Just a Little While Longer (SoLYGBM timeline)

Chapter 41: A Goodnight Kiss

(inspired by Staringback)
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Jumping through hoops for these crazy old kooks was such a demeaning task Frisk was starting to despise more than she ever thought she could hate something. Her cheeks were sore from being pinched and pulled, by now she probably didn't even need that caked on makeup Mettaton had plastered onto her face to make her cheeks look more pink. She was even feeling a migraine coming on with how hard her pigtails were pulled back with those tacky red ribbons. It was like a bizarre nightmare, stuck in a child-like position she was forced to play as for two demented goats preying on her cutesy exterior. Frisk fidgeted in the cushioned chair so much bigger than her. That definitely didn't help her feel any more of adult then she had been stripped of already. She glanced at Toriel who was blabbering on about "the improvements her child had been gifted".

"Gifted" my tiny ass, crazy lady.

It was getting more and more difficult for Frisk not to scowl when she had a pair of crazed eyes on her at all times. If Toriel was finally looking away, Asgore would be just as attentive as his wife when he was looking away. All Frisk could do was smile sweetly and nod or pout and shake her head to go along with the conversation. Being quiet too long meant Asgore would get suspicious and she couldn't risk that.

When Sans had been forcing her to walk on eggshells to have a civil conversation at least she didn't have to worry too much about looking blatantly uncomfortable. At least she was in her own clothes and in some manner still a dignified adult. Now she was being pulled around like a puppet to the Dreemurs will. She wouldn't be surprised if that dumb "Doll" nickname Sans gave her started showing up now. It wasn't like she felt any less than one. One being heavily mistreated that is.

"What do you think my child?"

Frisk was struck out of her thoughts into a very quickly turned bad situation. She hadn't been listening whatsoever. It could be very dangerous if she answered wrong here, but she had no way of knowing what was the right answer to what question. She took a quick glance at Asgore who was staring at her just as intensely as the other intimidating goat at the dinner table. He was smiling softly but with a very clear steely look. Dammit he wasn't giving her any clues. Looking back to Toriel, her brown eyes wide with a crazy smile Frisk took a chance and let herself smile as well nodding quickly.

"Wonderful! Being cooped up in your room all day is no way for a young girl to live!"

What? Was Toriel letting her out?!

"We will visit Doctor Alphys tomorrow after a good nights rest. A good tour of her lab might be fun! Just the two of us!"

Frisk's excitement immediately dropped back into a disheartening slump. Fantastic. Just fantastic. A trip to that lying drugging stuttering-

Taking a short mental breather Frisk internally sighed in exasperation. It was still yet to be seen whether or not Alphys was just begrudgingly following orders or a legitimate maniac. Undyne had some of her own reluctancy to how she was acting towards her, so maybe some people under the Dreemur order were just being threatened or forced into the jobs. It wouldn't have surprised Frisk if they were. Mob bosses have enough power to be very pushy and not be denied all their life. It would be no wonder if they had guilty followers. Not every mobster is a cold-hearted murderer. It's just unfortunate that a lot of them are that way.

...wow... a week ago, that thought would've been laughable... but Tops had been so closely involved with Sans. He wasn't apart of the mob, and he was an absolute sweetie pie. Hah, pie. She begrudgingly glanced down at the butterscotch cinnamon slice before her, barely touched.