(The Brothers see Frisk's scars and emotions rise to the boiling point. But not all of the emotions are those of anger.)
(Characters belong to Toby Fox, story by me :3)
(Warning: sexual themes ahead!)
Chapter 6
Touch me
Hot tears fall down my face as my teeth grind against each other harshly. My hands have grown sweaty and my body shakes as the brother's eyes lay on my bare back. Silent sobs rake through me as shame grips me. I never thought the day would come when someone, anyone, would behold my failed attempts of escaping those assholes who chase me and hound me every day. The proof of my mistakes of my youth evident on my back, arms, and legs. Luckily my face and hands never got the full brunt of the beatings I had suffered. Everything else I was able to hide under long baggy clothing.
But this...was too much.
I jerk, almost violently, as I feel a cold bony hand rest on my left shoulder blade. It gently drifts from my shoulder, my back, and down until it stops to the small of my back. Hunching over further I sniff as I try to regain my composure, but it feels as if it's an impossibility. I can not seem to stop the tears from falling.
"My gods baby...what have they done to you." I hear a deep whisper of disbelief from behind me.
The feeling of confusion enters my world of sorrow as I turn a bit to see Sans face. His eyes were vacant in his sockets as his hand lays on my bare back. It's as if he is in a trance, captivated with the scars that protruded like ugly things on my flesh.
"What have they..?" Sans arms come up behind me and holds me to his body. The instant he grips me I scream in instant terror. Flashes of past attacks where men or women had grabbed me. Pinned me down and beat me almost senseless. The cuts, burns, cracks, laughing, taunting, echo like a bad horror film in my head as I wrench from his grasp and crash against the far wall. My sobs hysterical as pain rockets through my shoulder and side as I curl up in a fetal position with my back being the only thing exposed. My emotions were the only things I could feel now. Nothing else intruded in my thoughts as my mind raced almost painfully in my head.
Nothing made sense.
Nothing was right.
I was alone here...
Alone...
Alone...
"Frisk?" said a gentle voice. It is almost drowned out by my feverish sobbing.
Papyrus stays far behind me. I can feel the distance as he tried to calm me down with his words. "Frisk you don't have to be afraid of us. Sans would never..."
"No Pap it's fine." Sans interrupts him. His voice almost an immediate balm to my fevered mind. In that moment I suddenly could feel him. His essence, his movements. It is as if a part of me suddenly reached out to connect with a part of him. As if it knew him somehow.
As I feel puzzlement enter my mind I hear him say, "Bro, this is not something that can be easily talked down. She's exhibiting multiple signs of traumatic stress. If you...if you don't mind Paps... I would like for you to give me some time with her alone and..."
"Sans I won't go."
I could fell Sans turning to his brother in frustration. However before he was able to utter a word Papyrus says, "Sans I know how you feel, but at this time her body needs healing. These scars are not normal. Many of them..." I could feel his hesitation before he says quietly, "Have traces of a curse on them."
I feel Sans practically quake under the knowledge. However, I remain confused.
A curse? Was that possible?
"How can that be Paps? Humans in this day and age barely have the magical knowledge of their ancestors, let alone the ability to use it? How can someone..." His attention returns to my frayed back. "How could they have the knowledge and power to do this. And to her?" His voice was almost trembling thick with sorrow.
"Hold strong brother. You know what we promised." Paps whispers. "But right now we should focus on her don't you think?"
As they speak to one another in hushed tones, the confusion I feel begins to mount inside of my head until utter frustration and rage dominate me.
Turning enraged I scream, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW!"
They stare at me in shock. I glare at them with rage pouring from my eyes. My teeth flashing and my body shaking as I keep myself bundled tightly between my arms and legs.
"What the love of fuck do you two know that I don't?" I quietly snarl at them as their past behavior flashes in my mind. "You obviously know something about me. Something that you two have kept from me since we first met. I don't know what the hell it is, but I believe I'm owed an explanation!" The last of my words were a roar as saliva runs down my chin. My teeth gnashing, eyes wild, and my nails biting deep into my flesh. I can't get my body to stop shaking. I'm shaking so hard that it hurts. However, my mind is focused on only one thing. One need. The need to know what they have tried hard to hide. I could tell from their emotions, their slips in their speech when talking to me, the emotions that rage when they see me hurt or scared. They knew something.
