SAVE Her (Frans Fanfic)(Saviortale AU)

Chapter 4

Arriving at the Dreemurr residence came as a surprise. To Frisk, the amount of vehicles parked around the house was a lot compared to what she's seen in front of a house before, which was usually only one or two. However, to Sans, it looked as though it was only half of the whole monster force of the CIA. Either they decided not to show up, or the "demonic" girl deliberately chose this many people to come to the party, or what Sans assumed would soon be the slaughterhouse.

The limo parked next to a white truck, and its passengers climbed out, heading for the front door of the house. Gaster, being one of the monsters ahead of the rest, knocked on the door once they reached it. Glancing through the window, one could easily see how overly decorated the place was for a simple party, and it was proven even more true when the knock was answered and a better look of the entrance hallway could be seen. Standing in the doorway, was none other than the boss himself, a warm, welcoming smile on his normally tough looking features. That, added to his kind green eyes, made the large goat monster look more like a large, fluffy, stuffed animal than the tough CIA monster leader everyone else knew.

"Howdy everyone!" Asgore greeted them, moving to the side so the guests could get into the house. "Please, come in." As they filed in, two, chocolate covered heads peaked out from the end of the hallway on the left, which, by the sweet smell of pie and melted chocolate, would have led to the kitchen.

The bodies belonging to the heads around the corner, a napkin passing between them to clean the chocolate off. Asgore walked toward the two, softly greeted them, and turned right at the end of the hall, ducking slightly so his horns wouldn't scrape or bump against the top of the archway. Gaster followed him, greeting the two as well before disappearing around the corner.

Peering around shoulders, Frisk managed to see who the two people were. One was like the other, older goat monster, though slimmer and not having any blonde hairs on his head. Instead, a black stripe was on either side of his face. The other was a brunette human that looked strikingly similar to herself, though her hair was shorter and a bit redder and her skin was lighter than Frisk's. Plus, the girl's eyes were red, whereas hers, though they were closed most of the time now, were golden.

The young goat monster cleared his throat before welcoming them. "Hi, everyone. Thanks for coming on such short notice." At that, his friendly expression held a look of shame and apology for a brief moment. Frisk didn't understand why, but she couldn't anyways, since she had just met this monster. Sans, on the other hand, knew exactly why he looked ashamed of himself. If they happened to buy more girls than just Frisk, they could either be dead, captured, tortured, or on the run right now instead of standing in the Dreemurr's entrance hallway attending the brat's party. Sans didn't know which was worse.

"the timing couldn't have been better, az," the short skeleton replied sarcastically. "know if ya still got ketchup here?" he asked, completely changing the topic while he started walking towards the kitchen, Frisk on his heels. That was one thing, on top of everything else, that she would always remember: stay very close to your master when in an unfamiliar environment. Though, she wasn't sure what she would do had she been on her own in that unfamiliar place.

"Please, make yourself at home and have fun," Asriel said to the others before following the two back into the kitchen, Chara following behind him.

Glancing around the room, the red-eyed girl couldn't see any of the sharp knives. The Dreemurrs were prepared for her. She didn't notice earlier because the chocolate had distracted her, the remnants still on the island. She was restless. It's been a while since she's seen real, fresh blood with her own eyes, and it was clear to her that the new girl hadn't been hurt to the point where she's bleeding in a while. Chara clenched her hands into fists to keep them from twitching.