Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 35: Just a Nice Chat (Part 1)

Sans watched as Binkie, the once pretty grocery store owner who had always greeted all her customers with a rough but charming grin, now a haggard and tired image of her once glowing and vibrant self, handed the small cardboard box to Jerry before looking fearfully at Grillby almost as though she were expecting to be shocked even though that fucking collar was off her. Sans had hard enough time looking at Binkie, but the young fire girl who Jerry introduced as Prye, silently stood (actually cowered would be the better word now that Sans thought about it) behind the bunny was even worse to look at.

Maybe at one point this young girl would have stood tall and proud, her beauty and her confidence bursting through her for the outside world to see, but now her shoulders were hunched inward, the look on her face was that of a small mouse in a world full of cats and the blue crackling flames that made up her body would brighten one minute only to dim a second later and unlike Binkie, who managed to hold herself steady, the poor kid kept kneading her hands as Jerry spoke to them in a calm low voice.

Sans felt his rage grow and swell. This was all so fucked up. Grillby's legs were tied to the chair's legs. His hand were tied to the chair's armrests. He couldn't even use his magic to attack, let alone burn the ropes that bind him and yet they were still fucking terrified of him. They were even too afraid to re-enter the room after the skeleton had sent them on a task to look for a few "special items" for him, forcing Jerry to speak to them through the doorway.

He wanted to tell them the fire fuck wouldn't even hurt them again. It should have been obvious Grillby was finally stripped of everything that gave him power over them.

Even if Sans did tell them all this, he fucking knew it wouldn't matter to these poor girls.

Sans closed his sockets for a second, his hands now hard fists as he tried to control his rage.

Entertainment....

That's what Wings said. Entertainment. It was such a vague word the more Sans thought of it. There were so many different things that could be classified as entertainment. A game of baseball, a card game, reading a book, a few drinks with some close friends, turning on the radio and dancing to a catchy tune... fucking two helpless girls who don't want your body on top of theirs...

Sans so desperately wanted to believe that the people of HOTLAND weren't like that. That sick rich fucks didn't use their money for ....this. He was hoping that Jerry was the only person who showed interested in them or at the very least, came right in the nick of time and was their only "customer"-

"I once sold Binkie off to eight different men in one night."

Sans grinded his teeth together as Grillby's sick and delighted words entered his mind. And suddenly he found it hard to look at the broken bunny and the shivering teenager so he focused his attention on the trembling bartender instead.

And in that moment, Sans wanted nothing more than to destroy Grillby right in front of Binkie and Pyre in the worst possible way. He wanted to show these poor ladies that Grillby was made of dust just like the rest of them. He wanted to show them that he wasn't untouchable. He wanted to show them he wasn't a strong monster, that he wasn't their king and he sure as fuck wasn't invincible. Sans wanted to show these women that Sulfuric Grillby was no one worth being terrified over or dedicating their dreams to but he couldn't.

Not yet.

Because....

Because when he and Jerry had tore the basement of the bar apart, his little lady was nowhere to be found. And that was a big fucking problem. The skeleton had looked through every room. Had gotten on his hands and knees and searched the floors to see if there might have been any that might open up trap doors. He had looked carefully in every closest or side room and with every second he couldn't find her, Sans had realized something odd was happening to him and it went against everything he knew about himself.