And I wanted it to.
To know the truth.
The very thing they kept from me.
Both brothers watch me carefully. Papyrus with a look of hurt in his eyes and Sans with understanding and pain. Both look at each other before turning back to me with lost expressions. Finally, Papyrus inhales to speak but Sans stops him.
"I...I should be the one to tell her Paps." Sans arm extends out to his brother and holds him by the arm in comfort. Or in need of comfort. Looking back at me he stands straight as he begins calmly, "Frisk. I would love to tell you everything you need to know. But from what I've gathered from you the last few days, your not mentally ready to know everything off the bat. You need to regain the knowledge in small amounts. To much information sends you into a state of shock and pain..."
"I believe it's also the fault of the spells on your back," Papyrus adds on quietly as he uses his other hand to grab his brothers. He squeezes it before continuing. "Those spells seem crudely put together. A mix of jinxes, curses, and bedevilment. All of them are skewed across one another causing fluctuations that can cancel each other out most of the time. However, depending on certain situations, and your heightened emotions, they can work togeather in a crude and dangerous way." Papyrus thinks for a moment.
Sans adds on to it by saying, "I also believe that from what you've spoken before, about your past incident on your birthday? When you were knocked unconscious, may have resulted in a form of amnesia." The last of Sans words seem to catch as he looks away from me and down at his hand in his brothers. Both of their emotions in turmoil and full of doubt. As if they feared I would not believe them.
As they had talked I felt myself growing calmer as the information I needed was slowly given to me bit by bit. Pieces of their past behaviors finally seem to fit. The knowledge of that was almost like sinking into a pool of warm water.
It is almost...tranquil.
I now had a feeling that I understood what they were trying to hide. But I have to make sure I don't rush in without making sure of all of the details. The best thing to do was to just speak plainly.
I nod and wipe my hand across my mouth. The spit removed I calmly I sit back in a far more comfortable position on the sofa. My eyes and posture calmer now with their words. I lower my shirt the rest of the way down and regard their standing figures. Their hands interlaced as if they need the other person to hold them if I said something devastating.
As if my words could destroy them if I wasn't careful.
Breathing heavily I look them in the eyes and say slowly, "Okay...okay. That makes far more sense now. I...highly apologize for my behavior. It's just that...in the past..."
"It's not your fault," Sans said steadily. "I should not have touched you without your consent. I should have known better." He shakes his head in disgust. "I should have known better than to touch you like that."
Waving a hand before me I brush it aside, "It's alright. It seems we're all an emotional wreck..aren't we?" I give them a soft smile to show that I am calmer.
They relax only a fraction and I did not press further. instead, I proceed to ask, "If you had known about me this entire time, I presume, why did you try so hard to hide it?"
Sans breaths out a bit and blushes before saying, "In the beginning, we were not sure how bad your amnesia was. We knew of it thanks to your parents. They had reported to me that in the past you had acted out of character to some of the monsters who've you known since you were a child. One of them you had met today. Mettaton? He used to look different but his voice and actions are still the same. The fact that you didn't even recognize him, let alone his name, proves a point. You've lost memories of certain people and the times you had with them..." he halts again pained but pushes on. " You've been away from home for twelve years and only able to visit your family in the last, four years time, maybe five? In that short time, they have noticed your inability to recognize your past friends." He stops again and lowers his head to look at his feet. "We...we were not sure if you would recognize us after we've been away for so long. We...we kept in touch with your mother and father while we were away after the incident. We have been gone for ten years and only able to come back recently." He looks back up at me with tears in his eyes and his body sags a bit as he continues. "So...we...we tried to act naturally. We tried to act as if we never met just in case you were...unable to recognize us...and you didn't. You...didn't." he slaps his face hard with his hand and his body shakes harshly under the strain. Papyrus moves to hold him and I felt myself moving as well. I rush to him and wrap my arms around him and Papyrus. His pain eats at me and made a portion of my soul scream for him. I understood a bit now why he always seems to be in so much pain. But the intensity of it was astounding. What was he to me in the past? What was...he?
