Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 91: Everyone is leaving Ol' Sans

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Time: One Month since the first visit to the Original Dimension

Fun Level 65: Magi is Here

“Gotta get it, gotta get it.”

“Don’t. Have. Ta get it.”

Frisk couldn’t listen to Sans as she reached clear in the back of the cupboard space. There was a rough spot on the wood in the cupboard. It was some kind of stain that probably was sticky at some point. She was on top of the stove, holding her body up as high as possible, trying to get a good enough grip to scrub it off. “I-Can-Get-” But, the oven top was slippery, of course.

Frisk was used to tumbles, but working for Sans at least made that easier. He even chuckled as he held her up in the air. She hated that part though, it was like he was making fun of her. She shook her hands and feet in the air before he brought her down next to him. “That wasn’t nice.”

“That wasn’t necessary,” Sans said. “Don’t make me take more determination again. It feels weird doing that.”

Maybe, but he’d probably get used to it. Frisk looked back toward the cupboard. Mocking her, she could feel it. She’d been working for Sans for nearly a month now. At first, it was unnerving. It was still strange when he took her out of the house and introduced her to his friends, like she was someone normal. Not human.

Lupin did come over to visit, and she was looking into anything she could, but Frisk so far was okay. She didn’t want to say for a fact that life would be wonderful, but Sans himself was a good monster. He never hurt her. In fact, at times he even spoiled her. The only thing Frisk worried about was someone seeing how easy he was, and trying to hurt him to get to her. He did have some levitation magic, but she didn’t really know how powerful he’d been. She never saw him display any power . . . that dang little spot in the cupboard, she could just imagine it up there still. It should have been taken out ages ago. Ages and ages ago.

Frisk heard Sans snap his fingers at her.

“Hey. No,” he said. “Forget it, no more of that. Take a break, let’s go watch some TV.”

Just one simple spot. Like an itch she couldn’t scratch. “What do you want me to make for lunch?”

“Nothing, going out.” He turned around and left. Seeing her chance, Frisk tried to scramble back up to hit that spot, but felt herself instead gliding into the next room.

“Like I said, we’re going out.” Sans held the syringe. “This still feels really weird. Tell me if it hurts human, ‘cause I really can’t tell. I’m Skeleton. Not a lot hurts me.”

Frisk held out the center in her hand. As long as he extracted from a soul connecting area, usually the middle of her palm, she would be fine. She didn’t even feel her determination leave. Sans however, always gave the syringe to her afterward. Her determination, her mess kind of thing. It wasn’t drippy or anything. Determination was more dry, like compact sand. It even sparkled in the right light like a jewel.

She just always threw it away, same as her previous owner. What would she do with something as worthless as it? She still felt drawn to get back to that cupboard, but a little less so. She could wait a bit. Maybe when he went to sleep. He did sleep hard. “Where do you wish to go?”

“Your choice. Anywhere you want,” Sans said. “Pick a place, I don’t care where.”

She hated when he did that. Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. She moved to get it and saw a lady skeleton at the door. “Greetings, ma’am.”