A Monster To Love

Chapter 4: Weakness

Frisk's face was one captured in pure anger and resentment.

Of course, she wasn't really feeling that way, but she wasn't about to let him feel victorious.

"I want to go back to class, asshole," she growled at him.

He scoffed.

"Bullshit, we both know you hate that class."

He brought his face in closer to her's.

"What's really up with you, dollface?"

Her angry frown grew.

"I'm not fucking telling you since you still ain't saying why the fuck you got us in that accident." She shoved him off of her.  "I'm going back inside."

He pointed to the ground where she walked off, and glowing red bones shot up from the ground, stopping her right in her tracks as they just cut right off next to her nose.

She gasped, startled by the bones, but they kept surrounding her.  It trapped her in a circle of the bones, and she whipped her head around to see Sans with an upset look on his face.

"You really think you could use that excuse and get away, dollface?" He asked her in amusement, tutting his teeth.  "Naïve, ain't ya?"

She clenched her fists.

"Now, dollface, tell me why you're so mad at me." He smirked at her, walking up to the bones that held her on the patch of ground.

Don't show him fear.

"Fuck you." She spat.

His eyes darkened.

"Try again, dollface."

She smirked unapologetically.

"Fuck you, asshole."

He rolled his eyes.

"You're a devil, y'know?" He spoke with amusement, like it was a game.

"Your devil, sure. To others, I'm nothin' more than a day-dream that they drool over." She reminded him that everyone else still got to see her in what she wore, knowing that he wanted to shove spiked bones straight through their throats for getting the same entertainment that he received.

The amusement flickering in his lights faded, and was replaced by heating jealousy and anger.

A smirk fell on his mouth as he realized something.

"But you aren't their's," he teased, drawing closer as the bones surrounding her let him in to the circle before closing up again. They closed in tighter, making sure there wasn't much space separating the two. "You're mine, dollface."

Frisk felt her lids become less stern and her gaze grow seductive.

Pathetic! Don't let him win!

"Stop reminding me, won't you?" She rolled her eyes, desperately trying to hide the obvious feeling in her heart that made it flutter and gleam.

Your fears are showing! Stop letting him see them!

Sans smirked wider as he saw the clear desire for him glowing in her irises.

He slowly approached her, a steady pace, and nearly let out a chuckle as he saw fear flash through her eyes.

Hide it, idiot!  He'll eat you up if he knows he intimidates you!  He'll always have the upper hand if he knows that you want him right now!

She clenched her teeth together, giving off her best look of pure anger and repulsion.  She turned her body away from him and folded her arms together, then let out a huff.