Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

Chapter 14: Two Wives?!

G and M 1 Entrance the next night . . .

Frisk had been to G and M 3 before in the eating area with Sans. It was like a nice restaurant. On the higher floors there was supposed to be other things too. G and M 2 though was supposed to be even ritzier. When she'd gone out and remet Dogamy and Dogaressa, she found out they held their anniversaries there, along with a party for their little pup monster's announcement.

While G and M 3 and G and M 2 could be seen from the special bridge overlooking all of the Underground, she never spotted G and M 1. And no wonder.

Asriel knocked upon Toriel's old door. Repainted and elegant, it even had gold trimmings along the side. A monster answered. After Asriel gave him some money, they were brought through the long hall, and then moved up the staircase.

In the area where Toriel first read to her about snails, nothing of the old place could be seen anymore. The area was more confined and nice. A total of four eating tables only.

Asriel continued to take her out of Toriel's former place, and Frisk started to feel edgy. "Asriel? I don't . . ."

"It's not far," Asriel insisted. "I know you've missed your convenient hot baths. So, I figured . . . it might be time to have one?"

A hot. Bath? Really?! Heat. Heat, heat, heat. "Definitely," Frisk agreed.

"Then, follow me."

The old ruin walls were gone, replaced with actual walls. Many of the walls and puzzles had been taken down, leaving room for dancing and even?

"Oh my gosh, there she is!" Mettaton waved to her. "If it isn't the next Princess of the Underground!"

"That cannot be confirmed or denied," Asriel said, playing it safe. Good. "Here is Frisk though."

"Oh, hang on everyone, just two seconds!" Mettaton put up his mike and came down to them. "You are in G and M 1! Thaaaaat's wonderful, darling! Me and Grilly Grillby, this is the one we are always at the most. In fact, this is the only one Grillby usually cooks at. The food that's truly Grillby only, like a Grillby burger, are imported from here alllll the way to even G and M 3!" He whispered closer to her. "Grillby still prefers smaller environments. He's pretty shy." Mettaton chuckled. "Okay, you two have fun. I have to get back up there and make sure people get what they pay for. Me!"

He hadn't changed much, Frisk admitted that as she watched Mettaton start to perform live for an audience of monsters.

"This way, Frisk," Asriel continued to take her deeper. "Almost there."

Okay. Okay. No. No. Nope, no, no, no! "No, that's okay, I-I don't need it this . . ."

All the way to the second door. Asriel opened it and gestured her in. He said something, but she saw the old ruins again. Decrepit and decaying. She imagined the light and the flowers and the . . .

Scream. Screaming. Screaming, screaming, screaming.

Frisk ran, she started to run as fast as she could. Not that area. Not where she first fell! She ran passed Mettaton and then slammed open the doors to the small dinner hall, heading downwards as fast as possible.

"Frisk!"

Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

She ran. Ran. Kept running. Asriel kept coming after her, after her, after her, but she just kept running. Even through the snow, just run.

"Stop, Frisk!" Someone grabbed her and held her tight.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" Out. Out. Out. Out. Out of the Mountain. Screams. All the Screams. The two fires. Two. The log. Standing on the log. "I want out, out, out!" She stared at her hand. Oouuuuut!