Doctor Doctor I've been Boned!

by Zecon19

Frisk is an orphan who had been raised by monster parents. Now thirty, Frisk is at the end of her rope. Being harassed at work, on the way home, at her home, and on her, everyday commute from people and their emotions is about to drive her crazy. Not to mention the embarrassing urges that are growing harder to ignore. How can she get help? Who would help her?

5. Chapter 5

(Frisk and Papyrus meet up with Sans at Grillby's other place of business. Emotions swell between the three and some pretty interesting things are revealed.)

(Characters belong to Toby Fox. Story by me)

Chapter 5

Scars

Staring up at the establishment that Papyrus had lead me to fills me with mixed emotions. Papyrus stood beside me with an uncomfortable air about him. His figure slightly hunched as he waited for me to speak. When I finally spoke it was in shaky amazement.

"We...welll I didn't exspect..um...this.." I turned to Papyrus and gave him a pitied look. "But sadly I understand all the same."

Papyrus looks slightly relieved at my words and nods as he stands straighter.

"He didn't want to do this initially. He wanted a bar exactly like the one in the monster district. But...no one came at first and his business began to fail. He was desperate." Papyrus looks up at the building once more and says with a sigh. "Grillby has a daughter. I don't know if you know of her. She's a sweet girl and he would do whatever possible to keep her happy. However...if you ever meet her, please don't mention this to her. Okay? She...doesn't know."

I look at him in surprise but then nod in understanding. I don't think any sane father would want his child to see the lengths he went to through to keep his family fed and clothed. The fact that Grillby, who liked nothing more than to sit back and listen to his customers and quietly chuckle with them, would be forced to come up with something like this? It...it hurt me inside in a way that made my chest ache.

As Papyrus moved forward I follow as we approach the Flaming Hotties strip club. At the door, we were met by a big wolf-like monster who had fierce red eyes and sharp teeth.

It was the monster from the clinic!

Staring at him in awe he looks at me with embarrassment having recognizes me in return. He turns his head in shame and jerks his thumb toward the door, indicating we go in. I was about to say something, but Papyrus silently took my shoulder and led me inside the glass double doors. Nodding to the wolf monster in greeting before entering. Within the perimeter of the hall leading to a large room, he whispers quietly, "It's best that you don't show pity to any of the monsters in this place Frisk. They already feel shame for doing this to earn a decent living. For them, it's the best job they have if all else fails in this city. Understand?" His eyes holding a stern but pleading expression.

I nod and I felt a shiver of regret wash over me along with shame. Papyrus grips my shoulder gently in assurance before leading me further inside the building. Like the clinic, this place was clean, almost spotless. The floors were black marble and the walls were wood paneled with images of female monsters that were scantly clad and dressed in very revealing clothing. The light emanated from crystal chandeliers that gave off dim lighting in the hall itself. The smell of liquor perfumed the hallway and lead to the double doors that would take us to the main belly of the establishment. The muted sound of laughter and pounding music pulses against their frame. The faint feel of the bass echoes uncomfortably through my chest as I stare at the doors worriedly. However, before we reach the doors Papyrus stops and pulls me gently toward a curtain that was off to one side. Standing for a few moments he looks either way, from the exit and back to the double doors, before grabbing me gently by the arm and lifting the curtain. We quickly duck under to find a whole other hallway that circled up and around the main body of the building. Staring in shock at the discovery Papyrus chuckles and says,

"This is where we're going Frisk. This place is for those who know where to look. Those who desire peace and quite. This area is made primarily for monsters. They can come here and eat without worrying about humans and their scorn. The walls are soundproof to keep out the loud atmosphere the humans seem to like in the main bar and each of these individual rooms are accustomed to various types of monsters. Ice, water, fire, and normal monsters to be exact. Here we can enjoy good food and silence after a hard days work. I believe It was very nice of Mr. Grillby to create such a haven."

As he talks I allow myself to take in the warm wood of the walls, ceiling, and floor. The carpet on the floor was blue and long, circling along with the curve of the hall. The lighting here was calm and warm, the very air gives off a peaceful feeling. The sounds in the other half of the building, like Papyrus, said, were basically muted. It was like being in a whole other building.

