Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 10 : Flowers and Sex

Frisk tried not to look as fearful and as panicked as she felt as she stepped outside her apartment and silently closed her door, cautiously and quietly looking Sans over. The short skeleton looked a little bit...rough. Yeah, that's it. He looked rough.

He wasn't wearing his black suit jacket or his red waistcoat and the rings on his hand were gone. His blank pants and black button up shirt were wrinkled, and some of the shirt's buttons were undone or put in the wrong holes. And to top it all off he was holding a small empty blue flower pot...well it would have been empty, but from where Frisk stood she saw that it was packed to the brim with dirt.

He looks like a toddler who tried to dress himself, Frisk thought but didn't find any sort of humor in his sloppy appearance like she did with his brother's ridiculous, but adorable cooking attire.

I saw you. I want you and so I learned all that I could about you. Followed you around for a bit.

Frisk trembled as their first meeting resurfaced in her head. He really had been following her around even though he claimed that statement was nothing more than a joke. But it was true! And she never knew it. Never felt a shadow following her or a pair of eyes watching her.

We need to talk.

About what? What else do you want from me Sans, Frisk thought as she waited for the skeleton to speak, but to her despair and growing unease the skeleton didn't say anything for what seemed like an hour. And the longer Sans waited the more Frisk began to think that this random and unexpected visit was more than just another attempt to upset her and show just how much power he had over her.

Frisk took another glance at him while he stood there in silence, looking at the empty pot as opposed to her. That wasn't like him either. Every time they were together, his eyes never left her. Those red sockets always followed her.

But now...instead of looking like some kind of wealthy smug businessman (mobster) who enjoyed to flaunt and show off how upscale and high-class he was, Sans sincerely looked like he had just woken up and dropped everything he was doing without bothering to clean himself up to rush over here.

We need to talk.

Frisk's paranoia increased. Did he...did he find out about my possible job? Frisk felt the color drain from her face. NO! Please! Please it's one of the only things I have left. It's one of my last lifelines. Please don't tell me he scared Jim and his offer away. PLEASE-

"We...um... we didn't leave on good terms today did we, dollface?"

Frisk almost didn't hear Sans. Along with her overwhelming panic and her loud heartbeats, coupled with how quiet Sans was speaking, she almost missed what he said.

His voice didn't sound like it's usual unpleasant, deep, smug and rough tone that almost always seemed to trigger a shiver down Frisk's spine. She wasn't sure what emotion was causing his voice to get lower and stammer a bit, but hearing him talk with that voice did in some miraculous way slightly ease a tiny bit of Frisk's paranoia away.

Finally Sans looked up.

"I..." Frisk began to say, unsure of what was gonna come out of her mouth, but Sans quickly cut her off.

"You left pretty angry at me right? I mean I get why ya ain't too pleased with me at the moment, but I don't like the fact yer unhappy...um...about going out with me. Thinkin' about it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So...I thought maybe...I could...ya know do somethin' for ya...to show you...um....that you should feel lucky I'm payin' this much attention to ya."