Revolution Tale Ch 4 con.
âFrisk please hold still, I donât want to accidentally prick you.â Nanny Obedience begged, trying to pin the day pass to Frisks' coat. The child, who was bouncing excitedly, ready to go on more adventures, did their best to hold still for a moment. Around them monsters and humans alike were giving them curious glances, wondering why a child was going to be set free into the monster reservation.Â
âAre you sure this is a good idea, miss?â One of the soldiers whispered to the nanny, âThey are just a child.â
âIt is what the general wishes. Plus this child is stronger than they lookâ She straightened Frisks collar, âAlright, you remember what the professor told you right?âÂ
Frisk nodded, looking around at all the monsters walking past.Â
âGood. You be careful, okay? And please try to-Frisk!â The child ran off as the nanny was talking, having caught sight of a familiar face. Obedience shook her head, climbing back into the carriage. âTake me home please.Â
Frisk didnât even look back as the carriage drove off, their delight at spotting Toriel giving them tunnel vision.Â
âOh my!â Toriel laughed, looking down at the child who had just wrapped their arms around her skirts. âIf it isnât my new friend.â She looked around, âWhat are you doing here? Didnât Sans take you home yesterday, as he promised?âÂ
Frisk nodded energetically then showed Toriel the day pass. At first she was confused, looking around again, as if someone was going to pop out and yell âHaha! We got you!â And arrest her. But no, there was no danger, only human hating monsters. Dirty looks came from every side, but when they saw who the human was with they nodded respectfully, and scurried away. It wasnât a secret that MayorAsgoreâs wife was a human sympathizer, but if you wanted to stay out of trouble you wouldnât bother her about it.Â
Such action would lead to a cup of tea with the Mayor, he never yelled, but the disappointment in his big doe eyes was enough to dust a person, makeing you feel guilty about your behavior without ever raising his voice. And if that werenât bad enough, if Sans found out you had been disrespectful, you would feel that guilt running up and down your spine for weeks. No, it was best to say nothing and hurry past.Â
âWould you like to come over for some pie? Iâm sure Flowie would love to see you again.â
Frisk fidgeted, obviously wanting to say yes, but then pointing to their pass again.
âI see, you are here to visit Sans. Well, lucky for you I just saw him a moment ago at Muffetâs Connivance, Iâll take you there.â She took the Childâs hand and started back the way she had come. âIâll have to drop you off outside and then make my escape. Sans and I have a habit of talking for too long, and I have to get back to my laundry.â She smiled
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âHow about I trade you something instead?â Muffet waved one of her hands around, motioning to the shelves of products behind her. The store was empty but for her and Sans, who was leaning against the counter.Â
âtemptinâ, but i need the g.â He smiled.Â
âCome on Sans. OH! I know, I can set you up at Grillbyâs with one of my girls.â
âFine!â She opened the cash register with a ring and angrily picked out five gold coins. âTake. My. G. You. Jerk.â She snapped each gold pice on the counter individually.Â
âthank you.â He swiped the coins off the counter. âswindler wants more cider. offering one bag of flour for every two cases.â Â
âOne for two? Hardly seems fair.âÂ
âi talked him down from one for five.â
Muffet pulled a face, annoyed.Â
âi could tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.â
âNo, no. I need the flour. Fine. Iâll have it by tonight. The usual place.â She sighed, closing the cash drawer. âOh by the way, did you get the note to Papyrus?âÂ
Sans placed the coins in his pocket, âi was meaninâ to ask you about that.â He leaned back over the counter. âwhat in the world does âskeleton undergroundâ mean?âÂ
âI thought you werenât interested in the âyou know whatâ.â She teased.
âi ainât, and if anything happens to pap because you and him are passing notes iâll raise this store to the ground.â He shrugged, âbut the humans seemed to know what it meant, so if iâm gonnaâ protect pap i gotta know what it meant.âÂ
Muffet pouted, âyou donât have to threaten me.â She looked around to make sure no one was listening, and whispered, âAs for the note, I was hoping you would know. My spy was only able to send out the two words, and I havenât herd from him since.â Â
âwhere did he go missing?â Sans leaned in closer, if he could just figure out what it meant, then he could know if it was a threat or not.Â
Behind him the door opened wide with the tinkle of bells and the exited babbling of a toddler. Sans stiffened and cursed under his breath.Â
âIs that yours?â Muffet asked. Frisk ran up to the skeleton, hopping and waving their hands about.Â
âunfortunately,â Sans looked at the kid, wondering how they had found him, then out the window he spotted Toriel waving to him. He sighed and waved back. Next to him Frisk had noticed the pastry case and was pressing their face up against the glass, admiring the doughnuts. Muffet retrieved one of the pastries for the child. âHow did that happen?â
âit's a long story, and i ainât got time. iâll be seeing you around.â He pushed off the counter and headed to the door, but Muffet caught him by the collar, pointing down to the little sign in the case. âDoughnuts 2Gâ. Sans grumbled and dropped two coins into the spiders outreached palm.Â
âPleasure doing business with you,â She cackled, the cash register chiming.