Papyrus offers his arm and I smile softly at him before gently laying my hand on the crook of his arm. A warm rush of sexual tension rises quickly within me and I squash it. Shaking in his grasp he looks at me with concern.

"Frisk...are you okay? You're shaking all of a sudden."

I look at him with pain filled eyes and debate whether or not to tell him the truth. Seeing me struggle he chuckles and fondly pats the top of my head. Leaning down he whispers, "It's all right Frisk. You don't need to tell me anything. My brother will have the answers you need soon. And I hope we can help you," he touches the side of my face gently with a soft gaze, "and hopefully return you to...us once more." his words were so soft I almost missed it, but the overwhelming sadness in his aura was unmistakable. His mind craved something...but not wholly for himself.

Looking up at him in question he leans away and leads me down the hall and up the stairs leading to the next level. The entire time my heart races and my face burns. The hormones are getting worse. I hope Sans figures out what is going on with me and finds a cure fast. A few moments pass before we finally stop at a black door with a blue light on next to it. No sound came from the other side, but Papyrus leans over and knocks anyway.

"Come in." says a deep muffled voice. I knew instantly that Sans must be waiting on the other side.

My heart suddenly picks up again as Papyrus opens the door and leads me into the dark room. Inside he shuts the door quietly and I take the time to allow my eyes to adjust to the dark interior. The light was so dim and I notice the flashes of colored light stemming from the large windows before me. The flashes of light flaring behind them had to be from the club on the other side. The room itself had a few faintly burning lamps on tables that gave the room it's peaceful appeal. The sofas in this room were dark and rich in color. In fact, everything in here is made up of chocolate based colors. Browns and rich tans made the room feel rustic, inviting, and calm.

"Hee hee. I'm glad you could come...Frisk"

I look up and see a short figure by the curtains. His dark silhouette is outlined by the flashes of color from the slight opening he made in the curtain. He had been gazing out into the main bar with a look of cold exhaustion before he lets it slip back into place and turns his full attention to me. For some reason as he does this my heart rockets through my chest. It was only at this moment that I notice his attire. He is in a tailored suit that was so dark it almost disappeared into the darkness of the room. The white of his collar and the vibrant blue of his tie was a shocking contrast to it and showed like a beacon against the faint lighting. His white orbs slice through the dark to stare straight at me with a look of calm acceptance and gratitude. Some how...some how the overall look of him caused my body to heat almost unbearably so.

Shaking I disengage my arm from Papyruses and walk shakily toward Sans. My head rang as I saw flashes of...memories. Moments that I don't remember having with him.

Flash, Sans stands before me, under a tree in that dark outfit. His back to me.

Flash, he turns and gives me an embarrassed smile. His face blushing blue as he hides something behind his back.

Flash, He kneels down before me and...

And...

And what?

And WHAT!?

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!" The pain in my head increases ten-fold and my hands clamp sharply upon my face as I cry out in pain.

"FRISK!"

I heard two voices calling my name as I felt my body falls forward and my mind goes into darkness...

…...

Coming to, I felt a hand on my head and a thigh under my cheek. The brother's whispers were too low to hear clearly, but their emotions loud. Anger, paranoia, sadness, loneliness, and from one of them, hunger. Sexual hunger. And it was coming from the one who held me on his lap.

Opening my eyes I look up and take in the blurred silhouette of the two brothers above me. They notice my movements and quite as they turn to me. Their expressions come into focus as I take in their worried gazes. Papyrus stood by the sofa with his hand on my head. His thumb stroking my cheek gently. Sans thigh rested beneath my cheek and his hunger beat at me like a continuous knocking on a door. However, upon realizing I was awakening, he forces his emotions back down and tries to keep himself blank. I was confused by this behavior but I let it pass as the ache in my head had yet to leave.

Smiling hazily I try to lift myself and Sans arms grab hold of my elbows as he adjusts me beside him. I chuckle and thank him softly as I lean forward with my arms on my knees and cover my face with my hands. Sighing heavily I feel their emotions and try to block them out. They were worried and their emotions were smacking against my mind like a hammer on a nail. It was making the headache worse.

