Not so innocent intentions
Sans parked the Buick a few feet from the hotel out of sight using a side street as a cover. He glanced up at the grand building as he circled around the car to help Frisk out of her seat. He felt unnerved, this place was unknown territory, and Sans already knew that he was going to stand out like a sore thumb here.
“How you holding up kid?” Sans asked as Frisk straightened out her dress on the curb.
“I’m ready.” She replied, before flashing him a determined smile. Sans nodded along, feeling a little relieved that at least one of them had an idea as to what they were doing.
“Just remember, if things get uncomfortable throw me the signal and we’ll get out of there.” Sans said. “You remember it?” He asked, and Frisk nodded firmly, before pulling on her ear, demonstrating the agreed code sign.
“Alright then, guess we can’t put this off any longer.” Sans continued. “Lead the way kid.”
Frisk took a deep breath, helping her to slip into character. From this point on she was no longer Frisk the street rat, now she was Freesia Larkspur, successful high class business women and mobster. She set a confident stride as she waltzed up the red carpet toward the hotel like she owned the place.
Sans followed from behind. He kept his hat low and his collar up, feeling very much out of place. The hotel was so bright and shiny, Sans was completely out in the open here with no shadows to hide behind it was making him nervous. His presence was already drawing attention as the Upper Crust human guests whispered to one another while they threw uneasy or concerned glances his way. The staff also seemed to be taking a keen notice to his presence, as he saw a few bellhops looking at one another as if deciding if they should intervene. Sans quickened his pace a bit more, as he stayed fairly close to Frisk’s side.
Frisk walked through the lobby confidently, not even acknowledging the other guests existence as she made her way to the host station. When she arrived she cleared her throat expectantly to get the stationed attendant’s attention.
“Welcome to the Bouton d’or may I get your name and –.” But the host trailed off when his gaze moved over Frisk and settled on the short skeleton standing right behind her.
“Um, Madame, is this uh, gentleman accompanying you?” The host asked delicately, though Sans could see the suspicion present behind the waiters beady eyes.
“Yes, he is my employee. What concern is that to you?” Frisk stated harshly. The attendant seemed to fumble from under Frisk’s demanding glare, but he quickly reaffirmed his phony gracious smile to his face.
“I am sorry madam, but we have a certain….. dress code for the dining room. I’m afraid that I cannot allow your employee to enter.” The waiter then said. Frisk just raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“Well then it is a good thing that I am not interested in the dining room. I have a dinner date scheduled with a monsieur Alico Ames, and I believe that he has made other arrangements, which I am sure that you were well informed about.” She said. The waiter’s pretentious apologetic expression quickly shifted into a look of pure shock as he tripped over his tongue to try and form a response. Sans snickered internally as the host continued to blunder.
“B- But of course! Ms. Larkspur, what an honor to have you back. I am so sorry, I was not aware that you would have company with you” The waiter finally managed to spit out.
“Unfortunately some miss happenings have occurred recently that required an immediate tightening of my security. I am sure that monsieur Ames will understand.” Frisk responded with a challenging air.
“Yes yes, of course. Right this way Madame ….and friend.” The waiter then said as he stepped out from behind his post and began to lead Frisk and Sans through the elegant dining area.
Sans surveyed his surroundings while he followed behind Frisk and the snooty waiter. So far there hadn’t been much presence of any sort of threat, just some scrawny bell hops and servers, nothing that remotely posed as a challenge, but Sans knew better then to trust appearances. He knew that he was right in the middle of someone else’s territory, and even though it modeled itself as a welcoming place, Alico would be a fool not to have some form of security ready and waiting for him right behind the walls of his gussied up building.
“Here we are Madame.” The waiter announced pleasantly as he opened a door at the back of the room in order for Frisk to enter. She did so without so much as tossing a glance in the waiter’s direction. Sans however, tipped his hat, and flashed the waiter a smug grin and a wink as he also entered into the back room. He noticed the edges of the waiters concocted grin fall slightly in annoyance at having to be of service to a monster.
