#i wish i could have done frisk's room but i am currently dealing with so many projects so yeah lol

[darkcandy-starfait]

undertale month 2023 ❤ - 6. home

this dialogue in home is my favourite. they sound so happy to day it :) and it's a great part of what's essentially the game's prologue

info on UT month 2023 here!

* PROSHIPPERS DNI

[emberwolves69]

New Territory Ch 3: Relocation

Frisk could faintly hear the sounds of fighting going on somewhere in the city. Fights that she wished she was far enough to never have to hear. More than that she wished that she was far away from where she was at the moment since she was currently terrified of the large skeletons that were currently surrounding her. Especially the last one that had shown up. Something about him screamed that he was the most dangerous of the three and she didn’t understand that and didn’t know where the feeling came from.

 “Now then. What is your connection to the human mafia?” The last one asked his voice calm and relaxed as if there wasn’t anything going on around them, as if this was completely normal.

 “I don’t have any connections to…” Frisk was cut off as she was pulled away from the wall a bit before being slammed back into it, hard.

 “Now what did I just say about lying?” The skeleton asked as Frisk groaned in pain.

 “I didn’t…”

 SLAM!

 She hit the wall once more, harder this time causing her to cry out. ”You do have some kind of connection to them. After all it appears that you are close to one of their men who has a rather good position.”

 “C-Chara? I have known him since we were kids…”

 Frisk half expected to be slammed against the wall once more but it didn’t happen.

 “I don’t talk to Chara about anything to do with that horrible business that he is in. He knows how much I hate it.” Frisk continued quickly while she was able and while they were listening.

 The newest Skeleton let out a thoughtful hum as he took in Frisk’s words. “Then you are his woman?” He asked and Frisk was shaking her head instantly.

 Frisk was able to explain when there was the sound of a gunshot not that far away, probably an alley or two over if that. The newest skeleton frowned looking rather displeased with the interruption. “Sans I am not done talking to this human. Take her for further questioning.”

 “Sure thing Wings.” Sans said before grabbing Frisk. “Come on Dollface, time to go.”

 Frisk found herself clinging to the skeleton as the world quickly faded to black and the ground beneath her seemed to fall away once again.

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 Wingdings sighed as he straightened his suit and looked at his youngest brother. “Come Papyrus lets finish dealing with these humans.”

 Papyrus nodded before he looked around and said “OF COURSE…BROTHER WHY DID YOU NOT SIMPLY KILL THAT HUMAN WOMAN?”

 Wingdings looked up at his brother and sighed. “I know that she is going to be useful. If not for information then defiantly good leverage against Chara.”

 “THAT HUMAN MALE? WHY WOULD THAT BE NEEDED?”

 “Because I have seen what he can do. His LOVE is getting higher all the time which is dangerous. But you saw how he reacted when he saw this woman in Sans’ arms.”

“HE DID SEEM PRETTY ANGRY. LIKE HE WOULD DO SOMETHING THAT WASN’T NECESSARILY THE SMARTEST FOR HIM OR HIS MEN.”

 Wingdings nodded. “Exactly. With this woman we have the means to remove Chara from the equation completely. And that will make taking over the city all the easier.”

 Papyrus nodded and then followed as Wingdings moved past him towards the street where they had heard the gunshot. After all they still had a lot of fighting that would need to be done and until Sans returned it was going to take a little longer to get around to where they were needed since they would need to cover the ground he usually would have taken.

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 Frisk felt relieved when she felt solid ground beneath her feet again. Sans let go of her and stepped away allowing Frisk to see her new surroundings. For starters they were no longer outside. They were in what she assumed was a house, and more specifically a room. It was rather nice and wasn’t what she had been expecting at all.

“Now then Dollface. Time for some rules.” Sans said before she could really look around too much.

 “Rules?” She asked really confused but she was at least listening.

“That’s right. Now then. As ya can see this area is pretty nice. And so long as ya behave you can stay here and not somewhere less pleasant. But if ya break anythin, or try to use anything as a weapon against either one of my brothers well… Lets just say ya ain’t gonna like it.”

 Frisk stepped back in fear as the lights went out of the skeleton’s sockets completely and his voice darkened to the point that she felt chills running up her spine. But a second later the lights were back and he was in a normal relaxed position once more. ”Now I aint gonna say don’t try to escape because I already know ya can’t. Wings designed this room himself and if it can keep monsters in it can keep one human in. But try if ya like, who knows it might be intertainin’.” Sans said with a shrug before he took a step back. ”now then I best be getting back, don’t want to miss out on all the fun.” he said before he vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

 Frisk felt some relief at being left alone but it was short lived by the fact that she had no idea where she was. Frisk began looking around the room and found that it was more like a small apartment, still bigger than her own but nice. There was a little kitchen area and to no surprise there wasn’t anything in there that could be used as a weapon, not that she was looking for one.

