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~°~°~°~ Just a heads up, things get a little non-con in this chapter. The warning is selected on this fic for a reason so please exercise caution when reading~°~°~°~
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AFRICA BUT IT'S ALL STAR BUT IT'S WONDERWALL
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It wasn't like she needed too but every dollar saved was another dollar for art supplies, was the justification Frisk told herself as she munched on the hotel muffin. It was astoundingly awful, crumbling away with every bite and to add insult to injury, it was not a chocolate chip muffin but a raisin one. She downed the cheap gas station coffee, hoping to relieve her tongue of the god awful muffin taste but grimaced as the concoction wreaked havoc on her stomach.
With a practiced cheerful, pain-free façade, she showed off her pearly whites as potential customers came up to her booth to ooh and aah at her work. The best pieces were displayed behind her. The first event she ever attended, what felt like an eternity to Frisk, taught her a cruel lesson in sticky fingers.
The cheap hotel-gas station breakfast set the tone for the day as the weather was glum and her booth mostly unvisited. 'Well at least yesterday was good.' she thought, trying to balance a pencil on her upper lip. It was the last day of the small town fair and proving to be the slowest. She sighed and took another swig of coffee, immediately regretting it as her stomach twisted into knots. To add to the list of bad food decisions, she reached down for some mints and sat back up to see a large skeleton bent over her work.
"Oh hello!" she exclaimed cheerfully, straightening in her seat.
"Hello. Beautiful paintings. I take it you're the artist?" he asked, returning her smile.
"Thank you." she beamed. "Yep, all of the ones you're looking at are one of a kind. I don't do prints with these. I think that's," she leaned over the small table to confirm which set he was looking at. "That is the California Waves series. It's not originally named. I was at a retreat in California, so." she ended with a casual shrug.
The skeleton simply chuckled, picking up a painting. "I thought prints were an artist's bread and butter." he remarked, staring the canvas down.
"They can be. But I like living dangerously." she explained with a wry grin.
"Well not that I want to reward bad behavior, but I'll take this one." he said, handing the canvas over.
"Cool cool, want a bag? You have the difficult choice of white or blue." she said, rifling through the box by her knees and held up the paper bags.
"Blue works." he said with a shrug.
She got down to business, carefully wrapping the canvas in tissue paper and placing it in the bag. "Alrighty, your total is $45, please."
"That's all for original art?" he asked, raising a brow bone.
"Yep. I don't like pricing too high otherwise it'll scare people off." she said dismissively, handing the bag over and accepting the money. ‘Exact change! Thank god because I can’t math right now.’ she thought, biting her tongue against the wave of pain coming from her stomach.
"Don't sell yourself short, kid. Your work is too good for that."
She ducked her head, blushing. "W-well here you go! Thanks for the purchase and have a good day!" she said in her best customer service voice.
"I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, um, Frisk Upton." she stammered out. “I have a business card if you want one!” She pointed to the small stack of cards at the corner of the table.
He looked the card over before a wide smile spread across his face. ‘Oh boy, here it comes.’ Frisk thought, bracing herself for impact. Most people didn't catch on when she said her name but as soon as they saw it written it clicked. "Your initials are ‘f’, ‘u’?" he asked, coughing back laughter.
"Oh haha like I haven't heard that before." she replied, rolling her eyes. "And what's your name Mr.Smartypants?"
"I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton." he replied, holding out a hand.
"Well mister the skeleton , nice meeting you." she said, shaking his hand.
"You too kid, thanks for the painting." Sans said.
‘Well at least he's nice- oh god he’s a shorts-in-the-cold kinda guy and le gasp! Crocs! Hot damn, well at least it’s not socks with slids.’ she thought wryly, watching him saunter off. She craned her head around to regard the crowd, hoping to get lucky for a second time. With no one forthcoming her shoulders slumped and she went back to playing with her pencil.
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The target was easy to spot. Almost painfully, boringly so. He stumbled about, looking over his shoulder, teetering on the edge of the crowd as he pushed through it. The old man simply annoyed Sans. The target was making the game so frustratingly slow with all his dawdling. He kept to the crowd just enough Sans couldn't easily grab him without some attention but kept far away enough to keep an eye on those around him, even if he didn't know what his would-be killed looked like.
