(They're in trouble. Being chased by a bunch of rowdy guys intent to kill, isn't their idea of their nice evening out. What will happen this time to Frisk and the brothers? Will they make it out alive?!)

(Warning light sexual scene ahead)

(Characters by Toby Fox, story by me)

Chapter 10

Leaving early

I am an idiot. All kinds of idiot. Do you want to know why I think so? Because I just had to sit in the middle of the fucking back seat, that's why. Of course, how was I suppose to know we were going to end up in the middle of a fucking high-speed chase in the middle of heavy traffic with lunatics trying to kill us as we drove through down town? Yeah, I would not have been able to guess that in a million years.

But really, the middle seat?

I must have lost my fucking mind!

I found myself regretting my seating choice as I find myself continuously thrashed to and fro as Papyrus weaves easily through the congested streets. While he concentrates on keeping us alive, I concentrate on keeping my meek meal down and monitoring the men's thoughts behind us. Every time they think of something new to harm us I alerted Papyrus so he could adjust his driving to counter it. So far I have saved us from several rammings, side swipes, and collisions.

But we are running out of time. Soon we would be heading out to the city limits.

What then?

"Bro! The Bus! The bus!" Sans yells.

I yelp as Papyrus smoothly turns and skirts around a bus that doesn't yield to a red light. The men behind us barely make it past and get off with a small smack on their fender.

But they are still coming.

"Sans. What do we do? We need a plan." Papyrus says as he continues to speed through the last bit of traffic. With all that is going on it amazed me how calm he seems. His emotions tell a completely different story, however. They were scared, terrified. But he some how keeps it in check, staying alert and driving smooth as butter.

For a few moments, I allow myself to admire him for that.

At his words, however, I look out the front window and see the open grass area outside of the city. We have just left city limits.

My blood begins to run cold in my veins.

"We do what we have been doing. Keep straight and make our way to the orchards. If we're lucky, we make it there in one peace and we're home free. If not..." Sans breaths heavily and stares out the front window with a stone face. " If not... and we end up on the side of the road and they really want to take us head on, we'll do what we must without innocents around us," Sans said fiercely. His left eye glowing an ominous golden blue for a moment. I lose my concentration on the men for a moment to look at the back of his skull in shock.

"Sans? What is it your planning? If...if those men do make it to us...?" I ask as fear creeps into my voice.

Sans shakes his head. "We can't keep running Frisk, and I'll be damned if we timidly allow those fucks to do what they want. Not with the knowledge of their intent." His hand tightens on the seat, "I won't allow them to hurt those I love. Not while my soul remains intact."

Fear eats at me from his words just as much as the feeling of compassion for his selfless need to protect fills me with love. However just as I lean over to touch him a blast shatters the glass behind me and I sharp pain enters my shoulder. I scream as I surge forward and grasp it in pain.

"FRISK!" Sans screams at my cry. Papyrus hisses and the car veers around a moment before getting back on track.

"I..I'm fine! Don't mind me!" I yell as I grip my shoulder in agony.

'Stupid! Stupid! Supid! I should have kept my attention on them!' I think fiercely as I try to breathe past the immense pain. It isn't as bad as the poison that had struck my back, but it is damn well close.

In the back of my mind, I can hear their glee. Feel their sick twisted joy as they noted their shot struck true. As the blood seeps down my arm I feel a deep seated rage stirring deep within me. It churns, builds, and climbs as the distant sound of blood dripping on the seating echoes in my ears as if it is the only sound around me.

"Frisk? FRISK?"

I look up at Sans with a startled expression as he stares at me hard. "That looks pretty bad love. We need to get that looked at." His worried face brought me back to reality for a moment. I feel the men's presence and find they are still celebrating their lucky shot. I look back at Sans and give him a small smile of reassurance.

"I'm fine for the moment Sans. It...it looks worse than it is really and..."

