☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 67-71 (Patreon)

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“Oh yeah my brother.  God, when we was growing up he was constantly gettin’ on my case about every little thing.  But then again, I was kind of a bad kid myself.  Had a really bad drinking problem that needed to be dealt with and he helped me through it.”

 

Setting the cup on the table, Frisk began to pull of her coat.  That cocoa was really doing the trick.  She was warming up real quick, though maybe it wasn’t the best idea to drink something warm at a stranger’s house on a cold day.  The wind would feel even worse when she stepped out into the cold for a second time with a relaxed and warm body.

 

She grabbed up her cup again and took another drink from it, swallowing one of the chocolate soaked marshmallows in the process.  “What’d he do to help you?”

 

Sans smirked as he took another sip from his drink.  “Oh, ya see my brother’s a bit of an inventor.  Can invent anything and one of his inventions was this sort of collar that he put around my neck.”

 

Frisk frowned, horrified, feeling  small sweat beads rolling down her forehead.   A collar?!  He put a collar around his brother’s neck like Sans was some kind of dog?  That’s...that’s sick!

 

Sans saw her expression and shrugged.  “Now I know what yer thinkin’: how does putting a collar around somebody’s neck make them do anything, right?” Sans laughed and suddenly Frisk began to feel a lot more warmer.  Hotter.  And she started to feel dizzy.  

 

What’s...what’s going on? Frisk thought and didn’t even notice when Sans gently pried her cup out of her hands, setting it down on the counter.  And suddenly Frisk lost movement in her arms.  And legs.  Her body felt like jello.  And then a fuzzy sort of panic overtook her as Sans stood up and gently moved her body so she was laying down.

 

“No...somebody...he..lp,” Frisk said weakly but Sans ignored her interruption.  

 

“Those damn marshmallows, that's why I never eat them.  Always make me sick...now what was I sayin?  Oh yeah:  I can’t tell ya how it works.  It’s too hard to explain, but I’ll show ya,” he said, his voice still easygoing but his pitch-black eyes told a different story.