Sans’ fist clenched around the knife in his hoodie pocket as he inched closer to the target. A wicked grin spread across his face as the old man suddenly turned between two tents. Sans walked a moment longer, making sure to get a good look at the man before turning down the next gap between vendors. The target fumbled with a cell phone, muttering curses as his fingers clumsily tapped across the screen.
Silent as a shadow, Sans set the painting down and approached his prey. Never one to miss an opportunity, he clamped his hand over the old human’s mouth, yanked upwards, and slid the knife across the exposed throat. The target reached out to the air in front of him, hands flailing uselessly. For extra measure, the knife slid up through the man's left armpit once before Sans pushed him to the ground. He retrieved the painting and disappeared back into the mass of people.
Between the poor weather and the gradually thinning crowd, the vendors began to pack up early. A drizzle had started scaring away the remaining fair-goers and their wallets. Sans perused the remaining booths, enjoying a last minute churro. It wasn’t necessary for him to linger but he liked the chaos. A shrill scream brought a smile to his face and like all the others, he dutifully hastened over to the area. The remaining bodies of humans and monsters formed a sizable crowd so Sans, despite his height, had trouble seeing all the action. From what he could glimpse, one of the vendors had their apron pressed against the man’s throat as their partner cried on a cell phone.
The old fucker was still alive. Sans kept his face impassive as he stared down the gruesome sight. ‘That piece of shit. Goddamnit.’ he thought, rubbing his face as the faint sound of sirens rang out.
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Frisk flopped onto the stiff bed and curled up into a little ball as her stomach railed in protest. Normally she would’ve never considered leaving her car packed with all her art but the state of her stomach didn’t allow for much activity. With the money counted, she thought mayhaps a little bit of dinner was in order but as soon as she pulled out her phone, the nausea built up. She groaned, painstakingly rolling herself into a sitting position and trudged to the bathroom.
“D-dammit.” she muttered between the gagging and heaving. Spots of red appeared in the partially digested muffin and stomach bile mixture. The wall provided little comfort as she rested against it, staring vacantly at the little spots floating in her vision. ‘I hate those fucking muffins.’ she thought, clutching at her stomach.
The drive to the hospital was thankfully quick as the rain kept most people at bay. She drug herself out of the car, shuffling to the E.R. doors. The secretary signed her in, wordlessly pointing with a pen to the sitting area. The waiting room seats were just as uncomfortable as the hotel bed. She pulled her knees up to her chest, shuddering as another wave of sickness rolled through her.
Before she could up-chuck onto the dated green carpet and ruin someone’s night, she dashed into the bathroom, heaving her heart out over a raisin muffin. The cold water from the sink splashed onto her face did little to make her feel better but it got the taste out of her mouth. “I look like traaaaasssh .” she groaned, rubbing her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and to make matters worse, she could spot at least one popped blood vessel. “Fucking shit.” she muttered, pulling out a comb. Between her red-rimmed eyes and shaking from the puking, she looked like she was having a bad trip more than a severe case of food poisoning. She yanked the comb through her hair, smiling weakly into the mirror. Feeling slightly less grungy, Frisk took a deep breath, exiting the bathroom straight into a blue hoodie.
“Shit, sorry.” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
“Oh hey kid. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
She blinked and looked up. “Oh you! Mister the skeleton ! Hey! Yea, shit night.”
“Someone hit ya or somethin'?” Sans asked, leaning down a little too far into her personal bubble space.
“God I wish. No, I think I have food poisoning.” she said with a helpless laugh.
He looked around the small room, rubbing his neck. “Mind if I sit with you? I’m waiting here for a bit.” he said, glancing at his cell phone.
“I don’t mind.” she replied, weakly.
Sans wasn’t much for conversation as he kept checking his phone. Frisk peeked over and assumed it was some weird CCTV footage. She rested her head against her knees, wrapping her arms around herself. The nausea had disappeared with the last trip to the bathroom, leaving a hard ache in its place. “Show time.” she heard him mutter. “Gotta go, Frisk. It was nice seeing you again.”
“You too.” she said, a smile cracking at the edge of her mouth as she waved him off. She curled up into a ball on the seat, angling herself just enough to set her head on the armrest. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.
