Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

4. Compliment Soul

Near G and M 3.

"Ooh, I think a steak and lobster would be perfect for the night," Papyrus said. "I mean, if we are going to the G and M, we might as well live it up. Oh, and a lovely pop with ice. Then for desert, ooh, a Mississippi mud pie! What about you, Sans?"

"Classic Grillby burger," Sans said, "and a classic fry with a regular chocolate shake."

"The classic menu is even more expensive than the steak and lobster," Papyrus complained.

Sans shrugged. "Hey, if we are going to the fancy schmancy, then why not-?" He stopped. More like he was stopped. "Hey. Papyrus, hang on." Sans looked around him. What the heck? He tried to take another step forward. "Kaaaaay?"

Papyrus stopped. "What's wrong?"

"It's like I'm stuck, like I'm chained to something." Sans moved backwards and felt fine. He moved back forward again, and once again, felt chained. "I can't move forward."

Papyrus tried to help him with his magic, tugging on him. "Why can't you move?"

Sans felt his phone ring. He stopped trying to break free long enough to answer. "Sup?"

"Sans? I called Toriel and Asgore, and they said if anyone. Well, I mean. Not that I'm blaming you. But. Are you doing something to Frisk? She keeps . . . well, her body can't move from the wall?"

"Ohh." Uh oh. Sans knew there was a reason no skeletons liked to do what he did. Human and monster. Risky. "What happens when I do this?" Sans moved backwards more and lifted his foot.

"She gained some freedom, but her foot is still pulled backwards," Alphys said on the phone. "What's going on?"

Sans looked ahead of him. G and M was the location of the old Mettaton's place years ago. "I'm not quite sure, Alphys, give me a sec." Sans looked toward Papyrus. "Hey. How far does our magic extend?"

"Ours? I don't know," Papyrus said. He conjured a bone and threw it in a clear path, holding onto it as far as he could. "About the new part of Alphys laboratory?"

"Uh." Oops. Sans moved back toward the phone. "Where are you right now, Alphys?"

"In my bedroom."

"Lab-wise, where is it? You got a big lab, Alphys, throw me a bone on this one." Because Sans was beginning to think he couldn't.

"Um. It's closer to G and M 3? I can see it out my window."

"Were you walking with Frisk for awhile?"

"Yes."

"Okay, yeah." Yeah. He got it. "If it wasn't for me, she'd be dead. Let's all just remember that?"

"Sans?" Alphys sounded concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Uh. I'll be right over to the lab soon, leave the door close to G and M open for me." Sans hung up and looked at Papyrus. "The human is attached to me magically."

"What?" Papyrus blinked. "We don't tie to other things, Sans."

"Kind of did." Sans scratched his skull. "My magic's flowing through her veins."

"Oh. Well, that shouldn't be a problem," Papyrus said. "Once you distance yourself far enough, the magic leaves what it was doing and comes back." He tried to tug on Sans again. "Usually. What's different?"

"Cause it was my own marrow," Sans reminded him. "That's, um . . ."

"Wait."

"Yeah . . ."