☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 113-117 (Patreon)

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Forgive the lateness, my birthday fell on the usual day to update and I was so distracted partying it up I forgot to post!

“...yer worth it, dollface.” He ended.  

And with that, he straightened out his shirt and winked at her.  “Gotta git goin’, but I’ll be back early tomorrow morning.  I got a nice surprise fer ya.  Be sure yer up to greet me, huh?”  And with that statement, his smile became more of a smirk.  “Unless you prefer me to wake you up in bed.”

“I’ll be up.”  Frisk had quickly said and received a pleased smile from him that made her want to vomit.

And when he left, she waited a good two hours before she tried to open the door to her apartment.  

Rushing to the door, hope raising to high levels, she reached her hand out.  Her hand didn’t even touch the doorknob before the jolt hit her.

“No,” she had wailed before she  tried to tear off the collar again only to have another jolt knocked her to her knees.  She closed her eyes, readying herself to hear Sans’ condescending voice or his cruel laughter enter her head, but all she got was silence.

You insane prick, she viciously thought not caring at this point what happened.   His voice didn’t respond.  

Well at least he’s letting me have my thoughts when he’s away, Frisk had thought hatefully, steadying her breathing and willing her exhausted body to stand up.  And when she felt she had recovered enough she tried to call out for help, but as soon as she opened her mouth to do just that another horrible bout of pain made her collapse on her stomach.

She chuckled weakly when she realized she couldn’t pull herself back up.

Go with the flow, huh Sans? she thought to Sans.  Sans still didn’t respond in her mind.  

She felt a little frustrated when he didn’t answer but thankfully the exhaustion was taking over her body so she would able to fall asleep easily instead of staying up half the night in a panic.  She needed her rest if she was gonna come up with a plan to escape.  

How come you’re ignoring me now, you prick?  I know you can hear me.  You heard my thoughts plain as day when you were here.