Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 14: Hardcore Princess

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk 

Toriel's Living Room, near the fireplace . . . 

Frisk didn't know what to say at first. She already told Sans about Chara in a hurry. It was just so awkward. He acted like it was no big deal, but he just repeated eighteen years of his life. "Chara said I'd remember one day when I was older. She said you might too, since our souls were tangled up." 

Sans chuckled. "You're still fretting about the eighteen-year thing, aren't you?" Not fair, he was judging her. "Seriously, that's nothing. And I know we agreed we'd get the barrier down with our lives, but it just wasn't turning out right at all. Really." She watched his bony fingers clench the sides of the chair he was in. "Dying in Papyrus' arms wasn't easy. I just knew it was all over, and not just for me." 

Frisk couldn't say much to that. "Asriel never should have opened the barrier like that. We can't risk a reckoning again." Asriel could probably open it with as many souls as he had in him, but, it would just trigger the reckoning and probably lose his own life. "I need to get my humanity back, Sans. After that, the rest is up to me." 

"I think you've had enough rest," Sans joked. "Two days awake out of a month? Twenty percent was too hard on you." 

"We need to get this worked out again," Frisk insisted. 

"Sounds good, if it'll work. Not real attached to the humanity in my soul either. You want to try?" Sans moved down to the ground with Frisk. If it happened naturally with just a little push, everything should be fine. Their souls were connected now. His even seemed to have woken her up. Maybe it could work.  

Sans tried to build a magic bridge between their souls, but it wasn't happening. Still. "Dangit. I had plenty of time to know you this time around too." 

"This started shortly after I turned twelve," Frisk said, "and before that, Asriel and I were just ducking around you," she admitted. "But, I still trust you. I told you last time, Sans." She scrunched her fingers up. "I probably have a shy soul." 

"Naw, that's not it." Sans stood back up. "I believe it was the great Amanda that once said that human souls didn't reveal themselves until the ultimate mambo." He took two skips forward. "You gotta get freaky deaky with this skeleton." 

Frisk moved back farther. "Wait, that was just for showing a soul. Not anything else." 

"So you think the mambo only shows the soul and doesn't cause anything else to happen?" Sans shook his head. "You know better than that, ladykid. Shoot, even time couldn't split our souls right."  

"Sans," Frisk warned him. "No fooling." 

He finally broke into a chuckle. "Didn't even have you a bit?" He squeezed his bony fingertips together. "Come on, Sans had you a bit, admit it." 

Never changes. "Fine, maybe a bit," Frisk admitted, "but now, what do we do?" 

"You said it showed up when a brand new mom was around their newborn baby too. That means there's a great deal of love or healing involved." Sans gestured toward Toriel's room. "There's a good chance if we have an encounter with a healer nearby, it might work. But chances of Tori going for that are kind of weak. Still, it's a thought in the right direction. She's the queen, she's probably got literature on this stuff. At least King Asgore." 

Frisk had to agree with that. They would be the most likely to have some kind of literature on it. She headed toward her mother's room. "Mom?" Toriel opened the door. "Fixing my soul isn't going to be easy. Do you have any literature on human souls?"