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NOTE: This work does very little mentioning of Chara, other dimensions, and is after the Pacifist Playthrough. There is a lot less subplot threads than Reckoning Tale or Conduit Tale. It was just something I always wanted to make. Enjoy.:)

 

Two Weeks After Frisk Freed the Underground . . .

 

“Oh, Majesty,” Papyrus said coming inside. “I present Lawyer.”

Toriel watched as Lawyer entered the castle. “Asgore is not present right now.”

“You are still the queen,” Lawyer said. “This is just a minor issue, but an issue nonetheless.” Lawyer took a seat in front of her. “Now, the human, this Frisk that disappeared?”

“We gave you recordings from Mettaton’s shows. Several people spoke of the child. It is even seen on security cameras,” Toriel said. “It exists and shouldn’t be here in order for us to gain our freedoms. The little dear went home.”

“Well, the little dear is how old?” Lawyer asked.

“Perhaps eight? One doesn’t quite know,” Toriel answered.

Lawyer scratched his head. “Look. According to these recordings you gave us, there is some questionable-“

“Monsters were scared of humans and defended themselves. He was okay, and so was everyone else.” Toriel nipped that in the bud before it could start. “We are ready to maintain a peaceful relationship with humans.”

“That’s not what we are addressing.” The lawyer pulled out some photos from his briefcase. “According to not only several eyewitnesses but even on security cameras it seems that you secured this child as your child.”

Well, that had changed. “Yes, but the child went back to its home,” Toriel assured him.

“But, for the same reasons you are still queen, once accepted, royalty can’t be rejected in the monster’s kingdom. Now, clear and just out there it’s nothing, but a simple courtcase later and she is knee deep in trouble.” Lawyer pulled out more documents. “Eventually, this child that you claimed as yours, with plenty of proof showing such will grow up. When she does, things could get messy.”

Toriel shrugged. “How?”

“If she’s a girl. Now, you say Frisk is a boy, others say it’s a girl. Let’s assume for a moment that we know a hundred percent that she is a girl and we will reference her as such for this conversation,” Lawyer addressed her.  “Well, for one, as I said it wouldn’t be granted right away, but a simple court case highlighting this evidence and the man she takes as her husband could become a technical prince. In fact, according to the popular proof, and how many people there are compared to the number of monsters, it is fair to say whoever she marries could actually overthrow the monster kingdom.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t good. “There are no humans in our kingdom.”

“Technically, no, but human law will always. Well, I.” He wiggled his hand. “Off the record, humans have been known to make things happen. Like say the day of the wedding, a bill miraculously passed enforcing you to take 100,000 humans in the next state into your kingdom.”

Toriel leaned herself deeply back in her chair. “That’s madness.”

“No, it gets madder. Royalty is not something that should be played with. New players aren’t welcomed inside of it,” Lawyer said. “While many humans practice different governments, we still have several human monarchies. Those monarchies have different laws within each of them, with some not being so nice. Even if this Frisk belongs to the monster kingdom as your daughter, one of the other monarchies could claim her as their queen, and take over the monster kingdom as well.”

“Claiming as a queen?” Toriel asked. “They just. How would one do that?”

“Some have it through marriage, and some have it through consummation.”

Toriel blinked wide. Twice. “Consummation?”

“Yes, as long as the relationship is consummated with footage a marriage can follow within one year.”

“I-I don’t quite understand,” Toriel said. “Someone would woo her? Footage?”

“That’s cute,” the lawyer chuckled. “No. I’m afraid it probably wouldn’t be anything like that.”

Toriel started to tap her chair. “They could claim my monster kingdom, by simply doing something barbaric as taking someone?!”

“Yes, which puts everything into a bit of a position,” Lawyer said. “You see, having a human own a monster kingdom would give a kingdom twice as much leverage and that’s not good.”

“Not good? Size of the kingdom?” Toriel stood up. “Let’s go back to the fact that you humans are absolutely barbaric beings!”

“Only some, only individual monarchies. Some have but a piece of paper and a ceremony. Some have to include a marriage and consummation. Some, um. Well, some actually have to have the bride’s permission.”

“I think I am going to faint.” Toriel tried to steady herself.

