To My Better Half- A Sans X Toriel Fanfiction

Chapter 8- Have Mercy, Even For Those Who Don't Deserve It

~~Author's Note~~
I'm updating again because I'm sick, and have nothing better to do. I hope you enjoy it!

-MadiWritez

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Now back to Sans!

Sans stared at his plate, while everyone else chatted and laughed. He didn't even try to hide his real feelings. Anger, worry, fear... He was too tired to bother. Toriel kept on shooting him nervous glances, and every time he'd wave her off. What happened to Frisk was definitely her business, but he had to tell her later, in a less public area. There were too many curious ears.

She just wouldn't stop staring at him, like if she stared for long enough, the response she wanted from me would just magically appear in front of her. It was really unnerving him. He just couldn't take it.

"I need some air." Sans announced, pushing his chair away from the table.

He could hear all the conversation stop in his wake, as he walked out of the dining room, into the living room, and out the front door. He sat down hard on the edge of the porch, his feet just barely brushing the ground. It was nearly silent. The only sound was the chirping of crickets, and an occasional rustle in the bushes from the woodland creatures.

Sans stared down the driveway, which was barely lit by the last remaining rays of sun. Nothing was there. Of course there wasn't. What had he expected? It wasn't like his day could get much worse.

He quickly realized he had spoken too soon. A dark figure turned from the road, and began walking up the driveway. Sans had seen the figure already, but hadn't taken it as a potential threat. At the time, it had just seemed like an innocent human, out minding their own business. Apparently not.

As the human grew closer, Sans was able to see a few more details. He was a male. Tall, muscular, but hunched over, and messy. Somewhere around sixteen. Maybe fifteen. Long blond hair. Dark, disturbing eyes. There was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and a cocky smirk across his features.

Sans jumped down off the porch, and began walking to meet the strange man.

"Hey." The teenager's voice was extremely deep. "Is this Frisk's house?"

Sans decided to play along. He grinned, and nodded.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I'm her partner on a project."

Sans forced his smile to stay in place, as a few mental puzzle pieces clicked into place. Yeah, right. Frisk had to be at least three years younger than this moron. Also...

"Are you, by any chance, Sam?" He asked, trying to sound as relaxed and chilled out as possible.

The tall boy laughed darkly, and muttered, "So you know me, huh? Why is that? Have we met?"

"Nope. But I've heard a hell of a lot about you." Sans grabbed the teen's soul, and forced him onto his knees. "You have a lot of nerve coming here after what you did to them."

Sans gave Sam a calm smile, and took a few steps forward, so he was right in front of the boy. He then kneed him in the crotch. Sam doubled over, and had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound.

Sam looked up at Sans, and grinned through the pain. "Who are you even supposed to be to Frisk, you crazy son of a bitch?"

"I'm their dad."

Sam looked confused for a second, and then that confusion turned into anger.

"You're just a monster!" He growled, fighting against the control Sans had over him. "Monsters deserve to be burning in hell!"