Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 17: To Trap or Not to Trap?

 fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

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King Asgore's Castle . . .

"It works for Sans," Papyrus whispered to Asriel, "I don't think it works for anybody else."

"Relax, we're not rolling him out of bed." Asriel popped his father on the head. "That usually works."

King Asgore winced as he woke up. "Asriel, what is it?" He hadn't even opened his eyes to know who it had been. He blinked double time when he saw Papyrus. "Well, howdy. What may I do for you?"

Asriel handed King Asgore the book. "Sans the Skeleton should be the one who marries Frisk."

"Uh? Um." King Asgore touched his head again. "The sentry? He was not even on the list of compatible mates. He's . . . according to Undyne . . . not . . ."

"Acceptable!" Papyrus shouted. "What? What do you mean my brother should marry into royalty?!"

"Sh. You. You will have your turn," Asriel shushed him. "Yes, he is, dad. I put him on the list tonight," Asriel insisted. "Frisk is at ease with him, and they already have a bond. I tested him too. His alert answer was beyond adequate for his kind of monster power."

"What?"

"It just fit. We already know he's powerful. Frisk has twenty percent of his power, and look at her. She wakes up, she turns blue and shakes the power off. Twenty percent, dad. Not to mention, he would do a good job protecting the kingdom if it called for it? He put his life on the line before for the Underground openly."

"Well, it's something to chew on," King Asgore said, "but, this isn't something we are forcing upon Frisk, Asriel. The suitors will be by tomorrow to meet her. Sans the Skeleton may attend then, if you feel he should be on the list."

"Sans?" Papyrus still couldn't believe it. "Well, I-I know what happened. He told me, but, Sans. I know it is a great honor to be considered for something like this but . . ." It just. "Sans wouldn't want it."

"Well, I cannot force anything on anyone," King Asgore agreed. "I think we should give it time."

"No." Asriel pointed to the book. "I wanted to point everything good out first for a reason, dad. Frisk's soul is damaged. She won't stay awake without San's presence, until she is fixed. If we continue to do nothing, she will reach a point where she will stop waking up at all, even with his presence. Now, there are four ways to fix her. The fourth doesn't matter though because they hardly know each other and it takes a best friend known-this-soul-all-their-life-bond."

"Well, yeah," Papyrus said softly. "Princess Frisk is not exactly . . . okay, she was an annoying child, not to mention scary. That would never work."

"Right. So, the first plausible way is to put her in a life or death situation with Sans, forcing her soul to reveal itself."

"Well, that is out of the question. I couldn't put her through that," Asgore said.

"Life or death? For Sans? No way!"

"Exactly," Asriel agreed. "The second is the bond of a newborn to its mother. Frisk would have to bond with her baby, and risk giving it twenty percent, if she could even figure out how to do that. And the risk to a newborn monster of this? Golly, I don't know, dad! Sounds risky."

"That sounds very risky. I don't want to put any newborn through that," Asgore agreed.

"Then we are on the same wavelength. The last way. Two souls that are damaged can heal themselves backwards by opening up during intense . . . ," Asriel said. "I . . . don't want to go into details from there, Dad. She's my sister. I'm sure you get it."