Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

Chapter 17: Sans Trump Card

Lyons Forager's Ship . . .
"Bummmm ba da dum, Bummmm ba da dum."

Sans heard familiar human traditional ceremony lyrics for a wedding coming from a human's mouth, and knew he was in the right spot. Not only that, but even just going a short distance sometimes when you had teleporting power was a pain. Thank goodness Frisk wasn't in the mood for walking. "Hey? Need my wife back." Sans held up the papers to Lyons. "Let's not make things . . . hard, okay?"

"I wouldn't know what I was looking at, man," Forager said. Sans pointed the section out. "Oh. Damn, that's a well-built contract. Emergency three hours? Dad missed that one. She's not here though, I gave her to Cromwell. I'm just using her name for the marriage so I can marry someone else. Sorry."

"Did she teleport to Cromwell's ship?"

"Nice dress for her, but yeah, how'd you know?"

Alright. Second teleport. Moving location, never easy. From a moving location to another moving location? He'd really have to concentrate.

"I gave her something too."

Trying to concentrate human.

"A contract that with a little modification could free her. I mean, it's gonna take like a year about or whatever, but it's the size of a huge book. From my great, great grandma. Hope that helps after the mess I made."

"I'll check it out later human. Now quiet."

District of Diarchy: Cromwell and Saetran

"How's this?" Frisk looked at the red dress.

"Oh, it fits well." Madame Cromwell stepped lightly toward her. "That blue in your hair really frames it beautifully." She took her hand in Frisk's. "I am so sorry that you couldn't have met him when he was able to be well. He was so full of life, his mother and his father too. You are, however, saving a kingdom."

"That seems to be my thing sometimes," Frisk laughed. "No, seriously, I am sorry I never got to know him either." As they approached the room with the coma Prince though, Frisk saw someone else.

"Trying to use her for your Kingdom?" the man asked.

"Garland," Madame Cromwell growled. "Get out of here. This is already decided."

"I don't know. I think Frisk might prefer this contract?" Garland came toward Frisk and handed her a contract paper. "Here's a pen, dear."

Contracts were dangerous. She never even signed Forager's, just went with him willingly. Same as Cromwell. She wouldn't do any signing until the very last minute.

"You look like you need some help with that decision?" Garland snapped his fingers and his guards brought out people in handcuffs and chain anklets. . .

Mrs. Flaversham. Frisk's music teacher in the third grade. Mr. Bartholomew. Frisk's neighbor when she was growing up. The Rachelle Twins. Her next door neighbor friends she played with in childhood. Paul Conair. Her first boyfriend. Dexter Ibbit. Her prom date from high school. Her high school Art teacher, her high school soul biology teacher, her favorite college counselor. The librarian she used to see every day in college when she checked out books. The lunch lady from high school. Four friends she used to know in Elementary school, Her third grade teacher, her second grade teacher, her kindergarten teacher, her old babysitter and the lady who owned the small store she liked to buy MAKEUPYOURSOUL lipstick from!

Then, there was a small tv wheeled out in front of her. On the screen were three humans. She didn't recognize them, yet they were sending a chill down her spine. How do I know them?