Just a Little While Longer (SoLYGBM timeline)

Chapter 42: The Lab Tour

(inspired by Staringback)
<3

(new)
************************************************************************************

Impending doom.

The best possible phrase to describe Frisk's prediction towards the coming day. She was awoken at an absurd time, got dressed in a dead child's clothes again, and was taken to a limo with Toriel and Undyne to go visit Alphys' lab. The best possible positive out of today's few hours was that she managed to pick out a slightly less than humiliating and somehow plain pastel blue dress with only a few frills and ribbons. Her hair was retied to the migraine inducing pigtails again though, so she couldn't quite say the only positive of her last day on the planet was very helpful. She tried not to glare at Toriel the entire ride over. But every second the car kept moving she found it more difficult not to pry the door open and jump out. A few broken bones might get her out of an unprofessional and likely death motivating surgery.

There was something though...

The window in between the driver's seat and the black leather sofa seats in the back of the limo was open, and at a few points where Toriel was happily blabbing about the next events of the cruel afternoon, Frisk spotted Undyne cautiously glancing back to look her in the eye. The few seconds of knowing and concerned recognition making the bridge between them stronger every time the fish lady looked back.

She quite obviously knew that Toriel was talking crazy. The guard would even wince a little whenever the crazy bat would so calmly express her excitement about the mauling dismemberment that would take place this afternoon. It made nothing better by the fact Toriel was only expressing little details about today. Like how the "imperfections" and "flaws" would be removed. Anything adult related and showing of growth was the only thing discussed. Frisk supposed that Toriel thought the fact she even had a uterus was so upsetting she wouldn't even mention it.

I've never wanted to punch a goat more in my entire life.

But the little glances and slightly disgusted looks was enough for Frisk to work with, she would've happily given this scaly lady more time and adjustment, maybe even butter her up a little if she could. Frisk tried her best to not crack a smirk after thinking of how ironically that phrase went with fish. But irony in deathly situations or not, she was out of time and wouldn't be able to get to Whisk before it was too late.

Just be a good girl for this big furry lady until she slips, then book it for the exit. There's no way Undyne will just let her kill me, she may work for a ruthless murderer but she has to have principles on the innocence of the who's being murdered.

....yes... maybe it wasn't a perfectly thought out plan... considering it was built on a mighty risky chance that could get her killed... but what were her options? Run and die or sit and die? Unfortunately there was no possibility that Frisk could fight and die. As much as she would've liked to be in the position to just keep kicking and punching and clawing, trying to get out of the goat woman's grip, Toriel had a dangerous amount of power over her right now. Just trying to escape by showing defiance wouldn't be as useful as it had been with Sans. But even then, there was no way after this almighty shitty week that Frisk was going to back down now.

This lab was the last exit out of this hell. Or at least this level of hell.

"Ah! We're here! Thank goodness for it too, I thought by that pace we'd never get on time. Slow driving is one thing when there's a child inside but even a snail could drive faster."

Toriel may have muttered the last few words but she wasn't very polite about it. Glancing at the front seats, Frisk noticed Undyne's grip on the car wheel had gotten significantly tighter, it would've been a wonder that she might not tear it off the car she was holding on so tight. But the redhead had an extremely neutral face, one Frisk was familiar and practiced with. She imagined that if you did work for rich thugs like these you'd have to teach yourself when to keep your mouth shut.