“Yes, and because of all of that terrible trouble, many regular humans would probably just try to kill it to prevent any kingdom becoming bigger. You see, about four hundred fifty years ago, all the kingdoms were distributed to a certain size,” Lawyer tried to explain. “Massive ones have tried to take on little ones, and it didn’t do very well. Now we still have many different kinds. Oligarchies, monarchies, we even have places of democracy, and some that are anarchy with no rules inside their borders. It is a pick and choose type of world outside the barrier.”

“So. When the child grows . . . if it’s found and it’s a girl. . .” Toriel added quickly. “It could be killed, forced to marry, or be placed into a position against its will that I do not even want to think about?”

“Yes. That’s why I thought I should it bring it to your attention directly,” he said. “Even if it’s not a girl, the threat of being able to join with another kingdom is still high, and would probably put it in direct danger.”

“Yes,” Toriel said stiffly. “Thank you, Lawyer. I shall talk with Asgore about it.”

“Honestly though, I don’t see how you are going to get much freedom if you don’t produce your bona-fide proof. I mean, there is no recording or films or anything of this flower actually getting powerful. Yes, he is found and spotted through the film, but just a regular harmless flower. Not to mention, everyone’s details of the events are sketchy at best. They don’t match.” Lawyer picked his briefcase back up. “If you want to gain more than the slight bit of property you have, and want to establish a friendly relationship with humans again, I don’t see much choice. You have to risk it and find it.”

“Yes,” Toriel said softly. “Fine, yes, thank you. Now please leave.”

She needed to talk to all of Frisk’s friends. Now.

 

“Good morning.” Toriel looked at everyone in her presence. Many of them met face to face not much more than a couple of weeks ago, not knowing about her being Queen. Some of them were even new to each other.

The Royal Scientist Alphys was rubbing her paws together. Undyne the Leader of the Royal Guards was by her side, with her arm around her. The famous Mettaton was spinning in a circle in boredom. Asgore was trying to smile at her lovingly, but wasn’t getting that love in return. Then the two sentries, Sans and Papyrus. One of them had been her knock-knock buddy and had just not known about it.

“Hello everyone,” she said addressing them all. “How are you?”

Alphys didn’t answer. Undyne gave a thumbs up.

“Do you truly care how I am?” Asgore asked her. Toriel’s nose flared slightly. “Oh. Being polite. Okay.”

“I am excellent!” Papyrus announced. “We are doing very well with our new job, aren’t we, Sans?” Sans just nodded.

“Well. I gathered us all here because I believe in the Underground we were all the closest to Frisk,” she said. “And I need to ask some questions about Frisk.”

“Okay, I’m ready!” Mettaton said “What would the queen like to know?”

“What gender, and how old was Frisk?” Queen Toriel asked simply.

“Frisk was no doubt a girl, about 18,” Mettaton answered.

“That’s wrong,” Undyne said. “Punk was a boy, around 12.”

“Uh?” Alphys looked toward Undyne. “Frisk was about 13. I agree that the human was a boy though.”

“None of those are correct,” Papyrus disagreed. “Frisk was a girl, and she was at least, according to what I’ve learned so far, 15. Maybe 16?”

“I believed Frisk was an eight year old boy,” Toriel said. “There was no doubt in my mind, I was talking to a little boy.”

“Toriel.” Asgore sighed. “I have to disagree. It made it even harder to fight, but it was definitely a young girl, about six or so.”

“Hm.” Toriel smiled at Sans. “What do you think the human had been?”

“Uh?” Sans shrugged. “You know? I don’t . . . Ten? Twelve? How come we all see something differently?”

“How come indeed.” This time, she looked toward Asgore. “Do you see what just happened? No one truly saw Frisk, or knows who or what it was.”

“Frisk was camouflaged. The barrier magic granted camouflage? Safety?” Asgore’s lovesick attitude nearly disappeared, now focused on Frisk. “Why did the human want safety before it was dropped in?”

 “I don’t know. It takes longer than the few seconds to fall for the barrier to grant something like that. However, I need you to look at this too, Asgore.” Toriel led him over toward the table that Lawyer had just been at. “If someone out there finds Frisk, look what they can make him or her do!”

Asgore looked through the papers. “This is dangerous. Has she contacted you back?”

