I’m at your mercy

::Frisk couldn’t help but feel his warmth, even if it was misguided. They looked at him and smiled, their face so broken it was hard to read. “I want nothing more than to make you happy, my love.” They purred. They held their gory hand against their chest and stretching their arm out to him. “I will bleed to death for my sins, may I do it with you in my company.”

“Come my prince, I suspect you would like your afternoon tea,” the said softly, “I shall make it for you when we get back to the palace. Then I shall not bother you anymore for the day…”::

*The prince heaved out a heavy sigh, not realizing he had been so tense. He had let his shell break in front of the human before him, and almost felt ashamed that he allowed himself to be so exposed. He reminded himself Frisk only existed still to be useful to him, and it didn’t matter what would become of them. This was all just a petty game for fun, the only non-bland thing to him. Asriel took the other’s hand, pulling himself to his normal stance. He nodded solemnly. 

“....I would appreciate a cup of tea made by your hands.” 

*He said quietly, letting out another small breath. He hadn’t have any of those breakdowns in a long while, so he was a bit out-of-place.

I’m at your mercy

::Frisk emotionlessly turned to face him, their eyes showing nothing. They walked over to the Prince, bowing down before him and resting their head against the cold, hard ground. “I am. I am your loyal servant, Frisk,” they said softly. “Now why would you forget my name? Have I not been good enough for you?” They asked, their voice totally toneless. “I will have to try harder to please you, my Prince.” 

Like they were in a trace they stood again and gently wiped the dust from their clothes. They couldn’t help but feel the eyes of a higher power looking down on them for their actions. 

But that didn’t matter. 

As long as he loved them, everything would be fine.::

*Asriel stared at Frisk in a horror. Why did he care now? Why did he care they killed someone? Why did he think it was wrong to have his f r i e n d serve him no matter what? Wasn’t this normal? The prince held his head, trying to compose himself. It seemed like that voice in his head wouldn’t shut up, trying to make him think differently, like when he first had come back into existence..He wiped his tears away, trying to push all of his thoughts from his mind. His eyes shut tightly..

“...This isn’t right--”

*The annoying voice in his head echoed again. He pushed it to the back of his mind, opening his eyes. His usual expression returned. He looked up back at Frisk, standing up. He gently smiled. 

“...Don’t fret, dear servant....Just do as asked.”

I’m at your mercy

*Asriel nodded, wanting to do so in the first place to not be seen even watching the monsters die. He seemed to know his way around well, making sure he was hidden at all times. The prince was unemotional as she  turned into dust so easily and effortlessly. He seemed more entertained that Frisk had done it so well. He seemed pleased with himself, until he saw both the dust and the human’s blood over the meadow. A memory took over him. 

*Asriel hadn’t noticed he had fallen to the ground, and..he was crying? ...Why? That..doesn’t..matter... . .

*He didn’t even process much less hear what the other had said, his head spinning in circles. The prince looked up at Frisk in the center of the blood, dust, and meadow. He felt a disgusting feeling go through him. Why was he even feeling anything, anyways? It hurt. It hurt to see a human that looked so much like them. He tore his eyes away from the scene, holding onto his chest. A voice in the back of his head was trying to tell him something, but he ignored it like he always had. 

“.....Y...ou are Frisk, right?”

More of “UnderLife” AU owned by @childburninginhell and @slybones

as I was working on this I was informed that for the AU, Frisk had been diagnosed with cancer at one point when sans and toriel were married. After Frisk went into remission, they got a divorce, and Sans is now in a custody battle. Frisk wants to stay with sans, because he was there in the hospital for them a lot more than Toriel was, even with him working multiple jobs, but the rest of the “family” is on Toriel’s side.

aah, I auto-used she/her pronouns since my blog’s frisk is a girl but in the AU they are agender.

ARE YOU LITERALLY TRYING TO KILL ME? Oh my GOD. Everything is so powerful and I cannot handle life right now. Holy shit. 

I’m at your mercy

::”I promise I will not,” They said sharply before taking out the knife and spinning it around their finger tips, almost like they were already accustomed to it’s weight. “I can’t help but feel this is familiar territory,” they mused softly before walking over to one of the windows that faced outward. Their whole body reflected in the glass as they ran their hand across it. They felt a rush of heat flow through them as the Prince’s glance followed their every move. “I do long for the destruction of monsters and humans alike. I long to rescue everyone. I long for the chance to finally be able to move on from this messed up existence of ours.”

They held the knife close to their palm and they ran it over the center, “Forgive me, for I have sinned,” they said to the ground before allowing their blood to flow up in their hand. They quickly faced him. 

“Let us leave now, my first target is not far from here. I advise you, my Prince, please do not watch all of my actions. Your pure self should never see what I am going to do…”::

*Asriel watched the human with curious eyes, feeling an odd sympathy with what Frisk had said. Life had suddenly become so boring to him one day...No one really mattered to him, and the entire idea of just...existing became boring to him. The prince only found solace in the dust covered-wastelands he longed for the Underground to become. 

