☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 103-107 (Patreon)

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Her despair and terror  was still gripping her mind, but all the same she felt her eyes narrow at how...casually he said that.  Just listen to everything I say and we’ll both be happy.  Just give up your free-will and things will be peachy.

And Frisk couldn’t really help what her mind spat back out towards Sans.       

I’m gonna get away from you Sans.  I hate you.  I hate you.  I hate you.  

The collar of course must have either told him or given him some insight on how she felt about his easy-going response because his amusement disappeared and she found herself staring at his pitch-black sockets.

His grip on her chin tightened painfully and when she tried to move her head away, he jerked it back into place so she couldn’t break eye-contact with him.

“You ain’t gonna escape me, dollface.  I don’t let the things I want leave me,” he had growled.  Frisk hated it, but she felt herself shrink in her chair as Sans straightened himself up to tower over her making her feel even smaller.

“And don’t think you can leave me when I ain’t around either cause even if I ain’t here wit’ ya, this collar…” he paused, letting go of her chin to pinch her beloved heart charm between his fingers, “...will follow my instructions and make sure you stay in line.  Yer stuck wit’ me forever, dollface.  Might as well git use to it.”  

Frisk could only stare at him.  All the words in her mouth dried up and in that moment she tried her hardest to keep her mind blank so he wouldn’t see anything else, but even she knew keeping her mind empty was a near impossibility.  

Even though she wasn’t educated about the different functions of the brain she knew the mind could either be your best friend or your worst enemy.  She couldn’t count the number of times she tried to force a catchy song out of her head, only for her mind to rebel against her and keep teasing her with it’s melody.  

And she also knew thoughts worked the same way and her belief was confirmed when another “I hate you, Sans” slipped by the blank wall she tried to build in her mind.  Not even a second after that thought was created, the red lights in Sans’ sockets returned only they were flickering uncontrollably.  

“So here’s how things are gonna work around here.  Ya don’t touch that collar and ya don’t try to git somebody else to take it off fer ya either.   Ya don’t leave this place unless I’m either wit’ ya or I give ya permission to leave.