"Frisk?"

I turn just enough to look at Sans with one eye as my headache continues to pound.

"Are you alright? Can you understand us right now? Do you...do you remember...u...anything?" Sans seems to stop himself from saying what he really wanted to say.

For a few moments, I felt like I had an idea what he wants me to say...what he wanted me to understand since this morning, or longer. But I hesitated. I could be just reading too far into it. We have just met and I could just be allowing my hormones to much free range. There was no way this Skeleton and I...knew each other...

Or...did we?

The more I thought about it the more my head ached. The sudden feeling of illness curles up within my belly and I slowly shake my head no for no other reason than the fact that I could not speak over the illness. I withheld the reasons of my faint. I had to think about it. Would he really believe me if I told him the truth? He was nice but...I had to know him longer if I were to...

"You remembered something that caused you to faint...didn't you Frisk?"

I froze and look up slowly at Papyrus. Sans glances at the two of us and his mind is in a full blown panicking. But Papyrus's sockets stays glued to my eyes.

"What was it that you remember Frisk? Please...if you tell us we can help you. That's what we're here for."

My body begins to shake and the headache increases and I moan as I turn away from them and lay down on the sofa. Clutching my stomach I groan as I fought not to vomit on the lovely rug.

San sighs and I hear him say something sharp to his brother before he gets up and walks over to my curled form. He sits close to me and places his hand on my head.

"You don't have to force yourself kid. Just...take your time...there's no rush. We're...we're not going anywhere."

"I...I don't feel so good." I moan as I hold my stomach tighter. Nausea seems to build as I tried to hold back my panic from them. The inside of my head felt like a thunderstorm going out of control. It hurt to think, to breath.

Sans nods and Papyrus turns and walks away for a few moments. Sans pets my head and the motion becomes soothing and the feel of it frightfully familiar. Before I knew it the stress in my head was almost gone by the time Papyrus walks back with a glass in hand.

"Drink this slowly Frisk. This is Monster medicine. You should be able to take this without a problem. It will ease the sickening sensation you're having right now. Take it slowly."

Shivering harshly I lean on my arm and slowly push my way to a sitting position. Sans moves away enough to allow me room as Papyrus takes the back of my head gently in his hand and tips it back. He places the glass on my lips and lifts. Pouring the contents down my throat slowly. Swallowing the mixture at first felt weird. It is so thick and tastes sour and sweet at the same time. But not a bad taste. I gulp until the very last drop before he moves it away and places it on the table behind him. Shivering a bit more I allow the thick contents to settle in my stomach and just focus breathing. In a few moments, the sick sensation eases and I am able to look up at the two of them with teary eyes.

"What's happening to me?" my body shivers a bit as I hug myself. The emotions rioting through me as confusion sets in.

A body moves to my right as another body settles itself to my left. Then two pairs of arms encircle around me and draw me tightly between them. I whimper and feel the sensation of both of them. Their souls beating against my body like gentle waves of water. Their emotions much more subtle now that I felt physically better but still held an edge of sorrow and grief.

"Everything will be fine ba...Frisk. You just...have to trust us. We're doing everything we can to help you. If...if you just let us."

"He's right Frisk. And oh...look at the time." I look up at him as Papyrus looks at his watch. "It's well past lunch time. I do say no wonder your feeling ill. Your peckish aren't you?" He smiles and it is as if he cracks the wall of tension between the three of us. I giggle at his expression and Sans sighs lightly before chuckling behind me.

"True bro. We've been horrible hosts." Sans stands followed by Papyrus as they turn as one and bow to me. "Will you like to join us for a meal my lady?" they said in union.

I stare at them in astonishment before blushing and chuckling at them. I take their outstretched hands and they help me stand with ease. They than lead me to a table in the far corner of the room beside the windows. Papyrus directs me to Sit on the plush sofa in the corner while they sit on either side of the table in chairs. A lovely little glass flower sits in the middle of the table flickering with the light of the tiny candle in it's belly. Looking up at the candle I notice Sans glowing eyes watching me steadily. His expression warm, calm, and uncertain. Nervously I turn my head from him and grip my hands togeather in my lap. A blush blossoms on my cheeks as his stare seems to intensify.

