Chapter Six: Revenge
Frisk woke up, and tried to stretch.
Keyword is 'tried'.
Frisk fell off the couch immediately once she woke up, hitting her nose hard on the floor.
"Son of a…" Frisk murmured.
She touched her nose, and found it to still be shaped properly, but it was bleeding.
Frisk stood up, holding a hand to her bleeding nose.
She heard footsteps descend a staircase.
"Hey Kitten. Sorry for bein' nose-y, but what's up? He asked, chuckled.
Frisk turned towards him, still holding one hand to her nose.
"I fell off the couch…" she muttered, embarrassed.
Sans tried to hold back a laugh, but failed, laughing loudly.
Frisk wiped the blood away with her sleeve.
She suddenly had an idea, and a mischievous smile spread across her face.
Frisk waltzed over to Sans.
She placed a hand on Sans' chest.
"Hey Sans~" Frisk said in the most seductive voice she could, "Kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute… Wanna work out?"
Sans' entire face turned red.
Frisk doubled over in laughter.
"Oh my God I can't believe that worked- I am fucking weak," Frisk wheezed.
Frisk walked up the stairs, and pounded on the door to Papyrus' room.
"Oh my God, Papyrus, come out here!" Frisk shouted, still laughing.
Papyrus opened the door, a scowl on his face.
"What?!" he barked.
Frisk pointed at Sans, whom's face was still entirely red.
Papyrus tried not to laugh, but he gave in, and ran down the stairs.
He started laughing at Sans, as did Frisk.
"Son of a bitch…" Sans murmured.
Frisk walked down the stairs, and stood next to Sans.
She pulled out her phone, which Toriel gave her so that she could call her constantly, and took a picture.
"Priceless," she said, wiping a tear out of her eye.
"Frisk, I'm gonna kill you…" Sans growled.
Papyrus stood up straight, and chuckled once more.
"Human, I think this has been the best thing you've done in the short time I've known you," Papyrus said, walking back upstairs, "Keep it up."
He opened the door, and went into his room, closing the door behind himself.
Sans glared daggers at Frisk, who just smiled innocently.
Suddenly, Frisk flew up into the air.
A red glow surrounded her body.
She was launched out the window, breaking it in the process.
Her HP drained 5 points, leaving her at 15/20.
Frisk landed hard in the snow, grunting as she hit the ground.
She glowered at Sans, who stood at the window, smiling.
Frisk smirked.
She stood up, stretching.
"Gonna have to try harder than that," she teased.
"F-Frisk?" she heard someone say.
Frisk turned around, and saw Flowey trembling in the snow.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Frisk knelt down next to Flowey, patting him on his… top petals.
"I'm alright. Have you been safe?" she inquired, wiping a small bit of blood from her lip.
"I've been better… People still tried to hurt me, so I hid in the dog house you showed me," Flowey answered.
Frisk smiled at Flowey.
"You get used to it," she assured him.
Flowey smiled slightly.
"I gotta go now… I have a gift I wanna give you later," he told her.
Frisk excitedly grinned.
Flowey disappeared underground, and out of sight.
Frisk heard snow crunching behind herself, and stood up quickly, turning around.
Sans was there, frowning.
"I still don't get why you keep that pest around…" he said.
Frisk glared at him.
Sans shrugged, and then smiled widely, looking at Frisk.
She touched her face, and found that her lip was still bleeding.
Sans reached out, and touched the blood.
Frisk's face turned entirely red as Sans licked the blood off his finger.
"Sociopath…" she muttered, crossing her arms and turning away from Sans.
Frisk was doing everything in her power not to slap Sans.
She felt Sans touch her shoulders, and get close to her ear.
"That's revenge, Kitten," he whispered, before chuckling.
Frisk sprinted away, and into the house, slamming the door behind herself.
Outside, she heard Sans laugh loudly.
Frisk's face was entirely red, and she was breathing heavily.
"What the fuck…" she murmured.