The crowd of orc displayed a wide wave of confusion, anger, frustration, and a wide spectrum of emotions in between as they are threatened by what in many of their eyes were a literal demon. Several of the orcs dropped their weapons and took off as soon the ultimatum was made, while the others slowly joined them after considering their options for a while.
As soon as 99% of the crowd was on the run, the sound of several fighter jets zoomed by from above. Several from the crowd crooked their head up to see the commotion, while most just kept looking forward towards the eventual safety of the coming brush.
A loud bang shook the Earth, which sent the remaining 1% of orcs running. In front of Sans was a tiny pegasus, her body covered in armor, while what little of her fur showing was colored in purple pastel.
“Chase them, make sure they keep running!” Called the mare, her voice booming into the sky. Two other pegasi darted ahead, leaving a line of cloud in their wake.
The winged horse turned her stern eyes towards the skeleton.
“So what’s your story?”
Sans tried not to react, his adrenaline still pumping, he was prepared to fight if he needed to, but a familiar goat woman parted her way through the brush, an arm outstretched in front of her.
“He’s with us!” She called out. “The skeleton and the human child are with us!”
It was this moment he remembered Frisk. The commotion of having flying technicolor horses suddenly pop up in front of him had given him a momentary distraction from his promised task. He scanned around for the child, and saw her a mere 30 feet away, standing around, her mouth still agape, her eyes transfixed where the fire left only smoldering coals and a fried corpse.
The mare discovered the fried body and moved in to inspect.
“Looks like an orc fell into a sacrificial fire. Never a pretty death.” She said. She tried to lift it up with a hoof, but dropped it with a wince when some juices splattered the ground. She started to walk back to the group. “We’ll have someone here to clean this mess up, make sure no residual dark magic isn’t lingering about.”
“How did you know to find us?” Asked Sans, his brain finally working properly under the absurdity.
“Oh, that was because of me!” Cried out Alphys, who finally parted through the forest, huffing hard from the work out. “I-huff huff I huff after you left I sent a scouter drone-huff I saw the orcs and told Toriel to get help.”
Toriel fell down to her knees and gave the child a hug from behind, which startled her a bit, finally got her to look away from the fire.
“Please don’t run off again like that! If you spot something tell us!” Cried out the goat mother as Frisk turned around in her arms to hug her back.
“Funny the orcs were already on the run before our forces arrived. Must have spooked them to see their leader get fried like that.” Said the pegasus soldier. She turned towards Sans once again. “I see you were injured in the conflict, we should get you medical attention.”
“Well,” the bone man said, rubbing his chin, “okay, but only if the kid can come.”
The pegasus, who introduced herself as Metal Clad on the way, leads the group through the woods and into the start of the city. The marvel of first experiencing the wackiness and creativity of Ambrosia first hand was mired a bit by the mad experience the group just encountered. It appeared even in a place like this there was danger lurking by.
Frisk was silent the entire way.
Sans was put in a hospital bed. At first, he was given a normal doctor who up and noped out of the room with one look, and they eventually had to settle with a magic healer instead. Before the fairy could cast her healing magic on the splintered bleeding bones, Toriel leaned in close to what would be his ears.
“Thank you for protecting Frisk.” She whispered.
The group left the room to leave the fairy in a scantily clad dress to do her magic.
As soon as they are out of sight of the skeleton, Toriel takes Frisk’s hand.
“Alphys, stay here with Sans, Frisk and I will go get us checked in.”
“O-Okay.” Said the doc, no complaints there.
Holding her girl’s hand, she guides her down the street. She was careful earlier to look up it’s location before leaving on this trip.
The historical Rags and Riches hotel. At a time, this was the only hotel in Ambrosia, back before the city even had that name. It was where Princess Guu stayed while she recovered from the battle that decided the fate of this city. Of course it was refurbished since then, but it still looked like something that had survived wars.
Toriel approached the receptionist who was a honey badger lady.
“Excuse me, I have two rooms reserved under the name Toriel Dreemur”
“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you.” She types away at her computer at whirring speeds, before swivelling around in her chair, snagging a pair of hotel keys and handing them over. “Your rooms are on completely separate floors, is that okay?”
“Yes, this was intentional.” She responded. If Alphys reunites with Undyne, she didn’t want Frisk hearing the aftermath through the walls.
“Well, enjoy your stay Mrs. Dreemur! No need to pay, your rooms have been covered by the city of Ambrosia.”
Toriel had forgotten she was there as an ambassador.
Frisk expected them to turn and go back to the hospital, but the goat woman guided the child into one of the elevators and rided all the way up to the flight that contained her room, the one she and Toriel were going to share together.
Upon reaching their floor, she lead her down the hall and immediately inserted the key card into their room’s door.
As soon as they were inside and the door shut behind them, she dropped to her knees and embraced Frisk. The child was taken aback for a moment.
“I know when you are in distress. You saw something horrible amongst the orcs. Please.” She pulls away to look Frisk in the eyes. “Tell me, don’t let it bottle up. I know when you’re trying to be tough, please, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Frisk was a silent for a moment as she worked up the courage to speak again. She hadn’t said a word since the hostage situation, she was hesitant to say anything now. Eventually, Toriel’s big looming eyes won her over.
“It was the orc shaman. He was in the fire. I watched him...” She sniffed, a tear welled in the corner of her eye. “I watched him and - I watched Sans and-”
“It’s okay.” Said Toriel. She pulled her into another hug, this time, Frisk takes this chance to weep openly into her chest. “What you saw was horrible, unfortunately, I can’t change that for you.
“But please don’t hold it in. If you need to cry, I’m always here for you. Frisk.”
