☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 47-51 (Patreon)

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Thought I might go at this another way, ya know?” he explained winking.  

 

Frisk could only stare at him, feeling all her emotions and thoughts drain from her mind as his words sank in.  

 

“W-what?  You weren’t gonna collect?” she finally asked as the seconds slowly ticked away.  Her body was now only slightly trembling and her hands were painfully warm now.  She was beginning to feel the frostbite on her flesh.  

 

Sans nodded his head, an amused smirk on his face and when he spoke next his deep voice was light and pleasant, carefree and easygoing.

 

“Yeah, I’ll admit I screwed up big time wit’ that whole fee thing, but in my defense you probably would have never given me the time of day if I was just some ugly monster on the street, but I honestly think I know a way to git ya to give me a chance,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning more heavily on the door.  

 

And with that statement Frisk felt the strangest combination of rage and relief fill her mind and SOUL.  Her immense relief was making her strained body incredibly relaxed and a sort of sleepiness combined with the pleasant warmth of Sans’ house entered her.   However the mind-blowing rage that was brewing was enough to make her head feel like her brain was going to boil into liquid and drip out of her ears.

 

Was this all a big joke?  Is this fucker kidding me , Frisk thought as her glare intensified tenfold as she stared down the skeleton who still seemed tickle about the whole thing.   You mean for the past few weeks I pawned everything I owned.  I don’t have any of my mom’s jewelry left nor any of the gifts my parents gave me as a kid.   I fucking opened tabs I can’t pay for.  I put my neighbors through hell.  I put myself through hell and because of what?  Because this fucker wanted to date me?

 

“So you really got all that money too?” Sans whistled.  The soft sound felt like a drill in Frisk’s ear.  “How’d ya manage that?” he asked.

 

Frisk just stared at him, feeling her hatred grow with every second she had to see his big stupid grinning face.

 

“I pawned everything I owned and my neighbors gave me everything they had,” she spat back, feeling completely exhausted now and made a move towards the door.  “Now move.  If you aren’t taking our money I would like to leave now.”

 

Instead of moving, Sans gave her a lecherous wink.  “But baby it’s cold outside and ya still look like a chuck of pretty ice.  Why don’t ya stay and warm up first?”

 

Frisk shook her head, feeling just a little twinge of fear when he didn’t move.  And that fear forced the sour and sharp voice she tone on him for the past few days to disappear.

 

“No thank you, I have to-”

 

“We can talk ‘bout improvements to yer apartment building, dollface,” Sans quickly interrupted and despite herself Frisk felt one of her eyebrow rise at his comment.

 

Yeah okay whatever, jerk.  Ya did such a good job with the park , she thought but didn’t interrupt him with that fact.  She’d let him finish and then calmly and politely tell him "no".

 

“Durin’ the last two weeks I’ve been busy too.  As yer new landlord it’s my responsibility to take notes and improve the area that I think need fixin’.  Why don’t you and I sit down, drink somethin’ warm and discuss what ya think needs to be done ta help improve you and yer neighbors’ lives?”  Sans offered.