 There was a living room with a radio and a bookshelf full of different books and taking a close look Frisk actually recognized a couple, at least if she was left alone for a while she would have something to do. The bedroom was simple with a bed, nightstand, and wardrobe. The nightstand and wardrobe were naturally empty which was fine with her. The last place was the bathroom which held all that one would need for an extended stay, something she hoped wasn’t going to happen.

 “At least my imprisonment will be comfortable.” Frisk said to herself with a shake of her head. As she looked around she found it strange that she hadnt noticed a door that would lead out of this area but after a bit of searching she found it.

 The door wasn’t something that Frisk would have thought was a door at first. Just a strange panel of the wall at most. After all this door didn’t have any doorknob. The only thing was a small strange box on the wall next to it. Frisk frowned as she spent some time examining it but in the end she was unable to figure out how it worked or even what the full purpose of it was.

 After a while she gave up with a sigh and moved back to the living room. There she looked over the books once more before picking one out and sitting down. There was no point in doing much else since she really had no idea how to get out and she had no idea how long it would be before the Skeletons returned for her.

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 The door to the little apartment area that Frisk was being kept in opened as Wingdings stepped inside and glanced around. It was later than he had planned but that was mostly due to the humans not retreating as fast as he had calculated them to. After all he and his men had wiped out over half of them rather fast and he had figured that they would take off running after that but no they had stayed and continued to fight for several more hours. It had been a bloody fight but one that had turned out well and one that had gotten him the land that he had been after so it was worth it.

 As Wingdings looked around he saw that most things had remained untouched it seemed but that wasn’t too shocking. What did surprise him was the fact that the human woman was asleep in the living room, with a book in her lap that told him she had been reading before she had fallen asleep. Curious he silently walked over and looked at the book. It was an old fairy tale. A book that Papyrus had loved in his younger years. He was surprised that she would be reading this book out of all the ones that were on the shelf.

 With a small shrug a floating hand appeared beside him and took the book back to its place on the bookshelf. He then summoned a few more that carefully lifted the sleeping human and carried her to the bedroom where she was placed down gently to rest.

 Any other time Wingdings might have woken her to continue his interrogation of her but for now he was tired as well from using as much magic as he had and would rather sleep and then deal with her in the morning.

 Once Frisk was covered with the blankets Wingdings left the apartment and let the door close behind him. Wingdings stretched allowing his back to pop a couple of times and then headed upstairs to the main part of his home, he was sure that Sans had passed out by now and Papyrus was likely cooking something. They were all tired the fight hadn’t been a necessarily easy one. Sure it had mostly gone to his calculations but on paper was different than in person. And at the end of a day a war like this took a lot of magic.

 Wingdings reached the top of the stairs and sure enough he was able to smell Papyrus’ cooking and could see Sans sleeping on the couch. He shook his head a bit and decided to start with Sans.

 Walking over the oldest Wingdings stood behind the back of the couch and summoned a floating hand to go over and flick Sans just hard enough to startle him awake. And as always it worked. Sans bolted up his socket flaring bright red as his magic summoned, ready for a fight. But it didn’t last long and soon he calmed down and blinked a couple times.

 “Ya know Wings, there are nicer ways to wake a skeleton.” Sans said looking like he would just fall over and pass out again any second.

 “Perhaps but I don’t want to have to deal with your attacks should I attempt any of those other ways. As it is this is the best way to wake you and not risk being stabbed for it.” Wingdings said though they both knew that Sans likely would never be able to actually hit him. Not that he wouldn’t try when just waking up and not knowing that it was Wingdings, no the oldest Wingdings was just rarely ever hit thanks to his almost being able to predict the future. Or at least that is how it often felt due to the fact his calculations and judgments almost never being wrong and he had years of practice dodging attacks.

 “Now then Sans head up to your room. You cant sleep on the couch.” Wingdings said before turning to go deal with Papyrus, and mostly make sure he didn’t catch the kitchen on fire. Not that he had done that in a long time but old habits were hard to kill, especially when it usually was the thing that kept their home from burning down constantly.

