Dressed for Carnage

A Prolouge of Sorts

"Stop! Stop, stop I yield!" He yelled, but I wasn't done with him yet. I smiled, a laugh escaped me.
"You're not getting away this time—oof!" I fell to the ground in a fit of giggles when he pushed me, laughing along. He beamed up at me.
"Does this mean I win?" His smile was genuine and my gaze softened.
"Sure, sure, whatever you need to tell yourself Azzy." Our snickers were cut off in our throats when Asgore approached us.
"You two! What have I told you about roughhousing?" His voice rumbled in his chest, it was loud, commanding, terrifying to the wrong person, but to me, it came from a place of love and compassion. "You'll hurt each other!" His pathetic attempt of scolding us only caused another fit of giggles to coarse through us.
"Apologies, Asgore." I stifled my laugh and looked up at him, though his face was less than pleased. In fact, I had never seen him like this. He looked upset and displeased. Instead of walking away like he usually would, he motioned for me to follow him. I stood from my place on the floor and obliged, trailing behind him into the empty dining room. He pulled a chair out for me. "Sit." I did.
"Am.. I in trouble?" Confusion wracked me as he stared at me, seemingly collecting his thoughts.
"No, dear, you aren't." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, but you need to start acting your position." I cringed.
"Ugh, don't say it like that!" I added a giggle to the end of my sentence in hopes of lightening the suddenly darkened mood. It was in vain.
"Child, you know you don't have much time left, you're the eldest after all." He held a straight face and his tone was business like. I groaned nonetheless.
"Eldest this, eldest that. Maybe I don't want to be a mafia leader, eh? Maybe I do—" He slammed his hands on the table.
"You will do as I say, nothing more, nothing less. Understood, child?" His eyes told me not to argue, so naturally, I did no such thing.
"Have you even considered my feelings on the matter? I don't want to be a part of this life Asgore!" He stood from his chair, it skidded across the floor just short of tipping over.
"Room." He pointed. Like a teenager, I sulked off to my bedroom. A bedroom so graciously given to me by one of the biggest mobs this side of the equator. A mob that had so graciously saved me all those years ago. Gracious people, really. Why couldn't I uphold my end of the deal? Guilt began to set in as a pouted in my room. I had all the training, all the skill, all they were waiting on was my agreement, and it seemed patience was beginning to run thin. I scowled to myself, wondering how I could be so selfish after all they've given me, done for me. A soft knock on my door broke me from my thoughts.
"Yes?" My voice are out sharper than intended. Another knock. "Come in," my tone held less venom now. The door open softly as a timid Asriel made his way into my room.
"Hey.. um.. you alright?" He held a cup of tea and offered it to me. I took it and thanked him, sipping on it. "I uh.. I heard you guys talking—" I glared at him.
"So what, he sent you in here to convince me? To tell me how honorable it would be to truly become a Dremurr? I don't want it Azzy!" He flinched at my raised voice, shame rose to my face in a blush. "Look, I'm sorry alright? I..." I set the cup down on my nightstand. I sighed. He cautiously moved to hug me, I accepted the hug like it was my only lifeline.
"I... I don't want you to do it either, it's too dangerous." I gripped him a little tighter, glad he understood my frustration with the life his parents had been thrown into.
"Thank you, Asriel. Thank you." Truly, I was grateful. The hug broke and he sat on the bed next to me, pulling out his phone to mindlessly scroll, I did the same while sipping my tea. My door creaked open again, this time I was greeted by Toriel. She smiled softly, though it held a bit of solemn to it.
"We would like to talk to you privately, dear, if you don't mind..?" I nodded and followed her, keeping my head down and remaining silent, we walked into the dining room once more where Asgore was waiting. I avoided his eyes as I sat across from him again. Toriel left the room quietly.
"Child I-" His voice held a bit of remorse, but I didn't want to hear it.
"I'll do it." I still couldn't meet his eyes.
"What?" He sounded confused, I looked up at him.
"I said I'll do it, I knew it was going to happen eventually, I might as well go for it. Thank you for waiting until I was ready." I flashed a smile at him, forcing myself to appear as happy and genuinely grateful as I knew he wanted me to be. He nodded and held s hand out for me to shake.
"Thank you." I shook his hand. It was settled. I was to be the next leader of the mafia.