Outside the streets were bustling. Monsters going every witch way, crammed together in the space. Sans weaved easily through the crowed, Frisk hot on his heals. Â
He looked down at the smiling child. ânow what?â He mumbled to himself, as someone bumped into him.
âPardon me.â They said.
âno problem fella.â Sans responded, then opened his previously empty hand. In it was a folded up pice of paper and three G. He placed the coins in his pocket and unfolded the paper, stepping out of the flow of traffic, pulling Frisk along with him. Then he broke off a pice of their doughnut and chewed it as he read. âeasy enough,â he said to himself again, crumpling up the paper and adding it to his pocket.Â
âso. what to do about you then?â He leaned back against the store front they were stood in front of, contemplating the best corse of action. âalright,â He clapped his hands, âyou go visit tori.â He pushed Frisk in the direction of Torielâs house. âwalk straight down this road till you hit the wall, then turn right. itâs her laundry day today, so she will probably be in the front. anyway you know what her house looks like.âÂ
Frisk grabbed his hand, shaking their head.Â
âlisten kid. i know you donât understand this, but youâre bad for business and i gotta work. no ones gonna wanna hire me of your hangin around. plus i gotta go see a friend and sheâŠdoesnât like visitors. so go on, go.â He pushed them off again and turned to walk down the street. âhope tori wont mindâ He mumbled, preparing to take a short cut. Frisk, unwilling to let him get away so easily, tackled him from behind.Â
âwhat the he-â Sans managed to yelp, before the two of them disappeared from the street.Â
The city of New Home sat on the knees of Mount Ebott. A tall proud mountain, covered in trees and other thick foliage. It wasnât a place to go for a nice hike, since people were known to go completely missing with no warning in the dense forest. Monsters said humans were hiding in the trees to kill unsuspecting monsters. Humans said it was monsters waiting to eat hapless humans. Both said it was very much hunted. So no one ever stepped foot up the mountain, it was more trouble than it was worth.Â
In actuality the forest was a very nice place to be. A place where animals lived happily. Small streams wove through the land scape to eventually come to gather into a river, that then led into a great waterfall that seemed to have no end. The sun shone brightly and the sky was blue. Despite all the rumors it was a perfectly peaceful place. That is until Sans and Frisk burst into existence, tumbling a few feet before finally coming to a stop.Â
Sans moaned, sitting up slowly, checking his bones for any major injuries. âkid?â He slowly tilted his head from side to side, it was a little sore, but not too bad. âkid, if you died, donât tell me. i donât wanna know.â Â
Frisk popped up from where they had landed, waving to Sans to let him know they were okay.Â
âwonderful.â He signed. âlook kid, you canât jump me when iâm takinâ a short cut. i know i make it look easy, but it takes some concentratinâ.â Sans got to his feet and dusted his pants off, Frisk copying him. âwheres my hat?âÂ
The two of them began searching for the hat, Frisk dug in fallen leaves, looked under rocks, and behind trees. Behind one particular tree, just beyond Sans, Frisk saw something strange. Something white, and floaty. Something that was looking back. A ghost. Without so much as a shout, Frisk took off into the forest.Â
âthere it isâ Sans put his hat back on, ânow where are we.â He looked around himself, at the sky, at the nearby stream. âright, okay. kid come here, iâm takinâ you baaaaa-aaand their gone.â Sans watched as Frisk disappeared behind a standing of trees. âpapyrus was never this much work.âÂ
âoh, hey blooks, whatchaâ doinâ so far down the mountain?âÂ
âAlphys needed a specific plant. Golden root. It doesnât grow up near the mill.â Napstablook floated out from around the tree,
âright, too cold. i think i saw some just over here.â Sans waltzed over and pointed at a cluster of golden flowers growing in direct sunlight.