"I'm sorry I failed you, Frisk." He says as he holds me tightly to him. Papyrus removes one of his hands from Sans body and wraps it around us as Sans continued. "I'm so sorry I failed you! Oh, kid, I tried but I...I could not stop them! I could not fucking stop them! Oh, gods! I tried, I tried and fucking failed! Why!" He crushes me to his body and I take it. If anything, it was a pain I could live with. A pain I would hold in my mind for eternity. My mind echoes his sorrow and it married deep into my very bones. It was so utterly heartbreaking I could barely stand it.
Papyrus kneels and holds us to him tightly as he whispers into my ear, "You two were very close Frisk. Very close. When you were taken away he had been hurt and was unconscious for days. When he came two he was delirious and just kept whispering your name." he nuzzles the side of my face and sighs as Sans sobs turned into hiccups. " When he finally came to he asked where you were. When he found out you had been captured by the humans he went quiet. You know the rules of man in this city for us. Don't you Frisk? The rules monsters have to follow if there is to be peace between us."
I nod as I slowly rub Sans back. His weeping is quieter now and I notice that he is rocking us slightly. The rhythm of it almost putting me to sleep as I feel my lashes lowering over my tired eyes.
The rules the monsters had to follow were basic, stupid, and unnecessary.
Monsters were never to harm a human with magic or otherwise.
Monsters were never to expect more than what humans were to give them in return for their services.
Monsters were to follow all laws given to them by humans.
Monsters will suffer penalties of death if they were ever to harm a human or kill one.
The idiotic list went on, pretty much making monsters sound like unintelligent beings with no morals or standing.
The thoughts of the rules cause me to grips Sans and Papyrus tighter as I feel the world around me diming. I sigh and kiss the top of each of their heads as I nuzzle against them.
"I love ya guys," I said without understanding why I said it.
Then darkness.
…...
When I awoke again I was back on the sofa and on Sans the thigh again. I turn to see him sleeping soundly. His jacket missing and his hand on my shoulder. Looking down at myself I notice the jacket on my person and smile at it fondly. Looking around the room I notice Papyrus is missing.
Where did he go?
"Hmmm?" Turning toward the sound I look up to see Sans face contort as he lifts his head and yawns hugely. Afterword he shakes his head and looks down at me as he rubs his skull. His face looks very sleepy and it fills me with soft memories that drifted up from the depths of my mind. Memories that came in short warm bursts before slipping back into oblivion. I smile a bit and am grateful that it did not hurt this time.
"Heh heh. Hey, kid. How ya doing?" He asks as he rubs my shoulder fondly.
I sigh and nod as I say, "Yeah I'm okay. I think...I think the last few days must be catching up to me."
Sans groans and squeezes my arm gently.
"I'm so sorry. I'm your therapist. You trusted me to help you. I...don't seem to be doing a very good job at it."
I chuckle and shake my head. "Sans, like I said before, it seems we all are messed up in some way. We have wounds that need to be healed. I'm not angry at you. I...just could not get the idea that you were hiding something from me. Something important." I smile lightly at him. "I now understand a bit better the reason behind your behavior. It's just...hard to deal with when your in the dark."
He chuckles and leans back a bit. His head leaning on the cushions of the sofa. His eyes to the ceiling.
"I didn't mean to keep you in the dark kid. But...you've been showing signs of stress and reacting badly when memories suddenly surface too fast. I wanted...to protect you."
I touch his hand with mine and we remain still for a few moments. However, the questions that I want to ask brew in my mind until finally, I decide to just ask.
"Sans?" He turns to look at me, " What..was...our relationship like before?" He freezes and I hastily continue, "I'm just curious. The way you act with me. The feelings you give off when you're around me. How I feel when your upset, angry, ho...um...yeah I'll leave it at that. It feels like we had something close." I cuddle closer to him and hold his jacket tightly to me as I talk, "Even my...hormones seem to respond more to you. With other male monsters, it's just a pull of longing. Even, and I'm just saying this because it's true...even with your brother the pull is a little stronger than that strong...but nothing compared to how I feel with you." I close my eyes before I turn my upper body to look at his face. His hand drifts to rest on my collar bone as I move. His expression is watchful. A tiny blue blush appears on his cheek bones as I say, " I feel as if I'm connected with you some how. Why?"
