☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 42-46

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he said, crossing his arms, his voice laced with what Frisk knew was fake concern as he made no attempt to move away from the door.  

 

If she weren’t so cold she might have been a little more scared.  The reason why she didn’t confront that day nearly two weeks ago was because she was worried she might be trapped with him.  But this was about business, not enraged accusations and besides he must of known she’d tell her friends she was coming to him today.  If something did happen to her, her friends would know…

 

She was safe, right?

 

“M-m-money,” she managed to spit out.

 

Sans titled his head.  “What?”

 

Feeling a little annoyed Frisk tried again.  “Pro-p-protection...f-fee,” she blurted out, unable to hide how victorious she felt as the skeleton’s eyes widened once again.  With the warmth of the house quickly heating up her body and hands, she found she had regained some some feeling in her fingers, and with semi-working hands she quickly picked up the envelope from her purse and held it out to him.  

 

Just take the money, get the hell out of my way and let me go home asshole, Frisk thought and waited, her hand still trembling and raw and upon closer inspection, she also noticed it was bleeding probably from when she knocked on the door.  

 

She expected to see that look of complete disbelief on his face.  It was the look she wanted to see on his face after the two weeks he put her through.  Was it just a teeny bit petty?  Frisk knew it was, but the skeleton obviously hadn’t lost or been told “no” in a long time and even if the price was high Frisk was happy to pay it.

….She’d worry about next month when it came.  

 

But Sans look of disbelief never came over his face.  Instead he simply looked at her and then at the money and then at her again.

 

And then he broke out into a fit of deep laughter.  Frisk stared at him, now feeling her own look of disbelief come over her face.  

 

“Oh my poor little lady,” he said through his harsh laughter.   Frisk winced at the name.  “You didn’t read my final letter to ya did ya?”

 

Frisk blinked and as her clattering teeth began to settle down she managed a longer sentence.

 

“W-what are y-you ta-talking about?”

 

Still chuckling, Sans rubbed his hand over his face.

 

“The letters I taped to your door Dollface?  You didn’t read them?” his laughter got even louder.  Frisk felt her annoyance begin turn into anger.  Stressed-out and sleep deprived anger.

 

“No I didn’t read them,” Frisk hissed.  “I tore them up.”

 

She didn’t know what she expected but she certainly didn’t expect him to howl with laughter.   Now seething Frisk shook the envelope full of cash at him.  

 

“Just take your money so I can leave-” she began but halted as Sans waved the money away.   

 

“Put that away dollface, I wasn’t actually gonna collect on that.  Never really was plannin’ on collectin’ a fee to begin with,” he said, shrugging.  “When I realized ya were not only not takin’ me up on my date offer, but also gettin’ pretty pissed off at my...unsuccessful attempts to impress ya, I threw in the towel with an apology note yesterday.