The room was pretty much how Frisk had remembered it from her previous meeting, only now the décor and mood had changed slightly. Instead of the brightly lit room that she had experienced before, she was instead confronted with a darker, and more private atmosphere. The room was only lit by various candles arranged around the space, the table was no longer adorned with crisp white linens, but now was shrouded in a rich black cloth, and decorated with fine porcelain dinner ware with gold trimmings. In the center of the table was a tall thin gold metallic vase, holding a neatly arranged bouquet of ruby red roses. In the corner a record player softly hummed smooth jazz instrumental arrangements, currently a saxophone was singing a somber solo while in the accompaniment of some delicate piano music.
Sans narrowed his eye sockets as he surveyed the presented romantic atmosphere that now surrounding both him and Frisk. It looked like Alico had really gone all out for this apparent “business” meeting.
“May I take you coat madam?” The waiter asked graciously, when Frisk and Sans had both made it to the center of the room.
“Yes.” Frisk answered as she turned her back to allow the waiter to slip her coat off.
She had to fight from instinctively wanting to cross her arms in an attempt to cover up her now bare shoulders once her coat was removed, leaving her in only the strapless red dress. She suddenly felt extremely exposed in this dark and suggestive environment.
“Well hello my flower. You look absolutely ravishing this evening.” A voice purred from the shadowy corner of the room as Alico sauntered forward, appearing from behind the back door. He paused momentarily when he realized Sans presence, and eyed the skeleton in what Sans could see was slight irritation.
“I’m sorry my dear, I did not expect you to bring along company.” Alico continued as he brought himself closer to Frisk. “I assumed since you requested a private audience outside of Pansy related business that you perhaps wanted a more private environment to discuss such business?”
“My apologies monsieur, but I’m afraid that I require his presence here. He is my security.” Frisk explained. Alico tilted his head to the side.
“You’re security?” He repeated, and Frisk nodded.
“Yes I have recently run in to some trouble that I did not foresee, trouble that required me to higher more protection.” Frisk continued. Alico’s brows furrowed in what looked like concern.
“Well I hope that this trouble is of no serious nature, but I understand entirely ma chérie. I will arrange for a meal to be prepared for him in the kitchen while we talk.” Alico suggested graciously.
“Thanks, but I already ate pal.” Sans interjected, stepping forward. Alico raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry monsieur, but unfortunately this trouble that I find myself in is fairly serious. In fact there has been an attack on my life, as well as my body guards. He has been very vigilant after that experience.” Frisk hastily exclaimed.
“On your life my dear?” Alico asked surprised.
“I’m afraid so, it is the reason why I needed to talk to you without the Pansies involvement. I require your help.” Frisk said. Alico’s brows furrowed deeper with concern at the news, but Sans wasn’t convinced at all by his act. Something else seemed to lurk behind the business man’s apparent worried façade.
“Well of course my dear. Here, have a seat and relax, you are absolutely safe here.”Alico said as he motioned to the dinner table. Sans fell back against the wall with the other wait staff present in the room.
“I thank you kindly monsieur.” Frisk said, making sure to bat her eyelashes while offering up a shy gracious nod. Alico’s smile grew a tad larger as she took her seat across from him.
Once the two were settled, the wait staff moved in swiftly. Frisk’s glass was filled quite generously with an expensive looking wine that Alico raved on about, before the first course of the meal was placed in front of her. A small roasted bird sat proudly on her plate, perfectly golden brown. It looked to be stuffed with chestnuts and figs while sitting atop a pile of roasted root vegetables and braised kale. Frisk had to fight to keep her mouth from watering at the savory smell. She bit back her impulses to dive into the elegant dish face first, and instead only neatly picked at the plate, occasionally taking small nibbles.
“Well my flower, I would very much like to know more about this trouble that you find yourself in. Please, if you can explain your predicament.” Alico asked, as he held out his now empty wine glass to be refilled by one of his stationed waiters. Frisk nodded as she placed her cutlery down neatly on her plate.
