"Don't worry, pet," Sans smiled a sadistic smile, " This isn't going to hurt... much."

Frisk was scared. But hey, when were they not scared? This whole situation has been very... stressful? Is that the right word? They didn't know. What was he going to do this time? Bite off the tips of their ears? Cut them up? It seemed like the same routine. Everyday, Sans would torture Frisk and take pictures with his phone. Frisk didn't know what he did with the pictures but they didn't really care. They were only happy when it was over.

Today Frisk was in chains. They couldn't move due to the chains heaviness, but they could still talk.

"Wh-what are y-you going to do?" Frisk asked worried.

"You'll find out."

Sans got a pair of scissors which shone like his gold tooth. Frisk cringed. They were not too keen on what was going to happen.

Sans apparently saw this and snapped a picture. Another one for his archive. Frisk felt tears in their eyes.

"Hey," Sans snapped, "Don't cry yet, we haven't even started."

Sans kicked them, hard. Frisk gave out a small moan out of pain.

He then proceeded to the torture. Taking the scissors and using it to cut up their face.

Blood was dripping everywhere. The cuts were getting deeper, but Frisk tried not to think of the pain. They thought of their old life, with the other Toriel and the other Sans. The kind one who always told punny jokes and always put a smile on their face.

Frisk tried with all their might to make them appear. To take them back home and have fun. They wanted it so bad.

...

But nobody came.

Sans noticed the far off look in Frisk's eyes. Sans wanted to get their attention, but how? It seemed like torturing wasn't having the same effect as it did before.

...

Then how about this?

Sans then proceeded to lick the blood on the human's face. Surprisingly, it tasted great. He thought it would taste like dirt, but it didn't. It was more like a metallic taste, and to him, it was the best thing he ever had.

Frisk started to panic and scream. This was way too weird. They didn't like it.

Normally, Sans would stop to take a picture, but this was just too good to pass up. It was better than alcohol, even better than torturing his pet. Why didn't he discover this sooner? Human blood was out of this world.

So he kept on licking until the blood stopped.

Frisk's voice had given out by then. They were very tired. They felt like they were going to collapse.

Sans was about to give them another cut when Papyrus came through the door.

"Sans, you done yet? I need a drink. Today's been a long d-" Papyrus paused. He saw the blood on Sans face.

"What are you doing?" Papyrus gave a disgusted face.

"Uh..." Sans was at a loss for words. "N-nothing."

A scowl came crawling onto Papyrus' face.

"Are you..."

"Nope, nuh-uh. No way. I'm not. Let's go get a drink." Sans rushed past Papyrus and went to go wash his face. (Secretly he licked it off.)

He then got Frisk's leash and tied it around their neck, after taking off the chains.

"Do you have to take the human Sans?" Papyrus groaned. "Can't you just leave it here?"

"NO!" Sans lashed out, but his expression changed quickly when he realized what he had done. It was weird. He never lashed out on Papyrus. Not like this.

"I mean... no. Wherever it goes, I go." Sans said more calm.

Papyrus grew suspicious. He knew that Sans almost always had the human around, but why was he getting so defensive about it?

He let it slide. For now. After all, if he got him wasted then he would spill.