A Monster To Love

Chapter 5: Nightmares and Sweet Dreams

Sans waited for Frisk to calm down as he held her in his arms, her sobs echoing through the night. They were stood outside his house, and she clung onto his tux, still upset and broken about Axel.

"I- I- I'm," she hiccuped, unable to speak through her endless tears. "I'm s-s-sorry, Sans." Sans hushed her by stroking her head.

"Why are you sorry? It wasn't your fault the fucker did that." Sans soothed her. "Don't blame yourself, kid. You were the victim." He ran his bony fingers through her hair as she cried into him, once again, over pain Axel had caused.

Sans ran a finger down the side of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," Sans cooed. "Don't ever feel sorry, or like anything was your fault. You just keep cryin'." So Frisk did.

She cried

and cried

and cried

and cried.

"I h-h-hate this f-feeling." Frisk wailed into his chest. "C-Can you drop me o-off at my house in a s-second?" Sans smiled empathetically with a nod.

"Of course, kid. Take as long as you want."

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Axel walked towards Frisk with a face looking like that of a rodent's. He rushed up to her quickly, and though Frisk tried to run from him, she found herself caught by his disgustingly slimy and clawing hands.

She tried to escape, to look for Sans, but was left alone with this revolting pervert. People were crowded around them, at least 500. They were laughing at her, egging Axel on. Frisk felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks as Axel yanked her face over to his and aggressively laid kisses down her neck.

She was sobbing uncontrollably as his hands were roughly grabbing onto parts of her. She kept trying to get away, but it felt as though she shrunk and had no power.

Her attempts were useless.

He was trying to rape her. He brought his head up to kiss her as she stood there, frozen.

She couldn't call for help.

No one would help her.

She couldn't cry harder to beg for mercy.

He wouldn't give her mercy.

She was stuck

while he did this.

His lips were about to close the distance between them while Frisk struggled...

Frisk woke up.

Her heart was racing, pounding loudly through her ears.

Her eyes were filled with tears. Hot, fat tears that were begging to spill down her cheeks.

Her breath was rugged, and her eyes were wide open out of fear.

The tears in her eyes let loose like waterfalls, and her shoulders shook along with them. She gasped for air through her sobs.

There was one person she wanted to see right now.

Sans.

Frisk checked the time on her phone.

3:02 AM

She sniffled as she got out of bed to put on joggers and the jacket that Sans had left at her place. Frisk ran her hand across her tear stained eyes, new fresh tears still leaking out.  She sniffled.