“As you know, I am a contact of the Pansies. I’ve been working with them to help them move their product.” She began, and Alico nodded attentively while taking a large swig from his newly filled wine glass. “Well it seems that some other gangs have also become aware of my workings with the Pansies, and I suppose many of them have not been too happy with my associations with monsters.”
“It is actually a puzzling partnership.” Alico then cut in. “I have to say that I am curious to know why such a delicate lovely thing like yourself would want to be so closely linked to ….well.” Alico then cast a swift glance over to Sans in the corner, who only stared back with unimpressed eye sockets.
“Yes, I understand it does seem a tad radicle, but I saw an opportunity and I took it.” Frisk explained. “Even though Asgore is a monster, he has made quite the place for himself. He and his organization are one of the wealthiest and most influential powers in the Under City. They required a human to help them make their sales pitches, and I happened to have the skills that they needed. It isn’t every day that an organization like the Pansies opens its doors for a human. It was my way in, a challenge that I simply could not resist.” Alico’s grin took on a more sensual nature at Frisk explanation.
“I see, that does make sense. You do seem like the type of women who isn’t afraid to experiment.” He said.
“Well how else would I get what I want if I don’t take it?” Frisk replied, challenging Alico’s suggestive smirk with her own taunting smile, leaving Alico as well as Sans a little speechless.
Sans had to bite back his shock a bit at how fast Frisk was able to counter Alico’s advances with her own. When the hell had she learned to be so flirty?
“The other gangs weren’t really all that intimidating however.” Frisk then continued. “I knew that none of them were bold enough to really make a move against the Pansies, and Asgore had promised me the full protection of the gang as a part of my contract. But I didn’t anticipate the Gambino’s.”
Alico’s smirk quickly fell from his face once Frisk spoke allowed the Gambino’s name. Sans narrowed his sockets further as he recognized the guilt that began to form from behind Alico’s eyes. He knew it. He knew that it had been Alico that had let it slip to the Gambino’s that the Pansies had hired a human contact.
“The Gambino’s my dear? They are the ones that threatened you?” Alico then asked. Sans sneered at Alico’s attempts at feigning innocence to any involvement.
“Yes, I’m sure you know of their new weapon, and how they have been corralling the other organizations of Ebott under their power. It seems that they wish to rule this city with an iron fist, and though my work has never put me in any significant opposition with their organization, I apparently am considered a threat by their standards.” Frisk then paused for dramatic affect as she let her eyes briefly leak out a look of fear. “They have already sent someone to claim my life… I was lucky to survive the first time. I have hired protection now, but I have found out through some reliable sources that the new Don of the Gambino’s, Ludo, has taken a personal interest in my demise."
Alico remained silent for a little while longer, while quickly taking another drink from his wine glass.
“That is certainly troubling news.” He then said. “The Pansies, can they no longer guarantee your protection?” He asked, and Frisk shook her head sadly.
“They tell me that I am perfectly safe, but I don’t believe them. With Ludo now in control of at least half of the crime organizations in the Under City the Pansies really don’t stand a chance. It’s why I arranged this meeting with you without their knowledge. I realize now that I am aboard a sinking ship, and I have come to you in hopes that you can provide me with an out.” She said. Alico nodded along in understanding.
“Well my dear, you have certainly come to the right place. I would be more than willing to help you.”Alico declared tactfully. “Though it seems that things have taken a rather somber tone. Maybe we can further this discussion along in a more comfortable setting. I have arranged for desert to be served in my personal accommodations.” Frisk stood up from her seat at Alico’s invitation.
“That would be lovely.” She said, and Sans was quick to move off of his place on the wall and over to Frisk when he heard that the party would be moving locations. Alico let a sneer break on to his face when reminded about the skeletons presence.
“Um my flower, I do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable, but if we are to further this discussion I have to ask that we do so more privately.” He then said. “I understand that you require security, but I also cannot just allow anyone to over hear my business dealings.”