Without another word, Sans is suddenly in the back with me. His sudden appearance catches me off guard and I jerk back a bit from him in shock. Sans catches my sides and brings me closer to him. His eyes filled with concern and his teeth twisted in tightly controlled anger.

"Keep your mind on the men kid. I don't want us to be their target practice dummies. Okay?"

He gives me a faint smile, his eyes burning with worry, agitation, and rage.

He feels for me.

The knowledge did something to my heart as I stared into those glowing orbs.

I smile and open my mouth...

Another shot about to be taken.

"PAPYRUS! DUCK AND TURN NOW!" I yell and push Sans down into the seat cushions.

Papyrus does so, and as we turn multiple gun shots rain in on us. We here Papyrus hiss and fear eats at me as I registered the sound as pain.

"Papyrus! Are you alright!?" Sans cries out as he holds me onto the seat with him.

Papyrus doesn't say anything for a moment as he adjusts his driving before bee lining down the street again.

"I'm fine brother. Right as rain. I'm just losing my patience with these men." His voice is gentle as always, but it now holds an agitated bite to it. He is defiantly getting angry now.

Sans and I sigh in relief until I twitch.

They were about to go for another round.

"They're about to start firing again." I let them know.

Papyrus stiffens before his straightens his spine and says, "Okay then."

Sans and I are thrust back into our seats as the car takes off faster than before. The world outside is a blur of color as we speed through the last borders of the city and out into open terrain. The men's car is further away now by leaps and bounds. This far it will make it difficult for them to use their guns on us.

"Quick thinking Bro." Sans marvels as he looks back at our floundering attackers.

"I can't keep this up forever Sans," Papyrus says stocky. "This vehicle eats up gas like no tomorrow. We're already on a quarter of a tank and it's going fast."

Sans nods. "Okay bro just see if you can lose them for now. I'll take care of Frisk's injury. Just get to where we need to be."

Papyrus nods and continues to drive quickly through the country side.

Sans quickly takes a moment to look at my wound and he nods. "Just a graze. Probably hurts like a bitch huh kid?" He snaps his fingers and summons some wrapping. He quickly ties it around my arm and after checking his work kisses it gently. Blushing I watch as he looks at me and asks,

"Hows our troop of assholes doing Frisk?"

I blank for a moment before understanding his question. I nod and concentrate. Out here human interaction is limited so I can pick up on them easily. They are frustrated, enraged, yet determined to catch up to us.

"They don't seem to want to stop," I say worriedly.

He nods and looks up and around. "Almost there. Paps how are we on gas?"

"We should have enough to get us to where we're going, but we're going to have to buy some before we go home today."

"Understood. I'll pay." Sans winks at Papyrus's back before looking at me with confidence. "Take it, easy kid, were almost home free."

I cock my head at him in question and he chuckles as he places his hand on my head affectionately.

Flashes, to quick to grasp, erupt behind my eyes and I shiver under his touch.

"You okay?" He asks as he looks behind us with a concentrated expression.

"Fine, fine. Just had another flash back is all. Didn't make any sense though." I admit sadly.

"You'll remember one day. We'll worry about...ah here we are." Sans turns to look forward and relief emerges from his face.

"We're here." He says with a triumphant look on his face.

I turn to look outside of the windows and find that we are in the middle of an apple orchard. The rank smell of dead or rotting apples surges around us as we plunge deeper into the grove. Just as the trees become dense around us a light shines brightly before us and the car takes off even faster now. Within moments I feel an odd displacement before suddenly finding myself looking out on a familiar street outside of the car. Not the orchard. Another flash of light flashes as the portal we had driven through closes and the car skids to a shaky stop. Voices rise suddenly rise around us as Papyrus and Sans let out a breath of relief. The car stutters and spurts in protest and Papyrus pats the front dashboard and whispers, "You did right by us girl. You did right."

"Home free." Sans moans as the door to my left side is thrust open.

"Frisk! Frisk!" I hear a concerned voice calling me.

"Mother?" I say as I turn to see her large paws reach in for me.

