Gangsters in the graveyard
Frisk stared out her bedroom window with a look of disgust prominently plastered on her face. It was snowing out. It had been snowing all week. She hated it.
Frisk had never liked the winter. She despised how wet and cold the weather became during this time of year. It made it almost impossible to keep herself well feed or comfortably warm when she had been on her own; not to mention her work became infinitely more dangerous with the roof tops covered in thick blankets of snow, hiding potential hazards from her sight, or coated in ice making the leaps that she would take potential death traps if she slipped. Frisk grimaced as she remembered how often she would be so desperate for warmth that she couldn’t even make herself leave her quilts by her stove and ended up putting off her work and eating her way through her savings instead. It had always depressed her how winter would snuff out all of the profits she made every year no matter how hard she worked in the summer months. Even when she thought that she was finally taking a step closer to her goals, when the snow started to fall it always sent her three paces back.
Frisk huffed and turned away, tired of looking at the bleak white scenery outside of her window. At least now she didn’t have to shiver in the cold anymore, at least now she had a warm comfortable bed, plenty off food, and company to keep her in high spirits, but Frisk was still in a relatively bad mood regardless. It wasn’t just the snow keeping her locked away inside the apartment, as in fact Sans was even more so responsible for that.
She understood his concerns, how he had explained to her many times that things were growing dangerous, that he didn’t want to take any unnecessary risk. He had always been somewhat protective ever since she had gotten herself into trouble with the Gambinos, but now it was bordering on the line of excessive. It had been a week now since she had last stepped outside of Grillby’s bar and she was sure she was going to go insane if she stayed shut up here a moment longer. She had argued with Sans, pleaded with him, even bargained, but he just wasn’t budging and it annoyed her to pieces to say the least.
Today however, Frisk was certain that she had Sans cornered. She had just finished a tale of two cities, and she remembered that Sans had said that he would take her to the Librarby whenever she had completed a book so she could get a new one. She smirked to herself as she grabbed the heavy novel before she waltzed her way over to the skeleton brothers main apartment where Sans was in the middle of an afternoon nap.
She plopped herself down on the end of the couch as Sans took up the majority of the cushions with his sleeping self. Both the brothers had today off, however Papyrus was out at the moment running some errands and doing some laundry at the laundromat down the street. He would be gone for a few hours at least, which would give her and Sans plenty of time to make a quick trip down town. She looked over Sans momentarily feeling a little bit guilty to be rousing him from his slumber. She knew how tired he had been as of late, but she really really needed to get out of the house, and she wasn’t sure when the next opportunity would come knocking. Frisk then reached out and poked at one of his slipper clad feet. Sans merely grunted in his sleep before settling himself into a more comfortable position continuing to snore softly. Frisk giggled a little under her breath and then reached forward shaking at his ankle.
“Lazy boooooooones.” She sang playfully, and Sans’ brow bones furrowed in annoyance.
“Not now sweetheart, just give me five more minutes.” He said, his voice rough and groggy.
Frisk raised an amused eybrow before she moved to reposition herself now kneeling in front of Sans’ face.
“I finished my book.” She began, holding the thick novel in front of him. Sans reluctantly cracked open an eye socket.
“Oh that’s nice.” He said, not sounding at all really interested before nuzzling his skull back down into his pillow. Frisk huffed patting the heavy book against his forehead.
“So…” She continued. “How about you and me go get another one, like how you said remember?”
Sans opened his eyes more fully this time and then flicked his pinpricks between the book and Frisk as he remembered the words that he had spoken to her that night at the Librarby. He was quiet for a little while, taking the time to straighten himself up, obviously thinking of the best way to respond to her.
“Uhhh… how about I just pick up something for you tomorrow on my way home from work?” He then suggested delicately. Frisk’s face instantly fell into an unimpressed frown.
“That’s not what you said.” She challenged and Sans smile faltered slightly.
“Frisk…” He began hesitantly. “It just isn’t safe, we’ve talked about this.” Frisk pointedly rolled her eyes.
