Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 18: Feels Magic

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

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The next day . . .

Frisk watched Sans yawn behind his bony hand as her suitors all lined up in a row. Great. One of these guys might be my future.. Sans wanted her to wait to get real friendly, but it was apparent her mother wanted freedom. A promise. Her mother's happiness. She could of course take as long as she needed to take, but, freedom.

But, it got worse. The book had disappeared last night. Sans told her this morning when he woke her up. He had to pull out her soul again to wake her up, but she was up. It looked like the theory was right, she'd be fine as long as she was near Sans.

Today, she was supposed to go to a friendly dinner with four suitors. And Sans. Yeah. He was playing on his phone now, while the suitors were trying to say romantic things. And . . . and it was awful hard not to start cracking up.

"Princess Frisk, your beauty transcends time itself."

"Should I delete the video of Papyrus on skis or upload it to Monstertube?" Sans whispered to her. "Would it get enough hits?"

"And . . . and you have the sweetest eye. Eyes. Two eyes, very popular."

*Tonight on 'Punched', a roller skating Gyftrot gets more than they bargain for.*

"And . . . and do you have to do that?" One of her four suitors said.

"Huh?" Sans looked up and waved them off. "Ah, don't mind me. Pretend I'm not here."

"Hard to do."

"Well, it's hard to get anywhere with a princess that can't wake up either." Sans almost looked back down, but he looked strange. Was he actually judging her suitor? Frisk watched her mother answer her phone, and took the suitor in front of Sans away.

"We actually have enough suitors today," her mother said as she scooted him away. "Sorry. Try again later." She moved back toward her spot.

Okay. Three suitors. Frisk shook the hand of the next one. "Hello."

"Hi. I don't particularly mind your escort," the next one said. "Where would you like to go to eat? Anywhere you like?"

There was Grillbys and there was Mettaton's that she'd been to. There were more places in the back of the Underground, but she didn't know them, and she didn't want to go too far. "Grillbys."

"That's fine taste there, Frisk," Sans complimented her.

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At Grillbys . . .

Sans chowed down on his burger, while Frisk tried to strike up some kind of conversation with her potential future husband guy. "So, what do you do?"

"I throw ice into the river," he said, flexing his muscles. "Huge chunks of ice. Not an easy job. Hard hours. I'm real good at being dependable. I have to show up to work every day, got to help keep it all cool."

"Oh." Yeah, he did look a little familiar. "Well, what do you like to do?"

"Throw ice into the river."

"I mean, your hobbies? When you're not working?" Frisk asked again.

"I might sleep for a couple hours, or eat, or strike up conversations about ice. But then I throw ice into the river again."

"Yeah but do you draw? Like movies?" Frisk asked.

"I like to watch other ice throwers, so I can improve my numbers and method. I also like to draw."