âAlphys is going to be so happy we found this.â
âis she out here too?â
âYah, sheâs just over-â
A scream cut through the air. Napstablook jumped and hid behind Sans, who sighed.Â
Frisk hadn't gone very far before getting control of themselves. It was silly to be running away from Sans in a forest where they didnât know where they were. Even if there was a ghost. They turned around to head back.Â
A little yellow monster was watching them, standing statue still, eyes wide. They stared at each other for a few moments. Then Frisk waved, and the monster screamed.
âWh-what! H-how did you get up here!?â The Monster dashed behind a tree. âG-go away!âÂ
For some reason Frisk felt a twinge of accomplishment at the sight of the yellow monster, but they pushed it out of the way and walked over to her. Trying to calm the monster down, making âItâs okay I won't hurt youâ sounds. Â
âNo. no. Go away! P-please!â She walked backwards around the tree, âstop fallow-ah!â She tripped on a root and fell over backwards.Â
âalphys?â Sans walked into the clearing, Napstablook right behind.Â
âSans, t-thank g-goodness. You have t-to help me! Theres a-a human here!âÂ
Sans helped her to her feet. âuh, yah. i can explain that actually.âÂ
At that moment Frisk saw Napstablook again and panicked. Running over to hide behind Sans. This in turn frightened Alphys, who ran around to be on the other side of Sans.
âHere Alphys, we found the golden root.â Napstablook floated forward, holding out the flowers. Frisk, scooted around Sans to be further away from the ghost, making Alphys squeak in fear, and scoot around to be further away from the human.
âthats enough ring around the skeleton.â Sans laughed, grabbing them both, setting them on opposite sides of himself. Â
âHow did a human get here?â Alphys asked, keeping her distance from Frisk, apprehensive.
âthatâs sort of my fault actually. i was coming here and they, wellâŠjumped me.â Sans looked down at Frisk who was still cowering behind him.âkid, what are you doing?âÂ
Frisk pointed a shaky finger at Napstablook.Â
âwhat? blook? you tellnâ me youâll willingly run into a slum full of monsters, but ghosts are where you draw the line?âÂ
Frisk shook their head and buried their face into Sansâ shirt. âcome on, whats one more monster?â
âTechnically Iâm not a monster though. Iâm a dead human.â
âstill.â Sans pushes Frisk toward Napstablook. âkid this is napstablook. blook this is frisk.â Frisk walked forward tentatively.Â
âOh, um, hello,â Napstablook waved. âItâs nice to meet youâ
âthere see. you stop beeinâ scared, and you got to meet a real live ghost.âÂ
Napstablook paused, repeating Sansâ words to himself, then realized the pun. âS-sans! Thats not funny!âÂ
âheh heh, sorry couldnât help it.â he shrugged. âal we found your golden root.â He looked around but she wasnât next to him any more, instead she was standing some ways off. âalphys? donât tell me your suddenly scared of the blooks too?â
âN-no. of corse not, itâs theâŠthem.â She points at frisk.Â
âreally? i know you don't like humans, but this is just a kid. they can't hurt you.â
âB-but they can tell other humans where I am. And b-besides y-you said you wouldnât bring anyone here u-unless you ask first.â She pouted.Â
âi didnât bring them here on purpose, they jumped me.â
âOhâŠw-well, t-they can still bring more humans here!â
ânah, like i said we took a short cut. even if the kid intended on tellinâ someone where you are, they couldnât.âÂ
Alphys stepped out from behind the tree. âAre you sure its safe?â
âPromise?â
ânever.â
âSans! Come on be serious!â
âDid I hear someone say Sans?â Came a voice from behind a grouping of trees. A tall pale man stepped into view. He was dressed in the latest French fashion. His long legs were made of ceramic and jointed like a dolls.Â
âOh my dear, there you are.â He simpered, gracefully walking over to Sans. âYou did have me worried, you know you were supposed to be here yesterday. You do remember that, donât you?â
âyah, sorry, i got a little tied up.â
âMmhmm? Well Iâm glad you finally came by. My readers would be devastated if they were deprived of my wisdom. One woman wrote asking me about what she should ware to a ball this evening. I guess she will have to just decide on her own. Come come, lets go to the mill. They can put the rest of my response in the morning run.âÂ
Without question the group fallowed behind Mettaton, except for Alphys. âWh-whait!â She stammered, fidgeting with the joints on her prosthetic claw. âI think maybe y-you should, um, take the human away?âÂ
Mettaton spun around gracefully, âHuman?â He spotted Frisk, and sauntered over. âForgive me, I didnât see you. Are you a rogue fan come to see Auntie Mettaton in person?âÂ
âdonât think the kid can read yet, ton.âÂ
