Weeks later, Encre's POV

It has now been well over a month of being here. Nearly three I believe. Asgore and his buddies must be wondering what is taking so long. I grin, grateful at least that their plan has failed since my life has been spared. Still, it isn't a nice thought to have or consider what could go wrong. Knowing them, they'll probably be planning something else soon.

I sit by the window as I sketch, watching the rain pour outside. It seems peaceful so far, but I can hear thunder rumbling.

Great...another storm...

"Bonjour, Encre."A voice says from behind me

I jolt, hearing lightning crack right after the voice spoke. I turn around, seeing Fallacy behind me.

"Admiring the view?"He asks

I shrug.

"Je suis heureux d'être à l'intérieur pendant une de ces tempêtes pour une fois."

(I'm glad to be inside during one of these storms for once.)

"Why would you be outside during such horrible weather?"He asks

"Asgore."I say to summarize it.

"That son of a-"He says before it just becomes quiet grumbles.

He glances around, noticing the lack of candles in the room.

"Doesn't the dark bother you?"He asks

"Il y a eu pire que l'obscurité. Je me débrouille sans lumière."I reply

(There has been worse than the dark. I manage without light.)

He nods, standing there awkwardly. I pat the spot beside me.

"Vous pouvez me rejoindre."I say

(You can join me.)

"Je ne pensais pas que tu voudrais que je te rejoigne." He says

(I didn't think that you'd want me to join you.)

"Super français!"I say

(Great French!)

"Why are you so friendly to me? After all your experiences with other kings-"He asks

"Vous n'êtes pas d'autres rois. Vous êtes doué. Jasper en est la preuve. Vous l'avez bien élevé."I say

(You're not other kings. You're good. Jasper is proof of that. You raised him well.)

"But haven't I scared you with my flames?"He asks

"C'est insensé de rechercher la perfection. Tu es bon, Lord Fallacy."I say

(It's foolish to seek perfection. You're good, Fallacy.)

I smile, knowing how much he has been trying to improve ever since that encounter with Poussiere. He has been nicer and more careful. And he has allowed Poussiere into the records and archives so he has been trying to fix that relationship. And he definitely isn't like Asgore so I don't feel that I have much to fear.

"Your eyes just changed colors."He says

"Vraiment?"I ask

He nods, his jaw hanging open a bit.

"Oh super! C'est le signe que je récupère! Peut-être que les médicaments que Suave m'a donnés fonctionnent!"I say

(Oh good! This is a sign that I'm recovering! Maybe the meds that Suave gave me are working!)

He sits beside me, leaning closer without saying anything. Just his stare.

"Umm...Lord Fallacy?"I say

He leans closer, making me back up. My finger slips, sparking some ink from my sketch and it rises, creating a wall between us. He quickly snaps out of it and leans away. I see his face turn a bright yellow as his flames dance off his face and head obviously despite how he turned his face away from me.

"I...I apologize...I don't know what came over me...Your eyes are lovely..."He says

"Merci..."I say, a bit surprised.

(Thank you.)

He glances at my sketch and then at me.

"Is this what Poussiere hinted a warning about? Your artistic ability?"He asks

I nod.

"Je peux déplacer l'encre ou les peintures à ma guise."I say

(I can move ink and paint as I wish.)

"I see...."He says

I tap my sketch and a ball of light floats up. I see him gaze at it in awe. Then he glances at me.

"Is your neck okay? I see a lot of black marks on it..Is it like your cheek's mark? A birthmark?"He asks

I shake my head, pointing to my neck.

"Asgore..."I say

"Just him?"He asks

I shake my head.

"His buddies too?"He asks

I nod.

"Fuckin' pieces of...Well, you still look wonderful...Do they hurt?"He asks

I shake my head.

"That's good."He says

He's so caring...So curious...

"Well, I'll leave you be. See you at dinner."He says, leaving my room.

I nod.

Shortly after he left, Lady Felicia enters.

"Hello, Encre. Could you do me a favor and help me with something?"She asks

I nod, setting my stuff aside.

"I'd just like you to try on some designs I made."She says

I glance at her curiously.

"I like to design clothes often. That's my way of being creative and I often share it with those who need it. I just want to be sure that they're comfortable enough."She says

I smile, getting up to join her. She leads me away and soon I am in another room. I see stacks of clothes in the room and various outfits on hangers.

Looks like I'll be here for a while.

We went one stack at a time with a simple process. I carry a stack or a few hangers into the changing room and go through each outfit. Then I come out and tell her how I feel or what to improve. Most of them were comfortable and she takes notes for each response with each outfit. Then she hands me another stack with a smile.

"These are designs I made specifically with you in mind. I thought these clothes would fit you."She says

I smile at her.

"Merci."I say

(Thank you.)

"Go try them on! I want to see how you look with them!"She says

A few outfits later, I smile, admiring the work put into the current outfit that I have on. It's simple, yet very cozy. I like the colors too. This whole "favor" has been a nice distraction from the storm. I step out of the changing room, going to see Felicia, and hear a knock at the door.

"Hey, Sis? Suave is still waiting for you to-"Fallacy says, stepping in.

"Just a moment, Fal! Encre is helping me with something!"She says

She glances over to me with a smile.

"What do you think, Encre? How is that one?"She asks

"J'aime vraiment ça! Très confortable!"I say

(I really like it! Very comfortable!)

"Well, then you can keep it! Keep the whole stack!"She says

"Merci!"I say

(Thank you!)

"My pleasure! Thank you for helping me!"She says

I glance over, seeing Fallacy staring at me. His cheeks turn yellow and his fire burns brightly, dancing off of his face. Felicia glances at him and starts giggling, catching his attention.

"Just answer Suave already."He says, exiting and shutting the door.

I look to Felicia for understanding of what just happened. She only smiles though.

"He's hilarious."She says

She pauses for a moment, then smiles wider with an idea.

"You like art, right? Painting and such?"She asks

I nod.

"How about I give you a chance to get back into it and have some fun?"She suggests

Oh boy, what is she planning now?

TBC