"Oh goodness. I'm such a bonehead! How are we going to eat if we don't have service." Papyrus chuckles to himself before rising from his seat. "I'll be right back. Don't move you two." Papyrus gives me a smile and his brother a meaningful look before hurrying from the room.

Staring in confusion I wondered at his odd retreat. It was as if he left on purpose. Why?

Sans coughs into his hand and clears his 'throat' before looking back at me, then glances down at his hands on the table. Grasping them togeather he leans forward and seems to be thinking hard for a moment before saying, "I...just want to apologize again for the way I acted in my office. I...do not usually become so emotional around patients. It was very unprofessional of me." his eyes narrow further as he continues. "I...I just want to let you know that...I um...will try to keep it professional from now on." glowing eyes glance up at me then back down as a blue blush brightens his face. " I should not have done that to you. You're already going through so much right now." He brings a bony hand up to his face and rubs it ruffly over his skull. "I should not have done that. I'm so sorry."

With every word, he uttered a part of me twists harshly in my chest. My stomach is in knots as I watch him mentally beat himself up for his behavior and yet, another part of me blossoms at the display of his distress. Almost happy that he...seems to care that much about me.

Smiling fondly at him I reach over and grasp his hand that is laying forgotten on the table. Holding it tightly in mine I suddenly notice the contrast and similarities of our hands. Bone and flesh.

Monster and human.

Male and female.

Looking back up into his eyes I see him staring hard at our intertwined hands. His emotions flashing between longing, hopelessness, hope, and love. His emotions confuse me and intrigue me. Did I remind him so much of the woman he lost? Who was the lucky female monster who had touched him so deeply?

The idea of him with another female made a part of me instantly jealous and the emotion shocks me a bit. The shock must have been apparent since Sans looks up at me and I suddenly notice how close my face had gotten to his. Embarrassed, I lean back a bit but still keep my hand firmly in his as I say, " Sans...I um...don't want you to stop talking to me as you are." He looks up at me suddenly, his face contorting into surprise. "I like..you as you are and...this might sound weird but, I don't want you to change. I...I don't want you to feel the need to close yourself off to me. It makes me feel," I place my hand over my heart and give him a smile as the burning on my cheeks increase. " a bit bonely."

His eyes widen almost painfully at that moment before he bursts out laughing and shaking his head at me. Sans hands grasp mine tightly as he continues to laugh and I watch as his laughter soon dissolves into sniffles, then tears. Panic fills me as I watch his emotions shift from joy to pain. His forehead falls lightly onto our clasped hands and he holds it tightly there. Almost as if he wept for something lost that could never be regained.

Panic ate at me and I stood and rushes to his side. I wrap my arms around him and pull him tightly to me holding him as he sobs into my shoulder. His emotions are so tormented. Full of loss and longing as he wraps me in his arms and holds me tightly to him. As he weeps I feel the droplets of his magical tears fall upon my shoulder and I felt my heart break in two. Tears cloud my eyes as I lean forward and bury my face into his shoulder. We hold each other for long moments as our body shakes against one another. I am swept away by his emotions. I don't know how much time past after our weeping finally subsides and I suddenly find myself being held tenderly by this monster. His hold is firm and warm. Smiling tearfully I snuggle into his embrace and inhale his scent. His smell was that of starch, the tang of ketchup, and the meaty smell of hotdogs. My eyes widened a bit at the scent as memories flickered in my mind, to quick to grasp.

"Frisk."

I lean back and look him in the eyes as he pulls away from me. His white eyes staring at me with longing. But the cold fear in me could not help wondering if he saw his lover over my face. If he didn't I don't know what I would...

"Oh, Frisk I missed you so much." He whispers before leaning up and...