Frisk stiffened a bit at Alico’s request, not feeling at all comfortable about being separated from Sans. Sans also clenched his teeth, not happy in the slightest with Alico’s suggestion, but bit back his complaints as he knew that it wasn’t his place to protest. At Frisk’s hesitation, Alico flashed her a charming grin.
“My dear, you have nothing to worry about while you are within these walls. No harm will come to you, I have security hidden behind every corner. You are completely safe here from any outside threats.” He said.
Frisk quickly mustered up a courteous look as she pretended that she felt reassured by the notion, however, it really wasn’t the outside threats that she was worried about as she took a step closer to Alico and his leering smile. Frisk cleared her throat as she prepared to answer Alico, ignoring the warning glare that Sans was shooting at her from under the rim of his fedora.
“Yes of course. Mr. Metacarpals please wait in the car until I am finished with my discussion with monsieur Ames.” Frisk then ordered.
Sans fought hard not to role his eyes at his alias as he also hid his tightened fists in his pockets, while sauntering over to retrieve Frisk’s coat. He was not at all pleased with her decision to go along with Alico’s seemingly scheming proposition, but he couldn’t voice his criticisms or he would blow her cover, and possibly land her into more hot water. Still, he wasn’t going anywhere until he gave her a very clear time limit.
He grabbed Frisk’s coat off of the rack before the waiter could make move for it.
“Hands off slick, I got this.” Sans said, clearly venting off some of his frustrations. The waiter merely sniffed in response, before falling back into his place.
Sans sauntered forward and presented Frisk with her coat.
“I’ll be right outside Ms. Larkspur.” He said.
“Thank you, but that will be all.” Frisk replied dismissively as she leaned forward to accept her coat, but as she did so Sans whispered to her sternly.
“You got 30 minutes kid. If you aren’t out by then, I’m coming in.” Frisk nodded subtlety, signaling that she had heard him, before turning away and returning to Alico’s side.
“My attendants will see you out Mr. Metacarpls, thank you for your presence this evening.” Alico said with a self-satisfied smirk.
Sans bit back his grimace as he watched Alico slink an arm around Frisk while he led her to the back door of the room. He narrowed his eye sockets when he saw how Alico placed his hand just above the small of Frisk’s back. That cheeky bastard.
“Excuse me sir.” The waiter from earlier snipped, not even bothering to keep up his previous pleasant façade. “This way to the exit, follow me.”
Sans chanced one more look over his shoulder, and only caught a glimpse of Frisk’s red dress, before she disappeared with Alico out of the room. He sighed to himself.
“I hope you know what you’re doing kiddo.” He said silently as he followed the waiter toward the front exit of the hotel.
Frisk was led down the hall and up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. Alico then opened the door to a room at the end of the hallway with a very proud looking smile on his face.
“Please my flower, make yourself comfortable.” He purred. Frisk bit back the shiver that was trying to work its way up her spine as she smiled graciously at him in return. She forced her legs to move forward, even though every one of her instincts was telling her to bolt at this point.
When Frisk stepped through the door, she was greeted with quite an elegant atmosphere. She was currently standing in the main area of a huge hotel sweet. There was a large marble fire place, its flames burning low, crackling calmly in the corner. It was surrounded by very richly decorated furniture making up the main sitting area. Frisk noticed that a trolley filled with cakes and chocolates was placed next to the love seat by the fire. She took that as her cue to walk over, making sure to catalog the rest of her surroundings in case she needed to make a quick escape.
She immediately noticed two glass doors leading to a balcony only a few feet away, but Frisk already knew that she wouldn’t have much luck if she went in that direction. She was currently on the top floor of a one hundred story hotel. There was no way that she would be able to make it to another roof top from here.
Frisk glanced to her left and saw that there was a door leading to another part of the hotel sweet. She quickly realized that the master bedroom most likely lay beyond it. She quickly made a mental note to not dare be led back to that room.