 Papyrus was standing over the stove and glanced back when Wingdings walked in. “OH BROTHER THERE YOU ARE? ARE YOU DON’T INTERROGATING THE HUMAN ALREADY?”

 Wingdings shook his head. “No she was already asleep when I got in and frankly I think it is best to wait until the morning when my magic has recharged to finish my questions.”

 Papyrus nodded and looked back to what he had been cooking. Wingdings moved over to the table and sat down since a meal wouldn’t hurt and if anything it would help. “WHERE IS SANS? STILL SLEEPING ON THE COUCH?” Papyrus asked as he began to transfer the food he had made to plates.

 Wingdings shook his head. “No I had already sent him up to his room. I don’t believe that he would stay awake through a meal at the moment.” Wingdings sat back as Papyrus set a plate in front of him. “Thank you Papyrus.” He said and began eating moments later Papyrus was seated beside him and they fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.

 Wingdings could tell that Papyrus was exhausted, after all he probably had the most ground to cover during the fighting, but even so to any that didn’t know him it would almost appear as if he was unfazed by the day’s events. Once they had finished eating Papyrus took the dishes and cleaned up. Wingdings simply wished him goodnight and headed to bed. He was feeling a bit better now that he had eaten but his magic was still a bit low for his liking.

 As soon as Wingdings got into his room he changed out of his nicer suit and got into bed. He heard the sound of Papyrus stomping through the house headed to his own room, most likely having finished cleaning up the kitchen, and soon he fell asleep already making plans for the morning.

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[choccocatmylo]

Dull Colors pt.1:Welcome Home

Eleven years. That's what the judge deemed sufficient for a violent child's outburst of self defense. Even with a capable legal team and vast evidence in her favor, a simple no forfeited her life to a confined cell in a county jail, and later on a maximum security prison. Chocco was 15 when she was arrested, charged and sentenced. Twenty six when she was finally released from the hell of prison.

Matthew, her legal guardian, had written her only two letters. The first, lamenting her foolish refusal of his proposal, one of both convenience on her end, and a selfish wanting on his. The offer was simple, he'd do everything in his wealthy positioning to free her and in return she'd give him her life, in both legal marriage and social standing. With her bearing a suitable heir to his fortunes and keeping herself socially hidden as to stifle suspicions from her half sibling, his daughter.

The thought of being tied down to the brute disgusted her for multiple reasons, and the sheer idea that he could and had already punished her with confinement for refusing had burned a seething hatred for the man so deeply into her mind that she saw a deep red at the thought of him. 

He had stolen seven years from her at that point, and the letter was only rubbing salt in the aching wound he'd made.

The second letter came when she had already been imprisoned for close to nine years, and had been moved to maximum after contributing to a large scale riot, resulting in multiple casualties of both guards and inmates. She had newly been released from solitary for biting a handsy guard in the jugular and was seated in her cell, a steel mouth-guard tied to her face to prevent future incidents.

The mail carrier entered the block and pulled the slot in her door open, then slid in a yellow envelope. The pungent smell of sunflowers flooded the room and made her nose itchy. She climbed to her feet and shambled to where the letter had fallen by the door. The slot closed quickly and she heard footsteps running off. Now twenty two years old, Chokaria stood a massive, bulking 6''3 with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. She used one of her clawed fingers to tear open the top of the envelope and pulled the folded papers out. At first she skimmed the letter, then reread it carefully, afraid she was illiterate after all this time or maybe he'd written in code. But no, he'd written in carefully calligraphed Italian, knowing it was the only written language she was familiar with.

 "Dear Chokaria, 

How are you, princess? I'd imagine not so well with the transfer, I hope you were given a chance to say goodbye to any friends you'd made at your last residence. Luckily I pulled a few strings on the outside and moved you somewhere near to me. Peggy says hi, of course. She still believes you're enrolled in a private militant school in Venice. You'll have to write her sometime, I'm sure she'd love to her from you.

I have a proposition for you my dear, it is not so different from my last, but I believe you'll find this one more appealing for the both of us. You're familiar with bartering by now, no? We shall call this a barter. I currently hold in my possession a beautiful engagement ring, and some imperative papers pertaining to your early release. You can come home at any time I wish, and I do intend for you to return to me soon, all I ask is that you sign a few papers on my next arrival to your current…residence. 

Do carefully consider my offer, and evaluate your choices. In the end I will get what I want, the only question is will you get anything you want?

