🌹SoL🌹 :: 491 - 495 (Patreon)

Complete...the only time she felt complete these days was when she dreamt about her parents.   Her mother’s hugs.  Her father’s kisses.  Frisk let out a deep sigh of bliss without realizing what she was doing and melted completely in Sans’ embrace, enjoying the feeling.  

At the moment she didn’t care to figure out what was causing the warmth in her chest nor that Sans was running his clawed hands through her hair.  All she cared about was that it felt good.  And she wanted more over it.  She wanted the warmth to engulf her fully and make her complete and not leave her like those dreams did.    

Sans chuckled and just like that, the warmth left her.  And so did the feeling of pure bliss.  But Frisk was still slightly high with the afterglow of whatever warmth was invading her chest.

She looked at the skeleton who seemed pleased and...why was there a slight blush on his face?

What?  What the hell just happened? Frisk thought as the relaxed dream-like feeling left her.  Did Sans just make me feel like that?  And I actually enjoyed it?  What the fuck is he doing to me-

“Too worked up to talk?  Well-”

Finally gathering up her strength and shuddering in self-disgust, Frisk pushed Sans away and stood up.  Her face felt like it was on fire as he followed her movements, groaning as he stood up.

“I think you’re doing this to me  because you’re an asshole who's on a power trip.  I think you just likes to push people around knowing they can’t do anything back,” she spat at him, hoping to regain a little bit of her dignity back at least in his eyes.  God knows she would never be able to look in the mirror and find it in herself ever again.

Sans shrugged.

“Could be the case.  I ain’t gonna lie.  I am known to push my weight around with certain people.”

Frisk scoffed and started to open the door only for Sans to slam it shut.