“Champagne my dear?” Alico asked, startling Frisk awake from her thoughts. She turned back toward him, seeing that he was now over by the dessert trolley, currently opening up a bottle. It let out a little hiss as he successfully removed the cork.
“Did you know that that sound is called a lovers hiss?” He asked as he tossed her a devilish smile, while he began to fill two Champagne flutes full of the sparkling alcohol.
“I believe I may have heard that somewhere before.” Frisk replied confidently as she accepted the offered glass, though on the inside she was anxiously cringing.
“Come warm yourself by the fire my flower, It really is quite cozy.” Alico said as he motioned for her to take the cushion next to him on the love seat.
He also took a rather big sip of his champagne. Frisk slowly began to waltz her way forward, but instead took a seat in one of the arm chairs across from him, while tossing him a coy smile. Alico’s grin only seemed to grow at the presented challenge, as he assumed that she was playing hard to get.
“Monsieur I do very much appreciate this grand dinner that you have prepared, but I must insist that we finish our previous discussion.” Frisk quickly stated, trying to get Alico’s attention back to the important matters at hand.
“Yes yes, of course my dear, we will most definitely get to business. Though I do find that one can also enjoy someone else’s company at the same time, can they not?” He asked her while raising a sleek suggestive eyebrow, and Frisk felt herself begin to feel frustrated at his continued advancements, but she only replied with a smile.
“I have heard through a rather reliable contact of mine that you are also a client of the Gambino’s?” She then said, and Alico straitened up, a bit unnerved slightly that she had such information.
“How did you come across such knowledge me flower?” He asked her as he attempted to keep on his casual guise.
“Monsieur, surly you know that I can’t reveal my contacts, but I did not mean to alarm you. I have kept this information quite private. I merely stumbled upon it when gathering intelligence about the ones that have threatened my life.” She answered smartly, and Alico seemed to relax again at her explanation.
Frisk also guessed that the amount of alcohol that he had consumed that evening was helping to keep his guard down, and Frisk smirked to herself as she realized that she could possibly use this to her advantage. She herself hadn’t so much as touched much of the booze that was offered to her that evening, as she knew that she had to remain vigilant and sharp. She was in the belly of the beast right now, and she could not afford to lose her head to the bubbly nectar in her champagne flute.
“I must ask you if you have met with Ludo yet since he has just taken over the position of Don over the Gambino’s. I’ve heard that he can be quite temperamental.” She asked nonchalantly. Alico chuckled, clearly amused by her comment.
“Indeed, I've had the displeasure of dinning with him on one occasion. It was an experience that I would rather not repeat.” He said while he polished off the last of his champagne, before pouring himself another glass.
“Really?” Frisk questioned in fake surprise.
“Yes, I don’t know what Sam was thinking leaving his company to a hopeless S.O.B like him.” Alico replied.
“You were close with Big Sam?” Frisk questioned, trying to keep up her casual ruse as she continued to try and pry for more information.
“Oh yes, he was quite a good friend of mine. He had a good taste for bourbon and was a practical business man.” Alico answered.
“That’s so interesting.” Frisk said. “I heard that during the end of his reign over the Gambino’s, he made quite the peculiar business move. Rumor has it that he employed a monster.”
“Sam was a bit eccentric in that regard, but that move ended up winning him almost all the power in the Under City.” Alico stated, oblivious to her probing. “In fact it was that monster that gave him the means to create that weapon of his.”
“I see, Sam surly knew how to utilize his resources.” Frisk said.
“Yes, it is a shame though that he never got to realize his end goal. I’m sure that Ludo brat will end up spoiling all of Sam’s work in the end.” Alico continued to ramble as his words continued to grow more slurred.
“I’m so sorry my dear that you have ended up a target, especially to the likes of him. I’m sure that if Sam was still alive I could have convinced him to take you on as an employee. Ludo really doesn’t know how to appreciate talent at all, he’s just too blood thirsty.” He said.