With love, Matthew D'Angelo"

Chokaria had read the letter at least a dozen times. He'd even included a picture of her sister, smiling gleefully and holding a scribble that vaguely resembled the trio of them. She hung the picture of her sibling on the wall, and folded the letter back up. Paranoia began to seep into her brain, would he stoop low enough to hurt her sister to get her to agree? She prayed not, but that man was above nothing, held no quarrels with anything immoral to succeed. What he'd done in the name of training her as a child was evidence enough of his limits. 

Matthew's arrival and subsequent visit had arrived sooner than the inmate envisioned. She was escorted to the private room by two guards, shackled arms behind her and mouth-guard fastened tightly, pressing against her scalp. Her ankles were shackled and her tail was the only free appendage, fastened around her waist as a belt. She was shoved into the room and forced into the chair adjacent to Matthew. He was dressed to the nines, as if to impress her. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he adjusted his red tie. For all intents and purposes he seemed genuinely pleased to see her-or rather, see her in her prisoner garbs.

"It's always a pleasure to see you, beautiful."

She glared at him with her only visible eye. He chuckled and addressed the guards.

"Could one of you please remove that, contraption off of her? I'd like to have a conversation here."

The guards were visibly hesitant.

"Inmate 4467 has an issue with biting and spitting, sir." One of them spoke, the other nodded in agreement. 

Matthew refused to take that for an answer. 

"I am hear in regarding to her legal issues, it would be useful if she could speak, no? I assure you, while I am here she will act in accordance to the warden's rules."

Hearing that the guards cautiously removed the mouth guard. Chocco cracked her jaw and stretched her sore mouth, a visible bruise on her cheek had ached under the pressure of the metal mask.

Matthew was appalled by the bruise and turned his swelling anger to the guards. He began berating them, inquiring to who as he put it-assaulted his client in such a brutal manner. He began promptly speaking to her in Italian. Though his accent was strong and made the words come out scuffed, despite his fluency.

"It wasn't them, another guard." Chokaria spoke nonchalantly.

"Give me a name, or a badge number, now." Matthew demanded of her.

"Can't." She moved her bangs from in front of her hidden eye, which bore three deep scratch marks that had blinded her eye and turned the emerald color to a glazed over gray. 

"Why is that? Are you being extorted? I will bring down the gods hammers on their skull so help me-"

"Bit out his jugular."

"You-What?!"

Matthew asked incredulously, he knew the girl to be a brute but never a homicidal monster that spoke so calmly before him. So she explained herself. Earlier that month a guard had removed her from the yard and did a random frisking in the halls, conveniently where there were no cameras. The search went south fast and resulted in her headbutting him and getting into a short scuffle, at one point her mesh mouth guard came loose which she used the opportunity to remove it, and sink her sharp canines into his throat, nearly ripping out his Adams apple. Matthew, disgusted by the story had then inquired as to where the guard was.

"He ain't dead, in the med bay on leave till the hospital boys come for him. Got solitary for it, the hole was worth it though. Won't let these sick fucks get at me, plus they'll think twice now."

"And if he were to return to his post after this, how are you sure he wouldn't test his luck again? Or seek vengeance?"

"Simple really," Chokaria crossed her legs and rested her arms on the table. "Word gets around, only thing girlies in here hate more than the few chomos that come in are handsy guards. If he comes back the bigger girls will get him fore he comes near me."

"Excuse me? Chomos?"

"Child touchers, diddlers, sickos."

"I see."

Matthew shuffled to his left,  bending slightly at the waist to retrieve something resting near his calf.  He then placed a slim brown briefcase on the table.

"Doesn't match yer outfit oh chief." Chokaria leaned back in her chair. Matthew shot a mean glare at her.

"So you're a fashion critic now?"

She smiled and switched her legs, crossing the opposite over the other.

"No captain, just observant."

"Well, I have some papers you can observe." Matthew pressed to clips on the briefcase and the top sprung open. He shifted through a thin stack of papers before separating it into two piles and closing the case with his elbow. He then placed both on the table, sliding one over to her side with a pen holding them together by the top right corners. A pen of his own adorned his stack, acting as a paperweight.

Chokaria's attention drew to the few sentences she could read. Some  was written in Italian for her convenience, but the vast majority had been written in English. She tried her best to read those parts as well, but ultimately failed. 

"Is this a joke at my expense, Matthew?"

He smiled at the sound of his own name, but when his hazel eyes met an angry green one, the smile faded as fast as it appeared.

"No, no! Not at all, it was simply a legal precaution for the notaries and lawyers. This," He pointed to a small paragraph in Italian. "Is the beginning of the important parts."