Sans is silent for a moment and turns away. His face illuminated by the candle light and the faint colors coming from the windows. I wait with baited breath before he turns around and sighs harshly.
"I..would like to tell you the truth but...I don't want our past relationship tarnish who you are now." He puts a hand on his face and his eyes wink out. "You no longer remember me, Frisk. And the knowledge is...painful. However, you have a new life now. New things to experience. You barely even know me. I'm a stranger to you. And your mind is clouded with past wrong doings that were no fault of your own." he grips his face harshly as he continues, "I couldn't be there for you. I wish I could. But the fact of the matter is the damage is done. There is no turning back." He shakes his head. "Whatever we had in the past is long gone from your mind Frisk. If it's still there it may resurface. But I...don't want to take away your chances for a fresh start. Of...of finding a human as a mate." I freeze at his words, but he continues. "I'm an old pile of bones kid. Older than you can guess. I've seen enough to guess where you may choose to go. Your human. Even though humans have done you wrong, you would still wish for a humans company, their touch, and acceptance." As he speaks a horrible tightness begins to squeeze my heart. I begin to shake. He dosesn't seem to notice as he continues talking. "You can always leave here. Nothing is stopping you from doing that. The United can take you away. Give you a new life. You can find a husband...or a wife...start a new family and...wait...what...F...Frisk! Mhhmmmm?!"
He becomes startled as my lips press tightly against his teeth. The more he had spoken the more I felt as if he was trying to tear something precious apart. As if he was trying to free me from something that connected us togeather. But... the knowledge made me feel pain so intense that it shook me. I wanted to shut him up.
So I did.
I had turned and straddled his thighs and kissed him hard on the lips. I wanted to make clear my intentions. My yearnings.
I lean away from him and see his shocked expression. As I have finally succeeded in shutting him up, I say, "I could never do that Sans. I've lived in the human world for most of my adult life...and I hate it. I hate waking up in that cold room and feeling utterly and totally alone. I hate the stares and comments that are thrown at me as I walk the streets that are filled with human filth. I loathe the restrictions I'm always told I have to obey or I would be punished. Every fucking day I live with the fear of being caught again. Of being hurt again. Even the so-called United don't really care for me, Sans. I'm a figurehead. Their symbol. Their nice people yes, granted they are. But I feel no love loss with them, Sans."
Sighing deeply I place my forehead on his and rub it gently back and forth.
I breathe in his scent.
His very soul.
"Sans...Being with monsters fills me with a sense of being that I can never find with humans. You all are so full of life, love, and magic. I feel so at peace when I'm around you." I look him deep in his eyes as if I'm trying to make him understand. "I don't know why but...I feel so complete in your world that I can never feel in my own. With you especially. I feel like...I'm home."
Sans eyes narrow almost dream-like at my words as the blush on his cheek bones grows brighter. He then lets out an embarrassed laugh before saying, "Heh heh. Sigh...kid. Your something else..." He touches the side of my face carefully and I can feel the warmth of it spread from my cheek all the way to my heart. I practically purr at the sensation. At my reaction, he laughs and slides his hand down to my neck and circles it slowly to the back of my head. All the while he talked saying, "You never changed kid. Even after all this time your still you. I'm so happy about that." his bony hands grip the back of my skull and I look up to see him lean slowly into me. "I don't ever want to let you go Frisk." He stops before touching my lips. My heart races a mile a minute and my body warms to almost scalding hot at his intense touch, emotions, and stare.
"Will you allow me to enter princess? Will you let me in your heart one more time?"
I answer...in the only logical way I could. I lean in...and press my lips to his teeth.
A shiver rockets through him at the touch and he moans deeply as he pulls me tightly to him. His hand wraps around to the small of my back as the other on my skull keeps my head in place. The sudden feel of soft lips under my own startles me for a moment before the pressure of it sends my need spiraling. He uses the invisible lips to press, pull, and toy with mine. His breath mingling as we breathe into each other.
Sans suddenly becomes dominating. His body pressing up into mine, crushing us togeather as if he wants to be one with me in truth. I felt a soft pressure on my lips and I open my mouth to let it inside. The pressure becomes a physical thing as a tongue forms from his mouth and enters mine. The bright blue appendage swirls around my lips and teases me. My tongue shyly answers as it touches his. They touch then slide slowly against one another. Slowly...so slowly. They dance. Pushing, pressing, mating. Our tongues become living things that try to dominate each other in a way that seems primal. Every moment of it was glorious.