The sound of a door opening shocked her out of her reverie and she shot up blinking back the sleep from her eyes. The nurse propped the door open with one foot, their mouth opening to call out a name, and then all went dark.
Frisk counted to three, waiting for the backup generator to kick on. “Um, sorry folks. Let me go check with the doctor, I’ll be right back.” the nurse stammered out as the darkness remained.
She pulled her hood over her head and crossed her arms. Someone coughed in the dark and muttered a small apology. ‘Well this is fucking fantastic.’ she thought, drawing the hood strings tight.
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Since the target was a victim of an unknown assailant and the investigation had only just begun, Sans was not allowed to see him, even if they were ‘ related’ . It was an excuse that surprisingly worked since no one wanted to be accused of racism or ask some uncomfortable questions, but the unamused secretary simply looked him up and down, and rolled their eyes as they shooed him off.
It wasn’t hard to get into the hospital’s system to view the cameras. A perk of a small town hospital was how delightfully unkempt their security system was. It hadn’t been updated for several years and was a program he was familiar with. With the cameras now playing on his phone, all he had to do was wait until the police decided to leave.
It wasn’t his initial plan to take out the whole building but it’d been awhile since he had some proper fun and he had a brand new cell phone jammer to try out, courtesy of a previous client. The secretary already saw him and he was on the cameras so it seemed prudent to protect his identity.
Opening the trunk of his car revealed an array of tools he kept on hand. He reached for the chains and padlocks. No one was getting out.
The only problem watching the cameras was the drain on the phone battery. He marched back into the hospital, charger in hand. Halfway to the waiting room, he heard someone hacking up their lungs and immediately swerved to stand by the bathroom door. ‘Swear to god, I’m not getting sick over some fuckin’ old man.’ he thought, glaring at the floor.
Checking the cameras revealed the police still in the hospital, laughing away with one of the nurses. ‘Stupid fuckin’ pigs.’ he thought, shoving the phone back into his pocket. The coughing abated and Sans rubbed his face, debating if he should wait in his car. A small bump from behind made up his mind.
“Shit, sorry.” was mumbled response from the familiar looking little human. He stared her up and down, getting a good look now that there wasn’t a table filled with art between them. Judging from her pale complexion and downcast expression, the night wasn't going in her favor. “Hey kid. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
She blinked and looked up, her face changing from one of bitter grimace to a bright smile. “Oh you! Mister the skeleton ! Hey! Yea, shit night.” One eye looked like all it needed was a bruise to go along with the burst blood vessel.
“Someone hit ya or something?” he asked, leaning down to get a better look. Despite her sickly state, her eyes still sparkled as she smiled up at him, though he didn’t miss the step back she took.
Frisk groaned, letting the smile drop for just a moment. “God I wish. No, I think I have food poisoning.” she said with a helpless laugh, her red rimmed eyes meeting his pinprick orbs.
The coughing started up again but so did the rain outside, the window shaking against the wind. “Mind if I sit with you? I’m waiting here for a bit.” he said, glancing at his cell phone. No change in the cops.
“I don’t mind.” she replied weakly, leading the way back to the seats. The only good thing about the waiting area was the outlet placed next to Frisk. The person coughing at least had the courtesy to wear a mask but Sans doubted that helped much with the intensity of the fits. He tried not to glare at the person, instead counting the floor tiles and checking his phone. Frisk curled up in her seat, occasionally shuddering, but otherwise kept silent. He reached over to pat her back, his hand hovering over her hoodie, before withdrawing. There'd be time enough later to touch her. The tick from the clock was the only sound in the room and Sans shifted in his seat, tapping his foot in time with it.
He pulled his hood up and leaned back in the chair, analyzing the room through half closed eyes. ‘Let’s see, we got three people here. One patient in the room, one doctor, that old fuck, one useless looking security guard. Five equally useless nurses, and two secretaries. And a very ill painter.’ he glanced at her. ‘She’s cute when she’s not puking her guts out. Fuck, I hope it wasn’t something at the fair.’ He sighed, not wanting to think about all the funnel cake he indulged in. Another look down at the phone. The coppers were on move. ‘Where the fuck did they get the donuts from?’ he thought incredulously. Once they were out of sight from the exterior cameras, Sans made his way to the elevator, pressing the worn down ‘B’ button, his mouth curving up into a wicked smile.
