☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 16-20 (Patreon)

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Every day there was some kind of gift at Frisk’s door waiting  to be opened.  Always addressed to “My little lady” (that pet name was even worse than Dollface and a tab bit scarier...the word “my” didn’t give Frisk any good feelings) the gifts Frisk did open were impressive and expensive.

On the first day he left a diamond encrusted pair of wing charms on a gold necklace chain that glittered just as unpleasantly as the rings he always wore.  The chain felt heavy and uncomfortable in her hands and for one brief moment Frisk actually considered pawning it to use as money for his own protection fee and while the idea made her smile spitefully she didn’t do it.  Her pride forced her not to do it.  If she did that it would kind of be like she were accepting his gift and Frisk would never accept anything of his.  And so that night before the sun went down she left the necklace on his front porch, hoping he’d get her message to “fuck off”.

….He didn’t.

In fact he left another gift the next day.  This time it was a lovely smelling perfume in a very pretty flower-shaped bottle.  Just like the first gift,  she left his second gift on his porch.  The next gift she didn’t even bother opening and left that on his doorstep as well.

On the fourth day she actually ran into him on her way to return his fourth gift and while fear pumped into her heart as he looked her over with that pitch black stare of his, she still found the courage to shove his gift back at him and tell him to stop leaving his trash at her door.