Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 21

Trigger warning: mentions of death, loss, homophobia and abuse.

Sans walked quickly threw the school. There was a sense of urgency and discomfort all around him.
Papyrus couldn't have been serious could he? His father wouldn't really sink this low.
"she's going to get herself killed" still echoed in his mind.
And what Papyrus had told him next was even worse.
His father couldn't, he just couldn't. Papyrus was bluffing.

He neared the sight of the office door. He had already been in here once today. He couldn't believe that he was about to do this.
"Tori... " he directed at the security who was currently updating Facebook. She looked up at him.
"I need to see my Dad-right now" he said sternly.
Torial stared confused at the young monster. He had already seen his father today and normaly wouldn't ever want to see him if he could avoid it. But here he was looking very stressed and asking to see his father.
She would have asked why but she knew that sans wouldn't tell her if she did.
Sighing, she pressed the microphone on the desk. "Doctor Gaster... Sans is here to see you, he says it's very important".
There was no response, not for a long time.
"Mrs dreamer please tell my son to come back later" the microphone crackled.
Sans walked over to the desk and pressed the button himself.
"Father" he said to it "I need to see you now. I'm just gonna stand here".
It didn't take long for Gaster to reply this time. His voice hinted extreme irritation
"very well".
Sans gave a quick glance to Toriel and walked over to the office door. He opened it and slipped inside.

Gaster was standing over by the book case. He had is back to sans and seemed to be re-adjusting the book case.
"Father?"
Gaster turned around quickly. He looked quite displeased. "This had better be good Sans I was quite busy-

-are you going to kill Frisk?"
For a moment Wingdings seemed stunded at the fact that Sans had intrupted him. But soon that faded as what Sans said sunk in.
His face contorted into a thin smile.
"oh you heard about it did you?"
Sans stared at his dad's face in bewilderment. His father had sadistic happiness plasted across it.

Was this still the monster he had once looked up to? Or just the one he feared?

"Well..." Gaster said "she may not die... she may just be unfortunately injured behond all reason".
"Father... You can't do this"
"why not? She is consenting to it completely"
Wingdings pulled out a contract from under his robes "all signed... If she gets hurt or killed not her or her family can touch me".

"But da-..... Father you know that she is no were near being slightly ready to take that exam.... She may be the age of a 4th year but she is only a 1st year"

Tucking the contract back away, Gaster replied "well you werent a 4th year when you took the exam and you came out completely unscaved"

"...... I have been training dragons since I was 7"

"......"

"Father" sans pleaded "this is murder"

There was a long silence. Gaster simply staired at his son. His smile had faded but he seemed completely u effected by Sans' words. Until a darkness fell over his face.
"if that's so then the humans will have finally repayed their dept to us".

Sans felt as if he had swallowed a big block of ice and that it had loged itself in his chest. No.... He wouldnt, he couldn't, he just couldn't be talking about...
"i-it-t-ts" he stammered "it's n-not the same thing".
"why not" Gaster responded "on both accounts its murder"

Sans shook is head "n-no no its" he paused and took a deep breath "Frisk had nothing to do with back then"

"Nieve as always Sans" was Gaster's reply. Turning his back to his son, he sighed.
"Once this is done we can all finally rest.... Especially me"
Sans started shaking his head "no... No you can't."