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“Alright people, the storm did something to our power and the generator is not coming on. Since there’s no service we can’t call anyone to come take a look at it, so ya’ll have to go home.” the doctor explained in a patient but firm voice. Frisk groaned, raising her hand. “Um, yes?” the doctor said, pointing at Frisk in the dim light.
“I’m puking up blood, isn’t there like a pill or something you can give me?” she begged.
The doctor rubbed her temples. “Look, I’m sorry. We can’t treat you in the dark. If it’s still ongoing you can either drive to the next town over or call the non-emergency police line and see if you can get a ride. We have to send everyone home.”
One of the nurses leaned over to the doctor, holding up a hand to whisper. The doctor frowned and crossed her arms. “Okay, emergency procedure is we leave as a group. Because we have someone checking the basement, we can't leave yet. Once they get back, we’ll let y'all go.” the doctor explained. “Any more questions?”
Her phone told her that at least twenty minutes had passed since the impromptu meeting and the missing staff member remained missing. The doctor and nurses mumbled together in a corner, their hand gestures small but sharp. ‘I hope that old guy is okay.’ Frisk thought looking up at the ceiling. She didn’t know how bad he’d been stabbed but heard there was a lot of blood. A shudder rippled through her and she pulled the hoodie over her knees. The storm wasn’t particularly powerful but she was getting cold.
“Can we go? There’s only five of us here and I already had my appointment.” snapped a patient, standing up. The hospital staff looked at each other and then to the doctor, who glanced at them helplessly. “We can let the patients go.” offered the old security guard from behind the front desk. “They’re all accounted for so I think it’d be fine.” The doctor sighed, throwing her hands up in the air and said, “Alright folks, follow me to the front then.”
Frisk was certain the flashlights came from the dollar store, so weak was the light they provided. Still, they were bright enough to illuminate the floor so no one tripped. They walked in a huddled group to the front entrance, suddenly stopping as the doctor backed away from the door. “Who’s that?” someone loudly asked, marching up to the front door. Frisk peeked around a person to get a better look. ‘What a sec!’ she thought, her eyes going wide. The patient pulled on the door, sending chills up Frisk’s back as the sound of chains scraping against the metal door handles rang out.
“Open the damn door!” the patient demanded, smacking the door.
Frisk backpedaled when she saw Sans pull something shiny out of his pocket. “H-hey get away from-” the doctor started but her voice trailed off as Sans appeared inside the building next to the angry patient. He stabbed the knife in and jerked up, releasing the person’s entrails. Sans hummed happily as the screaming began, taking in a deep breath to enjoy the metallic scent now permeating the area.
‘Another one down, eleven more to go.’ he thought gleefully, kicking the body out of his way.
She couldn’t breath as she was pushed along by the group. Someone grabbed her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut, letting herself get pulled in the dark. “O-oh god. Oh god.” the doctor whispered, her nails digging into Frisk. They followed the security guard through the hallway and down a flight of stairs. “We’re.. W-we’re going to the b-basement. We got an emergency door there.” he explained in hoarse whispers.
Without another word, the trio carefully shuffled down the stairs, guided by a single flashlight. The guard held a small taser in his other hand, which made Frisk shrivel up inside looking at. ‘That’s some useless shit.’ she thought bitterly and craned her head to look behind them but couldn’t see anything in the blackened building. Screams rippled through the air as the killer found a new target and the trio quickened their pace.
As they reached the basement door, the guard handed the flashlight over to the doctor and slowly pulled it open. The metal door creaked in protest at being removed from it’s frame, sending chills down Frisk’s back. ‘That’s so fucking loud.’ she thought, looking behind them once more. ‘He can’t see in the dark, can he?’ They stood in breathless silence before the guard reached out for the flashlight again. With a quick sweep of the room, they entered the basement.
Frisk was certain she’d been teleported into a horror movie as she stared wide-eyed at the unused medical gear all around them, white sheets and plastic reflecting the light back onto the group. Too many unused gurneys with blankets surrounded them as they pushed forward and she kept her wide eyes locked to the floor.
