The Final Timeline (Undertale Sans x Frisk)

Chapter 53 Never Forgiven

"Ow!!" The corset was pulling on your skin. "Mom! That hurt!"

"I'm sorry, child... but we simply must get this as tight as we can." Toriel said as you felt her practically yanking on the fine tightening strings of the corset.

Your heart was pounding, and you felt like you could run a marathon with the amount of adrenaline racing through your entire body. Or maybe you just felt like throwing up and crying, but not in a bad way, just in the way that screamed ''I'm about to get married, and I don't think I'm good enough for the guy''. Toriel wasn't really helping with the situation either, probably because she may or may not have a grudge on Sans at this point.

Even if you weren't having a double wedding with Undyne and Alphys, you'd still think the baby blue dress was a bit much. Sure, it was 'absolutely beautiful' in everyone else's eyes, but you weren't sure if Sans would like it. It definitely matched the colour theme of the wedding though.

Speaking of the double wedding, Papyrus and Mettaton chose to save theirs for another day. Mettaton wanted to have some pink thrown in the mix of light blues and yellows, but it didn't really work.

"Oh, wow." You heard someone say behind you. "Forgot how good you look in blue."

You turned around to see the man who was being interviewed by Mettaton last week. He had a very defined jawline and a very familiar voice and stance. You still weren't who he was or why you recognised him, but you didn't really care right now. You're main concern was the fact that he just walked into a ladies dressing room without any permission.

Toriel walked calmly over to the man standing in the doorway, walked out behind him, and closed the door to talk to him. You thought about listening in, but you knew mom would come in to see your face pressed against the door if you tried.

The door opened slightly as Toriel spoke to you. "Could you zip yourself up and come out here? Or do you need me to help?"

"I don't know if I can reach the zipper, mom." You told her honestly.

She sighed, told the man to stay where he was, and came in to finish dressing you.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"You'll see" She told you, finishing the lace-up on your dress.

You were never too fond of dresses, because you always felt like you were going to trip over them. Not only that, but you mainly wore sweaters and long pants to hide bruises when you were abused by your parents, and they were a bit of extra protection when they did hit you. Dresses on the other hand, had a lot more things you didn't like. Like how boys in your school would try and get under there when you wore dresses for celebrations, which you barely ever wore to begin with.

You walked out towards the door with Toriel trailing behind you steadily. You opened the door and walked out to face the man in front of you. HIs face had the slightest bit of stubble on it, and he looked as though he could hold up a fight with the amount of small scars on his face.

"I'll leave you two be for a while" Toriel said, you still slightly confused.

She left without saying another word. Did she trust him? Did she know who this person was? That had to be it. She wouldn't leave you with a stranger, especially after what happened to her children 20 years ago.

"You.." He paused as you looked at him. "You look so beautiful.."

"Um. Thank you," You held out your hand. "but I don't think we've had the-"

"It's alright." He put his hand up to stop you forwarding handshake. "I figured you wouldn't remember me after a couple years"

You wracked your brain for any memory of this man. A couple years ago, you were in the underground. But... if he's human, that means he lived on the surface when you fell. Did you know him before you fell, then? Maybe he was one of your fathers frie-

...

Wait.

"Go. Away." You said, backing up against the wall. "I won't ask again."

"Wait, Frisk! Don't say things like that!" He advanced towards you. "I came here to-"

"To what?! Beat the living shit out of me?!" You started screaming. "Or maybe you want to cut my legs up with your pocket knife! Or, perhaps you want to lock me up in a cold dark room for three days and hope I starve to death!!!!"

He stopped and covered his mouth with his hands, staring at your expression. For once in your life, you'd finally stood up to your father. The man who had ruined and made your life the way it is now. Without him, the monsters would still be locked up in the underground from you not wanting to jump in the cavern. And the expression on your face showed no hint of fear, but rather, a rage and disgust for what stood in front of you.

"No." He said. "I wanted to apologize."

"Excuse me?!" You started advancing on him instead, and he actually started walking back. "You made my whole life a living hell! Why should I ever forgive you?!"

'Why would I forgive him?!'

"I'm not trying to make you mad!" He began, "I'm just-"

"Just what, Ryan?! Huh?!" You were screaming now. "I allowed you and Taylor to do that to me for so fucking long! You physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually abused me!"

The rage on his face was starting to form, becoming all too familiar, and your stance and demeanor over him shuddered for a second. You quickly shook it off and kept downing words of hate down his disgusting, horrible, chaotic throat, as if trying to make him choke on his old actions.

You pointed a finger at him. "If you think you can just-"

*SLAM*

Frisk, are you okay in there?

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Sorry about the launguage in this chapter... I just felt like it needed it to show how mad he was at her father XD

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