☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 26-30

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but just like before his offers to take her out or spend time with her didn’t cease.

 

And with each rejection Frisk gave him, she noticed that his hands would tightened into fists or his body would stiffen and despite the fact her mind was telling her not to push him because he could make things so much worse for her,  Frisk couldn’t stop herself.   She supposed it was the lack of sleep or perhaps her stress or her mini-depression about pawning her heart charm but all his “polite” invitations were met with a nasty response because that’s what the bastard deserved.

 

But oddly enough Sans never reacted the way he reacted that night in the ladies room when she told him she “didn’t like what she saw” and each time Frisk saw him not reacting in a more violent way, the more confident she became on what she could get away with.  Of course her confidence was always the product of sleepless and stress-filled nights,  

 

And after a few more days of rejected gifts, Sans began taping thick envelopes to her door.

 

Frisk opened the first one not knowing what to expect, but she certainly didn’t expect what was inside.

 

It was a compilation of all her bills, only Sans didn’t put them together to remind her how screwed she was without him.  They were showing her that Sans had paid all her expenses for this month and the next three months.  

 

The fear slowly disappeared from her chest as she reread those bills over and over again until her chest was about to explode in fury and her eyes stung with hot tears.

 

The bastard just wouldn’t stop.   He was treating her the same way Derrek always did.  Do something mean, horrible and cruel and then try to make it up to her by being kind.  It was a fucking game she stopped playing when she left that bastard and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna let that skeleton do that same thing…

 

Frisk had tore the paper to shreds knowing she couldn’t reject that gift.