The guard swept the flashlight across their feet to avoid any obstacles. He stopped and flapped his hand at the women to pause as well. Red liquid pooled on the ground in front of them. The guard motioned for the two women to stay back as he cautiously inched closer, the light achingly slow in revealing the source of the blood. The doctor cried out and promptly clamped a hand over her mouth when they saw the remains of the missing secretary spread across the ground. The door to the generators dripped red and the bloody hand prints on it sent shudders up and down Frisk’s spine.
Frisk and the guard cringed and ducked low to the floor, with Frisk yanking the sobbing doctor down with her. The guard slowly crawled over to them. “L-look, we’re almost there, okay? Just s-stay quiet.” he whispered. He rose to scan the room before motioning for them to rise. The doctor closed her eyes and pressed her head into Frisk as they shuffled past the eviscerated secretary.
A gurney blocked the final few steps of their journey but that hardly mattered as the chains glistened boldly in the flashlight. The doctor moaned and dropped to her knees, no longer bothering to stifle her crying. The guard turned to Frisk and the doctor, his chest heaving. “We got...we got the windows!” he whispered desperately, shaking his finger at the windows. Frisk swallowed hard looking up at them.
“They’re so small.” she whispered incredulously. She was certain she could fit and maybe the doctor but the security guard wouldn’t.
“They don’t open.” the doctor sobbed from the floor.
“Quiet woman! Keep your voice down.” the guard whispered harshly.
The doctor shook her head. “They don’t open. We’ll have to break one.”
Frisk felt like a cold bucket of water had been splashed over her as she began to tremble, and nervously twisted her hands together. She smiled at the guard and doctor. “Nu-uh. They have to open.” she reasoned.
The doctor shook her head once more, her body folding over itself as she rocked on the ground. “They don’t.” she moaned. Frisk looked to guard for confirmation. His shoulders slumped in defeat. “We’ll have to go back up. Try another door.” he hurriedly explained. “If we go now-”
“We don’t know where the killer is!” hissed the doctor. “We need to hide!”
“Maybe if we pressed a blanket to the window, it wouldn’t sound so loud?” Frisk offered, meekly.
“No! He knows we’re here. We need to leave.” argued the guard.
“We have to hide!” pressed the doctor, her voice rising.
Frisk stepped back from both of them, hugging herself. 'If I climb up on a gurney... maybe the flashlight would work if I hit it hard enough?' She squinted at the windows, trying to make out any details. The metal frames were likely old, if the rust on them was anything to go by. She inched over to the wall, carefully sliding a gurney next to it. “You guys, I think-”
A second flashlight beam appeared next to the guard. “Hey there. I was wondering what all the noise was about.” greeted Sans as he casually slung an arm over the guard. “Were you going to try the generators?”
The guard opened and closed his mouth, taking in heavy gulps of air. “W-windows.” he breathed out hoarsely.
Sans nodded and shined his light up towards them. “Yea I don’t think you’ll fit, big guy.” he said, rolling his head back to the guard, a smile creeping across his face. The doctor slowly got to her feet, stumbling away from the skeleton. The loud crash of a gurney smacking into another as she tripped backwards shattered the silence. The guard lunged forward with the taser, but Sans caught his hand and with a sickening snap, the taser clattered on the floor. White bone shattered the skin as the guard howled in pain. Sans burst out laughing, shaking the man’s arm. “Ah, that never ceases to amuse me. You humans break so easily.” he said, pulling out his knife. Both flashlights lay on the ground, casting Sans and the guard into sharp relief.
The guard fell to his knees, pitifully screaming for his life as Sans flicked a thumb across the blade. “Yep, yep. Wife and kids. Very touching.” he said, nodding along to the man’s words. The doctor found her footing and grabbed ahold of Frisk, who watched in stunned horror at the sight before her. “Come on.” the doctor pleaded, pulling her back to the door. Sans turned his head to regard the women. “Well, go on. Get to running. I’ll find you later.” he encouraged and waved at their fleeing forms. “She’s so cute, isn’t she? Now, let’s see how long it takes until you can fit through a window.”