“It’s just a quick trip to the bookstore.” She tried to argue. Sans strummed his fingers over the armrest of the couch.
“It’s still too risky.” He protested. Frisk immediately got up from her seated position ready to storm back to her room so that she could continue to sulk in front of her window, but Sans was also quick to his feet.
“Hold on, don’t be mad.” He said catching her wrist lightly. “Hey, Paps is out for a bit why don’t we have some uh heh, quality time here instead?”
Sans then looped an arm around her waist. He pressed a peck to her cheek as he tried to shoot her with a suggestive brow bone, but Frisk refused to look his way and stepped out of his grip not interested in the lightest. Sans sighed, feeling his own annoyance take hold at her cold shoulder.
“Frisk, we’ve been over this a million times. I thought you understood. This is for your protection remember?” He began to chastise.
Frisk felt a spark of anger swell at his patronizing tone. She hated it when he talked down to her like that, like he was scolding a child. She whirled around on her heels, scowl prominent as she fixed Sans with miffed eyes.
“That doesn’t mean you can just lock me a way like I’m your fucking prisoner!” She retorted sharply. Sans tensed. He didn’t like it when she swore like that. He took a step forward however, not backing down from her challenge.
“Knock of the attitude kid, throwing a tantrum isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” He replied coolly. His eyes narrowed smugly as he saw Frisk’s expression darken. He knew exactly how to press at her buttons. Frisk pursed her lips together as she stared back at him. Fine, if that’s how he wanted to play then she would happily join in his game.
“Yeah? and neither is staying cooped up in here all day with you.” She spat as she turned away and began heading toward the door.
“Hey where you going!?” Sans called after her, following behind.
“Away from you!” Frisk replied curtly, not paying him a second glance. Sans ground his teeth together. Why the hell did she have to test him so god damn much? He caught her by the shoulder roughly, but Frisk rolled it out of his grip.
“We aren’t finished here kid, you aren’t leaving the bar!” Sans then barked at her, his tone serious, all traces of his usual care free character gone.
“Is that an order boss?” Frisk replied mockingly.
She saw Sans falter then as she dared him to use his title over her. She was his underling technically, but Sans had never been truly comfortable with the idea, and he also knew that if he made a habit of using that trump card it would lead to a lot of animosity sparking between them. Now however, she really wasn’t leaving him with much of a choice.
“Yeah it is an order.” He then replied, straightening himself up. Frisk’s eyes widened, surprised that Sans had actually gone and used his rank against her.
“So then, that’s all it comes down to right?” She began bitterly. “Partners my ass! You just want a trained lap dog!” Sans stiffened, a pang of guilt ringing clear in his soul, but he refused to take it back. She had pushed him after all, and he could really only be pushed so far.
“Only if that’s what you want to make it to be.” He said and Frisk spun around and stalked back toward him.
“So what, I’ll just sit pretty when you command it then? Well only do what makes you happy, what you want? You don’t even care how I feel do you!?” She accused getting right in Sans’ face. “All I want is to just go out for a walk, but you won’t even let me out of the house.”
“Because it isn’t safe!” Sans shouted back.
Frisk only rolled her eyes and Sans scowled at her defiant gesture. Did she really not understand the amount of trouble that she was in? Did she not realize how close the Gambino’s had come to taking her away again?
He almost laughed darkly at how utterly clueless she was acting. Almost. Instead he grabbed her wrist to keep her from turning away from him again. He would make her comprehend the mess that she was in whether she wanted to face reality or not, sensitivity be damned.
“You think this is a god damned joke kid?” He then demanded. “The Gambino’s just put someone in the ground or don’t you remember?” Frisk visibly flinched at Sans’ words. The memory of Joey still stung.
“That’s different -.” She tried to argue, but Sans wasn’t hearing it.
“No it isn’t Frisk, he was hiding from them just like you are!” Sans continued, and Frisk was silent as she didn’t know how to respond. “They found him because they were looking for you!” Frisk snapped her gaze to Sans as soon as the words left his mouth and Sans instantly regretted what he had said.
