Sans x Frisk Stockholm Syndrome Sans The Trafficker Love Story

The Struggle: TWO Tragic Backstories, AND, The Meeting

Sans was like any other poor, struggling man (skeleton), and every poor man needs to make do with living somehow, underground or on the surface, right? He had fallen into the life of trafficking, trafficking anyone he could for the right price. He never particularly felt bad for his victims, in all honesty, he was cold, heartless... maybe even ruthless. He just did what needed to be done for some cash, 'what's wrong with that? I'm just tryna live, pal'

But, of course, that would all change one day.

Frisk was any other ordinary girl, oh well sorta... no, not really. She was different from all the other girls. She wasn't popular at school... her parents hated her, she was a tomboy.. she, she was depressed.. but... she was different, but she was beautiful and wicked smart..! Her radiant smile could light up any room, she was like a glowing star in the night sky.. lighting up peoples lives..! And that same gorgeous smile would be the thing to save her very life!

...

Frisk saw this giant.. what, pothole..? one day. She was standing over it, just staring at the bottomless pit, thinking.. remembering.

'school... school was terrible today.. i got bullied so much.. and home, at home.. i got beat senseless..' she thought to herself, looking down 'no one would care.. no one notice if i just..'

She jumped.

Falling down.. falling.. oof!

The fall was surprisingly not that hard... it didn't even hurt! 'Wait.. why am i still alive? i..i should be dead! Am i... just stuck here?!' she thought to herself. 'Dark.. there was a light glow of light.. and some flower creature..? he said his name was 'Flowey'.. Huh?! Some skeleton guy just stomped on it.. woah he's HOT!!!!! Wait- wha..? Ow!! why is he grabbing- yanking me so hard!? who is he?!?'

...

'Heard there's another victim around... heh, getting the little brat should be easy' sans thought to himself. And when he finally saw the person-'Its just some girl...?' Her radiant youthful body was alluring, his eyes darkened and traveled down at the sight as if she was a piece of fresh meat.

"yer comin with me, yer gonna make a hefty price that's for sure.." he said to the girl, yanking her along. "uhm..? what.? who are you--" she asked, only to be cut off "keep yer trap shut, little mouse" he said, oh, shit- he let that last comment slip out.

After all the walking, him yanking the scared girl, they arrived to his home, only for the girl to be shoved down the stairs in his basement, scraping her bewitching kneecaps "ouch! where-?"

"stay here, keep quiet. ill find a buyer for ya" he said, slamming the door and locking it.

now on the couch, looking at his list of clients, thinking to himself 'she'll make a hefty price.. she's so pretty... why is she so pretty..? no! don't think like that, she's just for business!' he groaned, his hands now in his hair that was made of vertebrae. 'just find a client..get someone to buy her... why is she so beautiful???! she seems so pure...and exquisite, like a piece of porcelain fine china.. ugh, i guess i should go check on her.. give her some food...'

he grabbed some food and walked back into the basement, only to see the girl trying to slice her neck with a piece of broken glass

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!!!!??!?!" He yelled out, leaping towards her, snatching the glass out of her hand and slapping her harshly "YOU IDIOT! ARE YOU STUPID?? YOUR PRETTY NECK WOULDVE GOTTEN RUINED!" he yelled "tch.. what a waste."

she didn't react to any of it, emotionless, cold and then a flicker of surprise flashed through her eyes.. "pretty..?" she muttered

"YES-- no! wait, no! shut the hell up! whats wrong with ya?? now im gonna have to watch ya from now on.."

to be continued