Chokaria swiped his much larger hand away and began to read the section he pointed at, the contents expanded onto the remaining pages and were indeed the bits she should be paying attention to.

"You wish me to move in your home, marry you, and bare your kin?" She asked him but also herself, in disbelief of the sheer audacity of the man before her.

"More or less, yes."

"I-I can't believe you!" Chocco slammed a fist onto the table.

"I understand, you must be very confused as to how I could be so-"

"Selfish! Arrogant! Horribly Ignorant!" She yelled in rage filled huffs.

"I was going to say generous, but if that's how you feel.."

"It is not how I feel! It is how you're displaying yourself! You relentless leech, you said the deal would be better for both of us, but it's the same as the last!" 

Matthew stood and raised his hands slowly.

"I understand your frustration, but please, return to your seat."

Chokaria hadn't realized she'd jumped out of her seat, the lax ankle shackles suddenly tightened as she noticed Matthew glance at the guards. With the swelling frustration of her situation, and her fleeting energy she sat down roughly, slamming the chair onto the concrete floors. Matthew slowly returned to his seat, and lowered his hands calmly.

"There-there! No need to get these inadequate gentlemen involved in our conversing." Matthew fixed his tie, flattening it against his bulging chest, his suit did little to hide his bulky muscular frame. Not to mention the modest soft spoken persona he put on for humans was futile if you couldn't ignore how threatening his physique was, and most could not. Chokaria sighed, her curly brown locks falling over her face. The shaven right of her scalp itched like it usually did when she was worried, and her furrowed brows tore down the visage that she was handling this news well and good.

"I refuse D'Angelo. You know I will never agree to this."

"I'm well aware of your stubborn tendencies, but you're willing to throw away your freedom? A chance to have a life again, all for your pride?"

"No, it is your pride that is your hubris, you're the one who lives in this idealized hell that if you have enough money, you can make anyone do anything for you, and you can have anything you wish. Even at the expense of others, even at the expense of people you care about."

"Those are tall claims from someone in your position, Chokaria."

"I'm done talking with you, goodbye."

Chocco stood and signaled the guards. Snapping at them in English.

"Take me back to my cell please,"

She looked at Matthew, who was now standing and holding out the papers for her.

"We're done here."

"I insist, just read them over once more, and if you change your mind, sign them."

 Matthew held out the papers for her to take, placing the pen in his pocket. The inmate could no longer conceal her disdain for him, and any excuse to get him to stop looking at her was one she'd take greedily. So in the end she did take the papers, balling them up into a crumbled tube and shoving them haphazardly into her pocket. Matthew bode her farewell with two kisses on the cheeks and bid adieu before departing. The return to her cell block was stifling with quietness. It seemed lights out had been set for a while and those who were still up were either reading, meditating or humming tranquilly.  When they reached her destination one of the guards briefly spoke into the walkie talkie placed on his chest. There was a loud mechanical buzz and the heavy steel door reeled open with noisy groans. Chokaria slowly entered with her back to them and patiently waited as they released her of her cuffs and shackles. She sat in the middle of the cramped space as the door began to close, and sighed. Retrieving the rolled papers from her pocket and skimming over them. The severity of her predicament began to hit her and she couldn’t help herself from crying tears filled of anguish.

In the end she would be a prisoner regardless of what path she took, and with the time she'd already spent locked away from civilization she would give anything to regain a semblance of freedom.

Even if it meant waiting for her release date.

Chokaria Maelor was released from Decoder's Maximum Security Penitentiary at the age of twenty six. She was given the clothes she came with when she was first incarcerated at fifteen, and the feeble collection of items they confiscated from her when she was in booking. It was a fine day when she exited those barbed gates. The sun was hidden behind a thick row of clouds, and there was a comfortable breeze through the crisp air. Her long mane of hair was tied loosely in a low ponytail, and she used her clawed fingers to rip the old worn tie from her hair. The busted hair piece fell to her feet which were adorned with black converse that were far to small for her feet. She draped her leather jacket over her, reminiscing on how it used to be so large on her, and now it fit properly. Her once striped shirt had transformed into a belly shirt due to her maturity, and it laid snug against her bulking muscular body, as if sculpted to her. The dense pack of muscles on her torso were on full display. She resigned to keeping her gray sweats that were given to her in jail, knowing her only pair of jeans would never fit again. Granted she'd grown tenfold in pants size, regardless of it they were in tatters, barely recognizable as once being an article of clothing.