Sans barely had enough time to unbuckle me as she grabs me from under my arms and pulls me out of the car and tightly into her arms.

"Oh, my child! My child! Are you alright!" Mother cries as she holds me tightly to her large body. Being held by her always made me feel like a child. She is just such a big monster. But her warm furred body and worried energy cracked through me. After what we had just experienced the fear, the elation of escaping, and suddenly surrounded by friendly faces is a little much. Tears spill down my cheeks as I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me tightly.

Except I forgot my newly injured arm.

A squeak of discomfort from me jerks mothers head back and she sees the new wound. Her eyes open wide at the sight before a flame blazes brightly within them.

Sans and Papyrus have long since exited the car and Undyne is now interrogating them on what happened along with father when mother suddenly turns and says,

"What happened! How did my child get injured! Tell me!" Her voice was fierce as she demanded an explanation.

Everyone around us grows quiet at her words as they beheld her fiery eyes. Then Sans breaths out evenly before saying,

"During the chase, they opened fire on us. Frisk was distracted for a moment and...got hurt, because of something I said." He said it evenly and looks at her with unflinching eyes.

Mothers body quakes with furry but I move and hug her head as I whisper into her fluffy ears,

"Mother it wasn't his fault! It was theirs. Please don't blame him! It was my fault too! I should have known better than to lose concentration during such an intense moment. Please don't be angry with him! PEASE!"

I whisper furiously in her ear as I hug her tightly. My body shaking with the need to calm her down. Mother usually is known for her even temper, but I feared her fury upon Sans. I didn't want her to hurt him in anger.

Mother seems to pause before she pulls me gently away from her to look me in the eyes. Her expression far cooler now then it was before.

"You...are right...my child. I...should not have lost my temper as I did." She looks back at Sans with a tired expression and opened her mouth, but Sans shook his head. They seem to read one another's expressions and nodded.

A silent agreement of forgiveness.

Father walks up to us and puts his large arms around us, squeezing tightly. His hot breath fans my hair as he grunts, "This is getting out of control my dear. This should not be how things are." He pulls away. A flash of fire in his eyes. " We have worked by their side for years and this is the result? They abuse our people, treating them worse than dirt. We take it to have a chance to live by their sides, as equals. Yet, not only do they abuse their own unconditionally for being with us, they have now they have killed one of us for pleasure? For fun?!" His body quakes in rage and sadness as tears filled his eyes. "This will not stand! I will see justice..."

Mother kisses fathers cheek gently and said, " We will do something about this, my love. However," She looks back at the large group of monsters around us. Some of whom I knew, others I did not recognize. They all stood awkwardly as they watch us. Their emotions a mix of confusion and fear. " I do believe our guests are a bit restless for your BBQ dear." She hints as fathers eyes clear of his rage. He sputters for a moment before huffing out and nodding to her. After kissing us on the forehead he turns to the guests in front of their apartment and says, "My friends! I do apologize for the wait! Please come in and let us have the best meal ever!"

The atmosphere erupted with glad cries as monsters laugh and stampeded good naturedly to the backyard where the festivities were to be held. The only ones who stood back were my parents, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and myself.

Father turns back to the brothers and says, "I want a full report of this tomorrow. As soon as possible. This can not continue." His voice is low and threatening, but we all knew it was not aimed at the brothers. "And my daughter will stay with us for the time being. She will not go back to that horrid apartment they have been keeping her in. Undyne has been checking it for the last few days." He glances at Undyne and she nods.

"That place isn't fit for the pigs let alone the little punk," Undyne says affectionately as she gives me a soft noogy. Mother still holds me tightly and her warmth is appreciated as Undyne continues. "I gave the place a look around myself. Barely anything there and looks like shit. Bad neighbor hood too. A few punks kept wanting to try their hand at me." She gave us a toothy smile and her eye flashes. "They learned quickly enough not to mess with a monster they don't know."

