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🌹SoL🌹 :: 486 - 490
Published: April 7th 2025, 12:15:33 am
Frisk stared at him.  Her mouth felt dry.  And she honestly didn’t know what to think except to state the obvious thing they both knew. Â
“This house wasn’t here yesterday.  How could you expect to get bills that quickly?”
Sans shrugged, disinterested as he reached into his dress shirt and pulled out one of his cigars. Â He searched his pockets and grunted in annoyance as he began to turn his pockets inside out. Â Frisk watched him in a stupefied daze.
What does he want? Â Why is he messing with me this hard? Â Why? Â Why is he threatening to kill the same people his brother is trying to help? Â Why does he want me? Â Why is he taking everything from me? Â Why is he giving me, and only me a way to survive? Why? Why? Why?
If Frisk had an answer to any of these questions, she might have known what to do, but he was giving her nothing.
“Yeah that is weird, but hey, the postal service is entitled to a few mistakes right?  Lucky for you they delivered your mail to me by mistake huh?  Say do you have a match Doll-face?”
“Why?”  Frisk managed to whisper.
Sans rolled the lights in his sockets and pointed to his cigar. Â Frisk felt a blush come over her face and some of her anger came back.
“You know what I mean.”
Frisk fully expected him to forged confusion, which in turn would force her to explain what she meant, thus humiliating herself further, but to her surprise and...relief (?) his permanent smile got craftier and his eyes shined brighter. Â
He tapped his finger against his chin, a gesture Frisk often seen other humans used when they were thinking hard about something. Â Or when they were being a complete ass and pretending to think long and hard about something. Â She could easily tell which reason Sans was doing it for.
“Ah that is a good question ain’t it, Dollf-face?  Hmm...Why am I doin’ all of this to you?”
His grin got a little more cruel. Â Frisk scooted away from him and was just about to stand up when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down, moving her closer to him until her upper body was practically in his lap. Â
“Tell me, Frisk, why do you think I’m doin’ this to ya?”
A deep blush came over her as he caressed a bony finger over her lips.  She wanted to pull away from him, but...his grip on her arm was too tight and...and...and something was happening to her body...more specifically around her chest area…
It didn’t hurt and it didn’t feel like Sans’ usually pressure trick that kept her in stuck in one place...No.  Whatever was happening to her chest felt...warm...and soothing...and-
“You okay doll-face?  You look a little hot .”
Yes..that’s it...her chest felt hot…and...good.  So good.  So right.  So very very right.  It felt just like a hand delicately stroking something inside her body that wasn’t quite an organ, but was still a part of her.   She didn’t know any other way to describe it other than she felt complete.
Frisk stared at him.  Her mouth felt dry.  And she honestly didn’t know what to think except to state the obvious thing they both knew. Â
“This house wasn’t here yesterday.  How could you expect to get bills that quickly?”
Sans shrugged, disinterested as he reached into his dress shirt and pulled out one of his cigars. Â He searched his pockets and grunted in annoyance as he began to turn his pockets inside out. Â Frisk watched him in a stupefied daze.
What does he want? Â Why is he messing with me this hard? Â Why? Â Why is he threatening to kill the same people his brother is trying to help? Â Why does he want me? Â Why is he taking everything from me? Â Why is he giving me, and only me a way to survive? Why? Why? Why?
If Frisk had an answer to any of these questions, she might have known what to do, but he was giving her nothing.
“Yeah that is weird, but hey, the postal service is entitled to a few mistakes right?  Lucky for you they delivered your mail to me by mistake huh?  Say do you have a match Doll-face?”
“Why?”  Frisk managed to whisper.
Sans rolled the lights in his sockets and pointed to his cigar. Â Frisk felt a blush come over her face and some of her anger came back.
“You know what I mean.”
Frisk fully expected him to forged confusion, which in turn would force her to explain what she meant, thus humiliating herself further, but to her surprise and...relief (?) his permanent smile got craftier and his eyes shined brighter. Â
He tapped his finger against his chin, a gesture Frisk often seen other humans used when they were thinking hard about something. Â Or when they were being a complete ass and pretending to think long and hard about something. Â She could easily tell which reason Sans was doing it for.
“Ah that is a good question ain’t it, Dollf-face?  Hmm...Why am I doin’ all of this to you?”
His grin got a little more cruel. Â Frisk scooted away from him and was just about to stand up when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down, moving her closer to him until her upper body was practically in his lap. Â
“Tell me, Frisk, why do you think I’m doin’ this to ya?”
A deep blush came over her as he caressed a bony finger over her lips.  She wanted to pull away from him, but...his grip on her arm was too tight and...and...and something was happening to her body...more specifically around her chest area…
It didn’t hurt and it didn’t feel like Sans’ usually pressure trick that kept her in stuck in one place...No.  Whatever was happening to her chest felt...warm...and soothing...and-
“You okay doll-face?  You look a little hot .”
Yes..that’s it...her chest felt hot…and...good.  So good.  So right.  So very very right.  It felt just like a hand delicately stroking something inside her body that wasn’t quite an organ, but was still a part of her.   She didn’t know any other way to describe it other than she felt complete.