She hadn't expected anyone to show to her release, and yet still a black SUV sat waiting for her, engine running and an unseen driver waiting at the helm. Someone exited the back seat from the adjacent side as she neared, and her gratefulness dissipated at the revelation of just whom showed up for her. For someone you loathe to be the only one there for you after years of enslavement, a different breed of hatred can be birthed in the human conscious.  

Despite all of her prayers, wishes and hopes, despite all of her pleads for it not to be so, there Matthew D'Angelo stood. Defiant against her wishes, laughing at her prayers to her gods, allowing her to hold hope in her cell all the while knowing he'd return for her regardless of how she felt towards him.

He was there for her, and she hated him for it.

The ride to his estate was quiet and tense. The driver said not a word to them besides giving Chokaria a smile and "welcome to the free world madam." before driving off. Matthew resigned himself to the silence he considered to be a peaceful refrain from their snarky banter. He was simply happy to have his prized toy returned to him, a plaything was all he really saw her as. An item to own, something to add to his growing collection of possessions. But Chocco would not go so willingly, nor without fighting him tooth and nail. She didn't want freedom, she demanded it, and would fight for it, if it came to it she'd kill for it. Sweet freedom that had been robbed from her, stripped and torn from her since she had came with him and her mother to this accursed nation. Well no more, she wasn't going to lay down and wait for a slow, agonizing death. That wasn't quite the being she was raised to be. She was meant and instilled to be a monster. An unruly, uncontained beastly creation of love and hate. Her father's hatred for their home's laws and religions, and her parent's love. But their love was fickle like most ties to others in her life. And when her mother went astray and invited Matthew to her bed, Chokaria learned what hell on earth looked like. Then, when she smuggled the small child to her lover's home, Chocco lived through hell with him. Like all things, when he was bored of her mother he moved his revolting sights on someone else, her. Then, when her mother angered him he did what he always did with his faulty toys, he broke her. Brutality was his specialty, and he enjoyed the screams of those who he inflicted it upon. 

Chokaria shivered as the buried memories resurfaced, creeping into her mind and taking place there to ensure her suffering. She balled her hands into fists and let her gaze fall to her lap, she always promised her mother, as horrible as she had been to her, that she'd never let that fate become of her or her sibling. 

The car stopped at a red light, Chocco looked out the window at the bustling world around her. Random civilians living in their personal universes, coexisting in peace. For the most part there were only humans, but among them there were Creatures, of all shapes and species. Avians soared high and low, rodents stuck to the walls of buildings and squeezed through the crowds. Bigger hulking Creatures like Oxen, Bears and lanky Serpents walked and slithered in longer strides among the smaller humans. There were no hybrids in sight, and she thanked Matthew internally for having the foresight to keep every window in every car heavily tinted. With one way mirrors no one could see  their features, and with proper attire they could blend in with  humans publicly. That was Chokaria's downfall after all, she hadn't listened to him all those years ago and went outside without any obscuring accessories to hide her ears or even a jacket to hide her tail. 

But she hadn't, and she had to live with her decisions, dwelling on the past would not help her now.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked firmly, refusing to even look at the man she spoke to.

"Where else? Home."

She could feel eyes staring at her, his stare boring into the back of her head and making the hairs on her neck stand stiff. It was a mix of disgust and dread that had filled her body, making her chest heavy. She had decided to no longer speak, and in her stead Matthew would happily do so.

"Peggy is currently attending a prestigious, private school for gifted mages and wizards, she'll return in the fall. Until then, you'll have very loose responsibilities. I have an exceptional roster of maids, butlers, chauffeurs and a highly trained security team. Rest assured your every desire will be met, and you needn't worry yourself about anything you might need."

When Chokaria failed to respond he continued on.

"Of course you'll have the freedom to roam the property at anytime and renovate and decorate as you see fit, the staff will brief you on the few rooms you're not permitted to enter…as for leaving the premises, I would hope you can agree that it's far too soon for that."

She looked at him for the first time since she entered the car, he'd peaked her interest with that statement, and if her stoic face and icy stare failed to show it, her perked fluffy ears did.

"I see you're excited about something at least, yes-yes, you may leave the estate in due time. At first I considered after a month, you do need to rest, and readjust to society. Your social graces could use some work to say the least, and I'd rather you be comatose before you leave the house in…"

He gave her a once over and used a limp hand gesture to address her outfit.

"Whatever the hell that is."

"It's what I went to jail in, ass."