âNonsense, your never too young for my advice.âÂ
âsânot what I meant.â
âLet me see. You probably want a bit of help with your colors, yes? Lucky for you I happen to have some swatches at the mill. Come now little star, I shall guide you on the path to fashionableness.â Mettaton took Frisk by the hand and led them away toward the mill.Â
âB-but! drat.â Alphys mumbled. Sans put a hand on her shoulder, the two of them fallowed behind the group.Â
He was about ninety percent sure that the kid was nothing to worry about, just a bit of a nuisance really. But that other ten percent, that nagging feeling that something wasnât quite right. He tried to look at the kids stats again, and as before they were normal. But for just a split second he thought he saw something, something hiding behind the normal. Then his socket began to ache so he closed it, running a finger over the cracks. It was hurting a lot more lately, maybe he wasnât getting enough sleep, or maybe the wether was changing.Â
âstorms rollin in.â He mumbled, looking at the perfectly blue sky.Â
The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. After about an hour, Alphys seemed to warm up to the presence of the child. Her mind turning from agitation to more important things. She struck up a conversation with Sans about her current experiment, taking him into the back room to ask his advice. He fallowed happily, always glad to be back in the apothecary.Â
Mettaton went about helping Frisk become a more fashionable young human. How to walk, how to stand, how to hold a tea cup in a way that told everyone else in the room that you were important and should be noticed. As for colors, Frisk was instructed to were more warm colors, such as red, and warned away from green in any form.Â
Napstablook was convinced into playing something on his fiddle so Mettaton could instruct Frisk in the ways of dance, which the child picked up rather quickly. âa star pupalâ Mettaton had commented, after barley tweaking the Childs posture. Â
âThere you go, one two three, one two three. You are a natural, little star.â Mettaton praised Frisk who giggled in happy response. âI havenât had a decent dance partner since before the accident.â He sighed wistfully â Ah but that was the past. Now is now. And now I have you little star.â He twirled Frisk.Â
When the sun began to set over the mountain Mettaton gave Sans his replies for the paper, baying him to take them quickly to the press to be printed. Sans assured him they would be on time, and that he would bring a copy as soon as it was available. Frisk said goodby to their new friends, and then took Sansâ hand.
Sans surprised himself by not being bothered by this, as he had been. Remembering back to a time when he and his brother would go everywhere hand in hand. It was hard not to get nostalgic with this kid around, and he wasnât sure he liked it. He shrugged it off, quickly doing the calculations in his head to teleport them to the entrance to the slum.Â
âalright kiddo.,thereâs your nanny. get going before she starts another witch hunt. oh and uh, donât mention alphys, i think she would faint dead away if she thought you were tellinâ people about her. kay?âÂ
Frisk didnât respond to this, rubbing their eyes and yawning. Leaning heavily against Sans arm.Â
âright. okay go on.â He give Frisk a little nudge. Frisk began to run over to Nanny, but turned around, running back to Sans to give him a hug.
âalright, alright.â He mumbled patting the kid on the head. âyour nannyâs watinââ Frisk cooed at the pat, then let go, ready to go home and sleep. Sans tipped his hat to Obedience, who nodded curtly.Â
âLetâs head home.â Nanny opened the door to the carriage. The professor was waiting inside, Frisk, stoped getting in the carriage, nervous at her sudden appearance.
âHello Frisk. Have a seat.â She waved to the bench across from here. Nanny helped Frisk inside and sat them down. âIâm very exited to here about your day.â The professor said, pulling something, out of her pocket. âWhy donât you tell me all about it?â She ran her finger over the polished surface of a small brass bell.
The door of the carriage closed and it took off. Sans found himself waving at it as it drove away, a soft ringing drifting to him on the twilight breeze. He slowly put his hand in his pocket, and looked around, a little embarrassed. There was no one around however. Just the guards at the gate who were paying him no mind. With a yawn he stepped back behind the walls of the slum. First he would take Mettatonâs replies to the paper, then he would head over to Grillbyâs. Just a small brake before he had to head down to the docks for the Muffet job, he thought to himself, whistling the tune that Napstablook had played earlier that day. Â