☃️Baby it’s Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 31-36

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Frisk had tore the paper to shreds knowing she couldn’t reject that gift.  She couldn’t very well shove that back into his arms and feel satisfied with herself about not caving in to his advances.  And Sans must of knew that too because every day until the thirteenth day of his countdown, Frisk always found a thick envelope to her door.   And just like her gifts she didn’t bother opening those either.  She tore them to shreds and spent her last few days avoiding the skeleton, barely coming out of her apartment, only doing so when she found something else she could pawn for money.  

 

On those days when she saw Sans she would rush off in a different direction before he could say anything.  She didn’t want to give him any chance to remind her how much he could do without her knowing it.  And to her relief he wouldn’t follow.  He simply watched her run.  

 

Maybe his lack of reaction was because he thought that sooner or later she’d come to him.  He probably that since she had no options she would eventually cave in and come to him

Even as Frisk felt the cold air ripping her skin apart and the overall creepiness of being the only person in her whole area outside since everybody else knew to stay indoors with weather like this (the silence had a haunting feel to it), she knew she had won.

 

And so, with a huge smile on her face she took her hand away from her coat and as she curled her bare fingers into a fist with difficulty, noting with some alarm that the skin on her hand was now a ugly almost purple color, and knocked on his door, wincing in pain when her skin cracked as soon as it made contact with the wooden door.

 

But nobody came…

 

And it was getting colder.  So much colder.

 

Grunting and feeling another rough and more brutal wind whip through her thin coat and heavy sweater dress,  Frisk knocked again, much louder and harder this time, cracking more of her skin.  She smirked when she finally heard movements from the inside of the house.  The massive skeleton that had been the source of her anguish for the last two weeks opened the door a crack.  Frisk nearly sighed in bliss as a bit of warm air from the inside of the impressive house hit her face.  Of course the brief feeling of the warmth actually made her body feel even colder when Sans blocked any more of that amazing from leaving as his entire frame covered the crack in the door.   His sockets were narrowed.

 

“What the hell do you wa-”he began to growl only to stop halfway, his sockets widening when he saw who it was.