Cinderella Story

Part 1

Frisk made no sound as she picked up her chores list. It extended all the way to the floor. 

"Make sure you get all those chores done." Chara snapped.

"Yes, sister." The young woman said. Pleased, the green and yellow dressed girl slammed the door shut.

How long had it been since Asgore and Toriel had died? It had been so long ago when Frisk had been adopted into the family. Asriel, the birth child, and Chara, another adopted child, had watched in envy as their parents spoiled the young girl.

Then, Toriel had died of a illness. Asgore followed soon after. It was said that the grief did him in.

Soon, Frisk had become a servant on what had been her home.

-_-

"Isn't this a little...much?"

King Gaster smiled at his eldest son. "Nothing is too much for you to become king."

Sans sighed, watching the servants hang the diamond and crystal chandelier. His twenty first birthday had only been a few days ago, and now the crown was being thrust upon him.

Three balls.

Three nights to find a queen.