"Do you believe that Gaster Sans the God of Death killed the Goddess of Mercy"?

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Frisk's POV:

Mettaton stared at me for a long time, my question hanging in the air like a damp cloth dripping down my back and making me shiver with suspense and regret.

At last, she lets out a long sigh. "His actions before her death don't suggest it but his actions a few years after do."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. How did he act before she died? Moreover, why do his actions after suggest that he did kill her?

Mettaton laid out in a dramatic depressed pose with her hand over her face in a pose like she was dying, with her legs out too far and crossed over one another. "Let me tell you Darling~."

I got comfortable because it looks like she's going to talk for a while.

{Story time with Ton Ton}

"When they first met they hated one another. You could not have the two of them in a room without worrying about them fighting, which was not just verbally. Sans did flirt with her like he did all girls, but I always thought it was just to tease her. She would usually be flattered after he flirts with her and smiles a little, that is until she realized he was just teasing, then she would yell at him with disappointment in her eyes.

I always knew that she had feelings for him in some way and Darling I'm never wrong on this. However, Sans, I was less sure about, he is a flirt but he was always angrier with her than anyone else but also very territorial and was protective of her. No one could flirt with her but him and may hevan help anyone that even thought about hurting her!"

"What changed?" Mettaton smiled. "I'm getting there Darling. Just listen to the story dear." I nod and get comfortable again.

" It was late at night and I invited Mercy to come to Grillby's with me and Pap, but what she didn't know was Sans was also coming under similar circumstances. We thought they might work it out and maybe find common ground. However, when they saw one another they went on different sides of the bar. I thought they might still work it out.

Well, Mercy avoided Sans the whole night acting as if she hated him and Sans got extremely drunk. Mercy never drank, at least not that I saw, so she was just sitting and waiting for me to take her home. I will admit I was a little drunk when I should not have been.

So she was going to leave but then, some drunk, unattractive, completely bland, and stupid, Bunny decided to start flirting with her. And I'm not talking the cute little pick-up lines. Oh no! I'm saying, " She started talking in a low and sleazy voice. "'Hey baby cute outfit, but it would look much better on my floor' and other disgusting things like that!

At first Mercy, the dear only smiled and tried to get around the man but he would not take no! He kept at it! He was so presenting! It was getting to the point where even Mercy was getting it! Everyone was feeling a little uncomfortable by the man's lines. Except for Sans who we all thought was passed out by now or too drunk to care what happened.

So, Mercy tried one last time to get out of it and said. 'Excuse me, sir, I have to go to the restroom.' So, she started to walk over to the bathroom, when the evil man grabbed her and pinned her to the wall! She could not move! She was trapped like a mouse in the claws! She kicked and punched the man trying to get the man off but he was so much stronger! She screamed for help!"

I am so panicked; Mettaton really knows how to set up a story. "What happened?" She smiles slyly. "After she screamed the man was encased in a bright yellow light and slammed agents the wall across the room from her with a hard crash. The man lost some blood from the blow and was longed in the wall.

Everyone looked to the source of the magic. There stood an extremely livid and very drunk Sans."

"He was fuming at the man. He lifted him up once more but this time with his own hand almost strangling him. He spoke to the man in an obviously angry voice. 'What do ya think your doin'?' The obviously brain-dead man smiled. 'Ey yas ust trwing tooo gwt some pw-' Sans didn't let him finish before he punched him in the gut and then the man tried to catcall her from his grip. This only made Sans even angrier than before! He slammed the man into the wall several times until his head started bleeding! And he still wouldn't stop! That's when Mercy screamed for him to stop! When Mercy screamed it was as if a bell went off, he stopped everything and obeyed her every word.

He set the man down and spit on his barely conscious body. 'I don't share, Buddy. Don't touch my stuff!' And just left the bar with Pap running after him. Now at this point, Mercy was a blushing mess, so I decided to take her home.

