Conduit Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 52: Soulwiped

Waterfall . . . 

She heard him muttering behind her before yelling for her. Why was she so annoyed with him? He has been good. He asked for a date accordingly. He has not done anything bad during our date. Why am I so annoyed with him? No, it's deeper. I am bitter. I feel bitter toward him. Why? Emotions could be so complicated. She watched him start walking next to her. 

"Talk to me?" 

"I can't." 

"But, why? What did I do?" 

"I am ascertaining it right now." 

"Frisky, stop."  

She kept walking. 

"Please, Frisky Faith? Whatever I did, I'm sorry?" 

She continued to walk, still not knowing. 

"Come on? Wife? Can't we work this out?" 

Then, it hit her. That was it. She understood, but did not want to open up about it. I . . . I appreciate Sans like I have never appreciated anyone else. I hurt when I can't see him happy. I enjoy being around him. I . . . I don't like others like I do him. But. But! She continued to walk, feeling even more bitter now that she understood. He does not feel the same way! He said it himself, and now I know why I always hated it. I . . .I love Sans, but I am nothing but a convenience. He is reaching for me because we are married and he can't have anything with anyone else. I am not his choice. That is why he doesn't care if I can't joke with him. I am equal to anyone else.  

"Frisky, please stop." Sans moved in front of her, grabbing her hands and trying to hold her still. "What's wrong?" He didn't get it. They had just been quietly walking along. She said some things out of the blue, but then she seemed to have come unglued and started walking by herself. 

"If Friskay had been Chance's mother, you would have married her, even though she repulses you." Frisky suddenly spoke. "You practically would have dragged me in chains, so you would have done that to her too." 

Oh, that didn't sound right. "But, she wasn't." 

"But she could have been." 

"But, she wasn't." Sans knew that for a fact. "There's no way that was the case, Frisky. You're Chance's mom." 

"But she could have been." She repeated it again. "And you would have married her." 

"As really bad as that would have been? Yeah," Sans admitted. "So?" She just yanked her hands away and walked around him again. Not getting this, I am not getting this. She's Chance's mom, what is her problem? Does she think she isn't? Maybe. They did wipe her mind a lot. "Hey, I promise. You're Chance's mom. The little soul thing with the healer, that can only happen with the parents." Did that make it better? No, she was still walking away. "What?" 

"And if she had been," Frisky said, still walking away, "then you would be spending all day with her at work. And, she would be here right now, on this date." 

"I . . ." He didn't get it. "I guess so? Since she'd be my wife? But, you're my wife, so why does that matter?" Just moved away faster. Shoot! This date was supposed to bring them closer together, not farther apart.  

"Then I am annoyed at not only you but myself." She stopped. "I realize that now. I am annoyed at myself." 

Herself? Sans moved up toward her, now that she stopped. "About what?" 

"I was annoyed that you are still even thinking of the three-month deal, or that you are thinking that you must make something work because we shall be together for centuries," she finally said. "But I am actually annoyed at myself for not making it clearer when I found out that the barrier would one day come down and that, when we would be in a different territory, things will change. You do not have to stay married to me. I do not have to stay married to you. There are no rules that govern children or family like that."