Undertale x Infant!Reader

The Royal Guard

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  Meredith was an absolute wreck. Your father laid there on the floor before her, soaking in his own blood. Her pupils were constricted, clutching you tighter than ever before.

  "Well, that was quite the heart stopper, wasn't it Meredith?" Abraham cackled, waltzing around the body. He stopped just in front of your mother, looming over her with somewhat of a dark-looking grin.

"...You're a monster..."

"Hm? I'm sorry, my dear, but I cannot hear your mutterings. Mind speaking up?"

"You're a monster!" Your mother exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm the monster? Oh Meredith... You must be mistaken..." Your uncle seized her by the arm, forcing her to stand. "I'm no monster. Last time I checked, I was only human."

She struggled against him, but to no avail. Abraham motioned with his hand for two of his officers to come forward, taking Meredith for him.

"Now... I'll be taking them off your hands for you," he snatched you out of your mother's arms, ignoring her screaming protests. "Now then... What to do with you two..."

"Sir," one of the guards approached him. "The whole kingdom is in panic. Our troops have secured the premises and the battle's basically won."

"Excellent," Abraham grinned, turning toward Meredith. "You call me a monster, hm? Well... Its only fitting for the (niece/nephew) of one to join their kind, right?"

"Wh...What?"

"Men! Set a course for Mt. Ebbot. We're going to return this little brat to the true monsters."

Your mother's eyes widened in shock. "N-No... You're not serious, are you?"

Abraham gave a cackle, grabbing her by the chin and lifting up her head to face his. "War is a very serious subject, dear Meredith. I am afraid I am not joking."

Giving the sides of her face a squeeze, he'd then let her go and lead the way. Waving his hand, the men holding Meredith followed behind him, then pursued by the rest of his squad.

Into the forest they traveled, Abraham's gaze lowered to looking at your sleeping face. The smile he wore was almost heart warming, slowly cradling your form.

"You poor child... I am terribly sorry you had to be born to two weak human beings. If you weren't a hell spawn of them, I would have kept and raised you myself. That would've at least spared me the pains of having to find myself a suitable wife for an heir."

  Your mother never spoke a word, keeping silent as she was led along, silently glaring daggers into your uncle's back.

  "But," he sighed, slowly gaining a shady smile. "I'm sorry to say, child, that you must go."

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  Sans's sockets widened a bit, his 'brows' furrowing. "* ....what?"

  "I-I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY!" Papyrus shout-whispered, the phone pressed tightly against his chest.

  "* just talk to her like normal bro. * this shouldn't be much of a problem... right?"

  "BUT SHE MEANS TO COME OVER!!"

  Upon hearing this, Sans inhaled through his teeth, a little 'hiss' sounding. He reached up to rub the bridge of his nose.