Mercy slept over at my house that night and the next morning she wanted to go over to Sans's house to talk to him about something that happened the night before and I let her because I didn't see any harm in it."

She sat up clapping and laughing. "I don't know what happened but she came back with a lot of hickeys! {No they did not do IT!!!}" I start laughing so I don't know why but I just need to laugh. We laughed for a while before she counted.

"After that, they were never apart! It was impossible to keep the lovebirds off each other! And a year later she moved in with him..."

Mettaton looked down her face getting sadder like she was on the verge of tears. "She told me they were going to get married, she was so excited to marry him, it was a dream come true for her to get married to a man she loves. Then she was killed. Just like that. Dead in Sans' home, no chance of saving her. Just dead. At first, no one but Toriel and Asgore suspected him because he was obviously morning. He was so upset swearing vengeance on whoever did this.

He gave her an elaborate funnel and did all the typical things men do when they're upset: drink a lot more, smoke more, locked himself in his room, wouldn't talk to anyone, and wouldn't eat for weeks after."

A tear escaped her eyes as she tilted her head in confusion as if she was still unsure about a memory questioning its existence. "Then he started flirting with other women, and he killed guards yelling at them like a madman or deranged dog. He started taking pride in how many people's lives he took, he became a cold and vengeful king of the dead doing whatever gave him any pleasure, even if it was torturing servants.

"Then they examined Mercy's body, despite his protests, they looked at her for a reason behind his strange behaviour, and they found pieces of a bone attack in Mercy's body wound. Bone attacks have a different structure than normal bones. Papyrus had an alibi that was confirmed by many people but Sans didn't have a good one and that with how he had been acting made everyone think he killed her. And then some of his servants said that they heard the two fighting that day, and Sans is known to get violent when he is mad because he is bipolar. He hadnt gotten violent for a while so at the time the maid didn't think anything of it. And he said that they did fight that day.

"He even said 'It was all my fault. ' so Asgore cursed him to never have a touch of death because he tricked Mercy and everyone thought he stole her virginity, I never believed that one, he was also cursed to live in the underworld forever and only to come out, with all his magic, at night. And he excepted the punishment like he thought he deserved it. He said that he deserved to be punished." She shrugs "So I don't know if he did it or if he didn't."

Wow. Now I know why Mum is so protective of me. She lost me once; she does not want to lose me again. Still, something in me says that there is still more to the story. That what I heard is wrong. That is the true story, why do I feel in my gut that it's wrong?

Mettaton looks at me and smiles wide. "What do you think, Darling?"

I tilted my head thinking if I should trust her or not.

I think I should.

"To be honest Mettaton, I really don't know. I believe the story you said and it matches up with what I have been told about him. Nevertheless, something in me says that it's wrong. That there's more to this story, that I shouldn't judge Death before I know him. That maybe he just needs a second chance to do the right thing." I look up at Mettaton and she has an evil and sly grin on her face. Only for a second before it changes to an angelic, smile.

She claps her hands. "Well now that we have that out of the way! Get dressed Darling!" She stands me up and starts pushing me into a dressing room.

"Hey! Wait! Dressed? Dressed for what?" She looks at me surprised but still smiling.

"Didn't Chara tell you? The reason you had to come here instead of Life's castle is I'm having a big party tonight!" She said dramatically and pushed me into the bathroom.

A party? Huh, it'll be my first party. Aside from birthday party's. I hope it will be a memorial one. {Author Fairy says buckle up it's going to be a wild ride!}

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(That night an hour or so into the party)

I adjust my black lace gloves and fix my red and black lace mask. Mettaton dressed me in this and if I'm being honest, I really hope she lets me keep it.

It looks so pretty on me and makes me look like an actual eighteen-year-old. My hair is braided in a rope type, braided over the top of my hair and the rest flowed down in tight curls. My makeup, in my opinion, is a little mature but not saying I don't love it. The shoes are hard to walk in since I have never worn heels before, they are silver. If I had to hate this dress, for one thing, it would be the corset, this thing is trying to suffocate me. {⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇}

I talked with a few people; vulkin, Aaron, a guy selling burgers, Shyren, and a Snowdrake, they are all such nice people. I love talking to all of them!

