Shopping trip
Frisk woke up early the next morning as she needed all the time she could get to prepare for her meeting with Alico. The brothers weren't awake yet and Frisk guessed that it would still be at least another 45 minutes before Papyrus would be up. She quickly scrawled down a note for the brothers, letting them know that she would be back in time for lunch. She made sure that it was in a visible location where the brothers could easily find and read it so Papyrus wouldn't worry, and so Sans wouldn't be suspicious. She then burled down the stairwell and through the empty bar, before she hit the streets of Ebbot.
Frisk breathed in the fresh morning air. The city was still quite tranquil, with only a few early risers and business owners awake preparing for the new day. Frisk strolled down the main streets of the Under - City, she bought an apple from one of the vendors as she made her way to Bouton D'or hotel. The walk was quite a far trek from the monster portion of the city as it existed on the upper east side of Ebbot in the rich area of town. It was a place that Frisk had actually never been to as crime bosses usually liked to keep their work away from their home life. Frisk gazed around in wonder at her surroundings as she entered the land of the Upper-Crust. Everything was so beautiful and maintained, there wasn't even a scrap of littler on the sidewalks, it was like another world. If Frisk hadn't have just come from the Under- City she wouldn't have believed that the two places actually existed almost right next to one another. As Frisk continued down the pristine streets of the east side of Ebbot, more people started to emerge to greet the new day. Frisk found herself outright staring at some of the magnificently dressed individuals that passed her way. The men all looked so handsome in there well fitted tailored suits, and shiny shoes, and the women looked stunning in there elegant dresses and fancy hats. It wasn't long before Frisk realized that she was also being stared at. As the smartly dressed individuals who would pass her by, would snub their noses up, sneer, or simply gawk. It was then that Frisk realized that she was not in some kind of dream land, but was an outsider in a strange world far different then her own. She was drawing attention to herself. She was sticking out. That was dangerous. Frisk quickly ducked behind a row of manicured apartment buildings, and was thankful to find that even in a place as well groomed as this, dark alleys and dirty side streets still existed. Frisk stuck to the shadows for the rest of her trip, staying well out of site from all the glittery people in the sunlight.
As Frisk rounded the next corner she came face to face with her destination, right across the street stood the hotel. It was massive, and was by far the most elegant thing that Frisk had ever seen in her entire life. The gardens were immaculate as everything was snipped and trained to grow in just the right way. The bell hops stood at attention, and almost appeared soldier like next to a red velvet carpet that extended from the huge decorative front doors and down the marble steps. The windows were pristine and polished, and reflected the light in a way that made the entire building shine like gold. Frisk gulped as she snuk across to the other side of the street. There was no way in hell that she was ever going to get inside a place like that with how she looked now, but that didn't stop her from circling the building to look for easier access and exit points, in case something unforeseeable happened during the meeting, and Frisk needed to make a quick escape.
She was happy to find a workers entrance at the back part of the building. It looked like it led right into the kitchen as a few cooks were currently standing outside the door taking their smoke break. She also found a back area for delivery trucks to pull in and make drops, as well as a Landry shoot. Frisk smiled feeling a little more confident at her options. As she finished surveying the area, Frisk noticed that it was getting close to noon, She would have to hurry back if she was going to make it on time for lunch, like she had promised in her note.
As soon as Frisk cleared the invisible border between the Upper-Crust and the Under- City, she sprinted for home over the roof tops. When she made it back to Grillby's it was twelve o'clock right on the dot, as Frisk could just make out the sound of the tolling bells of the clock tower from the cities center start to chime out the hour. Frisk smirked to herself, perfect timing.
Frisk made her way through the crowded bar and up the stares to the brothers apartment. When she opened the door she had been expected to see Papyrus in the kitchen heating up some spaghetti for lunch, and Sans either sitting at the table throwing puns at his brother, or lazying on the couch taking an afternoon nap, but instead she was greeted with an unpleasantly familiar face sitting on the couch sipping at a cup of coffee. Frisk froze in the doorway. The stranger turned her head upon hearing Frisk enter the room, and as soon as she saw Frisk a huge smile spread across her face.
