Just One Night

Prejudice

The following days were extremely difficult for the newlyweds. Pranks, letters, and even threats were cast their way. It was starting to take a toll on Frisk's mental health, after all, she worried about the safety of her child at every turn. The governors were the first to speak out about her newfound marriage, since many of them had an issue with the monsters to begin with. The media was in an uproar, thinking that Sans had somehow put the former human into a spell. It caused many new restrictions and limitations on monsters, for the humans feared that monsters would cast their magic and draw them into slavery or harems.

The amount of stupidity the humans pressed upon her made her want to scream and shout, but she knew that wouldn't get them anywhere. So she acted like the prim and proper lady that her parents raised her to be. She answered all the questions and allegations thrown at them. Most of them were so absurd that she had to bite her tongue, even drawing blood at times. Stupid questions like: were you forced, did they use their magic on you, will all humans turn into a monster like you, and many more were constantly asked despite her assurances otherwise.

Sans had been busy with his investigation as of late, although he was always walking her to and from work. Everyone steered clear of them when he was with her, and it did make her suspicious, but she wouldn't question it since she didn't have to worry for her or her baby when he was around. Chara was still with their mom and dad trying to get everything settled with the monsters as they were in the process of officially adopting the human. Until the adoption process was official, Sans had taken it upon himself to escort his wife to and from work.

But today was different. It was already half past six and Sans still hadn't shown up. She grew worried for her husband, but also worried for herself. She tugged at the hem of her trench-coat absently, her mind racing with fear. Taking a seat at her desk, she fiddled with a few items on the tabletop in waiting. After another half hour with no sign of Sans, she packed up her things and walked down into the main lobby. Left with no other choice, she left the office and down the street when it began to drizzle a little. Cursing her luck, she pulled the trench-coat tighter around her form and set out into a light run back to her apartment. She paid no attention to the people coming and going down the bustling street, only trying to get to her destination as fast as possible.

It was only when rounding a corner and slamming into a hard chest that she finally took the time to analyze her surroundings. The man looked down at the young woman rubbing her nose in quiet pain with non too subtle distaste, "Oh, I'm terrrrrrrribly sorry, Mrs. Monster Breeder. Couldn't quite tell you from the filthy sidewalk." The fakeness in his apology already set her into a panicked state.

Frisk only stiffened and muttered a quiet apology before moving to pass the man. Before she could even begin to walk away, a strong gripping hand halted her movements.

"What's the rush, darlin'?" He grinned down at her slightly shaking form.

"I-I have business to a-attend to. Now if you would please.." she quietly said while tugging her arm a bit forcefully. It only made the man tighten his hold and a large grin spread across his greasy face.

"Aww, come on dollface, why don't we have a bit of fun? After all, I heard you monster lovers were quite good with groups. I can even call my friends and show you a good time.." his hot breath fanned across her face as he bent down to her level. Her hands balled into fists, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, and the fear saturating her features were all lost on the creepy and frightening man as he started dragging her down the street. She struggled against his grip, but it only made him laugh and pull her roughly to his side. Her stomach was in knots, her palms sweaty and her mind frantically calling for help.

But nobody came.