☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 37-41

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his sockets widening when he saw who it was.  Frisk may have felt flattered if she didn’t hate him with every ounce of her body, which was now trembling so bad.  She stuffed her chapped hand into her pocket hoping to bring some warmth to it.  

 

“FRISK!?” he said, his deep voice projecting shock and confusion as he opened the door completely.  Warm air completely covered Frisk’s body, momentarily halting her shivering.  “The fuck are ya...what are ya doin’ out here in this weather?!  Don’t ya know it’s dangerous fer humans to…” he began to say until he shook his skull in disbelief and mentioned for Frisk to come inside.

 

“Git yer ass in here or you’ll freeze to death.  Jesus woman, the fuck is wrong wit’ ya?” he grumbled and for one second Frisk actually took a baby step to enter, the welcoming warmth of his home clouding her judgement until she remembered whose home she would be entering.

 

With a quick shake of her head, Frisk slowly reached into her purse and tried to grabbed at the thick envelope that contain the most money Frisk had ever held in her whole life.  Only she couldn’t get her hand to curl up and grab it.  They were too numb but before she could just shove her purse at him (it was an ugly old thing that just had his money and two maxi-pads in it) and make a run for it, the skeleton quickly made a move towards her.  She tried to dodge but with

her trembling body completely and unintentionally huddled into itself the skeleton was able to grab her wrist, his grip gentle, but unbreakable and firm.  

 

He ignored the small scream of terror that came out of her throat and pulled her inside the house, shutting the door behind them and blocking her from leaving by leaning on the heavy wood with his arms cross.

 

The warm air of his home made her body shuddered even more and now her teeth were clattering as well.  Without thinking, her instincts and desire to get even a little bit warmer overtaking everything else, Frisk cupped her hands at best as she could, moved them up to her mouth and blew on them in a pathetic attempt to warm them up, keeping her eyes on Sans.  The skeleton winced but made no move to come at her.

 

“Not that I mind ya coming over fer a visit dollface but what are ya doin’ coming out in this weather?  I don’t even get cold and I’m stayin’ in,”