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Chapter 2

Frisks head snapped towards her sister. what was she thinking she'll be killed "just go. I'll be fine having a chat with this gentleman here trust me"

Frisk was torn between going and waiting or staying with her but that look that her sister gave her made her mind up real quick. Frisk quickly got out of there leaving (name) with the skeleton He chuckled and looked at the cigar and then at her. "Don't like smokers, dollface? I understand, it's a nasty habit." His voice was deep and rough, but (name) heard the amusement that laced every word "not that big on them but it's not my right to decide what others do to there bodies" He put the cigar back in his jacket pocket and gave her a little bow. His eyes were shining brightly. Made him look scarier. "Sorry 'bout entering the no-man's land that is the ladies room, but I just wanted to help us solve our little problem we were having back there." (name) frowned, but didn't say anything.

They didn't have a problem. she never did anything to him so there couldn't be a problem. "Ya see, dollface, I noticed you starin' at me." (name) felt a shameful blush come over her face. So that's why he was doing this. He must have been insulted that she had been staring at him. Of course he was mad and wanted to confront her about her rude behavior even if his way of confronting her was downright terrifying. At least he wasn't being violent...yet. (name) didn't know much about him except he was a monster who was sitting with the Don and only people who were like the Don sat with the Don. He couldn't be good news. However, she also knew she couldn't afford to insult him again, so she took a deep breath, and offered her best smile. She hoped with every fiber of her being that she could talk to him calmly to a point where she wouldn't get hurt. "Look mister, I'm really sorry about star-" "Course I was starin' first. And I like what I see." (name) was confused slightly terrified but confused a man, monster or not, interested in her? She looked past him towards the door. He looked big and slow.

Maybe she could run past him...maybe.... The massive monster gestured towards his rich clothes and it was then that (name) noticed the many rings that decorated his boney fingers. They were all gold, just like his tooth and sparkled unpleasantly. So he was this kind of guy. "So tell me dollface, do you like what you see?" The question was not something Kailyn had been expecting and instantly her mind gave her every reason why she didn't like what she saw. He was clearly some kind of big-shot criminal who had no problem hanging out with murderers. He flaunted his wealth. He smelled like gun smoke and blood and not only that but he had the gall to enter a ladies room with no respect for the women that could have been in there. So when (name) opened her mouth, only one word left her lips. And she didn't even mean to say it. She really didn't mean to. She wasn't stupid, but it slipped out

"No"

The red lights of his eyes went out and the next thing she knew, huge boney hands were gripping her shoulders tightly and she found herself slammed up against the wall. (name) heard the band's first song end through the bathroom door and the applause that followed was deafening compared to the audience's reaction when she sang for them. She really couldn't say she was jealous though. She heard the men in the band were breathtakingly talented and their handsome looks didn't hurt either with the female fans. Plus when it all came down to it, (name) knew they deserved more love than she did when it came to applause. They clearly still had passion for their musical gift. (name) despised her inability to sing in front of others, so it was only right that the people who loved what they did should reap the rewards. As the audience quieted down, waiting impatiently for the jazz band's next song to begin, it would have been at this very moment that (name) could have screamed for help and the chances of somebody hearing her would have been good. However, the wind and screams were knocked out of her as the huge skeleton slammed her against the wall. But the brief pain and shortness of breath weren't the only things that she felt. Beyond the skeleton monster's strong and merciless grip pinning her to the wall, (name) felt something else on her body as well. Something heavy and unpleasant that had centered itself on her chest, like some kind of an invisible weight. For a moment Frisk thought he had terrified her so badly that she was having a heart attack. But just as quickly as that thought entered her mind, she dismissed it. Yes her heart was beating a mile a second and yes the fear was clouding her thoughts, but aren't heart attacks supposed to be painful? Whatever was happening to her chest was uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful. It was unusual, but didn't feel life-threatening. The skeleton on the other hand felt quite life-threatening. She looked up at his face and gasped in shock. His eye sockets were still pitch black, but there was a faint red smoke coming from his left socket. It reminded her of the red smoke his cigars produced that curled into designs that almost looked like skullish patterns before they evaporated. But that could have been just her imagination, mixed with the bad lighting of the nightclub.