Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 103: The Wife and The Owner

Alphys took on a few more cases before it was time to tackle the bigger ones. She watched Sans come into the room, easily sitting down in front of her. “Sans the Skeleton.”

“Hey,” he said. “That was another slice of hell. Guessing Gaster figured out how to position us when we came through,” he said. “What with the soft room and nice pillows. Made remembering the feeling of a meat cleaver cutting through the bone . . . a little more tolerable.”

“Yeah.” She knew that well. “Welcome home, Sans.”

“Heh. Home.” Sans squeezed the sides of his chair. “So, is she here too?”

“Well, first I have to ask you some questions. Protocol,” Alphys said. “Who is your closest friend?”

“My Brother, Papyrus,” Sans said. “I’m guessing that’s the answer you wanting? Relation? Non-relation? Doesn’t matter? Where’s Frisk?”

“We’ll get to that point,” she said. “The one you love? Wife or girlfriend?” Alphys asked. “Or multiple?”

“Frisk,” Sans said. “Looking to know about Frisk, Alphys. Can we can this yet?”

“Almost. I’m sorry, it’s my job.” Alphys brought out his papers and pulled out the one she needed to fill out. “Can you describe the two sets of memories you have? Just a few tidbits is usually enough.” Alphys brought out her pencil once again. “Original Time is optional as usually it is the other two lives that make the most difference in the final decision between what you and/or what your immediate family and/or loved ones truly want.”

“That’s a hard phrase to remember,” Sans said. “Fine, I remember my first stream of memories. The Reckoning. I remember her being trapped as Princess Frisk, but only for a matter of months. I remember escaping the Underground several times, up and down, and having to deal with parallel me’s that were copies. I remember vouching as Asriel as the new King, and escaping to a new paradise. I remember almost losing Frisk, but then she joined with another Princess copy. Then . . . that’s what I remember for that one.”

“Great, so you remember Frisk.” Alphys wrote it down cheerily. “Fun Level 74.”

“Yeah,” Sans said, “but does she remember me?” He held up a pamphlet. “Cause I don’t care what this shit says, just ‘cause it wasn’t ceremonial and only traditional doesn’t mean squat. She's my wife. And those twin souls inside her, those little monsters are mine too.”

She wasn’t going to be able to hold him back longer. “Frisk hasn’t been processed yet. I will let you know when she is,” Alphys said. “Your other memory?”

“This place is just nuts! It’s got monsters and humans and lines, and more lines . . . does it ever quit? Is this what you really do now, Alphys?” Sans leaned back further.

“There’s more,” Alphys said. “There’s school. There’s jobs. There are malls. There’s small country living. There’s big Urban scapes. We practically plucked whole villages and cities sometimes. There’s everything, with more being built. Although this world is getting pretty big, the other planets have to naturally progress along with their building. It takes longer.”

“Oh. I kind of think I want one of those,” Sans said. “I like simple.”

“Well, we’ll see, but I need your second memory,” Alphys stated. “Do you remember being a dog?”

“No, just met the dog me.”

“Do you remember being King Sans?”

“Uhhh . . .”

“Do you remember owning Frisk?”

“I owned Frisk?”

Well. She knew it. Level five. “Do you remember losing a lot of the Underground?”