Mission Tale Remake: The Criminals of Dusk

Frisk: Missing The Sweet Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie .

Now you might be wondering: Frisk?! Is everything okay?! How hurt are you?!

Well, there's great news, and not so good news. .

For the not so good, the flowers on my arms grew down to my wrists, so they look more noticeable than before. Toriel saw it, but all she did was look at me with concerned eyes as she cleaned my wounds to prevent them from getting any nasty infections. The guys didn't help with this situation at all, as they bruised my legs, hips and face. 

But! For the good news, I kinda did something that was a great accident as I left out. I forgot to mention that while we were in the office as of a few hours ago, Asriel showed me to beautiful thing of the small wired microphones that are used for investigations.

"With these, you can keep track of any conversation that you have! Just be careful, you don't want them to see the cord, so be sure to wear something to cover your neck and chest area at best."

I may not have been in school for a while, but I learned that you have to think outside the box for when you are now a current D.O.G agent. I kept the microphone on me, well, at least when I leave the station. I knew that I was WAY overdue for the money I had to give to those dumbos, so recording their voices and what they say to each other if they were to come around me again would make this investigation so much easier, since we suspect that those bastards gave me the damn virus to begin with. . . 

"Sorry if I scared you, Ms.Dreemur. . I didn't mean to interrupt your day."

"It's not your fault, Frisk dear. I'm just glad I came at the right time." Toriel kneels down to my face as she cupped her hand on my cheek. "It's been a while since I saw you, you've grown up to such a pretty young woman."

I smiled, as Toriel brought me into a tight hug. What I like about Toriel, is that no matter how bad or horrible you are, she would try to find something positive about a person, and the good qualities of them. Despite me running around, fighting thugs, drinking, or not doing anything productive. Toriel would always talk about the good things about me (Even though it wasn't much); My intellegence, agility skills, my beauty, she could spend hours on complimenting someone and making someone feel good about themselves even during the worst of times.

Well, she has her limits though, and the only person who was to cross them was two people: Asgore, and the suspects of this case. I might be wrong though, she might hate many other people that I don't know of, but as far as I and Asriel knows , she is a very kind-hearted woman. 

"T-thank you. ." I took a deep breath, relaxing into Toriel's arms as I smelled her sweet lavender perfume before she pulls away.

"Anytime, my dear. Here, let me take you to the bathroom to get you cleaned. Is that okay?" She asks, I reply nodding before she helps me up, slowly walking at the same pace as me as she took me into the bathroom. She let me sit on the toilet as she then fixed the bathtub for me.

Another thing I didn't mention about Toriel; is that she is super, super, extra. She would wear the most shiniest jewelry, wear the most expensive clothes as well as wearing the most finest fragrances. She never mind giving her money off the charities either, she never hesitated to donate her money at grocery stores to help other that are in need. 

As of right now, Toriel is adding a whole bunch of soothing salts and roses as she added bubbles from a glass bottle of pink. 

"Miss Toriel, you don't have to-"

"I know. But, you deserve it, afterall. Consider it my treat." She looks back, smiling at me as she started to run the bathwater. "Also. . . I would like to apologize, about the last time we've seen each other. ."

"Oh, don't worry, Miss Toriel! I forgive you, completely, and I need to apologize too. I'm sorry for cutting you off like that."

"It was understandable, dear. I'm just glad you're still here." She goes over back to me, pulling me into an embrace despite how bloody I was at the moment. "If you feel like it, can you explain why those men were after you?"

"Owed them money that I didn't have. . . but don't worry, I got it handled now."

". . . I believe you, but be careful, Frisk. You don't know what tricks they have up their sleeves as they can do much worst to you." Toriel warned, rubbing my back soothingly as she sighed.  

"I know. I'll be careful, I promise. . . also, I have a question. . ." 

"Of course, dear. What is it?"

"How come I never saw Chara as a kid as much as I saw Asriel?"

"Chara always wanted to stay with Asgore. For some reason, he never liked staying at your father's house no longer than even a minute. He never told us why, but you can feel free to ask him." She explained, before going back over to the hot bathwater to check if the salts have melted as she hummed. 

"The water's ready, dear. I'll give you some space while you wash up, I'll be in the other room if you need anything. Also, I have some clothes for you, it's in my room down on the far left." She smiles as she pats my head before going towards the door.

"Thank you, Miss Toriel. . . I really appreciate it."

"Of course, dear. I love you." She kisses my forehead, giving a warm grin before she then makes her way out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked behind her as I started to take off my blood-stained clothes before placing them into the clothes bin. I then went walked over towards the bath tub and slowly got into it. The smell of the salts, the roses and the bubbles instantly relaxed my anxious mind as I lathered a loofah with a soft smelling soap as I washed myself. . 

A few minutes later I got out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a towel as I took a good whiff of the air, the sweet smell of Butterscotch Cinnamon pie filled the air as I went over to Toriel's room. It was something about how her house never changed throughout the years, her room remained the same, with the pretty violet color theme of her walls and the bed. There was a shirt, some pajama pants and socks folded nicely on top of the bed as I went over and sat onto her bed. Looking down at my arm, I cringed in disgust from the blooming flowers, they were of a bright yellow color, but because of the blood across it, it looked like a bloody orange.

My mind is the worst: When there's something wrong, I can never think of a positive outcome out of it. I will only think of the worse case scenario so that I would prepare myself for what was to come. 

There was only one thing running throughout my mushy brain that not many people would like to think about. . . death. My father survived through wars, hurricanes, ambushes and outbreaks for years and years. The buttercups that's on my arm– was the same thing that killed him. 

Like father, Like daughter.

"Frisk. . ?"

Looking up, my eyes widened as I saw my childhood friend at the door with terrified eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek before he asked. . 

"What's that on your arm?"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> MISSION TALE REMAKE: THE CRIMINALS OF DUSK

A/N: I'm sorry for the late update, I've been busy with school and studies :'( but I'm back! Trust me, I'm not going on a long hiatus anytime soon as I have many ideas for the remake! Just hang tight and a new update will be up as of later! Love you all! Be sure to take care of yourself <3