Chapter 21:

Mail Nightmare

Waring: There are depictions of rape in this chapter.

The walk to the apartment was never pleasant, even in the day time. Patrons would do cat calls and mumble about me like they knew me. I normally could ignore them and continue on, but some days they would get to me. I'd pick up my pace or duck my head further down to my chest, hoping the world would just disappear.

One day in particular, I got off my shift early and headed home. It was mid-afternoon and I didn't expect anyone to be out and about with how the weather had been. As I approached my street I saw the mail truck pull away from the complex's mailboxes that were lined up on the side of the building. I was expecting something so I went there to find out if it had come.

At the boxes was a gentleman who lived two floors above me and had only introduced himself the day I moved in. I didn't really know enough about him to form an opinion on him, let alone pay him mind while getting my mail. I wish I had. He approached me with a smile and offered to walk up with me. I found it strange but agreed anyway to be polite.

As we walked up the stairs I started to note how strangely close he was to me and how he kept glancing at me. I should have taken it as a warning but I was naive. We got to the floor before my own when he stopped me, his hand grabbing around my wrist. His grip locked me in place and he grunted in my ear to be quiet.

I didn't know what was happening, but I knew for once I couldn't talk my way out of this fight. I tried to scream for help, and twist away, but he pushed me forward and I hit the concrete stairs. After that I just closed my eyes and waited for it to end. It was painful, embarrassing, and terrifying.

When he finished he left me there and walked the rest of the way up to his apartment three floors above. I remember him whistling as though the day was going wonderfully. I just felt sick. I didn't go up the rest of the stairs to my apartment; instead I went back down to the payphone in the lobby. I dialed one of the two numbers I knew from memory, nine-one-one.

The emergency number I was reminded out countlessly in the last few years actually came in use for once. They arrived swiftly and took me to a hospital. After I got put through more medical embarrassment, time just sped up and I learned how the law system really worked up on the surface. It was long and frustrating, with little reward. By the time a proper trial for the man happened I had found out I was expecting his child.

Sans had removed his hands from mine by now and had them balled up into fists on the table. His eyes were dark and terrifying. I think I'd only seen him look so menacing once and I didn't think I'd see it again.

My eyes were moist but I held back the tears as I had learned to do. I was tired of crying about the same incident over and over. But, seeing Sans like this, it was a bit harder to hold them back.

"Frisk, I—"

"Don't worry Sans. It's over now. He never even got to see Arial at all. And I'm back here safe and sound." I forced a smile but he only seemed to frown further in response.

With a squeak of his chair he stood and moved around the table to my side, gently taking my hands in his and teleporting us to Grillby's.

"S-Sans?"

"I think we need some real fries, ketchup, and a strong drink," He looked up at me, one eye blue. "And Frisk, if anyone ever hurts you ever again, even to the slightest degree, I will make sure they get what they deserve."