Cinderella Story

Part 7

"She left a shoe."

Frisk looked up at her sister. "Hm?"

"The mysterious princess. She danced with the prince to midnight, and then ran away." Chara said. She was glaring at her bacon and eggs. "She left a glass slipper."

"The prince stared at it for the rest of the evening." Asriel added. "It's causing quite a stir, with the Prince declaring he's gonna marry the girl who fits the slipper."

The tray crashed down, shattering the china. Frisk gasped, hurrying to clean up the mess.

"I want this house to be spotless when the prince gets here, you hear me?" Chara said. Her glare was aimed at the brunette now.

"Yes sister."

-_-

Nobody in the palace, from the nobility to the staff, fit the shoe.

Sans moved on to the town with a series of guards. Some houses showed patriotism by letting the group all in. All women in the houses tried the slipper on.

Some were too small, some were too big. But none fit the slipper.

Sans sighed as he knocked on the door of the last mansion. When it opened, Chara Dreemurr stood there.

He paled.

-_-

"Is this all the women in the house?" The prince said. The guards waited outside, Sans and Captain Undyne in a pretty parlor.

The redhead nodded. Sans sighed, praying that his beautiful dancer wasn't her. Asriel looked uncomfortable though.

He sighed, kneeling down. Chara extended her foot and Sans picked up the glass slipper.

It was too small.

And Sans' soul sank when he realized that there was no trace of his dancer.