen. I need a way out of this part of my life.

I internally withered under his hard, pure black gaze. The whites in his eye sockets were snuffed out for a second. He quickly regained his disposition as he tilted his head. "That's not really how I work-"

"I'll add another one-thousand," I stated.

That shut his stupid teeth up. He licked his fangs as he looked at the money on the table. This would make twenty-five hundred dollars. No one could possibly give up that kind of money.

"Three-thousand and you've got a deal." He said, glancing around the room. "I'm risking my tail here, Ya know."

She nodded and offered her hand to him. She knew that this business was risky for the hunters too. She was sticking her neck out along with him.

They shook hands firmly. The skeleton held her for a moment too long and leaned in to hiss in her ear, "Doublecross me and you'll be dead where you stand."

He pulled back with a dark chuckle, flashing her a lazy grin.

I shuddered under the icy chill that raced up my back. "Let's get this over with, shall we, skeleton?"

...

(so like a huge plot hole with the apartment thing but I'm a bit to lazy to fix it lol)

"So," The skeleton started when I had gotten us into my small apartment. I admit, this probably would come to bite me later. He is a trained killer after all... For now, though, it will have to do. At least I know for sure I'm safe instead of bringing us back to the target. That could get awkward.

I sat down on the couch, gesturing for him to do the same. "Alexander claw. 246 in the hills."

"The man himself, huh? Of course, he lives in the most guarded place in the city." Trickster huffed.

I went to my bookshelf and grabbed a fashion magazine and tossed it to him, then returned to my seat.

"Didn't know I looked that rugged." He quipped with a grin.

I pursed my lips. "Very funny. Page 32."

He flipped through it and pulled out a blueprint of Alex's mansion.

He looked over it with calculating eyes, grinning. "You know how to hook a man up, doll."

I wish he'd stop calling me that. "On the back, I clipped on the guard's numbers, shifts, breaks, and usually routes." I crossed my legs nervously. "I'm not paying you for a sloppy job. I want him killed slowly. Have all the fun you want."

He looked up at me with a curious glint in his eyes. "Usually people want my work to be quick and clean..."

Should I tell him? I guess it wouldn't do much harm. He's getting the job done either way. "Let's just say the recent accusations towards Mr.Claw's situation with his family weren't just rumors." I tried to keep the snarl from creeping into my tone.

Around a week ago I had been asked about the steadiness at home with the growing business. Out of desperation, I had hinted to the interview about the beatings I had taken from Alex. Apparently, I hadn't been as subtle as I wanted and it sprouted into this huge tangled mess of gossip. I'm still healing the backslash I got from him.

He cocked a wicked grin "I'll have fun with this one."

He got up with the blueprints tucked in his jacket and headed for the door.

I bit my lip, watching him leave. I finally couldn't hold back the words swelling my chest. "Thank you."

He glanced back at me with a tiny smile. "Just doing my job, Frisky."

With that, he disappeared in a wisp of blue smoke, leaving me with my mouth open with questions.