"It's okay, Frisk..." Sans x frisk ddlg

The accidental confession

San's pov
I sighed, looking at frisk who was obviously in Littlespace. I didn't want to push anything but I would like to find out who hurt her so I can give them a piece of my mind.

"Hey, princess? Can I ask you something? Frisk turned to me "What you need, daddy?" She asked in the cutest voice "Can you tell me the names, addresses, and soul colors of the meanies who hurt you?" I asked. She whimpered "I don't wanna..." She said, holding her plush of me closer.

I was a bit confused "Why won't you tell me?" She whimpered "I tell daddy, daddy mad. Mad means I gets boo boos..." She explained. I was very surprised by this explanation "What do you mean you get boo boos...?" I asked with caution, knowing anything I push can turn into a crying frisk. "Other daddy used to..." This confused me "What do you mean other daddy? Did you have a caregiver before me?" Frisk started to back up "Daddy's mad, isn't he...? Pwease don't yell at me."

I frowned "No, Im not mad. Im just curious." I said "Um, no... Should I have said real daddy? I sowwie!" She said. So 'other daddy' is her real dad. Okay. "Thanks for clarifying, princess! You can if you'd like to!" I said

"Real daddy used to give me boo boos when he got mad. Mama twied to stop him. So did bubba... Or sissy..." She explained "What do you mean or sissy?" I asked "Bubba wanted to be sissy, not bubba." So, she had a trans sister.

"Real daddy used to drink adult juice and it made his mouth smell icky. Mama used to drink it too." And she had an abusive father who drank a lot as well as her mother "Did mama ever give you boo boos?" I asked. She shook her head. "Mama and real daddy no wike sissy, so one day sissy went bye bye on Mount ebott."  She said. So her brother was a fallen human.

"So who's bubba? Or sissy..." She whimpered "You no wike sissy! You get mad when I say sissy name!" She said

She frowned "I won't be mad. And no one gives you boo boos unless they'd like a talk with me." I said "Ch... Chawa!" She said.

Hearing that did make me a little mad. I couldn't believe Frisk was related to... Her... "See? Im not too mad! I still don't like the memories, but I love you." She smiled "Now, How about some cuddles and naptime?" Frisk nodded and ran to her room, me following soon after.

We curled up on her bed and ran my fingers through her hair. "Hey, maybe if you're good we can go online shopping for some little gear." The small squeal I got was enough to make me happy "Now go to sleep, my little butts pie." She blushed lightly at the nickname and hid her face in her plush. I chuckled and we both slept. Maybe those brats don't matter as long as frisk is happy.