"What do you mean?" King Asgore snapped, slamming his hands onto the desk.

"King Asgore," Edge said, keeping a straight face, "It's what I said, the other Kingdoms seem to be planning something. If the leaders are attending a meeting and didn't inform us, I'm assuming their planning an alliance against us."

"I should've known!" He yelled, slamming aside a vase into the wall, a loud shatter filling the air as it collided, "Those stupid leaders won't get much done anyway!"

"They would trust us more if we opened our borders to more trade and reached out to them instead of closing ourselves off and building a mass production of weapons," Edge said, crossing his arms, "Us closing ourselves off makes us look suspicious to them, like we're planning a war. Wouldn't blame them for being cautious."

"That's because we are planning a war against them!" Asgore yelled.

"We don't want them to think we are though, so now they're starting to plan against one. It-"

Suddenly, with a gust of wind Asgore was in front of Edge, his hand gripping around his neck as he lifted him a foot into the air above the ground. Skeletons couldn't choke, so Edge wouldn't have choked to death, but it hurt like heck, and his health dropped down a few points as he grabbed Asgore's hand.

"Don't speak to your King that way!" Asgore yelled, glaring at Edge as he tried to pry his paw away from his neck.

"Useless," Asgore tsked, tossing the tall skeleton to the side like it was nothing.

Edge had hit the wall rather harshly, his spine absorbing most of the impact as he crumpled to the ground, a trail of blood running out of his mouth.

"We'll have to develop more weapons," Asgore said, siting down at his desk and crossing his arms as he talked to the harmed head of the Royal Guard, "Lot's of weapons. We can't have them thinking that we're not going to be prepared for a war against every other f*cling Kingdom, because we will be, d*mmit!"

"Of... Of course..." Edge choked out, rubbing his sore neck as he slowly sat up.

"We'll need a spy to send in, someone who isn't well known for being a part of my army or higher up forces, or a high class citizen," He said, intertwining his fingers together and resting his chin on it, "Someone they wouldn't expect, someone I can control easily and who's already in trouble."

"Are you talking about a prisoner?" Edge asked.

"Yes, someone who's already good at sneaking, one of them. Someone who desperately needs a redeeming to show their commitment to the Kingdom. Someone like that. Bring me the files for the lower prisoners."

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"We'll have to find the quickest way back to the castle from where we are," Ink said, looking around.

The Jury member was sitting on the ground, his harmed legs propped up by a tree branch as he ripped apart some pieces of his outfit to wrap around them, the pieces quickly staining with the blood. Cross was kneeling next to him, watching him wrap his wounds, but not helping since Ink declined it.

"We'll have to get out of the woods first," Cross pointed out.

"I know that you dim wit," Ink snapped.

Cross went silent, ducking his skull down and placing his hands behind his spine as he usually did if he spoke up when he wasn't supposed to.

Being a servant was pretty difficult.

"I think it'll be best if we go ahead slowly, since we don't know what's on the other side of this forest," Ink said, rubbing his skull as he finished, "The problem is that I have no idea where we are, I haven't heard of a forest like this before, so that means this isn't very good."

Cross stayed silent, waiting dor any instructions from Ink. Sure, they had been kidnapped and Ink was injured, but Cross had been a servant for practically all of his life, he was afraid to know what Ink would do to him if he defied his orders, even now. He was still terrified of death, after all.

Ink glanced down at his chest, placing a hand against his ribcage. No soul beat. No soul.

He then glanced over at Cross, pressing a shaking hand against the lower class' ribcage, making him look up from the sudden contact.

A soul beat. He has a soul.

Ink was jealous of Cross.

Why did he get to have a soul while Ink didn't? Why did Cross, a low life scavenger of the gutters, get a soul while Ink, a high class citizen of society, didn't get one? What had he done wrong to be born with no soul?

"Is everything okay, Sir?" Cross asked softly.

The servant was even nice to him, even after he had just snapped at him.

"Of course not, we've both been kidnapped," Ink muttered, "Help me up, we'll need to get out of here quickly, everything else we do depends on what we find."

"Yes Sir," He said.

