Death's Queen

Part 3

Yeah, I'm not good with puns, so, don't expect any.

Frisk sobbed as they reappeared, tears dripping onto cold marble. Looking around, she saw the inky darkness and white fogs of the Underworld. Sans looked down at her in worry. 

Abduction had never been part of his plan- it had been to talk to her, let her warm up to him, make an offer to show her his realm. Toriel would never let Frisk leave the garden. Sans knew that Frisk had started to grow bored, longing to see new things. 

But than the attendants interrupted him, and Death really could not go another day with being lovesick.

"Are you feeling sick? Teleportation usually makes people sick-"

"I wanna go home."

There it was.

"I'm sorry, but I can't take you home." He said. "This is your home now."

He led the sobbing girl inside. The Shades he had appointed as servants to his queen hurried to the couple. "Make sure she feels at home. I expect her to be at dinner." Sans ordered, watching Frisk be led away.

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There was stories.

About how Sans, ruler of the underground Underworld, was richer than King Asgore himself. Frisk had never believed them, of course. How could the ruler of a pit of torment be richer than the Father God?

Staring at the gifts, Frisk released the doubt. Jewels and precious metals formed beautiful jewelry, fake flowers, and many more fine things. The room shone with the proof of Sans' love for her.

The Shades was whispering in her ears that, yes, this was all for her. That Sans had pined and plotted for her to be his queen, his wife. That she shall rule beside him for all eternity.

The moment the bath was drawn, Frisk ordered her servants to let her bathe in peace. She started to sob again when she was alone.

This wasn't home. Home was with Mother, filled with the smell of growing and the warmth of the earth. This- This was a prison. Sans didn't love her. This was probably just a ploy to get at her mother.

Right?

When she finally stepped out, Frisk stared at the dress laying on the bed. It was a dark blue and a light pink,  beautiful and regal. It was grown up, not like the clothes she wore at home. The Shades helped her put it on, entwining a gold and ruby hairpin in her hair.

~'~'~

Sans watched the Shades work, bringing in delicious smelling food in. They work diligently, setting up candles and plates and silverware. Showing wealth was a good thing, meaning that she would want for nothing.

He shifted nervously. Finally, everything was set up. When Frisk first takes a bite, she would belong to the Underworld, and therefore with him. Sans let a small smile drift up at the thought.

The Shades drifted out, opening a door. Frisk stood there, dressed in a pink and blue dress. Her expression looked hostile, angry. 

"Just in time!" Sans said, walking to her. "Those Shades are good at their job." He said, offering up his arm. Frisk glared up at him, watching his arm drop. "Well, shall we?"