“Well all in all, I appreciate the sentiment monsieur.” Frisk said, flashing him a smile. “I am curious though, did you ever get to meet with this genius monster of Sams?” She then asked as she held her breath, hoping that her searching wasn’t becoming too obvious. Alico only shrugged, clearly not catching on.
“No apparently he is a reclusive type, and I myself don’t really like keeping the company of monsters. Although, if I do recall I believe that Sam mentioned his name once when we were drinking together at my bar.” He said. Frisk tensed as she bit her lip in anticipation, waiting to see if Alico would elaborate further.
“Oh what was it, ah yes I remember a W. D Gaster.” Alico finished as he gulped down the rest of his champagne.
Frisk’s jaw almost hit the floor when Alico had let the that precious bundle of information slip form his lips. She couldn’t believe it. She had done it. She had gotten the name. Frisk quickly bit back her excitement, as adrenaline raced through her system. She was ecstatic. She had thought that she had made a million to one gamble, but it looked like she had just won the lottery.
“I see, well take it from me, a monsters company isn’t all that thrilling.” She then stated, crushing her giddiness down as she maintained her aloof façade.
“Yes, I much prefer the company of an elegant flower such as yourself.” Alico said, throwing her another suggestive leer. Frisk stiffened, her good mood now sullied as she realized that she now had to figure out a way to make an exit out of this dangerous situation that she had gotten herself into.
“Monsieur it seems that the time has gotten ahead of us. It is getting rather late.” Frisk then stated as she stood from her seat. Alico was quick to his feet as well.
“Yes time does fly when you are having fun.” He stated as he began to sway his way toward her. Frisk managed a smile, but she was beginning to feel cornered.
“I um, know that you are a busy man. I have probably taken up too much of your time as it is.” She said as she attempted to scoot around him, but before she could Alico raised a hand and rested it on the pearl necklace that Frisk wore around her neck. He stroked it affectionately.
“I’m so glad that you liked my gift. It looks lovely on you.” He said as his hand lingered, now tenderly brushing the underside of her throat. “There is no rush my flower, no need to hurry off. The night is still young.” He said as he looked down at Frisk with half lidded eyes. Frisk felt a sharp sting of panic shoot through her gut as he began to lean forward toward her. His gaze fixated on her painted lips.
“Why not stay.” He whispered as he began to close the distance, his hand wandering from her neck down to clutch h at her waist.
“My apologies monsieur! Frisk blurted out quickly, in an effort to buy herself some time. It appeared to work as Alico seemed startled out of his lust filled haze. “I must ask if I can make a quick trip to the rest room. I do wish to freshen up a bit if you don’t mind.”
Alico paused as he swayed where he stood. His inebriated mind taking a while to process her words. Then a lewd smile broke across his face.
“Ah but of course, take all the time that you require.” He said as he released Frisk from her cornered position.
She gave him a shy thankful glance as she passed him, but in reality it was taking all of her effort not to just bolt for the door as soon as she made it out of his reach, though she knew that she wouldn’t make it far especially in this stupid godforsaken tight dress and stilts.
When Frisk made it to the washroom, she quickly locked the door behind her, before bracing herself on the sink. All of her panic broke through her concocted front at that point as her breathing began to become uneven.
Damit. Damit, damit, damit, she was in trouble! She had no idea how she was supposed to get out of this. Her only escape was through the front door, and she would have to get passed Alico who had already shown her how unwilling he was to allow her to leave. Frisk steadied herself as she fought to control her heart beat.
No she couldn’t break now. She had to think, there must be some way out of this, something that she was missing. It was then that Frisk remembered the gun in her purse. She looked to the black purse on the bathroom floor. She had dropped it when she had begun to lose control over her nerves. She slowly approached it, kneeling on the floor as she undid the latch, before slowly pulling the weapon out.
She stared hard down at the pistol as she weighed out her options. She knew from personal experience that she would never be able to actually fire the gun as she had failed so miserably to do so in the past, but maybe Alico would believe her bluff. She would only have to scare him into allowing her to leave.