"Frisk! its so good to see you!" Mittsy exclaimed as she hopped of the couch, and made a move toward her. Frisk backed away at her attempted advance, and then shot Mittsy the most vile scowl that she could muster. It seemed to work as Mittsy stopped in her tracks, and her smile quickly fell into a small pout.
"Oh, I suppose I deserve that." Mittsy said as she wrung her magenta clad gloved hands together nervously. Frisk briefly wondered how a person could own so many articles of clothing in the same shade of pink, before she turned her gaze away, paying Mittsy no more attentions as she ignored her presence and moved to make her way to the kitchen. Before she could, however, Sans rounded the corner with his brother, both holding their own steaming cups of coffee and tea.
"Hey kid that’s not anyway to greet a pal." Sans said as he stepped over to the living room and took a seat on the couch. Papyrus followed behind him to his own seat which was a chair that he had gotten from the kitchen. Frisk noticed that he had also set one up for her as well.
"YES FRISK, I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN PLEASED TO SEE MISS MITTSY." Papyrus added. "SHE IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARE WITH US AFTER ALL." Mittsy winced a little at Papyrus' comment as Frisks scowl deepened.
"No, no boys." Mittsy interjected. "She has a right to be angry with me. I did spring all of this on her very suddenly after all." Mittsy said sheepishly. "That’s why I was so excited to come by when you called me Sans, so I could apologizes to Frisk in person." Frisk's scowl moved from Mittsy directly over to Sans right after she heard Mittsy's confession.
"You called her?" She asked him darkly. Sans didn't seem to pay any mind to her angry tone as he continued to sip his coffee.
"Yup." He replied.
"Why?" Frisk continued her eyes narrowing even more at the short skeleton.
"Because you told me you needed help with finding something to wear for your big shindig." He Began. "And, heh, I thought Mittens here would be much better suited for the job then me." Sans said with a chuckle. Papyrus groaned from across the room.
"Sans, must you call me that?" Mittsy said with a feigned expression of annoyance on her face, but Frisk could see right through it. Sans shrugged
"Why not?" He said "I thought that nickname was a real mouseterpiece" Sans flashed a contented grin in Mittsy's direction as she giggled at his pun. Papyrus just grumbled to himself as he continued to sip his tea.
"Why couldn't you have just taken me?" Frisk interjected, ignoring the hurt expression on Mittsy's face.
"Uh, well pal, I could take you to some suit shops, but when it comes to ladies clothes, I'm about as lost as you are." Sans answered.
"I could wear a suit." Frisk said, unwavering from her decision to not have anything to do with the mouse monster.
"Heh, kid look, I don’t think they make them that small." Sans replied with a slight smirk. Frisk frowned.
"You wear one." She shot back, and Sans' smile quickly took on an annoyed edge as he turned an irritated gaze in Frisk's direction.
"Ok now!" Mittsy suddenly spoke up, in an attempt to diffuse the tension forming between Frisk and Sans. "Frisk, I know that your not happy with me, and I don’t blame you." She said turning to Frisk. "I was dishonest and I betrayed your trust." She continued. "But please let me help you, just this once, if you still don’t want anything to do with me by the end of today I promise that you wont see my face ever again." She said, fixing Frisk with the most apologetic puppy eyes that Frisk had ever seen.
Frisk crossed her arms as she continued to stare down at Mittsy. She didn't want to admit it, but Frisk knew that she needed all of the help that she could get in order to make herself look the part of a wealthy professional business women. She had to fit in with the polished people of the Upper-Crust, and Frisk had to confess that there was really no better person for he job then Mittsy. The mouse monster was always impeccably dressed, she herself would have fit right in with the crowd of glittering guests sure to be present at the hotel.
"Fine." Frisk said with a grumble. She didn't like it, but she didn't really have a choice. Mittsy's face lit up upon hearing Frisk's answer, not paying any mind to how reluctant it was.
"Oh Frisk! I'm so happy!" She said as she clasped her hands together. "Now, we have a lot of work to do, and we have to start right away if you want any chance at getting in to that hotel." Frisk couldn't help but frown at Mittsy's comment even though she knew it was true. "I promise you wont regret this." Mittsy said as she pulled Frisk behind her toward the door of the brothers apartment. Frisk sighed to herself as she realized she already was.