The poor skeleton helped up the Jury member, helping him walk like he did inside of the vampire's base across the now normal land, which proved Nightmare's claim that they were on the edge of the forest. There was a thin layer of dirt, but it was a solid ground nevertheless, so Cross happily took it. With each step they took, they found more dirt and the distant sounds of a village.

"Wait, let's stop for a moment," Ink said, his pupils looking around their surroundings, studying them.

"Um, yeah, ok, I guess," Cross said, his feet haulting.

"This forest obviously is far from the castle, judging by how the ground is," Ink said, "I'm sure I would've heard of this sort of landscape if it was near the castle. So, we're pretty far away."

A cold feeling of worry rushed over Ink, making his imaginary heart practically drop. That meant he wasn't going to make it to the castle on time.

That meant his medicine was going to wear off.

That meant...

No emotions.

"If you're worried about not having magic to defend us, I actually have some magic," Cross told Ink.

"What?"

Ink watched in curiosity as Cross closed his eyes, silence filling their conversation for a moment before a red glowing knife had formed in his hands.

"How did you do that, is the soul blocker around your neck not working?"

"Um, actually, I have half of a human soul and half of a monster soul. So I kinda have two souls."

Smack

Cross fell backwards onto his pelvis, holding the side of his skull that Ink had punched. The knife had vanished as Ink fell to his knees, his fists proping his body up ad he started to shake.

Cross sat there surprised for a moment, holding the bruise that was throbbing with pain as he stared in confusion at Ink.

Then a tear splattered to the ground.

Then another.

He was...

Cross had never seen a high class member cry before.

Ink's eye sockets were screwed shut as he cried, fat tears dripping out of them and splattering onto the forest ground below his skull.

"Why?" Ink cried out, "Why does life hate me?"

The servant could only sit there and watch as the rich male in front of him cried, his finger tips digging into the dirt.

"Why can't I have a soul but you do?" Ink yelled, shaking his head, "Why do you have two souls and I have to take medication that only gives me fake emotions! I don't want to be emotionless again! I... I don't... Not again."

He sat back onto his bottom, his shivering hands grinning his shoulders as he started to rock back and forth. His gaze was focused on his harmed legs, seeing the blood soaked articles of clothing on his bones.

Cross bound forward and gave Ink a reassuring hug, knowing from experience that people in that state needed a hug. Ink didn't respond, he just cried into his shoulder.

It had surprised the short skeleton,the sudden outbreak of Ink's emotions. From what he had gathered, Ink was one of the people who believed that servants were servants and should be treated as such, and that you were born an upper class citizen or a servant, you didn't get to choose. So, seeing him suddenly break in front of him was odd.

Especially with the information he had just gathered.

How did Ink have no soul? That was odd. No monster could live after their souls were destroyed, their bodies would dust immeadiatly. Unless he was born with no soul, but how did he even live past that?

He shouldn't have been able to survive.

He shouldn't even be alive at that point.

~~~~~~

"Hey, are you alright?"

The small girl looked up, squinting at the light from the two flashlights glaring at her face.

"Ugh..." She groaned, pushing the blonde hair out of her face.

"Look, she has wings, that's really cool!" Another voice said.

"Here, I'll help her up,"

Some shuffling was heard as a soft pair of childs hands helped her up from the ground, a trail of blood running out of her mouth as she hacked out some blood.

"Oh, she's hurt real bad," The second voice had spoke.

"Yeah, I think we should bring her back to the castle and get her patched up."

"Castle?" She groaned, blinking as her eyes focused on two girls her age, around ten, kneeling in front of her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we should introduce ourselves!" The purple haired one said.

"That's __Purple_Fluffball__," The brown haired one said, "And I'm Bubbly. BubblyShip."

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I got this done a day early, yay, an early publish!

But that's only because I didn't have school today, so I can't promise that I'll be able to upload quickly again.

But I'm starting to get more into the story, so that's good! And we're starting to include some more characters!

Also, like I've said before, fanart of characters or scenes is totally awesome and welcome and I'll include them in the story! (I just love seeing different peoples versions of characters, that's why I like fanart so much!)