Sure enough, as dawn approached, Frisk made her way home with heavy steps. Her eyes were puffy and red, with dark purple circles tarnishing her otherwise peachy skin. She met eyes with Papyrus, anxiously watching from outside the window. She felt a twanging pain, she clutched her arms, giving a pained glance to Papyrus as she walked past the house. She wasn't fully ready to return home, she realized as she felt her heart race and pound against her ribs, and her empty stomach twisting wildly with nausea at the thought of returning. Her breath quickened, as did her pace. She didn't want to face the consequences of returning noticeably distressed and then as a result being questioned as to where she had been.
In the distance, she heard her name being called. Papyrus caught up to her, and looked her up and down with dejected eyes, "Frisk! Please, come home! I've prepared spaghetti for us both- And! And- If you're upset, Frisk, please. I care about you." Her heart dropped. Regret filled her, seeing Papyrus plead for her to come back with him. She gave him a tight-lipped forced smile, with mascara-smudged, heavy, eyes, "I'll come, I'm sorry."
Papyrus' face lit up with relief, as sighed softly. He abruptly hugged her, she weakly lifted her arms around him. They began to walk back to the small apartment, when Papyrus began his questions, "Where did you go?" Her shoulders slumped, "No where important, don't worry. Just needed to.. Think." He paused, "Think about what?" He naively asked, much to her dismay, she sighed. "It's nothing, I'm okay."
Papyrus knew this wasn't the entire truth, but instead of investigating further, he gripped her hand, entering the apartment.
Frisk looked to Papyrus before retiring to her room after a sleepless night, "Sorry." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, letting go of his hand. She felt abhorrent that she had worried him, however, foolhardy as she was, she did not foresee he'd become this distressed.
She retired to her bedroom, the door already ajar. Her heart palpitated violently, as though her ribs could bruise and crack. She breathed solemnly, and opened the door. Almost ignoring Sans, she dropped herself onto the bed. Her deep brown eyes glaring at the white-wash ceiling without blinking.
Then she felt his eyes on her, as if burning her skin.
"Rough night, huh kiddo?"
Her stomach twisted, and cramped violently. She could feel vomit lurching up her thin neck, adorned with old, yellowed bruises. She didn't answer him. He walked up to her slowly, towering above her, his wide eyes boring into her. She rose, as if he had verbally commanded her. He gave a small sigh, sitting beside her. "Knew I shouldn'a left. You had Papyrus worried sick. Say, what had you kicking off so abruptly, kiddo? Paps said you seemed upset or somethin'.."
She crossed her legs shyly, looking down, before muttering quietly, "Nothing.. Sans.. I'm sorry, I'm just.." She felt her throat almost closing over, she choked back the grief she accumulated from suppressing her honesty. She gulped, a mixed scent of vodka and vomit lingering in her mouth, she rested her head in her palms.
Sans put a hand on her shoulder, "There's somethin' wrong. There's alcoholism, which you think everyone's used to by now, and then there's this. What in the hell are you suffering from?"
"..W-What?" She was in shock, this was the first time he had spoken to her like this. She scratched the nape of her neck, as her eyes poured hot tears. Her breath hitched. "Sans, I'm sorry"
"You sure say that a lot, Frisk. I'm not saying this in badness.. I care. Please, Frisk.." He spoke sadly, seeing her gripping the strands of her hair in an attempt to comfort herself.
She fell silent, her breath was quiet and steady, she was still. She abruptly rose, shaking, "I'm getting the fuck out of here." She rushed to the pile where her clothes were flung.
Sans sat with an indignant expression which soon turned to a tight-lipped half-grin. Whilst she was madly rummaging through her belongings he stopped her, he pushed her to the wall.
"Frisk. You're not leaving. Not when you're like this, and not when I'm the only one looking out for you."
Then, she broke. She collapsed in his arms, he smirked. He'd got what he wanted. "Besides, what would I be to you if I let a pretty lil' kid like you out all alone again?"
Her pupils dilated, her chest rose and collapsed rapidly, mirroring her breathing. Her face was flushed with a bright red, his eyes burning deep into her. Weakly, she nodded. His arms still around her, and her back to the wall. "That's more like it." His voice was low, he let his cold hand caress her warm cheek.
They kissed. In a frenzy, she let her hands run all over him. She wrapped her arms around his head, pushing him into her. His hand slipped up her skirt, she shuddered. He slipped himself into her, in a quick, but painless manner.
She moaned, resting her head on his shoulder as she did so. Exasperated, she suddenly stopped, and pushed him away a little.
"No, no, no. This is.. This is my problem Sans." She felt her head twist with regret after the words left her mouth as she panted, he looked confused.
"I love you. But I can't have you," suddenly, her words were tumbling out in a cesspool of passion, "Sans, I've never.. met.. Anyone like you, this.. I can't do this. Love isn't supposed to do this, when I'm with you.. I.." She froze.
His eyes were ice cold.
Suddenly, he pulled her closer, kissing her again, comforting her by stroking her hair, "Do you even know what you do to me, kid? You're makin' me crazy now.. And that's exactly what love is supposed to do."