🌹SoL🌹 :: 476 - 480

“Now, try to be a civilized person and tell me what’s gotten you actin’ like a little heathen,” Sans cooed condescendingly.  

 

Frisk slapped his hand away from her chin, earning a smirk and an amused chuckle from him.  She was angry.  So angry and it was taking everything in her not to let her tears of fury and discouragement fall right in front of the grinning skeleton.  That would look weak…

 

...That would make Sans happy….

 

To see her cry….to see her scared....and she wasn’t going to give the guy anymore of anything...if she could help it...  

 

The ride back to her area and her walk to the park didn’t calm her down. In fact, she became even more enraged the more she thought about everything he had done to her.  And her anger made her...unpleasant to say the least.  First she actually bared her teeth at that poor handsome guy at Andrew’s bar who wasn’t even doing anything to her and then she completely ignored the neighbor kids who were calling out to her, and finally she snapped at Mr. Vel who only asked her how she was doing.

 

She was fuming so bad that she didn’t even bat an eye at the grandiose house that wasn’t in the park yesterday.  

 

She continued to glare at the kneeling skeleton who was patiently waiting for her to respond.   Only now that she was here, staring face to face with the man who within three days took everything from her, she didn’t know what she was gonna say.

 

Well, what did you think was gonna happen Frisky , a scolding voice inside her head growled at her as she realized just how stupid this move was.  

 

Yeah...what did she think was gonna happen?  She yell at him and he suddenly has a change of heart?

 

Yeah...during the trip here all she thought about was ripping his grinning face to shreds, but as she stared at that grinning face, she realized how childish and pointless and oh how dangerous her decision was.

 

She was in the middle of an abandoned park, trapped inside the house with a mobster who was going to great lengths because...just so he could…

 

Why?

 

Unable to stand the sight of his nasty smile, Frisk looked down.  She felt so stupid.  She should have just gone home, collected all her jewelry and her mother’s jewelry and all her family heirlooms and tried to sell them to the pawn shop.  She should have told all her neighbors what was going on so they could at least scrape up some cash to give her.  She should have took a gamble and begged Papyrus for help who seemed a bit more kind...a fellow who is willing to repair a park for children can’t be all bad right?  

 

Instead she was here.  With the man who had single-handedly destroyed her.  

 

She was jobless.  Because of him.  She was terrified.  Because of him.  She felt so helpless.  Because of him.  And now she had no idea how she was gonna pay what Sans expected her people to pay...