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She focused all her attention on the clothing he bought her.  There were packages of expensive clothing she opened and while each package contained a different outfit with it’s own unique style all the colors were the same.    Black and reds.   Those were the two colors that instantly attacked her eyes.  Sweater dresses, formal dresses, nightgowns, pantyhose...bras and panties.  All of them black or red, or a mixture of both.  

And there was something extremely disturbing about those colors and Frisk knew what it was.  Sans’s suits were always black and red.   And now all of her clothing were black and red too.  They matched.  So when they went out everybody would know who she belonged to.  

Everybody would know she was the property of Sans Gaster.  And when Sans read those thoughts in her mind, he shrugged.  

“Ain’t nothing wrong with lettin’ people know we’re together, baby,” he had said.  Frisk didn’t respond and tried not to think too long or hard about his words or how he didn’t correct her on her theory that Sans chose those clothings just for the sole purpose of showing everybody he had ownership over her.  

But despite all that, getting upset over clothing wasn’t worth putting her body through pain.  And Frisk almost succeeded in keeping a cool head and a calm mind, but...’

...but all her efforts flew out the window when Sans held out a simple, but pretty red and black striped sweater dress for her to wear, ordering her to “take that trash off and put this one on.”

A deep sense of humiliation bloomed harshly in her chest as Sans placed the dress in Frisk’s arms.  And then without thinking Frisk threw the damn thing back in the skeleton’s grinning face.  

“I’m not a doll you can play dress up with, you sick freeaahhhhh!”

The shock that erupted through her body was just as painful as the others had been, but thankfully it didn’t knock her out.  But it did do something just as bad. Maybe even worse.  The shock wouldn’t stop until she grabbed the dress back from Sans, who was holding it out patiently for her to take,  and put it on.