I gasp as I suddenly feel his hands moving around my body. The appendages slide from their original positions to touch me slowly. My neck, hips, shoulders, thighs, arms, legs, breasts. There was no surface that escaped his hands. It is as if he wanted to memorize me completely and utterly. The thought almost floors me.
His mind is full of love. His thoughts still unknown, but his heart is visible as day. Sans love for me is so complete that it almost makes me weep just as his need for me is an ocean that threatens to drown us. But he is holding it back with a fierce strength. He wants to take me slowly, but not completely. Not yet.
I am disturbed from my mental monitoring by a sudden nip on my lips. Gazing at him with a flaming face and glazed wide eyes, he says with a grin, "You know this is a two person job babe. You're leaving me all alone here. Can't do that to a skeleton you know. We can feel it down to our bones." He wiggles his 'eyebrows' and I burst out laughing. The feeling in my chest is one of pure joy. My laughter is suddenly silenced as I bend over and kiss him back. He chuckles at my attack and parries it with one of his own. He brushes my breasts lightly and I squeal against his mouth. He chuckles harder and I retaliate but brushing up and under his shirt to his ribs. He sucks in a breath and I wiggle my eyebrows at him. We stare at each other for a moment before we burst out laughing.
In my mind, I feel a pull, something connecting from me to him. I open my eyes as I suddenly feel a pressure in my chest after the connection intensifies. In confusion, I pull away and look down to see a red pulsing heart before my chest.
I gasp at the object.
It beats rapidly and it gives off a strong glow. Marveling at it I reach out to touch it and am startled from my amazement by another sound. A sound that reminds me of my parent's heart beat. The sound of a bell. Looking up I see another object that looked like a white upside down heart. It pulses strongly before my own. The site of it almost seems to put me in a trance. Looking up I give Sans a questioning look and he stares at me with a soft satisfied expression.
"It's our soul's kid. Our soul's are answering each other. than
"Is...is this...normal?" I say in awe as I reach up to touch my own soul. I shiver at the sensation as I cup it gently in my hand. It dosesn't really feel like a solid object. It feels more like...holding a bubble almost. A bubble of light, energy, and sound.
"It's normal kid. At least, it is for monsters. You probably were never told how we mated huh?" His tone is almost laughing as he watches me play a bit with my own soul.
"No...I...never knew...I thought..it...was like the humans...or animals." I stroke the side of my marks and gasp out at the intense sensation. It feels so good!
Sans moans at the sound before saying, "We two can mate in that way. Or at least some of us can. Others of us have to be a bit more...creative. Why do you think Skeletons are so magically powerful. We have to uh...make up for lack of uh...proper equipment."
I chuckle as he licks my cheek and I shiver under his ministrations.
"Let me show you something else." He reaches up and caresses my soul with his fingers, the same way you would touch the texture of a fabric or fruit. His touch causes a harsh moan to escape my lips and a deep gasp escapes from Sans teeth. I glance up at Sans and see the pained look on his face. His soul shivers and jumps before my own and I notice sweat beading and falling down his skull.
"Ah, kid you're making it hard for this old skeleton you know." His thighs push up against my backside and it jerks me up lightly. The push causes our souls to barely touch, but the sensation of brushing against his is so intense I throw my head back with a cry of ecstasy.
"Ahh fuck baby you look so good doing that." He rubs his hands across my body firmly. My sides, my hips, love handles, and ass. He grips my ass hard as he rocks his legs up and down slightly. Our souls continue brush lightly touch over and over again. I feel my eyes roll back at the sensation. It feels almost like someone is trying to get inside of me. Trying to get in but teasing at the very entrance. The feeling was so good and tantalizing to me.
Shivering I bring my hands up to rub them against my breast and moan at the physical sensation married with the spiritual.
'Oh! Sooo good!'
"Oh, baby! Baby yes! Touch yourself for me. Let me see your breasts, honey!" He moans out as he increases the speed of his lifts.
