Spiders and Skelebros
Frisk was practically sprinting over the roof tops as she flew through the back streets. She only had roughly 20 minutes left to make it to the drop sight on time. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her usually calm demeanor was now completely shattered. Not only was she running into unknown territory with little to no preparation, but the caffeine in the espresso that she had just downed was making her very, very anxious. Frisk was mentally kicking herself for falling for Mittsy's cheap bait as she ran through unfamiliar streets, looking for the drop location. At this rate Frisk wasn't going to have time to scout out the area, or plan an escape rout, or nothing! She was basically a sitting duck!
"You are such an idiot!" Frisk cursed herself out loud as she rounded another corner. She was getting closer to the address now, and at this point was just hoping that she wasn't walking into some sort of trap. Frisk remembered hearing rumors whispered throughout the human gangs of the Under- City, that monsters could steal a humans soul and absorb it to give them great power. It was often speculated that human mob members who went missing had probably met with this fate . Frisk slapped her cheeks trying to shake the foreboding thoughts out of her mind.
"Your not helping yourself." She scolded. "Just make the drop, get the cash, and give it to Mittsy tomorrow," She said, repeating the steps in her head that Mittsy had relayed to her at the cafe.
Suddenly Frisk found that she had reached her destination. It was in a back-alley that seemed to exist behind some sort of shop. Frisk took a deep breath as she moved toward the back door of the shop that exited into the alleyway. 'Muffets Bakey' was inscribed in purple cursive letters on the door. Frisk wasn't surprised by this, as gangs would often use shops that sold innocent sounding products as a front for a far more sinister business, and what was more innocent sounding then a cupcake? Frisk tried to steady her frazzled nerves as she rapt on the back door, repeating the pattern that Mittsy had demonstrated to her at the cafe using the table top.
Rap –tap- a- tap- tap- tap
At first everything remained still and silent. Frisk was about to double check the address on the parcel to make sure she didn't get the wrong location, when the door suddenly creaked open, and Frisk was met with six piercing black eyes.
"Can I help you deary?" An ominous, sickly sweet voice sounded, accompanying the penetrating black gaze of the figure behind the door.
"Sp- special delivery." Frisk managed to squeak out as she presented the parcel to the figure. The gaze of the stranger quickly fell to the parcel in Frisks outstretched hands, before crinkling in what looked to be delight.
"Auhuhuhuhuh, how wonderful!" The stranger giggled as she opened the door further, revealing a purple skinned, six armed monster, adorning pig tails tied in pretty red ribbons. She was also wearing what looked like a frilly blouse, paired with stripped pantaloons.
"Mittsy mentioned that she was hiring a new delivery girl, but I had no idea that it would be a human." She said happily as she took the parcel from Frisk's still outstretched hands, and replaced it with what looked like a cake box. Frisk shakily flipped the lid open, revealing the expected stacks of cash. She sighed at the familiar sight, as it seemed to help quell some of her nervousness.
"Well deary, it was a pleasure doing business with you!" The purple monster lady said pleasantly. "Don’t be a stranger, and feel free to come try my sweets during business hours." Frisk nodded weakly as her nerves were still too frazzled to form a proper sentence. After the exchange the purple monster lady disappeared behind the door again, leaving Frisk alone in the alleyway.
As Frisk headed back to her apartment, she couldn't help but go over the entirely strange turn of events that she had just experienced. Between having Coffee with her employer, and delivering "baking supplies" to the purple monster lady, this had been one of the oddest, yet nicest exchanges Frisk had ever completed, However, something still felt off to her. The experience was just too bazaar , she didn't trust it.
Frisk tiredly trudged up the broken staircase to the loft apartment, with the cake box tucked safely under her arm. What ever was eating at her, she would just have to figure it out tomorrow. She was too spent to devote another moment thinking about the weird day that she had just had. After she dropped off the payment to Mittsy tomorrow, Frisk promised herself that she would give some serious and critical thought toward continuing her work with the monster gang. As fun, and as interesting as this job had been, Frisk also knew that it had been incredibly risky, and could have just as easily turned out very, very badly. If this was the type of work that the monsters wanted her to do, she wasn't so sure she was up for the job. Frisk sluggishly stumbled in to her apartment, tossing the cake box on to the table, before striking a match to light a lantern she kept near her bed.
“Welcome home pal.” a deep voice sounded from behind her.
Frisks Heart caught in her throat as she spun around to face a skeleton leaning casually on the far wall of her apartment. He was wearing blue slacks, with a white collared dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, reveling the thick bones of his forearms . He also had on a navy blue vest, and a sloppily done up black tie hung loosely from around his neck. He was fairly short, only a few inches taller then Frisk, which wasn't saying much, but for what he lacked in height he gained in his broad stature. Big, black eye sockets dominated his skull, as two pinpricks of white that served as pupils focused on Frisks stunned form. He flashed her a lazy smile as he shifted his weight off of the wall . "What's the matter, skeleton got your tongue?" He winked. As soon as Frisk managed to get control of her limbs again, she turned to bolt out of the apartment, but was stopped abruptly by another taller thinner skeleton. He wore black dress pants, with matching black suspenders, and black leather gloves. A muted orange tie sat perfectly centered, snug underneath the crisp starched collar of his white dress shirt, which was tucked neatly into his pants. As the taller skeleton walked out from behind the door he closed it shut, before leaning his entire body weight against it . Frisk was trapped.
