Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

Chapter 11: Feeling Like Garbage

7:50 . . .

Sans skipped a few times over to the meeting spot, humming. It'd be nice to see Frisk again. "Hey, Papyrus, you got the hot dogs?"

"I don't have hot dogs," Papyrus said.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I do." Sans chuckled as he stopped skipping and brought out two foiled hot dogs. "Let's hurry and pick up Frisk so we can eat." He put the foiled hot dogs away again as he trotted normally with Papyrus to the meeting spot.

Only two minutes later, Toriel emerged with Asgore. Then Asriel and then something in a robe? No way, he wouldn't. Only what she was supposed to wear, the blood-stained dress. He better take it off in a few minutes. Talking and everything ended in three minutes.

Asriel lifted her in his arms as Asgore took off the robe. Asriel whispered something in her ear.

What. The. Her hair. Her hair was white, with just a few tendrils of blue here and there like highlights. What the-freaking-how much power did he put into her?! Sans was worried. To do something like change her hair color, he definitely overdid it. What else is new? All he's done so far is hurt her.

When it reached 7:59, Asriel handed Frisk over to Sans. This time, Sans grasped a little faster than last time. He quickly trotted back to Papyrus. He kept his back turned until Papyrus said the coast was clear.

Frisk just held on, but she could smell the hot dogs. Ooh, he's got hot dogs. I know he's got them. But his look toward her didn't spell her getting one yet. He looked mad. "What?"

"You're ugly in white hair," Sans spurted out as he continued to walk off with her in his grasp.

Ugly in white hair? He's a skeleton, he's all white. What is his problem? If anyone had a problem, it should be her. He lied to her about everything. Secret Keeper Sans. "Can you put me down yet?" Frisk asked. She noticed Alphys and Undyne not very far in the distance.

"Here." Sans stood her up once they reached her. "Go have girl time." Then just like that, he disappeared.

Frisk watched Alphys and Undyne. That was crude and fast, not even a simple goodbye.

"Um? You're hair's almost all white," Alphys said. "Uh."

"Damn, what did Asriel do? That's way too much power to take away," Undyne complained as she touched Frisk's hair. "Last time it was just a couple of strands and he was piercing you. Ahh! Did he hurt you?!" she asked anxiously as she tightened her fist up. "I will grab my spear and end him, Prince or not!"

"No," Frisk insisted. "Asriel was a prince, a sweet prince to me." She smiled. "He was really sweet and honest."

"Oh?" Undyne grabbed Frisk's left hand while Alphys grabbed her right. "He's finally straightening up?"

"He finally told me the truth," Frisk said. "He didn't glomp or hug or nuzzle or anything like that when he didn't have to."

"That's good," Alphys said, "but what else? Did something happen over there?"

"Oh, yes!" Frisk said excitedly. "Asriel and Toriel rescued Gloria. She's here, she's Underground," she squeezed their hands harder. "Gloria was my best friend, and when I got hurt, she did too. I lost two already, and I . . ." No, no, not with them.

"You expressed your grief," Alphys said knowingly. She squeezed Frisk's hand tighter. "I can feel it, your soul is so much lighter."

"Somewhat lighter, but not completely light," Undyne said.