Father nods and fear eats at me for a moment before I had a thought. She would not do anything that would jeopardize the monsters and herself. Especially with her wife worrying about her. I settle down as Papyrus begins to talk.

"I believe we should head inside for a moment. I need to see to Frisks wound before she enters the festivities." He walks closer to mother and with a reluctance that I could feel in her body she gives me over to him and says, "Take care of her. Please, Papyrus. I don't...I...Never mind. I trust your judgment."

She kisses the top of my head before eyeing Papyrus one last time. He nods to her and Mother and Father make their way to the backyard where the others have already started getting a bit crazy.

The brothers and I look after them besides the steaming sports car as they disappear behind the hedges and breathe out a sigh. Then a giggle rose into the air, followed by a snicker. Before we know it we were all laughing out as the last few minutes of the drive before hit us like a sledge hammer.

We are alive.

"Gods bro. You did a number on your car." Sans said as he pointed at the steaming vehicle.

Papyrus sighs and shifts me in his arms. "I know. But it was necessary. I do say I'm quite happy with the performance. The new features I added did a bit better than I thought. I need to talk to father about adding that new boost actuator..." He mumbles as he walks to the front door of my parent's house.

"Wait, what?! Dad had something to do with the speed on that thing?!" Sans yelps in surprise as he follows us to the house. He opens the door for us as Papyrus walks to the living room to sit me on one of the plush sofas there.

"Why yes brother. Father helped with most of the components in that car. Why do you think it looks so good?" He gives Sans a sly look and Sans just rolls his eyes at him.

"Never figured the old man to be a car nut." He grumbles as he sits beside me and turns on the lamp beside the sofa.

Papyrus gives his signature laugh before heady to the bathroom to retrieve the med kit.

Sans fusses with my bandage and I watch his bony hands working diligently as he unraveled the wrapping. After he takes off the make shift bandage I take a good look at the wound. It is ragged and burned and blood still seeps from the flesh. A touch of white glistens from under the muscle.

I feel my stomach heave.

"Woah! Woah! Don't look if you can't stomach it, kid!" Sans says as he notices my green complexion. He gently turns my head away.

"Breath. Just breathe baby. Don't think about it. Papyrus will be back in a moment to make it all better okay." Sans whispers as he pats my arm gently.

I gulp and listen out for Papyruses steps with baited breath.

I didn't have to wait long.

He comes back with a triumphant look on his face and the med kit held aloft in his hand. Sitting next to me he quickly sets it down and takes a look at the damage on my arm. After fussing with the ruined sleeve and cutting off the ruined parts, he uses the med kit to clean the wound of infections before closing his eye sockets to begin his healing spell. The sensation is like an itch. An itch that increases until you're desperate to scratch it. After five minutes of the itchy sensation, he opens his eye sockets and I look down. The skin is completely healed plus a new white scar.

I look at it with narrow, unfeeling eyes, as the idea of another scar on my body just feels like another day at the office.

There it is, another one, wow geez didn't see that one coming.

A sudden light brushing sensation from the top of my head startles me from my thoughts. I look up to see Papyrus's eye sockets stare down at me with gentle understanding.

"No matter how many scars you have Frisk, you will always be you. Don't forget that. You're a strong woman and theses markings prove it. Wear them proudly and let your enemies wallow in their defeat."

I stare at him with wide eyes. His words penetrating my heart in a way that is almost damning.

Sans startled voice penetrates my startled fixation.

"That sounds like something Undyne would say." He sounded shocked and amazed.

Papyrus leans up and blushes down at his brother.

"Nye Hee. Well to tell the truth that's what she said to me one time when I scratched my femur once!"

He chuckles and Sans groans as he throws a pillow at him.

"Take your says out that door and get you a plate of Undyne's spare ribs before someone else gets em." Sans groans and points to the back patio.

Papyrus eyes bug out and he shoots up from the Sofa. His body pulsing with determination.

"The super powerful Ultra Ribs of destruction!" He announces before turning and bolting from the room. We hear the back door open and slam close as he parts the house in a hurry.