“No,” Toriel said softly. “He simply walked out. Or she.”

“If we find her, then the truth can come out. We can receive more freedom and more trust.” He looked toward the papers.

“Mmm.”

Toriel looked toward her sentry friend, Sans, who was making the slight noise. “Yes?”

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share what’s on those papers? Maybe?”

Toriel looked toward Asgore. Should they do that?

“Perhaps the more that’s known, the more helpful they can be?” Asgore added. “They are Frisk’s friends, and she isn’t a civilian of the kingdom. Our honor should lie more with them.”

Toriel took a deep breath. “Don’t lose the papers. None of this information leaves this room.”

 

After seeing the papers . . .

 

“We should leave Frisk be,” Alphys spoke up first. Quite rare. “The child is a mystery right now. We could dig and find him or her, but as long as we don’t know, no one else will.”

“Yeah, that punk’s going to have to live with us for us to keep an eye on it,” Undyne agreed. “What do you think, Papyrus?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Papyrus said. “Sans is refusing to let me see the papers.”

“Sibling babying? Well, that could be an interesting show,” Mettaton noted.

Sans looked up briefly at Mettaton then back toward the papers.

“What if someone does find Frisk?” Toriel asked. “I mean, we have to find legitimate proof, without involving him or her.”

“The child was like a strange dream, coming through the Underground, saving it, and then leaving forever,” Asgore said. “I agree with the Royal Scientist. We should leave this be. If she is found, then the consequences will be dealt with at that time.”

“If he or she is found,” Toriel corrected Asgore. “Still, if we don’t at least pretend to look, everyone will be disheartened. We are to the surface but we have no property. We have to work with humans this time around, not just go stealing souls and busting through. It doesn’t work and we will not repeat that past, but it must be incredibly hard for everyone.” Toriel looked back toward Sans who was still flipping through the papers. “Sans? What do you think?”

 

What did he think? The worst thing that kid could have done for itself was free the monsters. While they were technically ‘free’, he or she now had a gigantic target on their back. “I think we should trap the kid now and make it stay so nothing happens later on.”

“Trap Frisk?” Toriel didn’t seem to agree. “We can’t just trap the child. It saved us.”

“If we don’t trap it now, we’ll just have to trap it later. If we’re lucky.” Sans didn’t want to take it away from its life any more than she did, but this was dangerous. Real dangerous. “We can work out contracts and stuff after its old enough to sign.”

“Noted,” Toriel said to him, yet he could tell it wasn’t even considered.

“Toriel,” Asgore said, “I agree with most here. No more sacrifice. We will find a way without bringing her into it.”

“Or him into it,” Toriel said. “We know nothing of it.”

“Except that it got us out of the mountain,” Sans said with no fuss. “Who cares whether it was boy, girl, 8 or 16? Frisk was a good human. Leaving it out there, I’m telling you, it’s a bad idea.”

“Well, we have to search for it,” Asgore said to Toriel. “True freedom comes with it.”

“I don’t know.” Toriel sighed. “We just need proof that the child lives.”

“Yes, proof,” Asgore agreed. “There must be pictures out there.”

“Umm . . .” Alphys looked toward Sans. “Sans is . . . well, this is . . .”

“Yes, pictures but leave it be!” Mettaton agreed. “You can’t be burning in the spotlight, if the spotlight can’t find you.”

“I believe it’s decided then,” Toriel agreed.

“I don’t know,” Papyrus said. He tried to glance at the papers, but Sans moved them away. “Sans is often a real bonehead, but when he gets like that, all secret-secret, it’s best to follow my Brother.”

“We can’t trap the one who saved us,” Toriel said boldly. “It is not an option. It must be out there, it strived to get out there.”

“Put everything into finding Frisk now, and we got a better a chance.” Sans didn’t give up. “If it’s with family, kidnap that then. That’s what it wanted, right? Grab it. Look, none of those humans are going to enter our kingdom for the human yet, it’s too young. Disable the boards, the tables change. No fighting with souls but with bodies. The enemies would be goners.”

“Delusional,” Asgore said. “Disabling the boards? That’s not even possible.”

“Naw,” Sans said. “It could be done with two Skeletons.”

“It can be,” Papyrus agreed with Sans. “We know how to do it, Majesty. Someone showed us . . . a long time ago.”