"Aw common pal, don’t leave yet." The short one said, taking a step toward her. "You don’t want to leave me feeling bonley now do you ?" He said. The taller one audibly groaned at the short ones joke.
“SANS REALLY? MUST YOU DO THIS WHILE WERE WORKING?" He said. Frisk winced slightly at the taller skeletons astonishingly loud voice. Sans, the short one chuckled.
“Sorry bro, but you gotta admit that you found that one at least a little humerus .” The lazy grin on Sans' face seemed to grow wider, as he watched his brother rub his temples as if he were trying to rid himself of a perturbing headache.
"ENOUGH JOKES SANS! WE HAVE VERY IMPORTANT BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO!" The taller skeleton said, gesturing to Frisk. The white specs in Sans’ dark sockets followed his brothers gesture until they rested on Frisk's panicked form, pinning her to the spot.
"Your right Papyrus." Sans shrugged. "Heh, I guess a lazy bones like me can't avoid work forever." The tall skeleton, Papyrus, stifled another groan as Sans walked around the back of the old wooden chair, still fixing Frisk to the spot with the same unwavering stare. “So kid, why don’t you have a seat?" He said as he placed both his hands firmly on the top rail of the old chair.
Frisks mind was screaming at her to escape this situation, and figure out what the hell was going on. Who were these monsters? Did Mittsy send them? were they from a rival gang? How did they find her? What did they want? The questions raced through her mind as she frantically scanned the room trying to find a way out.
"Breath Frisk, just breath." She silently told herself, trying to stifle her panic. She quickly remembered her rule which offered her comfort. Though the skeletons had her cornered, they had not caught her yet. Frisk continued to calm herself as she did her best to counter the shorter skeletons calculating stare.
"You can still get out of this." Frisk silently said to herself as she managed to completely bury the last of her fear while she thought of a plan. She needed a distraction, she needed to buy some time. Frisk straightened up and met the short skeleton's probing gaze with her own now calm and collected one. If there was one thing Frisk had confidence in it was her poker face.
“I think I would prefer to stand, thank you very much." She replied. To her relief, her voice was steady and controlled. The shorter skeleton cocked a brow bone at her.
"What ever makes you more comfortable." He said. His stare seemed to grow more intense as if trying to break through Frisks newly composed façade.
"Either of you bone heads mind filling me in on this business you apparently have with me?" Frisk asked. She hoped that her pun would distract San's probing stare from trying to peer through any cracks in her front . He chuckled.
"Were friends of Mittsy's." Sans said. Frisks eyes widened slightly, before she could get her emotions under control. So Mittsy had sent them, why? Was this hole thing some sort of set up ? What was the point? Frisk felt a sudden wave of anger and hurt prickle behind her eyes at Mittsy's apparent betrayal, but she crushed it down. This was no time to get upset. Besides, She should have expected this. Mittsy was a mobster after all. Frisk silently cursed herself for not taking precaution, and moving her setup out of the loft apartment the moment that backstabbing RAT monster showed her smug face.
"If you’re here for the payment, its on the table." Frisk replied coolly as she casually took a few steps toward the open balcony. Sans' pinpricks fallowed her carefully, before glancing over at the cake box on the tabletop. "Funny though, Mittsy never mentioned you." She continued. "I thought I was supposed to make the drop tomorrow." Sans strode over to cake box, lifting the lid with one hand, while the other hung loosely in the pocket of his blue slacks. He let out a slow whistle once he saw the stacks of cash piled inside.
"There's been a slight change of plans." He replied as he let the lid fall closed after examining the boxes contents. "Besides, this box of goodies is really only half the reason why we’re here."
"And the other half?" Frisk asked as she took another step toward the balcony, while Sans' gaze was preoccupied with inspecting the profit.
" Well, that would be for you bucko." Sans said darkly. Frisk had to keep herself from stiffening, as her blood ran cold at the sight of the emotionless glare that Sans shot over his shoulder at her. "You see this whole operation you did tonight was kind of like a test run." He continued. "And according to Mittsy, you passed with flying colors."
"So what are you? Some sort of monster congratulatory comity or something?" Frisk snapped sarcastically. Sans let out a loud bark of laughter.
"Haha, good one kid, but uh, not quite." He Replied. "Consider us more like your own personal escorts for this evening." Escorts? Frisk didn't like the sound of that. "And where exactly will you be escorting me to?" She asked. Sans' smile widened.
"See our boss is a real people person." He began. "He prefers to do his business dealings face to face. He's never really been a fan of the secret sneaky messaging shtick, If you get what i'm saying." Frisk nodded.
