"Look, Frisky, whatever you do or say to them lunatics out there, don't mention Sans or the Gaster name. There is some serious bad dust between those two families, and if they think you are connected, they might not kill you, but they'll sure as hell put ya through some torture to get you to tell them what you know, so keep your mouth shut about them, alright? Please?"
The look of confusion on Frisky's face had made Whisk feel instantly guilty about using such a rough tone with her, but as soon as she mentioned her outside ally was Sans Gaster, he thought his SOUL would shatter ...but in a good way. No... in a great way.
He couldn't believe it, but at that moment, Whisk was happy. Incredibly happy, and so relieved he could weep. Sans Gaster... if you had to have an ally to help you escape, there was no better monster to help you in that situation than the teleporting skeletal monster, Sans Gaster. If Sans Gaster was as serious about pursuing a relationship with Frisky as she said he was, then she might have a chance of escaping. Unlike poor Pyre and Binkie, Whisk might actually be able to help this lady. The thought of at least helping somebody like Frisk, who was so much like Tops, escape the madness of the Dreemurrs, was so overwhelming to him that he nearly lost his mind in a rare moment of complete bliss.
I may have fucked my own life up, but she can still be saved , Whisk had thought, but before he could explain what happened between the Dreemurrs and the Gasters all those years ago, Mettaton had come back into the bathroom, all smiles and giggles as though nothing had happened between him and Frisky, which sent a nervous chill down the smaller monster's spine. Well ...it would if he had one.
He had thought the robotic superstar would do something horrible during the time he had left. In fact, he had half expected Asgore to come stomping into the bathroom, completely enraged, ready to harm Frisky, but nothing happened. The robot simply began talking about how his styles were based on the most popular human trends only to have Frisky stare silently at him, but that didn't deter the robot from talking. Yes, Whisk could tell that Mettaton was becoming more angry with every second Frisky didn't pay him any attention, but the robot kept talking pleasantly as if everything were peachy keen and he hadn't tried to blackmail her for sex only minutes ago. Still, even with all that rage building in Mettaton, nothing happened to Frisky.
Well ...nothing happened to Frisky if Whisk didn't include complete and utter humiliation, and he was including that. The first thing Mettaton did when he came back was give Frisky a "cleansing bath."
She had been forced to undress in front of both monsters, quickly doing so before covering herself with a towel, her hard set face red as Mettaton watched her with a pleased and smug smirk, while Whisk had turned his head away, his furry cheeks becoming just as red as Frisky's skin.
As far as Whisk knew, the term "cleansing bath" was something Mettaton had made up on the spot. The robot had simply filled the bathtub with hot water and his famous MTT brand hair remover, a concoction specially made for furred monsters that wanted to remove hair in special areas for "special reasons". Frisky had stayed three minutes in but during that time Whisk heard her breathing begin to get heavier and the splashing of water indicated she was squirming around. It was only when Mettaton ordered him to help her out that Whisk saw why Frisky was making those strange movements. When he took her trembling, gooey, soaked hand in his and finally looked at her naked form, he almost screamed in horror at what he saw.
Yes, her body hair was indeed gone, but her skin from the shoulder down was bloody raw. Mettaton hadn't taken into account that the product was created for monsters with thick fur, but instead of being apologetic or worried, Mettaton had simply giggled, called her an adorable little "apple" and rubbed his MTT name brand soothing cream on every inch of her body, only stopping when Frisk had slapped his hand away to apply the rest to the more ...intimate parts of her body herself.
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Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine
FanfictionFrisk sang for a living. She sang in clubs that were populated by mobsters, murderers and the most violent criminals her city had to offer. She honestly thought things couldn't get any worse until corruption in the form of a grinning skeleton came s...