“…Because they were looking for me?” Frisk repeated meekly, and Sans backpedaled hard. No he hadn’t meant it like that.
“No – wait.” He said, floundering for a way to fix what he had just let slip out. He hadn’t meant to, Frisk wasn’t supposed to know about that, but as he looked down at her suddenly very sullen expression he could see that the damage had already been done.
“It was my fault?” Frisk asked suddenly realizing that the Gambinos had found Joey at the cottage where she was supposed to stay.
“No no Frisk, it wasn’t your fault.” Sans then said quickly, tempering his tone and snuffing out his anger. He even mustered up a smile to try to put her worries at ease, but it was to no use.
Frisk was quiet and Sans really didn’t like that. He would actually much prefer that she go right back to yelling at him so he moved quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling her gently toward the couch coaxing her down in to the cushions before sitting next to her.
“I’m sorry sweetheart I didn’t mean to lose my temper on you. I’m a real heh, bonehead. Here, how about we just forget this whole thing alright? Start fresh yeah? How’s that sound?” He said trying to reach her, but Frisk only nodded not really even paying attention to his words as she continued to sit quietly. Sans continued to hold her hand as he tried to figure out what to do.
“Here I’ll make you something nice.” Sans said suddenly getting up off the couch and moving to the kitchen.
He then rummaged around in one of the cupboards for a little while. Papyrus had recently started expanding his culinary repertoire and had been experimenting with pastries and baking. He had even been calling Toriel on a regular basis for tips. Sans had seen Papyrus haul in a bunch of supplies only yesterday which included a few boxes of baker’s chocolate. Sans threw a small pot on the stove full of milk after he had found the chocolate, before breaking up a chunk from inside the package and cutting it into small pieces before adding it to the simmering pot. He also added some sugar to help compensate for the bakers chocolates bitter taste. He stirred it until the chocolate melted before pouring the rich creamy beverage into a mug.
“Nothing beats a cup of hot coco on a snowy day like this.” Sans said in the most jovial tone that he could muster as he brought the beverage over to Frisk. she took it from him and sipped at it gingerly, but still didn’t say anything and Sans felt himself growing more and more anxious at her silence.
“You uh, doing ok there kid?” He asked delicately. Frisk nodded but it was unconvincing.
She finished her drink and then stood up.
“I’m just tired.” She responded dully. “I think I’ll have a nap. The chocolate was good thanks.”
Sans wanted to protest but he couldn’t really bring himself to stop her as she walked passed him before exiting the main apartment. When she was gone he continued to sit by himself in the living room.
He then let his head fall heavy into his hands as he groaned loudly in frustration. When the hell had everything become so complicated? It seemed that he was only making mistake after mistake with Frisk. He only wanted to keep her out of trouble, but every time he tried to protect her he ended up doing more harm than good. Sans flopped back into the cushions dejectedly as he stared at the ceiling with tired eye sockets. Mabey Papyrus would be able to help. His brother was much better at these sort of things after all, but then again Sans wasn’t sure how to ask without causing suspicion. As it stood he would just have to try his best on his own.
That evening Frisk didn’t make much of an appearance for dinner. She claimed that she suddenly wasn’t feeling very well and only took a small portion of food back to her room. Papyrus asked her if he could do anything to help, but she denied him saying that she only needed to rest. She didn’t even look at Sans once in that whole brief encounter, which of course left him feeling even more like shit.
Firsk continued with her silent treatment much to Sans utter annoyance and frustration for the next few days. Even when he had come home from work in the evening with not only one, but a bag load of books from the Librarby that she had been interested in before as a means of an apology; she only gave him a small thank you before immediately burying her nose in one of the larger novels, leaving Sans felling like he wanted to bash his skull through a wall.
