Forgiveness

When It Rains, It Pours

(A/N: Hey, this part does contain rape. It isn't very graphic at all, but still. If it makes you uncomfortable, then just skip past this chapter. Everything will still make sense.)
Frisk's POV:
Opening my mouth, I said the first thing that came to my sleepy mind, "Did you turn off the stove?"
Sans stared at me, searching my face, "What? Is this a set up to a joke, buddy?"
I stopped and realized what timeline I was in, before my eyes widened, "I-I um... yeah, but I meant to say fridge. And ask if it was uh, still running?" Mentally, I was slamming my head against the table, only partially for possibly messing up my plan, but mostly for embarrassing myself in front of him.
"Heh. Are you that sleepy?" I heard him say, as I rested my face in my palms and leaned onto the table.
"Why are you here?" I questioned, trying to pull my head out of my own ass.
"I could ask you the same. Falling asleep in a diner full of monsters who, if they knew you were human, would kill you in an instant?" I looked up and jumped at the black eye sockets that were only made creepier by the same smile the skeleton was wearing before. "You know something. This isn't your first run of this timeline, is it?"
My mouth opened and closed several times, as if I was trying to mock Undyne. 'What? No. No no no. He can't know. How did he figure it out? That fast?'
Right when I was about to supply some kind of clueless response, I felt a suddenly warm presence on my left. Looking at Grillby, I watched him set down a plate of fries for me and a burger for Sans. "Here are your orders," a soft, crackling voice hummed out.
I stood and took out 20 pieces of gold, before slamming it on the table, "I'll cover the bill. Thanks for lunch."
Glancing at Sans showed me that the whites in his eyes had reappeared to keep up face with his favorite restaurant owner. I turned and left the warmth, stumbling back into Snowdin's freezing environment. I need to go battle Papyrus and get the fuck out of here. I can't stay around Sans if he knows. Even if he doesn't know which me is me, he'll find out soon.
Walking past the brothers' house brought tears to my eyes, as I sighed shakily, and turned away. I can't let myself be persuaded into just taking the easy way out. All of these monsters, they all deserve to be saved. A sudden thought arose in my mind. If I just surrendered to Papyrus, it would be over! They could all be happy. Sans could duck whoever he wanted without me getting in his way. I winced at that last thought, before sighing out, and staring into the cloud I had created.
I continued, before hearing steps behind me, causing me to feel suspicious, but I decided it was probably just someone who was going good the same way. I casually glanced back and saw the Nacarat Jester behind me, swaying gently in his steps. His smile widened when he saw me looking and I kindly smiled back. I I turned back around, however, I felt a chill go up my spine. Was he... walking faster? Shaking my head, I decided I was just shaky from the incident with Sans.
I decided to go on into the shed Papyrus built for when he would defeat me. Smiling, I looked around and felt myself already calm down slowly. That changed, when I heard the door open and close again. Looking around, I saw the Jester lock the door, before walking towards me.
"H-Hey, Jest. What's up?" I remember running past him when I got out of Grillby's. Maybe he was just here to ask me how I was doing? His smile grew again, as he took more steps towards me, causing me to back up slowly.
"You know, it's really hard. Pretending you're happy all the time. I wonder how those skeletons do it. They seem fond of you, and you just got here. Maybe you're the secret. Maybe I just have to take your happiness away," the words sounded sad; hurt, almost. I wondered what he was talking about.
"I-I don't. Take my happiness? Like my soul?" I didn't know what he wanted, but as long as I kept him talking, he wasn't hurting me.
"No, no, no. Not your soul. I don't want that old thing. You can give that to King Asgore after I'm done with you. You see, I want something... physical from you." His eyes seemed to widen a bit, as I saw small, red dots glow from the darkness. It reminded me of Sans, who I was seriously regretting leaving.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice betraying my fear, as it quivered. I knew exactly what he was going to do. I wasn't stupid or naive. I just... never thought this would be happening to me.
In what felt like a flash, I was thrown against the back wall, the Jester pressing against me. "I think you know. You know, I saw a little yellow flower the other day. We sat and talked for hours. He told me the secret to finally being happy. To take it from YOU."
I pushed hard against him, struggling to break free, "No! Get the fuck off me, you sick bastard!"
I was slammed hard into the wall again, feeling my head hit the wood and my vision black out for a second. I let out a sob, still pushing and struggling against the impressively strong monster.
"Just hold still. It will go faster if you stop fighting. Just stop," he whispered, as I started to stop struggling. Who would even come to my rescue? A human, who is associated with the ultimate evil who locked all monster kind underground for centuries? Who took them away from their rightful home? Sure, I didn't personally do it, but that doesn't mean I didn't let Chara kill each and every one of these monsters.
I felt him pull down the clothing I had, his breathing becoming ragged, ad I continued sobbing. "Please. Please let me go. I'm so sorry, please." I tried to reset, but I couldn't focus with all the fear pumping through me.
"Let me kill him for you, Partner," I heard Chara whisper in the back of my mind, right before I felt something plunge hard and fast into me.
Subconsciously, I started reaching for Chara, wanting them to take control. Wanting them to do whatever it took to get the Jester off of me. I was almost there, almost shaking their hand, when I was suddenly released and a loud crack was heard behind me. I immediately retracted from Chara, causing them to become angry and scream, throwing a fit. But I didn't care.
I could hear the sound of something plunging into flesh, a sickening crack, and then the all-too-familar whoosh of a monster turning to dust. A hand touched me and I screamed, pulling away. It grabbed me firmly, in a secure hold, before pulling up my shorts and picking me up.
"BROTHER? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE HUMAN? WHAT HAPPENED? WHY IS THERE DUST HERE? DID SOMEONE GET HURT?" Papyrus' worried voice rang out from the other side of the shed. He sounded more panicked as he went on with his questions, and I could just imagine him wringing his gloved hands the way he always did when. He got nervous.
I felt and heard Sans' voice echo in the wooden structure, "The human got hurt very badly by a very bad monster, Paps. I had to make that monster stop, and that was the only way. We need to get her to safety."
I whimpered a muffled "Thank you," that I wasn't sure was heard at first, until I felt the arm around me hold me a little longer.
"Don't thank me. I wasn't able to save you. This time or the last."
I continued crying, yawning between the small sobs, as my shaky, tired mind thought over the words. What did he mean the last time? The jester has never done that before. Or did he... did he mean the snowstorm? No. He couldn't have known. There's no way. I shut my eyes tightly and decided to fall asleep, not wanting to think about anything anymore.