Mittsy led the way through the main streets of Ebbot, before stopping in front of an elegant looking boutique.
"We'll start here." She said happily, a confident glint in here eye as she pulled Frisk through the decorative front door. When Frisk entered the shop she immediately felt out of place. She was surrounded by so many fancy, frilly, and glittery things that it was making her head spin. that also paired with the heavy sent of floral perfume was not helping her condition any.
"May I help you?" A monster women asked as she rounded one of the displays set up in the shop. Her gaze was full of hospitality and friendliness as she addressed Mittsy, but as soon as it fell to Frisk it was quickly replaced by a look of slight shock and then mild suspicion. Frisk felt herself curl up as she attempted to scoot behind Mittsy and away from the gaze of the lady shopkeeper. Mittsy, unfortunately, wouldn't let her hide as she stepped away from Frisk, placed her hands over Frisk's shoulders, and pushed her forward in front of the shop Keeper.
"Yes actually." She chirped happily. "We are looking for something for my friend here." Mittsy smiled. The shop keeper raised an eyebrow at Frisk, before the hospitable smile returned to her face.
"Of course." She said. "Right this way."
The shop keeper led Mittsy and Frisk to the back unit of the store. Frisk huffed to herself as she realized it was the petite section. Mittsy was already busy pulling garment after garment and pilling them high over Frisks open arms. The shop keeper hovered near by, watching the curious display as Mittsy shoved Frisk into the changing room.
"Make sure you show me everything that you try on." Mittsy called from the other side of the curtain. "Even if you don’t like it." Frisk grumbled as she struggled to pull a cream colored lacy number over her head, the tassels kept getting caught in her hair.
Frisk already knew that this dress wasn't going to work as she stepped out from the changing room. It hung to loosely for Frisk's small frame, completely hiding any trace of a figure that Frisk had. It was layered with lace and tassels, and fell past Frisk's ankles as it dragged behind her on the floor. Frisk felt like she had been wrapped in a very fancy curtain. Mittsy sneered at the ensemble unimpressed.
"Nope." She replied curtly. "Take it off, try on the next one." She barked. Frisk rolled her eyes as she re entered the dressing room. Mittsy could become a real tyrant when It came to clothing.
The next outfit wasn't much better then the first. It was a tailored three piece suit that consisted of a plad women's suit jacket, waist coat, and pencil skirt. Frisk already knew she hated it. The skirt didn't allow her any flexibility, she could barely move her legs passed a shuffle. What happened if she had to make an escape, was she just supposed to waddle away? Mittsy seemed to have the same impression.
"Too stuffy." She replied as she gestured to Frisk to go back in the room. Frisk let out an audible sigh, making sure that Mittsy heard it.
The next outfit Frisk actually liked. It consisted of grey slacks a white simple dress shirt and a matching grey vest, with smart black buttons, and a black ribbon tied neatly under the collar of the shirt. Frisk had already tested out the outfit as she preformed a number of stretches in the dressing room. She was pleased to find that the pants were form fitting but loose enough to allow Frisk to move quickly and easily, and the shirt and vest didn't hinder her movements in the slightest. Frisk proudly stepped out from behind the curtain only for her to have her hopes dashed as Mittsy shook her head.
"Why not? I like this one." Frisk Whined as she looked the ensemble over.
"Its two casual." Mittsy explained. "You can buy that one for your other exchanges, but we need to find you something much more formal for your meeting with Alico tomorrow." Frisk huffed, but reluctantly agreed as she took off the outfit and folded it neatly, before handing it to the women to place by the cash register to pay for later.
"If I may intervene." The women said upon returning. "Maybe I could be of some assistance." She said, and to Frisk's surprise the women seemed to be addressing her."Can you tell me how you want to look?"Frisk paused for a moment, not really sure how to respond. She supposed she wanted to look elegant, but not to glitzy. She wanted to be professional after all, but she also didn't want to look to stuffy. She wanted something simple and fun that was still respectable and gave off a no nonsense air.