"I'm Back!" Papyrus announces as he opens the door with a slam. We jerk away from each other resulting in me landing in a tangled mass of my own limbs, and Sans...falling out of his chair.

Papyrus looks at either of us with a glowing smile as he stood proudly in front of the door. Puffing himself up, he marches over to the table and helps Sans from the floor as I detangle and straighten myself in my plush seat. Sans gave Papyrus a peeved glare but remains silent as someone walks into the room with a food cart. The female monster is tall, about 6'5 with a glossy pink body and flowing pink hair. She had a huge bust that jiggles almost comically before her and huge hips and long legs. She wears a very low-cut dress with a skirt that stops just barely past her crotch. Her eyes are large and had black lashes that were very long and fluttery. The moment I saw her I knew instantly who she was.

"Hello there, my name is..."

"Miss. Tub tub?" I said quietly in shock.

She looks at me in astonishment. "OH, Frisk! Oh, I didn't know you would be coming here!" Miss. Tub tub said in embarrassment and threw her hands over her large bust.

I blush and shake my head, "It's actually my first time here. I know Grillby and he makes awesome food. So...yeah." I smile and she nods but looks ashamed.

"Miss. Tub tub. It's alright. The kid here is a good one. She's not ashamed of you." Sans said quietly and Miss. Tub tub relaxes a little as she brushes out her outfit before going back to her business pose. Straight as a stick and her head held high she tries again.

"Hello everyone I have a fabulous collection of meals here made by Grillby himself." As she talks she bustles around and begins to place various plates before us. All of them covered by metal domes. As she moves about she talks about the company, and features we could use in the room. However, her movements and her thoughts were always floating to me full of concern.

'A nice girl in a place like this?' She hated when monsters brought their families here just to eat in a nicer environment.

As she finishes placing the dishes on our table she holds up a wine bucket filled with ice. In its tub rests a black bottle of really expensive looking wine.

"This is a gift from Grillby himself. A special port for you all to enjoy tonight." She places it down on the table and uncorks it herself. With skilled hands, she pours the drink in each of our glasses and then lightly caps it again. She then steps away and bows to us fluidly before looking hesitantly at me again. For a moment in time, I see a flash. Witness her on the ground begging as a man beats at her. Shadows of people and monsters surrounding her, and neither moves to aid her. The flash ends instantly and I blink rapidly as she turns and wheels the cart out of the room. I follow her figure until she leaves and only then doI lean back in my seat to think about what I saw. It is rare when I have theses visions. However, I could never tell if it's from a memory or something that had yet to come.

"Frisk? Frisk?"

I look up in confusion as Sans looks at me carefully. He is guarding himself again. Being careful. Inwardly I sigh sadly, but I give him a steady smile as Papyrus lifts the domes off our plates to reveal the delicious food underneath.

My eyes widen as the food is revealed. It looks so rich and decadent. Pasta, covered in cream and chicken. A bowl of berries of all types with a small dip container filled with cream. A small plate of succulent steak cut into small portions and covered in sauce. A large plate of garlic bread that was fresh and still steaming. A small dipping container to one side filled with red sauce. And a cake fit for four people, thick with chocolate and topped with a cherry. My mouth waters at the sight and I moan at the rarity of the chance to eat something so delectable.

Hearing a few snickers I look up and see Sans and Papyrus holding their hands over their mouths and giving each other knowing looks. Like they expected this reaction and were happy to see it. I cock my head at them in confusion. They finally see my puzzlement and sit up straighter.

" So Frisk. Which would you like to try first? We bought all of this with you in mind." Sans said as he waves his hand in the air. The plates and spoons clatter as they rise to the air and start serving their portions to the three of us. I almost salivate as a large portion of the fettuccini alfredo and chicken was laid on my bare plate.

"Nom nom nom yum yum," I said as my body shook in quiet appreciation at the site and smell.

The brothers chuckle a little and watch as I eagle eye all of the food laid upon my plate. As the last portions were distributed, the dishes and utensils rest back where they belong and the brothers pick up their forks and look at me with expecting eyes. Nervously I pick up my fork and drop it with an embarrassing clatter before quickly picking it up again. Stabbing the noodles I bring them to my lips and take in the heady aroma of the cheese, spices, and chicken. Then I slowly put it into my mouth and am hit with the instant taste of heaven.