Right now, I'm talking to a Napstblook who is crying. I'm trying to comfort him while not being burned. Why are his tears acids?!?

"Ouch!"

".........Oh, I burned you......oh uh......I'm so so so.... sorry." He starts just crying increasingly as I try to comfort him but I am quickly running out of ideas.

Finally, I get him to stop crying as we talk about music but every second he looks on the brink of a full-on meltdown. This is getting way too stressful; I need to get out of-

"Hey." A husky and deep voice coos interrupting my thoughts.

I spin around to see a very tall man standing there with a mask that looks like a skeleton dragon that covers his entire face. He has a hood up covering the back of his head coming from his vest. His jacket is black so is his undershirt and vest. The only colour in his suit was his tie that was white and his flower in his coat, it was a yellow daffodil. {Hmm weird choice of flower. *wink* *wink*}

The man leaned down to my level and extends a gloved hand to me with the other behind his back. I could feel him smirk behind his mask.

"Would you like to dance?" I glance a Napstblook and he's already talking to MK. I turn back to the man. "Sure, I'd love to."

He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor and we start to waltz.

"Thanks for the save." He laughs deeply and spins me.

"Don't mention it, Doll. Yah looked like you were dying out there."

I giggle. "I didn't think I was doing that bad. He is a friend of mine, he's just very sensitive." He laughs harder as we spin around the dance floor gently swaying to the music, my hand in his and his hand on my lower waste bringing me close to him but not close enough to be uncomfortable. He was being careful not to invade my space.

What a gentleman.

He spins me once more. "Sweetheart, you can't be friends with everyone." A nickname? Well, he doesn't know my name so I guess it's okay. However, I don't agree with his statement.

"Let's agree to disagree. Since we most likely will not see each other again after tonight. It's pointless to argue." I smile at the man. It would be fun to tease and talk to a guy for a night, since after this Toriel will make sure I don't leave the castle again. So just one night. One night, I'll have a little fun.

What harm could a little teasing do?

"Why do ya think that, doll-face?" I like this nickname a lot less, and he dips me slightly. "I might linger around here for a while." He says in a low husky voice, that I will admit was very sexy, lifts me up with a fast motion making me look him in the eyes and not leaving them.

"That may be true but I won't. I don't get out much." I smile shyly as we keep dancing a little closer than before.

A faint yellow glow comes from underneath his mask that resembles a fire, as we counted to sway, the music no longer being heard in our ears. He growls.

"I know."

I look at him shocked and he stays locked in my eyes, drinking them in, like a person getting water after a drought. "How in the world could you know?"

We dance for a few minutes before I get an answer, and in that time, he never looks away from my eyes, keeping his locked on mine as if I would disappear into thin air if he looked away even for a second.

"Mettaton has a party like this every night. Not exactly, like this or the same theme but close. I go to them when I'm not working." In one swift movement, he dips me, eyes still locked on mine, this time he dips me lower than before so I'm almost on the ground, he's kneeling down with my waste on one of his legs to keep me up.

He is strong.

"If you had come here before I would have noticed such beautiful woman." I hope he cannot see my blush under my mask because it would put cherry to shame. He lifts me up and puts his hands in mine making me walk on his right side.

Wow, he's suave, and a really good dancer also extremely flirty. Wait! Is he...

I smile and giggle. "Your not drunk are you?"

I can feel his smile under his mask as the dance reaches its climax. He chuckles. "Not this time, Sweetheart."

He swings me off the ground lifting me up above him, the concluding movements of the dance.

Everyone claps and the dance floor is cleared but the man does not let go of my hand as if I am precious art that would be stolen if he were not careful.

He turns to me and opens his mouth to say something to say when someone speaks.