The screams of the guard galvanized their steps forward. Frisk gasped for air as she reached the top step, clinging to the bannister. A yelp of surprise in front of her nearly sent her back down the stairs but the doctor clung to her and smacked a hand over Frisk’s mouth as they faced down the group of nurses. One of them pointed frantically at a door, silently urging the group to follow. The room wasn’t small but in the dark, it felt more like a cage than a refuge. The door closed with a loud thump, hushing the group. Two of the nurses pushed a chair under the door handle, jamming it into place.
“The garage door is chained up.” whispered another frantically, silent tears streaming down her face.
“S-s-same in the b-b-b-basement.” the doctor replied. She began to shake uncontrollably as the group regarded each other, their faces falling in despair.
Frisk pried the doctor’s hand off her mouth. “A-another door?” she squeaked out. Eyes turned to her then the floor. Tears of her own began to fall as she looked around the room. “We could break a window? Like in the lobby?” she offered with a weak smile.
Loud footsteps in the hallway shushed them. The group cowered against the wall, desperate to put space between themselves and the door. Somewhere in the depths of the building, they could hear the sound of something heavy slamming against a wall.
And then another slam, closer by, followed by another.
The silence that followed each slam was deafening in Frisk’s ears. The group hunkered close to the floor, pressing themselves into the corner as if that would keep them hidden and safe.
The footsteps stopped in front of their door.
The door handle shook once.
“Are you giving up? Can’t think of a way out?” he teased, yelling through the door. One of the nurses grabbed another chair, carefully picking it up and stood by the door. All it took was one kick and the chair jammed under the door handle went flying back. The nurse swung the chair as soon as Sans took a step into the room, knocking him back. He returned the favor by summoning a bone and swinging it into the nurse who attempted to reclose the door. The bone slammed into them, pinning the helpless nurse- and the door- to the wall.
A faint red glow appeared in Sans’ eye as he turned, raising the flashlight and pouring light over the group. Frisk froze under the illumination, unable to turn away from the terrible red glow that bored into her. The flashlight flicked off. She flinched as something wet hit her cheek.
Unable to move on her own, she let herself get shoved along with the group as the people scattered. Screams and killer’s laughter chased Frisk through hallways and back up the stairs. The doctor’s grip on her wrist too tight to break out of. She wasn’t certain how they had a flashlight, though it provided no comfort as she could see the floor beneath her painted red. The doctor drug them to a small room and locked the door. The two women sat in a corner with the flashlight off, hands pressed against their ears until silence befall the hospital once more.
Frisk squeezed her eyes shut, counting slowly to sixty and looked up. She nudged the doctor who peeked up at her. Leaning close to her ear, Frisk whispered, “We can try the basement again. I don’t think he’ll expect us to go back down there.”
“The windows-” protested the doctor.
“We have to try.” reasoned Frisk. The doctor dropped her head into her hands, taking several shaky breaths before nodding.
They stood up slowly, pressing their ears against the door. Frisk held her breath as it opened and they poked their heads out, staring down the dark hallway. She swallowed hard and flicked the flashlight on, slowly raising it. The doctor fled back into the room, falling to her knees, her hands muffling her sobs. Frisk blinked back tears, ignoring the bodies on the floor. With no movement caught in the flashlight, she pulled the doctor up. They clung to each other and tip-toed back to the stairs. “Gotcha!” exclaimed Sans, wrapping an arm around Frisk and pushing the doctor away. The doctor screamed as she went fleeing down the stairs, Sans’ flashlight following her movements. She turned down the stairwell for the next flight and jerked back, falling onto the floor. Sans burst out laughing, both arms wrapped around Frisk, locking her against him. “Ah, I knew she was going to do that. What a dumbass. Didn’t even see the wire.” he said.
She stared in horror as the doctor’s eyes rolled up to them, a gurgling noise bubbling from her mouth as blood spurted out of her neck. “Wow, that’s a lot of blood.” Sans said breathlessly. “Wanna see how long it takes?”
“What?” Frisk began to tremble, her legs falling out from under her as her body slowly went numb.
“Oops, don’t want to fall now, do you?” Sans said, sitting on the stairs. He pulled Frisk onto his lap, resting his head on her shoulder. “I don't think she hit the wire fast enough for it to go very deep." he explained. “This may take a minute.”
