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🌹SoL🌹 :: 481 - 485

Published: March 9th 2025, 12:14:04 am

Not even her hidden stash of cash would even come remotely close to paying her OWN bills let alone footing his bill.

And why was he doing this?  Why?

Why was he going this far?  For sex?  To humiliate her?  Was this all because she rejected him that night in the ladies room?  WHY? WHY? WHY?

“Oh fuck my life...don’t fuckin’ cry for fuck’s sakes...where the hell is that...oh...here.”

A sort of self-hatred manifested into Frisk’s mind when she felt her hot tears rolling down her cheeks.  She took in a shuddering breath and forced herself to look at the skeleton again.  Tears or not.  She was surprised to see him holding out a red handkerchief to her.  

She made no attempt to take it, turning her head away.  Sans huffed.

“Take the Goddamn thing and clean yer face.  Ya look ugly when you cry and that snot ain’t helpin’ much.”

Sniffling, she wiped her tears and her snot of the sleeve of her purple sweater dress, hoping that would disgust Sans.  She faintly smiled when she heard him choke back a gag.

“Fuckin’ gross!  And people say I’m disgusting for drinkin’ straight up mustard!”

You are disgusting, Frisk thought and was just about to voice that opinion but froze up when Sans snapped his fingers and just like the horror stories Frisk read as a kid, the door slammed shut on it’s own.  She tensed feeling a cold chill run down her spine when he sat down cross-legged only a foot away from her.  

“Okay Doll-face.  What can I do fer ya?”

What can you do for me?  How about you get the hell back to your own city!?  How about you stop threatening my friends and go away?  How about you leave me alone?

“I got fired from my job because of yo-”

“What?!  Ya got fired?!  Well if ya ask me Doll-face yer boss is a complete jackass fer firing somebody who's got the voice of a Goddamn angel!”  

The shock in his voice was so fake and the laughter he was trying to keep out of his speech was so obvious that Frisk felt her anger grow again.  And the worst part was that she was fairly certain he knew that she knew it was his fault she got fired.

...She wanted to punch him so badly.  

“But yer fired huh?  Well, it’s a good thing you ain’t to worry ‘bout my little ol’ protection.  Or your bills for that matter-”

“What?”

Sans finally allowed his chuckles to escape as he tilted his head.

“Yer bills were sent to my address by mistake.  I paid them all off thinkin’ they were mine.  Ha, lucky you huh?”