"Now let's not make excuses for your god awful taste in fashion, dear. It's not your fault your invalid of a mother couldn't impart any sense of style on you. For fucks sake she was a goddamn tailor, it was the least her selfish ass could've done." He snarled coldly. It seemed some things never changed, like his lax tongue when talking about her mother. Chokaria withheld the urge to throttle him, but just barely.

"Enough about that though, you really aren't ready to face the new world that surrounds you, with how the politics of our world have evolved over the last decade, and with your current mark on the civil rights aspects of the judicial system, it's really in your best interest to stay near me for the time being. If not then firmly under my heel, so if you must leave for any reason there'll be some…constrictions for you."

"Such as?"

"Well you're going to be given a lady in waiting-"

"Excuse me? Is it the 1800's and no one told me?"

"Silence. It'll simply be a woman to aid you with your wardrobe, diet, daily scheduling and classes."

"Classes? I'm no student. I’m unsure if that's what that title even means either."

"As if you'd know. You will be in etiquette along with other things."

"I'd rather be shot in the fucking face."

"Mind your tongue or you'll cease to have one, Chokaria." Matthew warned. Their eyes met in twin glares, and his never faltered once. She bit her tongue and allowed him to continue.

"In that case, if you truly refuse to learn any semblance of civilized activity, there are alternatives available to you. Though few, I assure you they will pique your interest."

"What if I don't want to do any of them?"

Matthew laughed heartily, it was genuine amusement with her. He carried on for a while until his laughs began to die down. He wiped a tear from his eye and pressed a palm to his breast.

"Oh my dear, it's so cute you think you have a say in anything."

The car suddenly stopped. They had arrived at their destination. 

"Now get out of my goddamn car."

[i-write-undertale]

fanfic part 2

still don’t know what to call this but whatever, I mean... no ones gonna read it anyways, right? anyways, warnings: spelling errors, and possible suicide mentions... I can’t remember... just always assume theres suicide refernce because Im always in an angsty mood... and I like fluff, and fluff will come, just wait...

ANYWAYS ENJOY!

Part 2

Frisk woke up and looked to their side, they saw a slice of pie and… and no ghost, “Chara? You there?” They heard no reply. Frisk took the pie and stared at it for a moment before a tiny box appeared, ‘it's a box… try putting something in it’

Frisk looked around, it sounded like Charas voice, a hint of sarcasm. “Chara?” They asked one more time before putting the pie slice in the box, they never got a reply. The box closed and disappeared. Frisk walked out of the room and down a long hallway, they saw Toriel sitting in a large brown chair reading a book.

“Up already I see? Umm… I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here with me. There are so many old books I want to share, I can show you my favorite bug hunting spot. I will also begin teaching you… this may come as a surprise to you but I have always wanted to be a teacher… actually perhaps that isn't very surprising. Still, I am glad to have you living here…”

Frisk bit their lip for a moment and sighed, “actually…” They began meekly

“oh you did want something, what is it?”

Frisk looked at the stairs down the hallway, “when can I go home?” They asked. Toriels eyes narrowed slightly, they smiled nervously, “what? This… this is your home now…”

Frisk shook their head, “I like it here, you seem really nice and all but… I need to know how to get home” they said with determination filling their voices. “Excuse me, I must do something…” Toriel said and walked quickly away.

Frisk glared as she walked down the hallway, eventually they followed Toriel. They made their way down the long flight of stairs and caught of with Toriel, she spoke sadly, “you wish to know how to return ‘home,’ do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the ruins, a one-way exit to the underground, I am going to destroy it. No one will ever leave again, now go upstairs” they said sternly. Frisk followed Toriel through the hallway as she explained the past children who had die by the hands of someone named Asgore. They continued to follow Toriel, the room became shrouded in dark and Toriel glared at Frisk, glared through Frisk.

Toriel raised her paw and fire appeared before it, Frisk cowered at the sight, “y-your… gonna fight me?” They asked quietly, Toriel did not respond as they sent a barrage of fire towards the child.

