How Dare You? Echotale- G!Sans X Frisk

Chapter Eight

"I'll take you somewhere calm and soothing.. to let you think to yourself. And afterwards, I'll answer your questions." He speaks softly.

"W-Word.." Frisk manages to mumble. 

"Hm?"

"Give me... give me your word." She manages to say before she slips into the slumber that his warmth provides for her.

He chuckles before answering, "I give you my word, Miss Frisk."

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Grillby looks around for a place to hide Frisk, before Fuku gets curious enough to walk into the room. He rests his gaze on Frisks' delicate face for a moment. Her cheeks are stained with streaks of dry tears and her lips are a brighter pink than usual, more puffed out. 

He sighs heavily, feeling a deep amount of concern for her mental wellbeing in this moment. But he lifts his head and furrows where his eyebrows would be, "You will never be harmed in my care, Miss Frisk."

He turns his attention to a pile of blankets hanging on an old broken stool. "Those blankets surely could've been useful moments ago.." He mumbles to himself, walking towards them and placing Frisk next to them.

He was aware that they were dusty and old, and could possibly even have dust mites. So he lifted each blanket one by one and hit them against the chair, watching the dust fly everywhere. He did what he could to get most of the dust out, and used his fire far enough away to keep the blanket unburnt but close enough to scare away the possible dust mites.

After repeatedly doing this to about six of the nine blankets laying on the stool, he places each clean one on Frisk's shivering body. He must've warmed up the blankets with his flames, because Frisk seems less stiffened with each blanket he puts down.

"Yeah you've mentioned that, G. I just wanna know what he's up to." Grillby's head swings towards the door, hearing his daughters' voice. 

Knowing he doesn't have time to warm up the rest of them, he lays them on Frisk. He doesn't worry about the dust irritating her because the six blankets that he did clean are very thick blankets. 

He successfully covered her body, almost replicating the pile that was there before her. "Fuku, your dad is just trying to figure some shit out about the Royal Guards, alright? Let the old man think in peace." G's voice says. Grillby can tell that G is blocking Fuku from entering, because his voice sounds close to the door and he can see his feet near the bottom crack.

"He's fine, G. And stop acting like he's old, he's only-"

"Like a billion years old." G cuts her off. 

Grillby chuckles at their bickering, and listens to them argue for a bit before making his way towards the door. He prays that Frisk doesn't make noises in her sleep, and prays she doesn't move around too much.

"G, you sound like you're hiding something.." Fuku accuses.

"Fuku, Honey, I'm always hiding something. But this ain't one of those things. I just think you should lay off your dad for a bit." G says. It would be convincing if you didn't know who G was. But seeing as how Fuku was literally raised around this man.. She can see right through him.