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☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 82-87

Published: April 2nd 2025, 1:36:24 am

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 It took her breath away and brought her to her knees.  And all she could do was stared up at Sans who clinked his tongue almost disappointedly and bent down to her level, putting on finger under her chin.  

“Yeah I remember my first day wit’ that thing around my neck.  It was pretty painful, but I shaped up after a few days.  Wit’ you, it might take a little bit more, but don’t worry, I ain’t givin’ up on you.  We’ll fix yer problem together.”

Frisk swallowed and looked around her room for some weapon to attack him with, but even as she did she knew she had nothing.  But there was something on her dresser that made her blink.

All her jewelry she pawned plus Sans’ gifts were on her dresser, glittering almost as though they were happy to see her.  

This can’t be happening, she thought and looked back up at Sans.  The skeleton quietly stared back at him.

“Now I would take you out, but it’s too cold outside, baby.  Why don’t we spend a nice quiet evening together?  I have a nice dinner cooking for both of us”  he purred, running a thumb over her lips.

Get dressed and be in your living room in five minutes dollface, the echoing voice ordered and even as the first negative thought began to form in her mind, Frisk felt another jolt of pain hit her.

This one made a string of drool leave her mouth.  Sans stood up, helping Frisk on her feet as well.

“I’ll be waiting fer ya, little lady,” he said with a wink and left the room.

Hurry up, dollface.

Frisk tried to cross her arms and stand in the middle of her room.  She couldn’t give it.  She could fight whatever the hell Sans was doing to her.  She could beat him-

The pain that entered her chest area was so horrible that Frisk quickly found herself running to her closet, noting with some shameful relief that the jolt left her as soon as she started moving towards her clothes.

I’ll play along for right now, Frisk thought as she picked out her blue and red sweater dress.   And when he thinks I’m trained and takes this fucking thing off me, I’ll make a run for it.

The silence that greeted her was blissful until she heard that echoey voice that was beginning to sound more and more like Sans begin to laugh.

Sure dollface, that might work.