SAVE Her (Frans Fanfic)(Saviortale AU)

Prologue

"Now, you girls behave yourselves tomorrow," a distorted, male voice said sweetly, venom lathered under it. His voice came from one of the dark corners of the room, where a speaker and security camera were placed, the filmy lens of the camera catching the light as it went back and forth, up and down the line of half-naked women lined up against the lit up wall, some human, some monster. "And Frisk," the mentioned human girl lifted her head up a little bit, showing she had heard, "try to express yourself this time. Some wealthy buyers are coming, and I can't disappoint them. It would be bad reputation for me, and punishment for you. I know what you have been through, but keep up your current attitude and I won't be able to protect you anymore. Try not to disappoint me."

A door opened as the man finished talking, and the women walked single file out of the room, only to be led by personal "bodyguards" to their own, separate rooms.

"Don't worry," Frisk's bodyguard tried to reassure her, his prim uniform catching the dust-filled light, "I'm sure someone will buy you. And who knows. Maybe that guy will be better than any of the others you have had."

"I hope so," Frisk whispered, her head down once again, her eyes to the filthy floor. This was all behind-the-scenes work. No buyer saw how cruelly the seller was treating his product in his own warehouse. In this black market case, the product was women suitable for torture. In other words, young teens, children, and elderly were left alone, while others in the remaining age range weren't, and those who became elderly were taken away and never seen again.

"Good luck tomorrow," the guy said, leaving her in her own dark, tiny room and closing the door. A lock was heard outside, then footsteps walking away. Frisk tugged at her collar, one that indicated that it had become uncomfortable, not that she was trying to get it off. She had learned what happened before when one tries to take off their collar. The hard way.

She sighed and sat down in the farthest corner away from the door, her back to the wall. Her expression was blank, as it had been for a while. She stared at the door, her gaze and mind focused on nothing. Not to say her mind didn't focus on one thing for long before going to another thought, but simply the abstractness of nothing itself.

Meanwhile, in another town

The six-story building shook, and two fashionably dressed up skeletons and an unconscious, silver-haired female in their arms ran out the entrance, a cloud of dust following behind them. Waiting for them was a black van. The side door on their side opened, a blue-scaled, red-haired, fish monster waiting inside, pulling out a gun as she opened the door.

"Get your asses in here, punks!" she shouted, firing her weapon as the building's security showed up. The two skeletons lifted the girl into the van first before hopping in themselves, pulling out their weapons to fire as well. "Papyrus, step on it!" the fish lady yelled to the driver, who was also a skeleton. The van roared to life and sped off, leaving the security people to stop and fume in frustration as they got away.

"i fuckin' told ya we would be found out," one of the suited skeletons, the shortest of the three there, snapped at the tallest one, the one who was his partner on this mission. "we can't help anymore of 'em here, now. we're just lucky we got out with this one alive."

"Maybe if you disobeyed my orders every once in a while, this wouldn't have happened, Sans," the other suited skeleton replied calmly. "Just because I'm a senior member of the CIA doesn't mean you have to follow my orders all the time. This was your mission after all."