"Mmmmmmm!" I moan as my eyes roll back in my head and I hold my fork between my hands in glee.

The emotions from the skeleton brothers are one of joy as they to begin to eat their portions. Their emotions suddenly feeling calmer. Every morsel on my plate took me to cloud nine. The richness of the food, the flavors, all of them exploding on my tongue as I devour the portions little by little.

As we eat I take the time to analyze Sans. His emotions were quiet now, almost peaceful for some reason, however, his previous breakdown and his surprising words echo in my mind. It seems my therapist was in need of someone to talk to himself. He keeps all of that emotion inside and doesn't seem to have a way to release it. Even a one such as himself must understand the importance of finding ways to deal with emotions.

'Why did he hide it so tightly? What is our connection to each other? Was there one?'

I believe I stare a bit overlong at Sans as he suddenly looks up at me after putting a fork of noodles in his mouth. His glowing eyes piercing me. A tingling response echoes through my body and my hormones purr at him. As I watch a small smile twitches on his skeleton grin and he closes his eyes and continues eating. I blink and look down at my food. There is still a good portion of it left and I dig in as I remembered...this shit is goooood!

The meal is a quiet one as we focus on our food. The sounds of utensils clanking on plates are the only thing that could be heard. By the time I finish the brothers were done as well. I look up to see if there are any more helpings to be had and notice that everything is gone. Smiling stupidly, I lean back in my seat and pat my stuffed belly in comfort as the brothers leaned back as well. After a few moments of silence and just sipping the tang sweet wine, I turn to look at the flashing lights coming from the curtains and stared at them for a moment.

"Frisk?"

I turn to see Sans sit up and adjust himself in his seat. His face is fixed in a form of concentration as he looks at me levelly.

"I hope you don't mind but. Do you want to continue your session here? In this room? I know it's...not the office, but it's quiet. And like before everything you say is confidential. It will not leave this room." his words are soft, low, and hesitant. As if he expects me to decline. I blink at him and smile softly. Nodding in agreement I watch him visibly relax. Papyrus sits still in his seat and watches us calmly.

I say honestly, "There's really not much left to say about that situation. If your want the whole span of the twelve years of hell I suffered from, I can give you a quick run down in a few sentences."

Sans nods and waits for me to continue as Papyrus looks at me with a blank, patient expression.

I look back out at the curtains and say, "The whole truth is that even with the help of the United, things were still rough for me. I don't know if I emphasized that enough before, but people don't usually take kindly to humans who have been, tainted by monsters, so to speak. Getting jobs, medical care, or basic help was always a challenge. So getting benefits, or health insurance is almost nonexistent for me." I give a grim smile. " Then there's the things that happen every..." I hesitate and look at Sans. His expression is of patient acceptance. He waits for me to reveal the darker things. Sighing I continue. " If I'm lucky to even snag a job it's a pain to keep it. I think I told you that when I first met you. People did things to cause trouble for me is true but...it was what happened after work that causes me the worse issues. Things which still haunts me today." I blink, "When I leave my job, even now when I try to leave my job, I'm always...followed."

The brothers sit up straighter at this. Sans asks quietly,

" Followed?"

I nod not looking at them but feeling their anxiety. "Always. From work, there's this crazy man who always seems to know where I am. He dosesn't make any sense, he smells and looks awful. He..um...chases me around the bus stop until the bus finally comes and I can board safely. The bus driver never lets him on because he has no money so, once I'm in I'm fairly safe." The anger in the brothers increase but I continue on with a bland expression. "After I leave the bus and get off at my stop, there's always a 50% chance that a group of hoodlums are waiting for me just around the corner. They have tried everything they could to jump me but...I've...always made an escape." I touch my arm In remembrance. The long sleeve of my striped shirt hiding the scars from those encounters and times when I wasn't so lucky. "It's not always the cleanest though."

Sans notices this and suddenly stands and walks over to me. I glance up at him and he looks down at me with concentration.