"I want to look like her." Frisk stated as she pointed to Mittsy. Mittsy's eyes widened at Frisk's answer as a blush immediately formed over her furry cheeks. The shop keeper smiled sweetly.
"I'll see what I can do." She said as she moved to go grab something from the back of the store.
"Frisk that was…" Mittsy stuttered, and Frisk cocked her head to the side, confused by Mittsy's sudden bashful appearance. Had she said something wrong ? She was only trying to give the easiest explanation. “That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard!" Mittsy continued as she grabbed Frisk in a surprise hug “You are just too adorable!" She continued. Frisks protests were muffled by Mittsy's embrace as she struggled to free herself.
When the women returned, she gave a light cough to try and announce her presence to the endearing display. She smiled sheepishly as she handed Frisk a simple baby blue dress.
"I believe this might be what you're looking for." The women replied. Frisk eyed the dress in interest. It was modest but elegant at the same time, and didn't appear overly stuffy or flirty. Frisk shrugged, it wouldn't hurt to try it on.
As Frisk finished pulling the dress over her body, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror provided in the changing area. She was surprised to find that she actually really liked what she saw. The dress was very fitting to her form as it had a light sweetheart neckline and fitted bodice that accentuated her slight curves before it tapered out into an a-line flowing skirt that reached her knees. The neckline as well as the short sleeves were lined with a thin black trim that matched the sharp black buttons trailing down the center of the bodice, which contrasted nicely against the light baby blue color. Frisk spun around and couldn't help but giggle as she watched the skirt twirl around her. she had never felt so girly before…. it was nice.
Frisk found herself growing nervous as she stepped out from behind the curtain. She hoped that Mittsy liked this one. As soon as Frisk was out in the open, Mittsy smiled and clasped her gloved hands together.
"It's perfect!" She exclaimed. Frisk couldn't help but smile with relief, she thought so to.
"Here, try this on with it." The women said as she approached Frisk, and draped a grey empire waisted pea-coat with black buttons over her shoulders. Mittsy smiled at least ten times bigger at the addition.
"Oh Frisk, you look wonderful!" She said excitedly. Frisk blushed.
"Thanks." She replied.
Frisk stood nervously by the till, still wearing the blue dress and pea-coat as Mittsy had insisted that Frisk wear them home to get used to the feeling of being dolled up. The shopkeeper women quickly tallied up the items, before stating the grand total cost. Frisk felt a sharp stab at the announced amount, it was going to put a pretty big hole into her savings, but she supposed she could consider this a business investment. She sighed as she reached to pull some money out of the pocket of her tattered trousers that she still held protectively in her arms. Mittsy had tried to convince her to throw them out, but Frisk absolutely refused. The clothes were worn, but still useful, and besides Frisk could still wear them during the jobs that required her to take to the roof tops so her new clothes would remain soot free. Before Frisk could get the money out of her pocket Mittsy had already laid out the amount on the table in front of the women. Frisk turned shocked to Mittsy and was about to protest, when Mittsy waved a hand to silence her.
"This is my attempt at an apology remember." She said sweetly. "Please, let me pay for this." Frisk allowed her mouth to snap shut upon hearing Mittsy's sincere request. She couldn't find it in her to argue.
Before they were about to leave the boutique, Frisk's eyes wandered over to a display table where numerous accessories were placed. Frisk couldn't help but ogle a pair of short white gloves, they were very elegant and folded over to give the wrist a collard appearance. Frisk thought they looked almost exactly like the ones that Mittsy was wearing. Mittsy caught Frisk's glance at the gloves and smiled. Before Frisk could even attempt at stopping Mittsy she called over to the shopkeeper lady.
"Will take these to miss." She said as Frisk shot her a stunned glare. Mittsy just shrugged happily in response.
"They are the perfect final touch." She said as Frisk blushed, before tugging on the gloves. She didn't want to admit it, but she did really like them.