“Frisk deserves to go out there and live its life, just as we all do,” Toriel insisted. “I’m sorry, Sans, I, Queen Toriel, will not accept it.”

“We should find proof of Frisk’s existence, without finding Frisk, if it comes to that,” Asgore agreed. “We can’t put the child through peril.”

“If they can’t find the child, then it is safer,” Papyrus said, “I suppose. But, if we can’t find the child, the humans will never trust us either. Would they?”

“Stalemate,” Sans agreed with Papyrus. “The Great Papyrus should be heard.”

“Everyone is being heard,” Toriel said.

“Somehow, I doubt that,” Sans said, a little more snippety than his usual self.

“Maybe . . .” Alphys tried again. “Okay, um! I agree with Sans and Papyrus now, what they say makes sense. Especially about the boards, if they have that abiliity. Give Frisk and her family asylum. Humans mature fast anyhow. Plus, our chances of finding Frisk now are much better than if we try to start later.”

“Secure Frisk. Trap Frisk in this mountain?” Toriel snorted. “I can’t believe I am hearing this. All Frisk wanted was to escape. The human didn’t want to be an ambassador and it had places to go. It didn’t want to stay. No, I can’t grant that.”

“We only need to find some proof Frisk exists. Not the human personally,” Asgore agreed with Toriel. “No, the decision stands. Unless it’s absolutely necessary, no one will attempt to find the actual human.”

 

Fourteen Years Later . . .

 

“Ooh. That was a falling star,” Mettaton said, pointing to the sky. “How pretty. It’s nice to see the meteor shower.”

“Yep, it’s awesome,” Undyne agreed. “What do you think, Alphys?”

Alphys tried to look up with Undyne, but her eyes always focused on below. Where there were always several hundred humans with shining red lights trained to fire upon any monster that dared to get past the line. They were all technically on the free area. Not Underground. Monsters could see freedom, but they couldn’t leave into society yet. “Yep. Pretty.” She wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but she didn’t want to drive Undyne crazy.

 

Frank Clipper held out his ID to all the military and police as he entered a pair of gates. He waited as they were unlocked for him. He walked for about half a mile before he moved into a second line of military and military tanks. He continued on his way up as he saw two monsters being watched, observed, and guns pointed at as they watched the meteor show from the cliff of the mountain. He climbed a ladder that he’d climbed several times already and moved past the lady monsters.

Things he did for his job.

As he reached the inside of the cliff, he saw the two sentries. One was tall, rigid. The other stood up straight as well, but he looked more humble.

“Lawyer,” he said to each of them. He pulled out his ID once again to them. They should be expecting him. He was instructed to never give the monsters any personal information and to use the addressal as his own name. Each sentry moved out of the way as he headed down toward the castle.

 

“Sans, I will stand guard here,” Papyrus said. “You go stand guard at the castle. Watch Lawyer.”

“Right, Bro.” Sans teleported his way to the castle, beating Lawyer. Not many humans came into their domain except for legal and regal reasons. His world had changed a lot in fourteen years. He went from surviving Underground day by day, staring at snow to really living.

And watching out for much more than snow. Papyrus and him guarded the cliff entrance that was their property. Technically, monsters even came out on the grass down below. However, night and day there was a militia of humans who always had their weapons aimed at them.

Having taken a lot of what the young Frisk stood for to heart, the monsters did not push and tried to exist side by side. While they could technically railroad their way and easily attain seven souls (and more), past experience showed that humans were wily creatures and their souls were strong.

A human child alone traversed the Underground. Human souls were STRONG.

Instead, the monsters stayed back and strived for peace. Being able to come out each night and see the stars was a relief that many monsters took advantage of. Being able to touch grass and feel sun. The feeling of being trapped wasn’t as strong anymore.

However, that didn’t change the fact that while some monsters enjoyed the night skies and the lovely twenty feet of grass beneath their feet of the cliff . . . humans always had their weapons trained on them. Most monsters wouldn’t be able to move fast enough if something happened, like a human got trigger-happy.

So, both Sans and Papyrus now had a real important job. If a human weapon went off ‘accidentally’ (and it had on more than one occasion), they each needed to use their powers to quickly amend the problem before a monster got hurt.