It wasn’t till the next day that she reemerged rom her room wearing her new plain black dress that Toriel had gotten for her. Sans and Papyrus were again both off and sans was currently on the couch while Papyrus was dusting some of the book shelves in the living room. Sans didn’t even notice Frisk’s approach at first as he had almost gotten used to her ignoring him until she was standing right in front of him staring down at him with determined eyes. Sans met her stare with his own steady pinprick.
“OH FRISK WHAT A NICE DRESS.” Papyrus beamed happily as he continued on with his chores.
“Thank you Papyrus.” Frisk replied, but she did not break her gaze away from Sans. “I’ve decided that I am going to go pay my respects to Joey today.” Silence fell heavy over the room and Sans’ grin twitched.
“Or are you now?” He asked her. Papyrus quickly moved between Frisk and his brother, laughing nervously as he tried to dissuade the building tension. He had been somewhat aware of the uneasiness that had formed around the two of them lately.
“AH FRISK, THAT DOES SOUND LOVELY, BUT PERHAPS WE SHOULD WAIT UNTIL THINGS GET A LITTLE BIT CALMER?” He tried to suggest. Frisk adamantly shook her head no.
“I didn’t get to say goodbye to him before he left the apartment. I want to say goodbye now.” She replied.
Papyrus faltered not really able to find it in himself to try and talk her out of it after that response. He turned back to his brother, a pleading expression on his face to help him out. Sans was silent for a moment as he stared over at Frisk calmly, but by the looks of her expression she wasn’t going to be backing down easily.
Sans immediately knew that he shouldn’t try to sugar coat it and just tell her no plain and simple. These stunts of hers had to end, but then he suddenly remembered the little funeral procession that he had witnessed at the cemetery, and how different the ceremony had been to what monsters were used to, how openly everyone grieved around each other and the sadness in the air. He wondered if that was just what humans needed to do. Maybe that’s what Frisk needed, to vent her sadness and actually say goodbye.
“Please.” Frisk then said. Her hard expression had softened somewhat and Sans saw a desperate glimmer in her sad brown eyes. He sighed to himself, now he really didn’t have a choice anymore after getting a look like that.
“Alright kid.” He finally said giving in, to not only his own surprise but also apparently to Papyrus’ and Frisk’s as well.
“B-BROTHER ARE YOU SURE THAT THAT IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?” Papyrus then said, obviously feeling unsure on the matter.
“It’s ok Paps, I’ll go with her and make sure that its only one little quick trip.” Sans replied, pointedly making sure that Frisk understood that he wasn’t all too happy about this. Though despite his less then chipper tone a smile quickly bloomed across Frisk’s face regardless and Sans couldn’t help but feel relieved that she would no longer be angry with him anymore. Ah geez, he really had turned soft hadn’t he?
“Thank you Sans! I’ll go get my shoes.” Frisk said perking up immediately and Sans almost groaned aloud, disappointed with himself at how easily he had caved. He simply sighed instead before hoisting himself off the couch to follow Frisk out the door.
“DO BECARFUL BROTHER.” Papyrus called after him, still sounding concerned. Sans nodded back in answer.
“Will do Paps.” He said as he also couldn’t deny the inkling that this was probably a bad idea.
He met Frisk outside of her room. She was dressed in her coat and had her new black penny loafers on as she waited expectantly. Sans sauntered up next to her.
“You know that this isn’t going to become a regular thing right?” He said harshly causing the small smile that Frisk had on to fade as a slightly guilty expression settled across her face instead.
“I know.” She said. “I don’t expect it to, and I won’t complain anymore, but I really do want to say goodbye. I… I missed my chance before Joey left the apartment that day.”
“Alright.” Sans said turning toward the stair case, while also trying to smother another pang of guilt at Frisk’s morose mood, remembering that it was his fault that she had locked herself away in her room that day when Joey left . “Just as long as we are both on the same page now.”
Frisk nodded earnestly back, which Sans found at least somewhat satisfying as now he knew that she wouldn’t give him anymore grief about staying put for a change.