After a few more visits to a few more stores, Frisk and Mittsy began to head back to the brother's apartment. Frisk followed behind Mittsy, fully dressed up in her new outfit which now consisted of a grey tilt hat that matched her coat, and a pair of insufferable black heals. Frisk struggled to walk in the ridiculous shoes as she followed behind Mittsy. She had been complaining about them since Mittsy had bought them for her. They didn't make sense to Frisk. Not only were they completely impractical, they also impaired her movements greatly, and Frisk knew that she wouldn't be able to make a quick getaway wearing these stupid things; Plus they hurt, and they pinched her toes. Mittsy just rolled her eyes at Frisk's grumbling, before forcing Frisk to wear them home so she could get used to walking in them. Luckily Frisk had also convinced Mittsy to allow her to get a new pair of black boots for her more casual endeavors, as her poor tired brown ones were starting to near the end of there shabby life. Frisk had already worn a hole through the soul of the left one, it was now only a mater of time before they fell apart completely.
Frisk watched Mittsy as she strutted confidently and easily in her own pair of heels. Frisk had no idea how she was able to glide so effortlessly, and decided to try to copy Mittsy's posture. She forced herself to straighten up, and pushed her shoulders back. She tilted her chin up slightly making her neck appear elongated. She then attempted to match Mittsy's pace, but decided to go a little slower after she almost stumbled, and nearly face planted, just until she had gotten more used to stilts that were strapped onto her feet.
By the time that they had made it back to the apartment, Frisk had just about gotten the hang of the heels. She did struggle, however, to get up the stairs, which resulted in Mitssy telling her to do it again, and again until she had finally made it to the top without so much of a wobble. A few monsters at the bar threw some jokes and jeers in Frisk's direction as she continued to try to make it up the staircase, but all were silenced as soon as Mittsy shot them with a narrowed glare. When the two had finally made it inside the apartment Frisk wanted nothing more then to take the stupid things off of her feet and hurl them out of the window. She settled for kicking them off across the apartment floor, before finally relaxing into the brothers lumpy sofa. Sans rounded the corner as he heard the two enter the apartment.
"Wow, that took longer then I thought." He said as he gave Mittsy a sly wink in greeting. When his eye sockets fell to Frisk he did a double take.
"Jeez kid," He started. "I hardly recognized you there for a second, you sure clean up nice.” Frisk wasn't really sure what to do with herself after that comment. She couldn't tell if Sans was being sincere, or if he was teasing her again. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and presume that he had actually meant to be nice for once.
"Thanks." She mumbled quietly as she averted her eyes.
"OH, ARE THEY BACK SANS?" Papyrus asked as he followed behind his brother. As soon as his gaze fell to Frisk his jaw dropped and stars exploded in his eye sockets.
"FRISK YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT!" He exclaimed as he rushed over to the couch and quickly pulled Frisk to her feet. He then proceeded to twirl the now very shocked Frisk around the room as he praised Mittsy for her excellent fashion sense. Sans just watched and chuckled as his brothers enthusiasm, as well as the ever reddening face of Frisk who clearly was not used to so much attention.
The rest of the day was spent with Mittsy teaching Frisk basic manners of high class society. She had Papyrus set up a three coarse dinner, all courses of which consisted of spaghetti to Frisks dismay. It was definitely the most confusing meal that Frisk had ever eaten. Frisk didn't understand how being rich could be so complicated. Why did rich people need so many different sets of cutlery, And why did they need two drinking glasses? Frisk moved to pick up one of the forks next to her plate.
"Wrong!" Mittsy called immediately as Frisk huffed and put the fork back down. "This is the first course, you need to use the salad fork." She said a tone of frustration very present in her voice.
"But i'm eating spaghetti!" Frisk replied, just as frustrated.
"Then just Pretend it’s a salad!" Mittsy retorted as she rubbed at her temples. Frisk grumbled as she moved to pick up the salad fork . This was stupid. Rich people were stupid. Frisk then twirled a heap of noodles around her fork and moved to shovel them into her mouth.
"Smaller bites!" Mittsy shouted, and Frisk rolled her eyes as she let half of the pile fall off of her fork, before she nibbled gingerly on the small portion.
"Now remember, always leave some food on your plate. Its not lady like to have a big appetite." Mittsy instructed. Frisk just shot Mittsy a dumbfounded look over her shoulder. She could not get her head around how backwards the thinking of upper class society was. They actually had enough money to buy as much food as they wanted, and they didn’t even eat it?! Frisk sighed to herself, this job was turning out to be much harder then she originally had anticipated.
