Frisk smiled at the grander ballroom, feet shifting in the surprisingly comfortable shoes she found- slippers made of crystal. She turned, and there he was.
The young monster smiled at her, pulling a red rose out of his pocket. "For you."
"Thank you." Frisk said, smiling as the waltz started up. "Shall we?"
He took her hand. "We shall."
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It was five minutes until midnight when a waltz ended. Sans panted, smiling at his dancer's beautiful glow. They had talked some more-
"Magnificent, your Highness."
Oh no.
His dancer looked surprised, a look of horror overtaking her face. "Your Highness?"
"Um, yes? Sorry for not telling you..." Sans began. Then the clock struck midnight. She pulled away, Sans gripping her hand. "Wait-"
"I have to go!" She yelled, yanking her hand away. Then she turned on her heel and started running.
"Wait!" Sans yelled, running after her. "I don't even know your name!"
His beautiful dancer, his queen, ran down the grand staircase. She stumbled, hurrying down to a waiting carriage.
Sans watched in lovesick horror as the carriage went through the gates. He groaned, looking down.
And there it was- a glass slipper. Only one little slipper.
He picked it up, turning to face his father and brother. "End the ball. Have all the ladies that live in the Palace try on the slipper." He ordered. "I'll marry the girl who fits this slipper."
Gaster nodded, walking back up the stairs. Sans sighed, staring at the memory of his beautiful dancer.
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Cinderella Story
FanfictionFrisk has been living under the tyranny of her stepsiblings all her life. But will a prince, three midnight balls, and a glass slipper change anything?