The two made their way down the stairs and through the bar. Sans lead the way toward the Buick parked on the curb outside. He knew that Frisk would have preferred to walk, but there was no way that he was going to invite any more risk into this already chancy trip. In fact, if he had his way then he would have insisted on taking a short cut though he refrained as he knew that they had an ill effect on Frisk’s stomach. Driving was the next safest bet.
Sans held the door open for Frisk as perusal until she was settled, then waltzed around to his side of the car. He looked around at his surroundings uneasily, already feeling antsy about being out in the open. His nerves did settle some however, once he started up the engine and began driving toward the cemetery. It was cold out after all, there really shouldn’t be anyone there during this time of year.
Sans took the back roads, avoiding many of the main streets as to try and remain as inconspicuous as possible. When they made it to the black gates he parked the Buick behind a gnarled old tree on the curb. It was quite and still, the only sound was that of Sans’ shoes crunching over top of the freshly fallen snow. No one was around, but Sans still found the silence untrustworthy as he made his way over to Frisks door. When she was out of the vehicle Sans absentmindedly settled a hand on her shoulder wanting to keep her close if danger did happen to show itself. Frisk cleared her throat and stepped out from under his guard however, reminding Sans that they were out in public. He hesitantly withdrew it to his side, he knew that she was right, and if there were any visitors in the graveyard they couldn’t be spotted so closely together but he still didn’t like it.
“Let’s just make this quick yeah?” Sans said he tried to hide his uneasiness, but it was very apparent already to Frisk that he felt restless. She could see it in the way his pinpricks kept darting around.
“Ok.” She agreed simply, not wanting to put him anymore on edge as she briskly strolled her way through the cemetery’s entrance.
They were silent as they walked, Frisk a little in front of Sans so he could keep her well within his sights. When they made it to Joey’s grave Sans hung back just a tad bit more as to allow her some privacy but still remained close at hand regardless.
Frisk stared down at Joey’s tombstone, the dark granite freshly carved, with his name neatly engraved over its polished surface. She fidgeted a little awkwardly in front of her friends resting place, as now that she was here she wasn’t really sure what to do or say. She kicked herself mentally, thinking now that she should have brought a gift or maybe some flowers, though the winter snow probably would have destroyed anything that she would have left behind for him, so instead she crouched down in front of his grave and extended a hand out to the cold smooth stone.
“Hey there Joey been a while.” She said.
Frisk tried to muster a smile up for him, but found that a lump had settled in her throat making it hard for her to maintain.
“I wanted to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me.” She continued keeping her voice as even as she could. “And not only for keeping my whereabouts a secret from the Gambinos, but also for before then… you were the only person that I could really call a friend when I was on my own. I’m sorry I couldn’t repay your kindness. It was my fault that they found you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same you did for me.” Frisks voice then grew wobbly as she struggled to fight back the swell of sorrow forming in her chest.
Sans turned his head a little bit more away, feeling like he wasn’t supposed to witness Frisk’s regretful confession, though he also wished that he could be closer and provide her with some company at the same time.
Frisk remained in front of Joey’s stone for a little while longer in silence before she sniffled a final time and stood up wiping at her cheeks. She then turned back around and headed back to Sans’ side.
“Ok, we can go now.” She said, her voice quiet as she kept her head bowed hiding her teary eyes. Sans nodded letting her lead the way back toward the exit.
The walk back was somehow even more silent then before, and Sans just couldn’t take it anymore. He strolled up next to Frisk placing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. Anyone who was potentially watching be damned; he only wanted to give her some comfort. Frisk didn’t resist, grateful for the support as she leaned into his embrace.
They continued on their way down the snowy cemetery path, but then Sans saw something peculiar ahead of them. There were three other sets of footprints alongside their old tracks in the snow. Sans tensed and dropped his arm off of Frisk. This normally wouldn’t raise any cause for alarm as this was a public place and all. It could just be another visitor coming to pay their own respects to the deceased, but what was truly unnerving was how the three footprints all broke off from the path at the same time, heading in different directions toward some form of cover. Sans activated his left eye, not taking any chances but still kept his casual gate, this time taking the lead. Frisk noticed his shift in mood and also started looking around uneasily, making sure to stay close to Sans’ side.
