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This is the fastest way to help them.  This is the best shot I have.  And...I HAVE to know why he’s doing this.

Taking in a deep breath, Frisk looked at Sans and offered a tiny smile.

“My back is against the wall.  You know that’s why I’m agreeing to this right?”

Something...strange passed through Sans’ eyes.  Frisk frowned and for some reason she couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit of guilt as his smile fell just a little bit.  But luckily for the both of them it was only for a second.

“Course doll-face.  That’s a given, but maybe you’ll change your opinion of me by the end of all this unpleasantness”

Frisk opened the door and to her relief, Sans moved aside allowing it to open wider.

“You like that word.”

Sans titled his head.  “What word?”

“Maybe.  You really do like using it.”

The skeleton chuckled.  “Maybe.”

Despite her best efforts, Frisk felt the corners of her lips perk up.  

“That was really lame.”

Sans nodded.  “Sure was.”

Frisk began to walk out into the sun, only to stop.  She took a deep breath and turned once again to face the skeleton who was still staring at her.

“You know that no means no, right?”

Frisk trembled as Sans’ teeth got a little bit sharper and the light in his sockets went out.

“You have the right to say no at anytime, doll-face.”

Frisk raced out the door, feeling Sans’ empty sockets following her.