I cry out as our souls touch multiple times. The barest hint of touch that felt like something is about to come in. It is pushing...pushing against that door. I want it in me...I want that feeling so badly!
I grip my breasts hard and yank my shirt up to reveal my breasts. His eyes wink out as sweat pours down his skull in excitement. I grab my breasts and mold them in my hands and moan out a purr of pleasure. Squeezing, tightening, twisting, I touch myself and the feeling seems to mount even higher.
"Ah fuck FRISK!"
I suddenly find myself rolled onto the couch and Sans above me. His left eye flickering brightly at me with intensity. It flashes blue and gold as he leans over and kisses me soundly. We moan and touch for a moment before he pulls back and asks in a low voice,
"Frisk..can I...can I show you why souls are so much better than physical sex? Can I show you how intense it is to have your soul touched in a way that no human can ever touch it?"
The way he speaks, the intensity of the moment itself, and the roaring of my body causes me to nod feverously at his request.
His skeleton grin grows wider as he slides back a bit to come face to face with my soul. Leaning down he just takes a moment to breathe on it. The sensation of the faint puffs of air on my soul causes me to thrash a bit and shiver. It feels so weird! The sensation rips through me in gentle waves. A soft attack on my senses and body. I can almost feel it deep down inside of myself. In a place, I never knew existed.
Then he leans further and takes a long...slow...lick. I come off the sofa screaming. The feel of it...a bare touch, a slow slide of that magical tongue causes the most extravagant sensation to course through me. Grasping the pillows of the sofa I twist them in my hands as I thrust up into his body. His chuckles pepper the air as he continues to tongue my soul gently. Licking it slowly like a lolly pop. Careful to graze every part of it with a long almost serpentine tongue. The length and girth of it cause my eyes to roll as the sensations keep beating at me. Then the sensations pick up a notch as he opens his mouth to reveal small pointed fangs then he takes my soul gently between his teeth and suddenly I cry out as my world almost blackens and narrows around me.
The sudden feel of lips around my soul pulling, sucking, nibbling, causes me to climax so completely that I almost faint again. I grab his head tightly and hold on for dear life as the sensations rocket through me again and again.
As the last shiver of orgasm courses through me, I whimper and lay back onto the sofa with a tired huff. Shivers race through me as I try to catch my breath. I hear a satisfied sigh as Sans lays on top of me and holds me closely as he waits for me to come down from my high. With a soft chuckle, he rubs his cheekbone against my own as he whispers, "So did you like that baby?"
My soft shiver and moan are the only answer I can conjure. Sans laughs quietly by my head and relaxes next to me with a content sigh. We lay together like that for long moments. Our breaths fanning the others face as we sleepily stare at one another for long moments. His hand plays along my collar bone and breasts. pinching, pulling and caressing it lightly. Just playing with them. His eyes following his movements as I lean back and enjoy the sensation. The wetness in my panties seems to grow as I close my eyes and feel his touch growing bolder. and I moan as I squirm under is the onslaught.
My cheeks glow from the gentle playing, but my mind is still curious. So I say softly,"Hey, Sans? I just noticed that your brother is missing. Where did he go?"
Sans 'eyebrow' rises and he chuckles as he takes his hands from my breasts to check his watch. A frown then mares his face as he looks at the time.
"He left about thirty minutes ago to get something downstairs from Grillby. It's not that far a walk, but I guess he got held up along the way." He shrugs and looks at me with a smile, "He loves talking to Grillby about dishes. The pasta dish you tried was one of his suggestions you know. It...was you'r favorite." He slows down and a look of horror suddenly crosses his face. As if he finally realized something. His mind fills with regret and he begins to pull away from me. I stop him by rolling over and trapping him under my body.
"Sans I can tell your feeling regret right now. I guess it's because of my lack of memory?" With his face turns to the side he sighs and then nods.
"Frisk...I didn't want to..."
"Take advantage of me?" I chuckle and shake my head at him. "Oh, Sans. Didn't you realize? I wanted it. At this moment I'm sure that whatever we had between us is still there. Something wonderful. After what we shared just now I believe it." I close my eyes and breath before opening them again to look at him. "Sans...I might not remember everything from our past...but...I get flashes. Bits and pieces here and there...the more I'm with you. I...I want to relearn everything about you Sans. If it was something special then, I want to delve into it, breath it in, and never resurface."