She sat frozen in fear, her lungs struggling to take in enough air. The doctor’s eyes started drooping and the gurgling grew faint. Sans’ hot breath felt sticky as he nuzzled her neck. His fingers scraped against her skin as he moved them up her sides. She hadn’t noticed when his hand slipped underneath her clothes. The shock of his rough bone against her skin broke her paralysis. She sat up straighter, taking in gulps of air. "You're soft." he murmured into her hair. She swallowed hard as his fingers trailed over her ribs. "Something lacy- what is that?" he questioned, tracing his fingers along the curve of her breasts.
"S-stop." she begged, her arms felt like noodles as she desperately tried to push his hands away. She might as well have been pushing at a rock for how little he moved.
"That's cute, kid. Get all those muscles from lifting paint brushes?" he teased.
Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. "Let go of me!" she pleaded, flailing against him. She slammed her head back against him, catching part of his jaw. “Ow, dammit.” he snapped. His hands bit into her waist, lifting her up and slammed her to the floor. Spots dotted her vision as her head cracked against the ground. She blinked back confusion, feeling her hoodie and shirt get pushed up to her chin. As she tried to scoot back from him, his hands dug into her hips, dragging her back underneath him.
"Ooh lacy and black." he whispered giddily, resting his head against her chest to listen to her heart. It beated delightfully fast under his touch and he pressed himself more fully against her.
"G-get off." she gasped out, struggling to breath as his hands roamed up and down her torso. Her skin jumped under his fingers, desperate to escape his touch.
He let out a shaky breath, scraping his teeth along her collarbone. "I think I like you, Frisk." he said, sitting up to straddle her. "You're the last one left. Let's play a game." He reached down and grabbed her wrists. Suddenly they were by the front door. Sans stood, yanking Frisk up with him. "I'm going to unlock this door. Scout's honor," he said, holding up a hand, "I won't try to stop you from leaving." Her world went dark as they appeared elsewhere in the building. "We're on the third floor. Find your way out in ten minutes or I win." he whispered. Though she couldn't see him, his presence overwhelmed her. “Everything is at neck level," he said, nipping at her neck, "so be careful going down the stairs."
She stumbled away from him, crashing into a wall. The world was pitch black around her and she fell to the floor, backing into a corner. Her chest tightened as she gasped for air and curled up on the floor, wrapping her arms around her head.
‘Get it together, Frisk. You got this. You got this. Basement. Go to the basement.’ she thought, sitting up. Dizziness forced her back down and she crawled along the length of the wall until she reached the door. Slowly, shakily she rose to her feet, leaning heavily against the door as she pushed it open. A spark of hope ignited as she remembered the cell phone still in her pocket. ‘Ohmygod, ohmygod. I can see!’ The flashlight on her phone lit up the hallway and she quickly turned it off. ‘Okay, just find the stairs. Just stay on the stairs.’
She crawled to the stairs, only turning on her phone if she was uncertain of her footing. As much as she hated looking, the light was turned on as she passed by the doctor’s body. The blood from her neck was the only indicator the wire was even in place. Frisk swallowed and ducked underneath, resuming her crawl. Her breath went still as she hit the first floor, eyes straining in the dark for any whisper of movement. Slowly, she turned to go down to the basement. Loud thumps froze her in place but she quickly scampered into the basement as they faded away. The smell of blood greeted her as she entered. She turned on her phone, not daring to raise it from the floor. The flashlight the guard had been holding sat on the ground in a puddle. Frisk didn’t question what the squishy chunks next to it were and quickly averted the light away from the larger pieces.
The windows were too high up for her to reach so she pulled a gurney underneath it, cringing as the wheels squeaked in protest. She held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut. ‘One...two...three…’ Silence and darkness were her only companions in the basement. She stared at the window and hesitantly pressed her hand against it. The creak of the metal frame set her teeth on edge but it opened. ‘Holy shit. Holy shit. The doc was wrong. Holy shit.’ She couldn’t breath as her hands pressed against it, the gurney wheels swiveling dangerously as Frisk threw all her weight into the window. The frame clicked up.
She clawed at the small window of salvation, pulling herself through. A nervous giggle bubbled up from her throat as she looked around. Like a hunted animal, she crouched by the corner of the hospital, staring out into the night. There was a car next to hers but she couldn’t make out if anyone was in it. She turned to the thick trees behind the hospital. ‘I need my car.’ she thought plaintively. Between the wind and rain and deranged killer, she doubted she could make it very far if she decided to run.
