[SPOILERS] ☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 108-112 (Patreon)

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Ya ain’t gonna talk to nobody or answer yer door fer nobody unless I tell ya ya can and if ya don’t obey, yer pretty collar is gonna do something like this-”  

Sans snapped his fingers.  Frisk’s eyes had widened but before she could tense her body up to prepare herself for the pain, the shock came hard and fast.  She let out a scream that turned into a cry of help only to be halted by another painful shot.

And all the while Sans held onto her chin so he could watch as her face twisted into an expression of agony.  She was panting and breathing heavily and would have collapsed on the ground if Sans weren’t holding her steady.  

“Sorry baby, screamin’ is against the rules,” he had said with a sadistic smile on his face as he fixed her messy bangs.  

This can’t be happening, Frisk thought only to have Sans’ sadistic smile grow.   This can’t be my life.  I need to-

“Ya don’t need anythin’ but me, dollface,” his face softened and his voice softened too.  

The fact the skeleton kept going back and forth from being a cold prick to a gentle man was not only terrifying but it was beginning to remind Frisk of her….ex-lover.  

Derek could change from being the most lovable man in the world to being the guy who beat her unborn baby out of her from an unprovoked punch in the stomach.  

Mean and nasty to sweet and loving.  That was Derek.

Sans was a little bit different.  Smug, cold and controlling to soft-spoken, easy-going and controlling.

Controlling…..

“I understand this might seem...unfair, but please...just...just give it time.  You’ll see that I’m not a bad guy.”  When she didn’t respond, only offering a snort of laughter, Sans rolled the lights in his sockets and continued.  “Now then, ya understand those simple instructions?  They seem reasonable and easy to follow, right?”

Fuck you, she couldn’t help but think but instead of a shock all she heard was a deep sigh of annoyance.  Sans rubbed his hand over his face tiredly.  

“This whole thing is gonna be a fuckin’ trial of my patience, but-” he paused once again, only to leaned down, moving closer to Frisk.  Frisk closed her eyes, waiting for something.  A slap, a bite, another terrible shock, but when she felt his cold bony teeth touch her forehead, she cracked open an eye in surprise.