Fictober 2024

History's Repeat

Universe: Fellswap Gold

MC: Toriel

Genre: Angst(?)

Warnings:
-OOC
-Barely edited
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"You know, Sans. Monsters are such a gossipy bunch."

Toriel takes a sip from her cup, the delicate taste of golden flower tea coating her tongue, her traitorous ex-husbands favourite.

(She doesn't know why she keeps drinking it. Nostalgia, perhaps? To remember her victory?

... To remember him?)

She sets the teacup down gently onto its plate, a deceptively gentle smile on her face as she regards the General standing before her. Sans is as loyal a monster as they come, mostly due to the fact that she has his brother's life in her hands, the one monster she knows he'd willingly do anything for.

But... that same weakness can leave him partial to his brother's demands, no matter how absurd they are.

Toriel's gaze is sharp. Sans shows no indication of nervousness or guilt, only tilting his head slightly to the left with a raised browbone, a small indication of curiosity and confusion. Otherwise, he continues to stand ramrod straight, hands behind his back, and that ever so sharp grin on his face.

She takes another sip of her tea before she continues speaking.

"A rumour reached my ears recently. Why, it's the strangest thing I've ever heard."

And there- her gaze sharpens further as she notices the slight tensing of his shoulders, the miniscule twitch to his grin.

Hm.

"I have heard rumours, General Serif, of the skeleton brothers aiding a human. Hiding them from the rest of the royal guard. Funny, isn't it?"

The expression on Toriel's face, the tense air around them, say it is anything but.

Sans is quiet for a few seconds before he relaxes, shoulders unwinding as the grin on his face widens. His chuckles cut through the tense atmosphere easily, an amused glint in his eyelights even as Toriel frowns.

"What a fascinating rumour, your majesty. Surely you don't believe it? It is far from the first time a rumour like this has spread!" He tilts his head, and Toriel feels the plate in her hand crack. "Though I have to admit, it is far more absurd than usual."

Toriel doesn't say anything at first. She sets the teacup down on the plate, putting both on the arm of her throne, before clasping her hands together, and finally continuing.

"I suppose. It certainly isn't the first sansational rumour to surround you. You're quite fascinating to the general populace." Sans seems to perk up at the puns, grin sharpening, but Toriel isn't finished. Her smile returns, voice sweet as poisoned honey, head tilted slightly with a dark glint in her eyes.

"You will do well not to question me next time, General. I only expect you to answer me succinctly when I question you, not to play your little games."

Sans tenses under her gaze, head bowed slightly as a single drop of sweat forms on his skull.

"Know your place."

Sans voice is toneless when he responds.

"Yes, your majesty."

Toriel relaxes at that, picking up her now lukewarm tea. A quick use of fire magic fixes that. She dismisses the general after that, and Sans leaves with a deep bow.

Friend or not, Toriel will not tolerate his betrayal just as she had not tolerated her husband's. And this time, she wouldn't be merciful.

She sighs, a weary thing, in her empty throne room, as a soft whisper leaves her.

"I truly hope it is simply a rumour, Sans."

(It isn't. Toriel feels a sting of betrayal as flames roar to life around her, gaze fixed on the small human child.)
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A/N:

Hope I got her vibes right!

Edit:

Minor edit to the universe name- Fellswap and Swapfell confuse me.

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