She couldn’t see him by the entrance and assumed him to be deeper inside the building. With a deep breath, she made a dash to her car and next to the driver’s door. She fumbled with the keys, silently cursing it as it took a moment to find the keyhole and pulled herself in. The door closed with a loud thud and she ducked down, praying he didn’t hear. ‘Okay, okay...okay. Just drive. Just drive.’
She turned the car on, not daring to hit the lights, and fled into the night.
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Sans sat by the door, checking his email and updating the client. The little human had five minutes left. He grinned, resting his head against the wall. ‘She’s probably stuck in the room, poor thing.’ The lack of flashlight had been intentional on his part. He licked his teeth, thinking of how she struggled against him. She wasn’t a screamer like the others but that hardly mattered. All her fear was those big brown eyes of hers. ‘Four minutes. Just four more minutes.’ He consoled himself with the thought of the taste of her skin.
Four minutes came and went and Sans stood, flicking on the flashlight. He took the stairs two at a time, wanting her to hear him coming. He casually kicked open the doors to the rooms, poking his head. “Come out little girl.” he ordered. “I won.”
She wasn’t on the third floor.
He repeated the process on the second.
‘Okay, she managed to sneak past me. Impressive.’ he thought, moving to the first floor. She wasn’t there.
He ripped the basement doors open, shoving the medical equipment out of his way. “Frisk, where are you?” he shouted, his hands clenching into fists. He teleported back to the third floor, more slowly repeating his search through the building. “Come. Out. Little girl.” he snarled, yanking a door open. She wasn’t in the room. She wasn’t anywhere.
Under normal circumstances he refrained from using magic. Other monsters could sense it and if any of his victims were found with magical bones sticking out of them, the game would be up. He let his rage take over, summoning a blaster to go through a wall. “FRISK YOU BETTER COME OUT.” he screamed, redirecting the blaster to another wall. He went through room by room, floor by floor, until the squeak of metal in the basement caught his attention. A window frame shook in the wind, smacking back into the building with each gust. Judging by the puddle of rain on the floor underneath it, it’d been opened for some time.
She was gone.
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Frisk parked her car in the back of the hotel, sobs wracking her body as she leaned over the steering wheel. “G-get your things and go. Just go.” she repeated. With a steadying breath, she exited the car, pumping her legs as fast as she could to her room. She slammed the door, locking it and sunk to the floor.
“Oh god.” she moaned, staring at the red all over her hoodie. His hand prints crisscrossed all over the blue and pink fabric. She yanked it off, throwing it to the floor with a cry. Her shirt wasn’t any better and she fell to her knees, seeing more blood caked on her skin. “Just clean up. Like it never happened.” she ordered herself, stumbling into the bathroom. The hot water chased away her tears but left a hollow ache in her head. ‘I have to get out of here. He doesn’t know where I’m staying does he- No! NO! He would’ve showed up already. I still have time. I still have time.’
With her adrenaline still going, she swiftly dressed and packed up the room. Sneaking out like a thief in the night, she threw her suitcase into her car and darted over to the lobby. The night attendant looked her up and down, raising an eyebrow, but accepted the keys. Once in her car, she meekly called the police and in hushed whispers told them to check on the hospital. She swallowed back guilt, feeling like she was sending more people to their death. The thought was pushed out of her mind as she drove out of the small town, not daring once to look back.
Frisk didn’t stop driving until she nearly swerved into a ditch from yawning. “Dammit.” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. The lights of a gas station lured her into it’s parking lot and she hoped no one would bother her. With the seat leaned back, she curled up, falling into a restless sleep.
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It took a little longer than expected but the explosion that rocked through the hospital was worth the wait. Sans sat back in his car, taking a few pictures of the fire before turning his attention elsewhere. Her business account was standard and borderline impersonal but her friend’s comments on every post made the hunt easy. They tagged her personal Instagram in multiple posts, sharing their location and hers. She went to a club there, an event here. A few pictures of her apartment revealed a small studio overlooking a park. A hungry smile cracked across his face. “I live in Ebott City too.” he said gleefully, scrolling through the pictures of her. “What a small world.”
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