Frisk sighed to herself as she tried to come up with any other solution. She had hoped that she wouldn’t have to resort to anything like this as she knew that it would damage the Pansies standing with one of their most important human clients, but she was sure that the information that she had just obtained would be worth that cost. She took one more deep breath as she strengthened her grip on the gun. She was ready.
Frisk then unlatched the door. She hid the gun behind her back as she slowly made her way out to the sitting area. She was ready to leap out with her weapon drawn when she heard an odd sound. It took her a moment to realize that it was snoring. Frisk crept forward only to discover that Alico had apparently succumbed to his intoxication and was no passed out cold on the love seat.
Frisk almost laughed out loud in relief. Thank the fucking stars. Frisk then quickly but quietly gathered her things. She then rapidly scrawled a little cheeky note for Alico, telling him that she had let herself out as he seemed far too tired to continue with their discussion, before leaving his room. She then hopped into the elevator as she made her way back down to ground level, before waltzing through the lobby.
Sans sat in the drivers seat of the Buick in the shadowy alleyway. He strummed his fingers over the steering wheel anxiously, before glancing at his watch.
“Easy Sansy boy, she still has time.” He said quietly aloud to himself as he realized that there was still around seven minutes left till the allotted time limit that he had given to Frisk was up. He took a deep breath as he tried to settle himself. She was fine. She was perfectly capable of handling herself. He had faith in her. Sans then glanced again to his wrists. She now had six minutes left.
Screw it, this was taking far too long. Something had surly gone wrong, Alico was probably trying to pull some sleazy shit right about now. Sans then got out of the car as he began stalking steadily back toward the building. He began to feel his panic peak as his mind kept picturing the worst possible scenario. His eye began to spark, reacting to his fear as he prepared to take a shortcut straight to Alico’s hotel room, where he knew that Alico had most likely taken Frisk for their more private discussion as to not be disturbed. Sans clenched his teeth, preparing his magic to slam Alico hard against a wall.
His dark thoughts were however disrupted when he saw Frisk emerge from behind the elegant hotel doors. Relief instantly snuffed out his rage, as she spotted him and made her way toward him.
“Kid hey, I was beginning to think that you weren’t gonna make it.” He said lightheartedly, though in reality he had honestly been quite scared. Frisk just smirked back at him.
“Come on Sans, it was only dessert. It was a piece of cake really.” She joked smugly, but in reality she also was still struggling to control her heartbeat after that terrifying predicament that she had just escaped from.
“Heh, Lets uh, head back and then will go over everything.” Sans said as he led the way over to the car. He opened the door for Frisk and offered her a hand again, which she took before settling into her seat with a relieved sigh.
Sans started up the engine, before chancing a look over to her. He knew that he shouldn’t, but he found that he just needed to ask.
“Kid umm are you alright?” Sans began. “He didn’t uh, try anything …did he?” He continued. Frisk stiffened in her seat for a moment as Sans glanced at her while he continued to make his way back to the Under City
“Nothing that I couldn’t handle.” She said with forced bravado.
The answer did little to quell Sans’ fears, instead it made his soul plummet briefly. It was quiet for a while in the car, until he gathered the nerve to speak again.
“I’m sorry Frisk.” He said softly, and Frisk looked back to him, her brave face slipping. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that. I shouldn’t have let you go it alone. I should have been there.” He said his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Frisk straightened up when she realized that he was really bothered by this outcome.
“Sans its ok, I’m fine. I got out.” She said trying her best to reassure him. “Nothing happened.” She stated.
“But it could have.” Sans retorted, and Frisk was silenced, as she really couldn’t deny that fact.
“I won’t let anything like this happen again.” He then said, his voice significantly more emotional then it had been before, and Frisk didn’t really know how to respond, she only nodded.
“Ok.” She agreed, suddenly feeling like she was biting back tears. She guessed that the experience had scared her more then she had realized. Sans reached forward and took one of her hands in his, he squeezed it tightly, and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles in an attempt to bring her some comfort. The rest of the ride back was silent.