"Can I see them?"

I knew what he wants to see, but I hesitate in sudden fear. The idea of him looking at the scars. My scars, suddenly made me feel horrified by the idea. The emotion puzzles me.

"Please Frisk." Sans emotions are ones of concern, anger, and a touch of fear.

Something within me is moved by his emotions and his plea. I nod and hold out my arm to him and turn my head away to the windows again. The dancing light holding my attention as he takes my hand gently and lifts the loose material of my shirt to reveal several long and jagged scars. His breath catches as he continues to raise the material as high as my shoulder. Sans breath becomes harsher at the site of the scars. His emotions suddenly riot out of control, ranging from denial, pain, and self-loathing. All of them confusing me even more as I allowed myself to drown in them. My hand closes over his bony arm, as if in need of comfort. Sans hand tightens over mine and holds it firmly. The feel calms me a great deal.

Papyrus rises and stands beside him. "Frisk. Will you allow me to inspect your arm, please? I'm also a nurse and have some basic training." At his offer, I nod and he gently takes my elbow and rotates it around to see the markings for himself. "Multiple lacerations of various heights and lengths. Blunt force trauma to the arm resulting in permanent discoloration on one side." He touches some of the other scars and his eyes sockets harden. "Multiple small burn markings. Mostly on the back of the arm."

"How...how did you get so many scars, Frisk?" Sans said quietly as he looks back up at my face with a heated mixture of rage and sorrow.

My eyes dull and say, " The first half of my life alone was hard Sans. I was caught a few times and hurt. I...did not want to worry my parents and everyone else...so I...never told them."

"You never went to a doctor? Theses aren't even properly treated." Papyrus asked as he touches the scars gently with his bony hands.

I nod and said, "When I said people don't care for those who affiliated with monsters." I look at them levelly. "I meant it. I have turned away again and again and had to learn how to heal myself. It was a ...harsh lesson. But eventually, I kinda got good at it. However, since most of the attacks are from behind I can't...reach very well back there." I laugh harshly until I feel Sans grasp my shoulders. Looking up into his face I notice his blank stare. The intensity of it could be felt all the way down into my soul.

"Take off your shirt and turn around Frisk."

"Sans! I think thats..."

"Please! Please, Frisk. Show me." Sans sockets were dripping with tears as he requested this. His body shakes and I feel it in the grasp of his hands. Tears well up in my eyes as I nod and turn away from them. I am afraid of their reaction...but I knew it had to be done eventually.

I lift up my shirt and cover my head with it. And I sob as I hear the brothers harsh intake of breath.

I can't stop the tears of shame from falling.

( Okay guys, here ya go! Chapter 5's here! Now I wanted to address something that I've been noticing in a few comments in my last chapters about my spelling and grammar. And it is simple. I Do, in fact, check my chapters. Twice. I go back over them to check for flow and to check for spelling. Adding or taking away material as I go. The fact of the matter is, that I suck at spelling and grammar. I suck hard, and I'm using Grammarly to help me with a large majority of theses issues. Also, this is a fanfiction, it's not going to be perfect, nor do I expect it to be :D. This isn't something I plan to sell in the future because basically, I can't. So I would appreciate if you guys can please remember that I'm a fellow fan who just wants to write a tale of my favorite characters and just have fun along the way. I know the spelling errors are an issue, but I'm sure this is not the only fanfiction out there that has theses problems :D So hugs and kisses to those who see it as such and hopefully they can forgive me for theses slights. Also as a reminder, I will try to get theses chapters out as soon as I can. I am battling several things at once and one of them is my depression. Weeee depression! So bare this in mind as you wait patiently for the next upcoming chapters! If you're new to my work and would like to read something a bit close to this while waiting for me to finish future chapters, please click my name and check out the Bone-afied security guards! A long, 42 chapter story about Frisk and the skeleton brothers as they fight an evil organization that plans to wipe them and all monsters from existence. It's filled with comedy, adventure, ROMANCE, and BABIES! I hope you enjoy and it :D Loves and hugs! This author.)