"So your boss wants to meet with me in person ?" She asked.
"Bingo." Sans answered.
Frisk crossed her arms, and placed a finger on her chin as she calmly paced across the apartment, casually bringing herself closer to the open balcony. She furrowed her brow and paused, as though she was contemplating a response, but in reality she didn't buy a single thread of the tale that the short skeleton was spinning between his teeth. It didn't make sense. She had never been asked to meet with the head honcho of any organization she had worked with before, and why would she have been? She was just a street rat, a lowly associate that occasionally did an odd job for them here or there. The highest ranking members that Frisk had ever dealt with were the Capos, and even those meetings were few and far in between.
In reality there was only one real reason that these two skeletal lackeys were in her apartment right now, and that was to cut off a lose end. It’s the only thing that made sense. They were a monster gang after all, and she was a human, a human that also worked with some of the biggest human gangs in Ebott, which were instant enemies of any, and all monster organizations. Mittsy had probably set this whole thing up from the start, when she found out that Frisk didn't have any info to offer her. She had probably even set up the drop assignment, just to get at least a little use out of Frisk before having her taken out. After all Mittsy had said it herself, she hated going home empty-handed.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you fellas." Frisk said turning her back to the skeleton brothers. "But unlike your boss i'm not so much of a people person, and I don’t really like to make a habit of meeting strangers face to face, So i'm going to have to decline your offer." She said. Sans just smirked as he leaned his weight on the table.
"Well kid, I'd say I understand, but this isn't really a request." He said, his once laid back tone taking on a stern edge. "Our boss isn't one to take no for an answer, unless it comes directly from you, face to face." Frisk let her shoulders fall in mock defeat.
" I guess your not giving me much of a choice then, are you?" She asked.
"Sorry pal." Sans replied. "Don’t worry it will be quick." He said, reaching for his worn brown trench coat, which he had previously thrown over the unlit stove in the corner. The taller skeleton also seemed to let his guard down as he prepared to leave with his brother. Once Sans had turned his back to Frisk she knew that it was now or never.
“You'd better be if you plan on catching me." She said dryly, before she bolted for the balcony.
Sans immediately whipped his attention back to Frisk, as he tried to make a grab for her with only one sleeve of his trench coat properly put on. Papyrus also tried to lunge for her from across the room, but both boys were too far away as Frisk hopped over the banister. She spun in the air and flashed Sans a smug smirk, before plummeting briefly. she then grabbed on to the bottom rung of the banister, and swung herself through the window of the apartment below . She braced herself as she smashed through the flimsy glass pain of the window, before hurriedly getting up, and quickly shaking the shards of glass from her hair and clothing. She had a view nicks, but nothing serious. She then ran across the length of the apartment, and threw open another window that faced in to an alleyway. without a second of hesitation Frisk threw herself out of the window and clung on to a drain pipe that was bolted to the wall of the adjacent building. She then scampered up the drain pipe till she made it to the roof tops , before sprinted like the wind, not daring to look back. The two brothers stood shocked for a moment on the edge of the balcony, both their arms still slightly outstretched.
"BROTHER! THE HUMAN IS ESCAPING! WE HAVE TO CAPTURE THEM!" Papyrus finally shouted, breaking their trance.
"Heh, ya wasn't expecting that." Sans replied, turning his gaze to see Frisk hopping over the rooftops in the distance "I guess they really got the jump on us huh?" He shrugged, smiling at his brother.
"SANS THIS IS HARDLY THE TIME!" Papyrus screeched, stomping his foot impatiently.
"Your right, sorry bro. Why don’t you head down to the street level and see if you can cut her off that way." Sans replied. Papyrus nodded as he headed toward the door.
"AND WHAT ABOUT YOU SANS? YOU'RE NOT PLANNING ON SLACKING OFF AGAIN ARE YOU?" Papyrus said, pausing to turn to his brother, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Na bro, I think I'm gonna try to tail her up on the rooftops." Sans replied as he hopped up on the banister.
"ALL RIGHT BROTHER I TRUST YOU, BUT NO LOLLYGAGGING!" Papyrus said as he opened the door, shooting his brother a warning look before racing down the stairs.
"Sure thing Paps." Sans said as he hoisted himself up to the roof of the abandoned building. He could just make out Frisks silhouette as she bounded further, and further away. He had to admit he was actually quite impressed that she had managed to slip through his fingers so easily. He now completely understood why Mittsy had been so insistent on her. Sans sighed as he estimated the distance between him and the kid. By the looks of it, he was gonna have to make quite the jump to catch up to her. He silently berated himself for making the mistake of letting his guard down when he had thought he had her cornered. This job would have been so much easier if he had kept a better eye socket on her. Oh well, he would just have to make sure to never make that mistake again.
"Alright kiddo, no more mister funny bones." Sans said to himself as he decided on a shortcut that would land him right in Frisks intended path. It was time to go to work.