Frisk screamed as one of the orbs of fire hit their skin, they collapsed on the ground as their skin began to melt from the fire. They patted their shoulder and moved quickly to dodge another round of fire, they tried to think of something to say… nothing came to mind. Toriel raised both of her paws and sent a never ending stream of fire towards Frisk. They tried to avoid it but one after another the fire hit them. They screamed as they fell to the floor, their clothes burning, skin melting. They saw Chara floating above them frowning, “told you…”

Frisk woke up in their bed, they screamed loudly but felt something cover their mouth and muffle their screams, “the pain’ll end soon, it's just there from when you died”

Frisk looked up and saw Chara, pain still flooding their body they felt tears roll down their face. Soon the pain subsided enough for Frisk not to scream and Chara removed their hand, “see, and don’t think that's the only time you’ll die” they said and wiped their hand on their sweatshirt. Frisk hugged their knees, “it's stings… so bad…” They said trying not to sob. “Yeah, I bet it does, burning alive can’t be the best feeling” they said and Frisk grit their teeth, “no… it hurts…” They said through their teeth. Chara sighed, “it's gonna sting for a little while” they said and sat on the end of Frisks bed.

“W-why did you leave me earlier…?” Frisk asked and Chara rolled their eyes, “what I do is my business” they said and Frisk laid back in the bed. “It still stings…” They stop, “c-can… never mind” they said. Chara crossed their arms, “what?” They asked glaring slightly, “i-if you could… rub my back or something? M-might help with the stinging…” They asked and Chara shrugged, “sure, but in return I want you to answer a question” Frisk nodded, “when you fell down I woke up, I knew with that much determination you could come back, and the only reason you're alive now is because you currently have the most determination down here, you can control time. Why are you so determined?” They asked and began to rub Frisks back soothingly, “I dun’know? Maybe I just really want to live… to help people?” They said in a wavering voice, cx unsure of their answer.

Frisk sat up and Chara pulled their hand away, “thanks, I… I think I'm ready to do it again” they said and Chara smiled wide, crooked, “just remember, you're probably going to die… a lot.”

Frisk went through Toriels monologuing again, and when the fire barrage came, they burned, screaming, trying to get the fire off of them, skin melting until… They woke up, Chara quickly placed their hand over Frisks screaming mouth, muffling their screams. Once Frisks pain had eased up th went back to sobbing, “it hurts so bad…” They said. Chara frowned, it still seemed forced, “just suck it up, the sooner you memorize the attacks the sooner you can leave” Frisk threw the blanket over them, “how many times do I have to d-die?” They asked still sobbing from the stinging and frustration. Chara shrugged, “how should I know, just… take some time and then we’ll fight her again” they said and Frisk shrugged, “it just stings so badly” they complained sadly, “I know, it’ll be alright though, soon we’ll be out of here, and we can move on.”

Once again Frisk stood up and made their way down to fight Toriel, going through the monologuing, and… dying again. Chara covered Frisks mouth and muffled their screaming. The process was repeated until finally Frisk didn’t get out bed.

“Come on Frisk, there's a lot worse enemies than Toriel” Chara whined, Frisk rolled over in the bed facing the wall. “You can’t give up, don’t you wanna get home?” Chara asked floating down to Frisk. They rolled Frisk over to face them, but Frisk just buried their head into a pillow. Chara groaned, “fine, we can stay another night. You look pretty exhausted anyways, a little rest might help” they said. Frisk nodded and closed their eyes, going back to sleep even though it was morning, but they were exhausted from the multiple deaths and constant dodging.

“Toriels actually really nice” Chara said, “she killed me… burned me alive, I couldn’t even die from the smoke… I just…” They gripped the pillow, “melted” they said in a choked voice. Chara frowned, it seemed more genuine this time around, “I can’t imagine, but Toriel really is kind” they said and Frisk huffed, “no, you can’t imagine, so… just leave me alone” they said and fell asleep. Chara floated backwards and sat against the wall closing their own eyes.

Frisk got up in the morning and woke up Chara, they traveled through Toriels house to the big door in the basement, they began the fight.

Frisk got hit a few times, hp low, skin burning and stinging, but they kept dodging until finally Toriel began to cry, the fire became slow and easy to dodge. Frisk stopped moving when the fire would go around them instead of at them. Frisk saw Toriels mouth moving but couldn’t hear her through the relief and joy of being done fighting, that, and the constant stinging still left on their skin, the feeling becoming stronger as their adrenaline wore off.

Frisk gave Toriel and quick and hesitant hug, then they left. Chara floated smiling behind Frisk, “see, how good does it feel to finally be done with the fighting and be out?” They asked, Frisk shot them a look, “it hurts… it hurts a lot still, and I still remember all the other times it hurts, the way my finger burnt down to the bone… I'm only 14… I shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of stuff” they said, Chara rolled their eyes, “well that's what you get for coming down here” they said, and Frisk glared forward, “I thought I was going to die...” They said. Chara eyed them for a moment before pushing the sentence from their memory and moving on.