A few more hours of Mittsy's nitpicking and Frisk was done, she could not take it anymore. She swiftly got up from the table and made her way to the bathroom to change. She ignored Papyrus' protesting whines as she closed the door behind herself, and proceeded to pull the blue dress over her head. She then took a few deep breaths as she tried to shove her frustration away, before she put on her raggedy cotton button up, and patched and tattered trousers, and then relief finally settled over her. This was familiar. This was comfortable. This was her. When she stepped out of the bathroom she felt much better, much more herself, but she also knew that she couldn't be herself when it came to the meeting with Alico. She had to play the part of a prettied up princess, and she had to play it perfectly. With a sigh Frisk headed back to the kitchen to continue going over Mittsy's manor lessons. Sans was now currently napping on the couch as Papyrus continued to pout and try to insist that Frisk should change back into her dress so the experience would be more like the real thing. Frisk couldn't help but snicker at his antics, it seemed like Papyrus was playing the part of a movie director as he instructed Frisk to eat the spaghetti with more passion, and to gaze longingly across the table. When they finally finished it was late and everyone, even Papyrus was exhausted.
"EXCELLENT WORK TODAY FRISK, I'M SURE YOU WILL HAVE NO PROBLEM AT ALL WITH YOUR MEETING TOMORROW." He said, stifling a yawn before he bid Mittsy farewell and headed off to bed. Mittsy was also getting ready to leave, but she turned to Frisk before she headed out the door.
"You did really well today." She began and Frisk nodded. She had gone over the lessons so many times that she easily had them memorized by now, and was feeling fairly confident for her meeting at the hotel tomorrow. "I'll be back again tomorrow to help you get ready." She continued now fiddling with her magenta gloves as if there was something else she wanted to say. Frisk waited patently as Mittsy then took a deep breath to compose herself.
"Do- do you forgive me ?" She asked sheepishly as she glanced shyly in Frisks direction. Frisk paused for a moment to consider her answer. She knew that she should still be angry at Mittsy, In fact she really, really waned to be, but she just couldn't seem to conjure any negative feelings when it came to the mouse monster standing guiltily in the doorway. Frisk let out a sigh.
"Yes, I forgive you." She said in slight reluctance. Mittsy immediately swept Frisk up in another surprise hug. Frisk just hung limply, patting Mittsy lightly on the shoulder in her own gesture of regard. She was starting to get used to these sudden affectionate outbursts that both Mittsy and Papyrus seemed to communicate with.
"Oh Frisk I am so glad!" She said happily. "I promise you and I will become the best of friends!" Frisk paused at this comment, that was the second offer of friendship that she had received after Papyrus. Until now, Frisk hadn't really made any friends in a very long time, as the only connections she had made with other people were for business transactions. Frisk hummed a this, friends sounded nice.
After a few moments Mittsy released Frisk from her embrace, and gave her a happy farewell as she exited the brothers apartment, promising to be back bright and early the next day to help Frisk prepare for her meeting. Frisk tiredly returned Mittsy's goodbyes with her own, before she shut and locked the apartment door after Mittsy left.
"So guess your not the type to hold a grudge." She heard Sans lazily drawl from behind her. Frisk flinched slightly as she thought he was still asleep, but as she looked back he was staring at her from his lazy position on the couch.
"There's no point." Frisk replied and Sans cocked an eyebrow. "Its in the past." Frisk continued. "Besides it wont help me any if I stay mad at her, and shes helping me now." Sans tilted his head to the side, his lazy grin growing a touch wider, he was slightly impressed by her response.
"Makes sense." He said as he got off the couch and started heading back toward his room. "By the way." He said pausing at his door." You did good today, and I'm sure you'll do fine with your meeting with fancy pants tomorrow." He continued "Anyway, I'll be rooting for you kiddo." He said before he entered his room. Frisk continued to stare at his door, again not sure how to take his words. After a while she decided to forget about it, it had been a long day and Frisk knew that she was in for a much longer one tomorrow. It was finally time for her to get some sleep.