Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

Chapter 10: No Choice

Three days later . . .

"Okay, let's get this over with," Sans said as he swung Frisk around and chuckled. "Almost time. You'll have to go back to all your royal treasures. Remember, no talking."

"I got it," Frisk insisted. She groaned. "I'm gonna miss Undyne and Alphys. Papyrus. Oh, and you."

"Well I should hope I'm in there somewhere," Sans said back as he looked at her. "You got endless burgers with me."

"And endless jokes."

"I gotta have someone to test them on. They've got to get a chuckle before they are ready for public," Sans insisted. In six days, he had become friends with her again. Actually, better this time, because last time she was only eight years old and he was mostly just watching her for Tori.

She seemed to get to know him too. He was more than just a funny skeleton good for a burger and hot dog break. "Sans, you don't have to hold me yet." She kicked her feet.

"Aww, poor Chum," Sans chuckled. "You'll be fine."

"Ugh, I hate this luggage part," Frisk complained to him. "Why does the wife have to get carried across to each other? And why are you carrying me now?"

"Cause it's bugging you."

"You know I hate this part, and this stained dress."

Sans chuckled again. "Almost there." At least he got an extra three days again too. In that time, Asriel should have learned a thing or two about the rules. "Alright, here we go. Remember the rules?"

"Stay still. Be quiet. Be luggage," Frisk complained. "Got it."

Sans got in position with Papyrus still at his side. Up ahead was Toriel, Asgore, and of course Asriel. They were all quiet this time. When it hit 7:59, Sans moved forward with her. Asriel bent down slightly to pick her up. Still quiet. He was following directions fine this time. Sans returned back to Papyrus while the royal family went into the castle itself with Frisk.

Yeah. "Alright. Guess that leaves an hour before work." Sans trotted along.

"I hope she does better this time with the prince," Papyrus said.

"As long as he doesn't hurt her, I don't care. And if he does, then I just have to take care of her myself." So, it worked out both ways in the end. Still? "He really better not hurt her." Nah, nah. She'd be fine. Toriel and Asgore were there, and thinking wouldn't help. "Let's just concentrate on something else."

"Okay," Papyrus agreed. "You're right. There was a three day grace period he took again. He should have learned the rules by now."

The Castle . . .

Frisk was placed on the ground as soon as she was in the castle.

"Welcome home again, Frisk," Asriel said to her.

Frisk? He actually called her by her name instead of wife. That was a good sign.

"First, let's go ahead and get you dressed. This way." Asriel led the way in front of her. She went into her room. "I didn't know your fashion preference, so there is a little bit of everything from casual to formal."

Frisk opened the closet and looked. Oooh. He was right. He didn't just buy fancy dresses. He even had white shirts and white pants. From designer to cheap.

"I'll leave so you can get dressed. I also have undergarments for you in the drawers, and a few pairs in front of the closet. Mom helped. Just leave your things on the bed and we'll get them washed soon. I'll see you in a bit." He smiled. "I have a surprise for you." Asriel closed the door and left.