Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

Chapter 9: Property

Sans held onto his copy of all of the papers after Lawyer left. He stared at Toriel and Asgore. "You're still waiting for me to denounce her, aren't you? Even after I signed all those papers?"

Toriel gave him a strange look. "Sans? This isn't a joke. I'm sorry the way this turned out, but these are legal contracts and not governed by us."

"I'm not denouncing her," Sans said.

"Have you read it?" King Asgore said astonished. "The book, did you bother to see the book at all?"

"Yep. Got extra papers right here." He wiggled the papers. "Humans are thorough. I like the dancing and dating, kind of tries to throw some romance in there. Kinda cute."

"You can't do that," Asriel said to Sans. "You're nuts, you can't do that!" Asriel marched toward him, and actually tried to lay his hands on him. Sans' blue energy was radiating with that move. "You'll hurt Frisk. Do you have any idea what you did by signing those papers, Moron?"

"Do you?" Sans tucked the papers into his jacket. "Just over the small glimpse, I can tell you what would have happened. You, yeah, you?" Sans pointed toward Asriel. "Had to do everything for six months."

"No," Asriel corrected him. "Without another husband, it would be a forfeit."

"Only on me," Sans said. "You didn't do what the contract said for six months?" Sans didn't even want to say it, but they needed to know how bad they screwed up so they'd never do that again. "Then she went to the other benefactors. Meaning, the other seven kingdoms. Meaning, not only does our kingdom get split up into seven factions but Frisk? Gets split up. Into seven kingdoms."

"That doesn't make sense," Toriel said. "You can't split a human."

"No, but you sure as hell can marry her, and with a contract all about multiple husbands?" Sans dusted off his jean jacket without a word. He dusted off his sleeves without a word. "Let's just say if she doesn't get Asriel or I as a husband, I'm gonna just ask Frisk if she wants me to kill her."

There. Yeah. Now they got it.

Asriel was almost speechless. "But we can't. We'll hurt her."

"No more than we just did," Sans said. "Lawyers smart. He couldn't disobey his kingdom. Yeah, he knew what he had to put in, probably because his own kingdom told him to do it. But inside, he wasn't evil, and he did his best to give Frisk a chance."

"How?" Asriel asked. "But how?"

"Archaic meaning. Modern meaning," Sans said. "What did you do before, Asriel, that pissed me the hell off?"

"Fuck Frisk?"

"Hm. And what do we have to do each day?"

" . . ."

"Archaic. Modern." Asgore said, starting to get the hint. "Definitions. Translation." Asgore had his own set of papers he was going through that lawyer gave him. "Sex, soul-sex, mating, fucking, loving. The human put the same vague definition for each one."

"Yeah, technically. Humans are wordy, and all about definitions." Tricky but smart creatures. "They didn't even put the word sex once."

"They have no different kinds?" Toriel asked looking at the papers.

"They sure as hell do," Sans said looking at his papers, "but Lawyer gave us a fighting chance by putting them all down as the same thing."

"But we have to follow the book," Asgore said still confused. "Not the contract definitions."

"Nah, book is inside contract. He translated definitions to the contract in the beginning. Humans always start the way. Have to put what a 'client' is and what a 'patient' is or whatever. The contract references the book, but the definition of it goes with the contract." Sans gestured to the paper. "Sticky language. Sticky definitions. If instead of putting sexual advances it wrote 'make pancakes', then we could just make pancakes and it would be the same thing."