The little one didn’t say anything, she continue to cry into the front of her dress. Toriel picked her up and walked over to the bed. She took a seat and cradled the child in her arms, and waited patiently for the little one to empty all her tears.
As soon as 99% of the crowd was on the run, the sound of several fighter jets zoomed by from above. Several from the crowd crooked their head up to see the commotion, while most just kept looking forward towards the eventual safety of the coming brush.
A loud bang shook the Earth, which sent the remaining 1% of orcs running. In front of Sans was a tiny pegasus, her body covered in armor, while what little of her fur showing was colored in purple pastel.
“Chase them, make sure they keep running!” Called the mare, her voice booming into the sky. Two other pegasi darted ahead, leaving a line of cloud in their wake.
The winged horse turned her stern eyes towards the skeleton.
“So what’s your story?”
Sans tried not to react, his adrenaline still pumping, he was prepared to fight if he needed to, but a familiar goat woman parted her way through the brush, an arm outstretched in front of her.
“He’s with us!” She called out. “The skeleton and the human child are with us!”
It was this moment he remembered Frisk. The commotion of having flying technicolor horses suddenly pop up in front of him had given him a momentary distraction from his promised task. He scanned around for the child, and saw her a mere 30 feet away, standing around, her mouth still agape, her eyes transfixed where the fire left only smoldering coals and a fried corpse.
The mare discovered the fried body and moved in to inspect.
“Looks like an orc fell into a sacrificial fire. Never a pretty death.” She said. She tried to lift it up with a hoof, but dropped it with a wince when some juices splattered the ground. She started to walk back to the group. “We’ll have someone here to clean this mess up, make sure no residual dark magic isn’t lingering about.”
“How did you know to find us?” Asked Sans, his brain finally working properly under the absurdity.
“Oh, that was because of me!” Cried out Alphys, who finally parted through the forest, huffing hard from the work out. “I-huff huff I huff after you left I sent a scouter drone-huff I saw the orcs and told Toriel to get help.”
Toriel fell down to her knees and gave the child a hug from behind, which startled her a bit, finally got her to look away from the fire.
“Please don’t run off again like that! If you spot something tell us!” Cried out the goat mother as Frisk turned around in her arms to hug her back.
“Funny the orcs were already on the run before our forces arrived. Must have spooked them to see their leader get fried like that.” Said the pegasus soldier. She turned towards Sans once again. “I see you were injured in the conflict, we should get you medical attention.”
“Well,” the bone man said, rubbing his chin, “okay, but only if the kid can come.”
The pegasus, who introduced herself as Metal Clad on the way, leads the group through the woods and into the start of the city. The marvel of first experiencing the wackiness and creativity of Ambrosia first hand was mired a bit by the mad experience the group just encountered. It appeared even in a place like this there was danger lurking by.
Frisk was silent the entire way.
Sans was put in a hospital bed. At first, he was given a normal doctor who up and noped out of the room with one look, and they eventually had to settle with a magic healer instead. Before the fairy could cast her healing magic on the splintered bleeding bones, Toriel leaned in close to what would be his ears.
“Thank you for protecting Frisk.” She whispered.
The group left the room to leave the fairy in a scantily clad dress to do her magic.
As soon as they are out of sight of the skeleton, Toriel takes Frisk’s hand.
“Alphys, stay here with Sans, Frisk and I will go get us checked in.”
“O-Okay.” Said the doc, no complaints there.
Holding her girl’s hand, she guides her down the street. She was careful earlier to look up it’s location before leaving on this trip.
The historical Rags and Riches hotel. At a time, this was the only hotel in Ambrosia, back before the city even had that name. It was where Princess Guu stayed while she recovered from the battle that decided the fate of this city. Of course it was refurbished since then, but it still looked like something that had survived wars.
Toriel approached the receptionist who was a honey badger lady.
“Excuse me, I have two rooms reserved under the name Toriel Dreemur”
“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you.” She types away at her computer at whirring speeds, before swivelling around in her chair, snagging a pair of hotel keys and handing them over. “Your rooms are on completely separate floors, is that okay?”
“Yes, this was intentional.” She responded. If Alphys reunites with Undyne, she didn’t want Frisk hearing the aftermath through the walls.
“Well, enjoy your stay Mrs. Dreemur! No need to pay, your rooms have been covered by the city of Ambrosia.”
Toriel had forgotten she was there as an ambassador.
Frisk expected them to turn and go back to the hospital, but the goat woman guided the child into one of the elevators and rided all the way up to the flight that contained her room, the one she and Toriel were going to share together.
Upon reaching their floor, she lead her down the hall and immediately inserted the key card into their room’s door.
As soon as they were inside and the door shut behind them, she dropped to her knees and embraced Frisk. The child was taken aback for a moment.
“I know when you are in distress. You saw something horrible amongst the orcs. Please.” She pulls away to look Frisk in the eyes. “Tell me, don’t let it bottle up. I know when you’re trying to be tough, please, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Frisk was a silent for a moment as she worked up the courage to speak again. She hadn’t said a word since the hostage situation, she was hesitant to say anything now. Eventually, Toriel’s big looming eyes won her over.
“It was the orc shaman. He was in the fire. I watched him...” She sniffed, a tear welled in the corner of her eye. “I watched him and - I watched Sans and-”
“It’s okay.” Said Toriel. She pulled her into another hug, this time, Frisk takes this chance to weep openly into her chest. “What you saw was horrible, unfortunately, I can’t change that for you.
“But please don’t hold it in. If you need to cry, I’m always here for you. Frisk.”
The little one didn’t say anything, she continue to cry into the front of her dress. Toriel picked her up and walked over to the bed. She took a seat and cradled the child in her arms, and waited patiently for the little one to empty all her tears.
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