Tough Love | Human Fell Sans x Frisk

Why?

"Pit of Vipers", by Simon Curtis

Frisk's P.O.V

What? Why is this my punishment? So what, I'm taped in a chair? I'm honestly happy that this is my punishment, it could be way worse. Sans walked back in, a smirk on his face. He pulled up a chair, sitting there and just...watching me. He was a definate pedophile. His smirk never left, and after a while, I began to feel uncomfortable and started to squirm. He grinned happily. "What?" I spat, but he only chuckled, and dragged a finger from my jawling to my collar bone. "What the heck? Why is this my punishment?!" "Oh, so you're THAT type of person. I like it." " I didn't mean it that way!" He chuckled more, and that turned to a full on laugh. He leaned forward and "accidentally" grabbed my thigh. I pushed the chair back and gave him a disgusted look. "Oops." He said innocently and shrugged. He walked off again, and I started to think. Why did I have to end up here? Why can't I just stop suffering? A tear went down my face, and Sans headed back in. I couldn't wipe it because of the tape, so I just faced a way from him. "Hey, Dollface." I cringed at the nickname. It made me feel weak. He gripped my chin and made me face him. His smile went away, only to be returned with a cruel smirk. "Why so upset?" He sat down in front of me, impersonating a therapist. I struggled to breath from the tears that were escaping my face. "I hate you." I whispered, more to myself, but it was aimed towards him. "Hm? I didn't quite catch that." That only made my crying go from quiet, to a bit louder. "Aw, did Daddy not get you a teddy bear?" My cries went to hysterical sobs as he taunted me more. "Mmm, you're so cute when you cry." "Shut up!" I screamed, voice shaky. "Now now, it's not nice to yell, Shh." I spat at him. "Ah, seems the naughty chair wasn't good enough. Do you want another punishment?" I hated this. His taunting. His teasing. I stayed silent until he spoke again, "Did Mommy have a little too much to drink maybe? Or did Daddy make weird noises in the car?" "SHUT UP!!" I screamed, louder than I ever have. My mother drank a bunch, and once, when she was driving my dad home from the hospital, because he broke his arm, she got into a crash, killing her. After that, my father was still very loving, but I'd hear moans from his room, and he'd come in with a new woman all the time. He drank a little, right after my mom died, but quit when he woke up to see my in a corner, crying. He was always loyal to me, and tried to make me happy, and I loved him, but he wasn't really ever home when he wasn't will a woman. He'd usually be on dates to try and get into a healthy relationship, to give me a mother, but that never worked. I got teased in school about my mom, but I didn't really get bullied a bunch. But it was weird that I was home alone alot. Sans saying things about my family ticked me off. I didn't really love my mother that much, but I still missed her. She drank because she didn't have the best childhood. Sans smirked again, but it quickly vanished as he saw that I was dead serious, and about to rip this tape off and kill him. He walked away, AGAIN, and left me there, where I screamed again and again from anger, and memories. Why was this happening?!

Short and sweet. I need ideas, people! I guess, bye.