Sans chuckles at his brother's quick departure as he shakes his head after him.

"He loves those things. They're hot as hell, but he'll stuff them down thinking they would give him the extra strength Undyne has." He clanks his teeth, " He's so easy to appease."

His words die down as he turns to look at my arm. Touching the newly closed wound his glowing eyes give a soft expression. "But he does a bang up job on healing. Between the two of us, he is the true healer."

Sans eyes suddenly go empty. A forlorn expression crosses his face and he leans his head down to place a ghost kiss on my arm.

"I don't know what I would do without him fixing my mistakes."

I shiver at his words and turn into his arms.

"Sans," I say and wait for him to look me in the eyes with his blank sockets.

"It seems like, between all of us who come to you for help, you're the one who really needs a Therapist." I joke quietly as I kiss him on his head. His emotions thrusting onto me like ocean waves beating on a beach. Constant yet gentle.

"You hold so much under the surface. Joking, laughing, giving sage advice. But who helps you when you're in need of a talk? Advice, or a shoulder to cry on? Do you have anyone Sans?" I ask as I brush his cheek bones carefully with my thumbs. His shoulder shakes and he gives a no with his head. I nod at that and kiss him on his forehead.

"Maybe I could take on some of your burdens. You need to release them, Sans. Some how, in a way, that won't jeopardize you or others. You can't keep theses feelings bottled up or..."

"I know Frisk." He says finally as he leans away from me and places a bony hand on my head.

"I know." He shakes his head again and looks away. "But there are some things that...can't be easily talked about. Some things that need to remain hidden and..."

"Then don't fully talk about them, Sans. Just talk about what you need to get off of your chest." I plead as I kiss his cheek tenderly. My body pressing against his as a wave of cold brushes through me. He chuckles darkly and curles his hands around me tightly and squeezes gently.

"You really are driving in hard." He says as he begins to rock us in the dark of the living room. The sound of the festivities continuing on outside. The smell of the cooking meat fills the rooms with its aroma. The waves of joy and relaxed sensations of the monsters fill me with a level of peace that was awfully needed after the traumatic sensations of emotions from the clinic.

"Hey, Sans?" I begin to ask.

"Yeah?" boney hands brush up and down my arms warmly and I snuggle close and bury myself in his arms.

"Do you and Papyrus have a home away from the clinic? Or is the clinic where you live?"

Sans gives a surprised laugh and he shakes his head against my own.

"No no...kid. We have our own place. You should know. It's right by the..." He pauses and sighs. "I...I'm sorry I should have known better. You...anyway we live fairly close to here. We have a nice apartment a few blocks down. Fith floor. It's kinda small but it's warm and nice." He says as he pulls away to look me in the eyes. His glowing orbs were back, and staring at me with a warmth that I could feel down to my toes.

"I wish to bring you up there sometime. Lay you down," He kisses the side of my neck. " On my bed," He leans us down until we are flush against the soft cushions of the sofa. "Taking your clothes off one by one," Sans pulls down a side of my shirt and kisses my collar bone. Then he drags it further to kiss lower still. "Putting myself inside you slowly so you can feel everything," His whispers draw a hot breath from me as I shiver under his roaming hands. His emotions are hot, like a pick from a fire place. He was thinking naughty things now. It is far better than the condemning emotions he had felt moments prior and I preferred it that way.

Sans thrusts up into my growing and I moan as I open for him just a bit more. He groans in my ear in appreciation as he continues his slow deliberate thrusts. The bulge in his pants rubbing against the soft nub hidden behind my zipper. The naughty sensation of being on my parent's sofa making out with Sans almost sends me over the edge.

"Thrusting into you evenly. Nice and slow." His husky voice makes my nipples tingle as I remember his entrance into my body.

His movements.

His thrusts.

The sexy look in his glowing eyes as he held his hands on my hips, controlling me.

The deep sensation.

I want that again so badly.