*His expression changed when seeing blood reappear from their hand. He stared once again, but tore his eyes away as before. He  nodded at their other statement, slowly composing himself back to normal once again. He was almost entertained by the fact that the human considered himself “pure”, when he really was only using Frisk to kill for him for the sake of still seeming like a good person. He sighed lightly.

“I don’t believe you’ve sinned. You only do as asked of you, which is very obedient.”

“...Human, I promise I won’t think of you any less for doing your duty.”

I’m at your mercy

::Frisk looked at him and smiled, “Just say the word, and I can give you more.” They said, sticking their finger in their mouth and gently sucking the blood off. They had a pull on him as well, it was almost fun. “Let us go, but first I have some other business to attend to. My prince, you’re just too much for me. I am flustered by your mere presence. I need to catch my breath before I go on any special missions for you, for I think I will throw everything off if my mind is so riddled with emotions.”

They simply turned around, their finger resting in their mouth. Was the prince addicted to the substance that made them a human? This is interesting indeed.::

*Asriel couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off the small splatter of blood on the ground...He wondered why humans had something like that. He didn’t quite understand why he’d be baffled by it either...maybe it was because he’d never seen something like that that a monster had possessed. He looked up at Frisk, finally processing the words the human had said. 

“.....”

*He made a smile once again, finding his old self instead of being so focused on blood. Again, he was entertained by the fact that the mere presence of himself around Frisk made them too flustered for anything. He nodded to the other, clearing his throat.

“Of course. Do not take long.”

I’m at your mercy

::Frisk’s mind turned to mush as they turned back to their prince, his glowing frame reflected in their soft vision. “You care,” they spoke softly, walking over to him and gently taking his hand, their knife cutting into their finger slightly. The blood droplets hit the floor as their eyes widened. His whole demeanor changed in a flash. 

He was now holding their hand, staring intently at the blood hanging from their digit. “Do… Do you like watching me bleed?” They asked, hypnotized by his touch.::

*Asriel didn’t take his stare off the small drips of blood. Living in a world full of creatures who never bled, and only turned into dust...This was interesting to him. Maybe Frisk was much more useful than he had first thought. He turned his head in different directions, trying to understand why a human bled. The prince never really understood it, and he probably wouldn’t ever. 

“.....It’s interesting.”

*He quietly said, finally blinking and taking his gaze off of the blood. 

“...T...hat doesn’t matter right now. We have people to...”rid of”.”

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I’m at your mercy

::Frisk whole frame shifted, the mere fact that he would consider loving them back was enough to feed into their mind like a motivating force. They couldn’t help but feel full of strange and powerful emotions. There was nothing more they wanted. There was nothing more anyone could ever do. 

They were engulfed in their feelings for him, almost as if he had cast a spell on them. “Yes, your highness. I am yours,” they said, their voice void of any expression. “For you, I will give the world. Just watch me, I will make you proud. I will be so loyal to you. I will win your love.”

Frisk nodded their head and gently stepped back. They would sit in the garden for a bit to catch their breath before heading out on their mission. Maybe they would brew some tea…::

*Asriel watched the other slowly call into his trap, feeling another sadistic sense of happiness, if he could even call it that. He saw the other leaving, and at the last minute..he felt like there wasn’t something satisfied. He didn’t want to wait for the people to die--He wanted to see it himself. He wanted to see every last monster in this damned place turn into dust, and have himself be the only survivor. That great urge made him take a step forward, almost subconsciously.

“...Wait.”

“.....”

“...I want to come as well. Out of sight, but...I wish to stay with you for a longer time.”

*He lied once again, to seem like he was growing a romantic feeling for the other, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. He knew though, that if he were to make himself under the impression that he could possibly love the human, they would be more obliged to ask less questions and kill more for the sake of “love”. The thought of having that newly-made knife turn into an ashy, dust-covered mess made him want to take the knife from Frisk and--He stopped his train of thought. Not now. 

“I want to stay out of sight, to not draw attention, but...I...I would be saddened if anything happened to you and I not know.”

I’m at your mercy

::Frisk glanced at them simply before blinking, how would they word this appropriately? Perhaps they just needed some tact. They couldn’t help but feel his change of expression, but they had to get some of their original strength back. They were so in love with him that it was hard for them to even think. 

“Would you consider loving me back, if I completed your tasks? I will kill everyone who ever questioned you, I will murder every being that ever determined you were an awful ruler. I would even allow you to do whatever you want with me, only to hear the soft tender words that you love me…” They had their eyes glued to the ground as they said these words. They couldn’t help but feel his glance on their soul. He could even have their soul, if he wanted…::

*The prince almost seemed surprised at how..desperate Frisk seemed for any validation that he would love them. He took a mental note that he could use that to his advantage, making another warm smile, his blue eyes melting into a kind look. He was proud of himself to be such a good actor, being able to pretend like he had a sliver of emotion. He reached his hand out to Frisk, cupping his hand to their cheek, and pulled the other’s gaze from the ground to his eyes.

“My dear Frisk...Your bold words are touching. But...I cannot force myself into any feelings.”

*Asriel leaned in closer, tilting his head a little and allowing himself to seem vulnerable.

“But I feel if...if you were to stay by my side, no matter what I asked of you, I may feel a different way. You understand, right?”