☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 118-122 (Patreon)

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She knew there was something about that thought that was extremely important.  Something that didn’t sit right with her but with an exhausted body all she could have done was promised herself she’d think about it later.  And then she fell asleep on the floor.

And the next day when Sans came, he really did have a surprise for her.  A horrible and degrading surprise for her that made her feel even more like she was his property.

He didn’t like her wardrobe or her “filthy rags” as he put it,  so he threw every piece of clothing she owned away and replaced them with more expensive and admittedly nicer clothes.  But…

It reminded Frisk of a doll she used to have when she was maybe four or five years old.  Miss Buttons.  There wasn’t anything really that special about the doll.  It was made out of plastic so it wasn’t soft like Frisk’s teddy bear or colorful like Frisk’s ragdoll, but Miss Buttons did have one thing Frisk’s other toys didn’t have.  The company who created the doll also created thousands of little outfits for her to wear and while Frisk’s parents could only afford to buy Miss Buttons just a few pieces of clothing, Frisk spent hours upon hours dressing the stupid thing up and mismatching the clothes just for fun.  

Frisk knew how Miss Buttons felt now.  Frisk knew how it felt to be a doll.

But Frisk opted to watch as opposed to say something and even tried her hardest not to think of anything mean that might offend the skeleton.  He was in a good mood but she was terrified that the wrong thought would send a painful shock to her body.  Her body was still weak and she was terrified that another bout of pain might rendered her unconscious.  That was a position she never wanted to be in again.  Unconscious in front of Sans.  

Granted he didn’t do anything to her that first night, but she didn’t kid herself into thinking it was never gonna happen.  She knew that eventually if she didn’t think of a way out of her collar she would eventually be raped.  And continued to be raped again and again and again.

Yer stuck wit’ me forever, dollface.

And that would be the case unless she was able to come up with a plan to escape.  A plan to escape that Sans didn’t know about, which seemed impossible, but….Frisk knew there had to be a way.  There just had to be a way for her to come up with a plan without his knowledge.  But how?

But she didn’t think about how that second day.  That second day she tried to remain neutral and keep her mind in a somewhat peaceful state to all the pleasant things Sans was saying and it seemed to be working.