Shivering under him I moan at his words and he chuckles darkly into my flesh.

"I can even take you there now if you like. Ditch the party," he frees a breast from my shirt. " And show you how much I want you." He kisses the tip of an aching breast tenderly. His ghost like lips sucking it into his waiting teeth. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. The feel of him commanding me.

I wanted more!

"FRISK!?"

We hurridly jerk up at the sound of my name and within record time we straighten ourselves up before mother appeared at the entrance of the living room. She finds us and takes in our haphazard look. Mother gives Sans a narrowed gaze, but he keeps his expression calm and straight as we wait for her next words. She sighs and says,

"Frisk, your father would like for you to come out and try his latest sauce. He's been working on it for months. And if you both don't come out here, there will be no food to speak of." her last words were a cryptic warning that we both understood very well. We give her a firm nod and she leaves with a tired sigh.

After her departure, we both look at one another and giggle.

Damn it feels so good to be back here agai...

A cold sensation runs up my leg. A familiar sting that I have felt many times before begins to make itself known and I freeze for a moment.

Noticing this Sans looks at me and asks, "Baby? Whats wrong?"

I shiver and glance at him. He didn't need to know. None of them needed to know. With a shaky laugh, I shiver again and grab onto my stomach.

"I think all of the excitement has gotten to me. I think the toilet is calling." groaning to emphasize Sans eye sockets widen and he nods.

"Hee hee. I understand. Well just hurry up so we can try that sauce. I have a feeling this version is a dusie." Sans kisses the top of my head and he stands and begins to leave out of the living room. But then he stops and turns to me again. Concern bright in his luminous eyes.

"Are you sure your okay babe?"

A cold sensation runs through me again. The need to scream at him, beg him, plead with him to save me from my choice runs through my veins. But I could not. It was too dangerous for him, any of them to get involved in this.

"I'm fine. Just a quick bathroom break and I'll be right out." I say with tight lips as I sqweeze my stomach tighter.

Sans nods, his expression tight with uncertainty as he finally leaves out the back doors. Sitting back on the sofa with a sigh I breathe for a few moments. The continuous sting on my leg reminding me what I need to do. Sickness did enter my stomach then. A sickness that came from having to do something against your will. Something that you hatted doing and knew it is going to be unpleasurable.

When the stinging becomes a good pinching pain I shakily stand from the sofa and turn to the front door. Without turning back, I leave my parents apartment and sneak past the hedge where the monsters party and enjoyed my father's BBQ. Sadness wells in my heart as I never got a chance to go out and mingle with any of them. I never got a chance to taste my father's food, or Unyne's.

But the stinging is a warning, and it is getting worse now.

I find myself lopping along the dark monster streets to the gate, left wide open as always as an invitation. The single monster patroller, who I knew well, looks sadly at me past the heads of several humans dressed in black who stood there waiting for me. Their dark cars almost invisible in the night.

I want to stop.

I want to go back to my family, my friends.

But my body continues forward. Toward the men I hate. To the man who smiles smirkingly at me, his eyes covered in dark glasses even though night had already covered the world. His short cropped blond hair shining under the light of the street lamp over head like an evil halo.

Stopping before him I stood rigidly as he slowly straightens from his car and walks over to me. His body full of confidence as he takes his hand and reaches out... to slap me hard on the face.

Tears welling in my eyes from the sting as I look at him with fury as he says dryly.

"You never learn, do you monster girl?"

(And there we have it! Chapter 10 done and done! I'm so sorry this took so long to come out. A full month and nothing. I know I was in the hospital for much of that time, but the entire time I was agonizing about not getting this chapter out to you. It is a fun chapter with an interesting ending and I could not write it! Ahhh! Anyway, here you guys are! Finally! I hope you enjoy this chapter and wait patiently as I write the next one.

I would like to also like to thank all the ones who commented back to me after my messages telling me to get better. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being so understanding. Thank you. Thank you all so much! Until next time my dears!)