Yeah. They weren’t watching snow anymore. While most monsters would probably say ‘ow’ or maybe even ‘that tickled’, it could very well kill a weak monster.

Frisk had already made a confident improvement in Sans when they first reached the outside almost fourteen years ago. That strength helped him keep going and staying strong. He still joked and got along with everyone, but he had a serious responsibility he understood now too.

Even Papyrus found himself now having to rely on Sans. Both of them had to trust in each other to stay alert. They weren’t ‘sentries watching snow’, nor was Papyrus training to be a royal guard. They found their place, and even though life wasn’t exactly fair, there was still a sense of freedom.

Especially since they also had their teleportation power other monsters didn’t have, as well as gifted intelligence. It gave them almost exclusive rights to the authorization permit badges that allowed a monster to leave the area. However, they only got to use them when royalty deemed it okay.

They used it a lot in the beginning to learn about the outside world, in order to know how to protect themselves. They learned how to drive cars, motorcycles, and even semi-trucks. They each learned at least three different types of human languages.

They taught themselves about humans and their weapons, their strange culture, and anything else they could. Fighting wasn’t all just magic, it was about intellect too, and contrary to belief, Sans and Papyrus had that more than anyone knew. But one of the best tools in the trade?

Being underestimated could show someone’s true colors to them real quick. Especially when said person didn’t know that cursory glance just judged everything about them.

 

 “Well?” King Asgore asked, yet again. “Any progress at all?”

The lawyer brought out a document. “Freedom without authorization did not pass. Any extra temporary passes didn’t pass. Freedom from human’s attacking outside borders without justifiable cause did not pass. You have earned an extra five feet of legal land.”

“Only an extra five feet?” King Asgore looked toward Queen Toriel. “That brings us only twenty five feet in fourteen years.”

“Quite,” Queen Toriel agreed. “That is ridiculous. What about any of our proof?”

“While all monsters have been amiable and followed the rules correctly, the loss of six human children still has a lot of weight,” the lawyer said. “Also, the case of the missing child who helped destroy the barrier?”

“He is a flower,” King Asgore said. “Everything he says is pure evil though. You can’t believe his words.”

“Uh huh. It’s just that a flower who turned into a powerful . . .” He waves his hands around. “ . . . yada, yada, broke the barrier and went back to a flower? We’ve repeated this enough. He won’t give you anything good.” Lawyer checked his papers. “Instead, it’s just complaints of abuse about being used as an experiment. The only reason your scientist Alphys hasn’t faced any scrutiny is because he mysteriously disappeared months ago. Yes, while you may not want to hear it, people do believe him, and believe the disappearance could be foul play. Abuse is a large human thing.”

“It is also a large monster thing,” Queen Toriel said.

“While you say this, you do have boards for fighting,” the lawyer said.

“To help curb mistakes,” King Asgore said. “You must understand that. While monsters tend to fight, we rarely kill each other. Boards do not encourage fighting.”

“They encourage understanding,” Toriel backed him up. “Seeing inside each other, seeing the power level or what each other needs? It prevents the loss of life, it doesn’t contribute to it.”

“Uh. Yes.” Lawyer pulled out something else from his briefcase. “Then of course there is the case of the miracle child who somehow made it from the top of the imprisonment, fought the immensely powerful . . . flower,” he said with doubt, “and just disappeared.”

“He didn’t disappear,” Queen Toriel insisted.

“She didn’t disappear,” King Asgore said.

“It was a boy, Asgore.” Queen Toriel insisted again.

“I am certain still it was a girl,” King Asgore said back to his wife.

The lawyer held two fingers on the side of his face. “The fact you don’t even know something as simple as the gender continues to poke holes.” He scratched the side of his face gently. “And with only a first name of ‘Frisk’, we can’t get much.”

“It’s not her fault,” King Asgore said. “All of you humans hide your full names. Why, you’ve yet to reveal your first name, Lawyer.”

“I am just following instructions,” the lawyer said. “I’m sorry, but until some real justification can be ascertained, most will not consider the pacifist child or flower theory.”

“You can see her on all the recordings,” King Asgore insisted, his voice rising but trying to stay calm.