"Heyyyyy cutieeee~"

We both turn to the woman. She is a gorgeous cat woman: she has silky light tan fur all over her body, and a very tight and revealing black dress that looks like a cocktail dress with a see-through part added to the bottom of it making the dress technically go to the floor.

I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel self-conscious. She was also obviously drunk.

"~Whyyy dooon'ttt yoooouu coome overr herrre tooo haaave aaa tassste offf a reallll womannn, bbaabbyy. ~" She sings and seductively sways her hips. I wrap my arms around my self and step away but the man still holds me there with his arm still around me as if he knew I would do that.

He leans down to my ear and whispers. "Give me a minute to ditch the drunk and I'll buy yah something to eat, deal?" I look at him and nod, and then he walks over to the drunk woman and takes her hand.

"Ey kneww yoou wouldn'ttt beee able too resist meee." She says as she stumbles away. I laugh.

Like that, man would trade me for her. She's much prettier than I am, even if she's drunk.

I walk away and part of me is a little saddened by the thought that he wouldn't want me.

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The rest of the night goes smoothly I talk, I dance, and I eat the good food. I talk with Chara and Asriel for a while, they're so cute together. I ship it so hard! {Me too Frisk} But, I cannot shake that man from my head. Everything goes well, that is until Chara gets into a fight and has to be excoriated home, Asriel says he will send someone to come and get me after the dance. This dance ends in two hours.

When the dance is almost over, I decide it is a perfect time to get some air.

I walk outside to the balcony to see someone smoking {BAD} with their mask up. I sigh and walk onto the balcony my high heels clicking with each step. When the smoker hears the click, he puts out his cigarette and on his mask. I walk close enough to the person and clear my throat to announce my precious. "You know those are really bad for you." {That they are!} The man chuckles and turns to me...

The man from before?

"I know they are, Sweetheart." I look at him surprised, he didn't seem like the smoking type.

"Ya know I've been wondering." He said locking eyes with me as I made my way over to him. "This is technically a costume party so.." He looks at me next to him as I look at the gorgeous view of the night sky over the castle and the trees. He turned my chin to make me look at him and not at the view like he needed all my attention. "What are you supposed to be, Doll?" His gloved hand stays on my chin as I look into his masked eyes. {His mask has eye guards}

"I'm supposed to be a rose. You?" He chuckles and I know a pickup line is coming next as he lets go of my chin but I stay looking at him.

"I was going for a Romeo vibe." He smirks under his mask and wispers. "Are yah Juliet?"

I let out a laugh at his bad pick up line. "I don't think I want to be. I don't think I'm your type. Sorry."

I gasp as he leans closer to me to where his mask is an inch from my face. I can feel his breath, from under his mask; it smells like vanilla-pine and cigarettes.

He goes to my ear and whispers in a husky voice. "Why don't ya let me figure that out for myself?" I let out a shaky breath and my face goes red. He means why don't I kiss him and let him see if he likes it. I'm sooo embarrassed and flustered.

However, I'm still a tease. I lean into where his ear is and whisper trying to keep my voice silky. "I would love too, sir." He starts to move his head back as a light fire of yellow comes from his mask.

"But you did just smoke and you are wearing a mask, so I don't think so. " I pull away and smirk at him and leave with a wink. "Sorry, not that kind of girl."

I wasn't really leaving I was inviting him to follow if he wanted with the knowledge that he was not even going to get a kiss out of me. Nothing. Just words. Some flirty words but still just words.

I stop at the bar and put my back to the man. I might have been in one house my whole life but I know how to play the game.

The bartender walks up to me and I'm taken back. He's hot. I mean his is made of fire hot. Grillby, The God of Feast, of course, he's here. "I'll have a-"

"She'll have a strawberry margarita mocktail, and I'll have a beer. Both are on me." I look at the man from across the bar and arch my brow.

"Her drink is on her. Thanks but no."

"I said I would buy ya a drink."

"Um no. You said that you would buy me some food and that was five hours ago when you said a minute. So nope. Next time, sir."