Sans cheeks glow from my declaration. I keep my eyes on his steadily. Then he bursts out into laughter before grabbing me and pulling me tightly to him. Our souls have long since sunk into our bodies. I find myself missing the site of his. The glow and the beat of it. But if our future allowed us, I would see it again.
We rest comfortably against one another for long moments. He may not have much meat on his form but...he was oddly cuddly. He reminded me so much of Mr. Giggily that I chuckle at the idea.
"What?" He asks and I giggle before replying,
"I'm sorry. I... I suddenly thought of Mr. Giggly when I see you. HEeheeh. I...I feel like I finally meet him in real life. Like this is a princess's story and you're my Giggly skeleton prince." I chuckle a bit and he answers me with a soft laugh.
"Yeah. I guess you can say that princess. However, I'm not a knight like my brother or Undyne. I'm not a smart as magician like Alphys is. Nor am I noble like your parents. Na kid..." He nuzzles me lightly as he pulls me close to him. "I'm the jester. The man who keeps the rest on their toes and laughing away their problems. And I'll do whatever I can to make you happy my sweet princess."
I moan as he pets the side of my face with a gentle hand. I reach up and hold that hand to my cheek. My mind finally at peace for the first time in a long while.
"Sans...what happens now? What do we... what do we do now? How do we proceed?"
Sans chuckles again and holds me to his chest. The faint sound of his heart tinging away under my ears as he strokes the top of my head gently.
"Now kid, we do whatever we can to free ya from that fucking device on your leg, get ya back to us again, and when all is said and done." He holds up my hand and caresses my ring finger gently. My heart flips in my chest at the soft touch.
"When all is said and done. I swear, I'm gonna..."
The sudden sensation of pain and horror fills my mind and I jump to turn to the force of the sensation. Sans, who is still holding my hand in his, also rises and turns to where I was looking. The windows. Something was happening in the club.
Without needing to say a word we rush to the windows. Sans and I jump over the sofas and open the blinds to look out to the strip club bellow. It is oddly still down there. People and monsters have stopped moving. All of them looking in the same direction. We turn almost as one to see a commotion to the far right of the ground floor, close to the entrance. There lying on the floor, her arm severed and several pink blobs around her, was Ms. Tub tub. Her face turned away as she holds her severed arm. Her body shaking harshly as she weeps onto the floor. And standing before her was Papyrus his body acting as a shield as he holds a long tibia bone in one hand and a bottle of wine cradled in the other. Several human men surround them and they seem to be taunting them. No one moves. No one trys to intervene or back him up.
A sudden flash of something yet to pass appears in my mind. Fear eats at me and before I know what I am doing, I turn and rush out of the room. Sans close behind me as we leave the dark room and into the soft light of the hallway. I glance around confused about where to go. Sans takes my hand and pulls me to the right. We dash quickly and suddenly I feel distortion as if we were transported from one section of the hall to the next in quick jumps. I realize that Sans must be teleporting us around to go faster. By the time we reach the bottom floor I felt queasy but still urgent as I rush next to Sans. We pass through heavy double doors, nearly plowing through several humans and are hit with the heat of the room. The music continues to blare and the neon lights dance about to the music. But no one moves nor speaks. They all continue to look where Papyrus was.
Rushing forward I felt Sans running after me.
My body takes off faster then I have ever moved. The adrenalin kicking into high gear as I felt my determination fueled by something I could not name. Something that I know was about to happen.
Something I had to stop.
I rush past the first ring of men and jump over Ms. Tub tub. Crashing into Papyruses body I turn and twist him out of the way, just as the sensation of something hot and scolding slashes across my back.
I scream.
(And there you have it guys, chapter 6! this one came to me much faster than five and was easier to produce! I hope you guys like the steamy moment. I realize there probably isn't many stories out there where hardcore soul petting was a thing. Sooo here ya go! Anyway, I would like to thank all of the readers who have supported me so far. I love the comments! They make me so happy! :3 I hope you continue to follow me and read the adventures of theses characters as things are about to go down! Wooo! Anyway Until then my lovelies :D Weeeeeeeeeeeee!)