“He is clearly on there,” Queen Toriel agreed with King Asgore. “We’ve presented this several times.”

“It may have existed down here, but there is no proof that the he or she that conquered the flower actually did anything. Look, fact is?” He closed his briefcase. “Most people believe you collected seven souls to get out, and you are lying about it.”

“We are not!” King Asgore stood up and slammed his fist down. “We are not lying. If we had taken seven souls, we would not have stopped and cooperated with you humans! We have even hired a private investigator of your kind.”

“He even said he found something,” Queen Toriel said. “A first accidental photographer. He will be here tonight to meet you and share the pictures of the child on the cliff with us.”

Lawyer didn’t look like he believed them. “Then where is he?”

“Perhaps running late?” The Queen insisted. “Please. The photographs, they should be authenticated. It should be enough.”

“If these photographs you claim he has found are real, then yes, but I’ve got to get going today. You’ve got ten minutes for him to show up,” the lawyer insisted, “before I am out of here again.”

“Ten minutes?!”

“Ten. Minutes.”

“Sans!” King Asgore roared. He turned around and faced his sentry. “You must go see PI Guy, right away.”

“Yes, Majesty.” Sans was expecting something like that. Whenever they had to do something outside of the Underground quickly, it was usually him or Papyrus, so he’d already met PI Guy more than once. Sans was actually the communique between him and the royal family when he had something.

 

PI Guy’s Office

 

“PI Guy?” He looked around. He didn’t seem to be in his office. Maybe he was at his house?

 

PI Guys’ House

Sans teleported to his house. He’d only been there once before, but he had the address and it was only a couple of blocks from his office. “PI Guy, yo, you here?” He looked at the walls. Photos of PI Guy and his family adorned it all around. He looked around the lower part of the house, but found nothing. When he teleported to the top of the stairs though, he saw traces of human blood on the floor.

Oh no. He looked into the room. It was a human blood bathed room, with the remains still visible. PI Guy had an open empty briefcase nearby him, and a woman from the family photos was dead lying in bed. Remembering more people in the photos, he checked the other rooms.

PI Guy. Wife. Two kids, one boy and one girl. They were all killed with human weapons. Definitely guns.

 

Underground: Castle

 

Sans teleported back. “I found PI Guy,” Sans said as he addressed King Asgore. “He’s dead in his house, and so’s his wife and kids.” He heard the queen gasp slightly, and saw that King Asgore and Lawyer were visibly shaken. It wasn’t a monster thing to get bent out of shape about death right away. If they did, then fighting would have been harder to survive for his kind.

King Asgore bowed his head. “Unfortunate.”

Sans didn’t say much. Although killing a human wasn’t a big deal, the fact that they needed him right then didn’t bode well for why he died. Not to mention the tragic loss of family. That was brutal and not needed. No matter whom they fought, who did that to family?

“That’s terrible news. I will summon law enforcement there right away,” the lawyer said. “Under the circumstances, I am very sorry about this news.”

“The death of innocents.” Tori closed her eyes. “He must have dug deeper than we warned him.”

“You want me to check his office?” Sans asked. He was good at digging up information. It would be a waste to go back to the house, most likely there was nothing there if the place was already ransacked, and getting himself involved in a human’s grisly ‘death scene’ could point fingers back toward the monsters. They had enough of that going on.

“Yes, Sans,” King Asgore gave him permission. “Please.”

 

PI Guy’s Office

 

Sans took off and went back to the office. He fumbled around it for a bit. Most likely, it would be a dead end too. He walked around the desk, opened drawers, but didn’t see much. However, he heard sounds from outside, and overheard one of them saying to work fast.

He simply transported himself to the side of a filing cabinet. All he needed to see was what the filthy humans were carrying.

“Check the desk and the drawers, we can’t afford to be sloppy.” The one speaking had a file with some blood on it.

Bingo. Liking the complete ease of it, yet hating the cleanup, Sans fired a single barrage of bones at them. Both of them were dead within seconds. Their souls floated above, but the goal was always to injure the body so bad, the soul couldn’t return to it. He strolled over and picked up the file. It had an interesting word on it he hadn’t seen in 14 years.

A word that caused an instant reaction to his soul. A memory trip into bad times, better times, promises, and regrets.

FRISK.