I smirk at him and he chuckles and turns to me and steps closer with each step.

"You. Are. Such. A. Tease."

Now he is right in front of me but a good enough distance so I'm comfortable. I giggle as Grillby hands us our drinks. "And you're a flirt." I turn to him and take a sip of my drink; it's actually really good. "So I guess we're even."

I beckon him over with my finger as I walk to the edge of the balcony and he follows closely behind with his hands in his pockets.

He walks next to me, with his beer and I look at him. "Are you really trying to be Romeo?" He nods his head and takes a sip of his beer. How does he do that through his mask?

"Although Romeo was an idiot." I tilt my head in confusion. "How was Romeo an idiot?" He looks down and gives a breathy chuckle as if he is sad about something.

"If I were Romeo I wouldn't let her get away from me at the dance. I would take her away at the moment. Take her away from all of it. From the Montague's and the Capulet's. All of it. I would make sure that she doesn't have to worry about any of that. I would treat her like the queen she is."

I let out a breathy laugh and whisper low so he can't hear me. "Then I might like to be Juliet."

I spin around to face him but for the first time all night, he isn't looking at me. He is looking off the balcony and growling, a bright yellow light in his mask.

"Hey." I put my hand on his shoulder but he doesn't move. "Hey! What's wron-" Suddenly he moves me away from the edge as an arrow fires upward almost hitting me.

He clamps a hand over my mouth to stop the yelp that almost left it and holds me in place.

"If you want to live, you have to do exactly as I say." I freeze as I hear howling coming from below the balcony.

He lets go of me and jumps off the balcony. I gasp. "What the- Ahh?!?" I run to the edge and look down expecting to see a lifeless corpus but instead I saw the man was standing there as if nothing had happened. He looks up and holds out his hands.

"JUMP!" My eyes widen. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?" He simply adjusts his footing and yells again. "JUMP!! IT WILL BE ALRIGHT I'LL CATCH YAH!!" I shake my head fast. "IT'S OVER TEN STORIES!!! I'LL DIE!!" He looks to his right, reaches his hands out, and repeats his words a few times as I shake my head.

He starts to get desperate, it's evident in his voice. "MERCY!!!! PLEASE!!!! YAH HAVE TO TRUST ME!!!"

Something long forgotten clicks in my head and I throw my legs over the railing and grip onto the only safety of the railing.

"YOU PROMISE YOU'LL CATCH ME?!?" He readies his stance. "I PROMISE!" I look down and nod. A strange feeling fills my veins replacing my blood with its strange power, slowly taking over my body and mind. I don't fight it I let it consume me.

*You are filled with strong Determination*

I hear a commotion behind me as someone runs to stop me from jumping but this new feeling makes my brain move so fast it's like he's moving in slow motion.

They are too late.

As they reach me, I jump off the balcony. I shut my eyes tight waiting for the hard ground to collide with my body ending my night out and my life with a sickening noise that all will hear but me.

Who knew that my first night out would be my last night ever?

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HELLO FRIENDS!!!

Well.....Frisk just jumped off a building.

Buuuut this is the longest chapter I've ever written so let me know if you like em' long :3

Questions?

Firstly will Frisk survive the fall?

Will the man keep his promise?

Who is the man?

How did he know her name is mercy?

Why did I title this chapter 'Mettaton's Masquerade'?

What does Metta have to do with this?

Who shot the arrow?

Who was it intended for?

Does Metta know more than she is letting on?

Why did the man threaten Frisk?

What did all that stuff about Romeo and Juliet mean? Is it important?

Why was the man angry when Frisk said she didn't get out much?

Do you think G slept with Mercy?

Why is that so bad?

Why did G except the punishment?

Why where Toriel and Asgore so quick to judge?

Why did G act like that after Mercy died?

Why did I choose that song? (Nicotine by Pan!c at the disco)

Do you believe G killed Mercy?

Bye Friends!!!!!

~The FanFairy~