As they continued wearily Sans snapped his pinpricks to a dark shadow that flashed next to the path darting between a pair of large stone weeping angel statues. He reacted quickly calling forth his magic and summoning up a wall of bones too block off the unknown individuals escape. Sans then drew his gun, immediately cocked the hammer and aimed it over toward the grave marker that the stranger was hiding behind. He decided to not rely on his magic too heavily in case a smoker might be involved.
“Alright pal hands up where I can see em, I got a gun aimed” Sans cautioned motioning for Frisk to get behind him.
There was silence for a few moments, but then the sound of someone shuffling in the snow permeated the chilly still air and a man appeared out from behind the tombstone. He had a sinister scowl on his face, his eyes dark with anger, but he complied with Sans’ wishes, holding his hands up which revealed in one of them a smoker ready to be triggered. Sans’ sockets narrowed as he took a step forward.
“Well friend, looks like you’re in a bit of a bind here so why don’t you call out to your partners and have every one step out in the open where I can see them, then well all have a nice chat and figure out how we can all go home without anybody doing anything stupid.” Sans then said. The Mobster sneered and remained silent. Sans sighed.
He knew that the other Gambino foot shoulders would have to be fairly close by, and he also knew that he was in a bit of a rough spot. The others would most likely have guns and if he gave them an opening then they would shoot him without hesitation. It was actually a wonder that they hadn’t already but then sans realized that the reason that they hadn’t was probably because they didn’t want to risk shooting Frisk in the process.
Sans then materialized a very sharp looking half formed tibia bone. He kept its pointed tip hovering right at the captured mobster’s throat. The mobster let out an involuntary yelp, startled by the sudden appearance of the dagger like bone inches away from his exposed neck.
“Ok buddy I’ll do the honors and call em out for you instead.” Sans then said turning toward the rest of the graveyard.
“Hey! I got your boy here! You want him back come and get him!” He called.
There was silence again before two other mobsters also emerged from crouching behind their own tombstones down the path. Sans readjusted his aim, making sure both mobster where in range of his line of fire. Frisk curled herself up behind him feeling the immediate urge to flee take over her senses as adrenalin pulsed through her veins. This sort of situation was almost too familiar to her.
Both the other mobsters also had guns but neither had them raised. One of them chuckled lowly.
“Didn’t think you monsters were very fond of guns.” He challenged and Sans smirked back.
“Well when you all started making a habit of brining those swanky new smokers into town magic really didn’t seem to be cutting it anymore, not to mention bullets don’t really seem to be affected by it so much.” He replied easily.
“Boss! If I activate it then he won’t have his magic! You can take him out!” The quivering mobster with the smoker called out desperately. Sans shot his burning eye quickly over to the mobster not bothering to skimp on his warning.
“You do that buddy and I can guarantee that your throat will be sliced right open before that smoke even reaches me” He threatened darkly. The pinned mobster immediately flinched at the skeletons words.
“Easy, easy now.” The other mobster said calmly. “We aren't looking to spill any blood today. Bobby why don't you just toss that smoker where it wont do no harm alright?" Bobby nodded nervously, trusting in his partners steady gaze before letting the smoker go. It fell softly in a pile of snow at his feet.
"We only wanted to take the girl, but you caught us off guard fair and square, so how about you let our boy go and we let you go?” The calm mobster then suggested to Sans.
Sans raised a brow bone. The mobster in front of him seemed to at ease about this whole situation for his liking, but none of them had presented him with a threat that he couldn’t handle. They may just know that there wasn’t any other way out of this unless they wanted to risk their partner’s life, and were just making a respectable retreat.
“Ok then.” Sans responded. “Me and the girl are gonna back down this path slowly. You make any moves for your weapons and your friend over there bleeds out. When we make it to the gate I’ll let him go sound good?” The calm mobster nodded.
“Perfectly agreeable.” He said.
Sans then ushered Frisk further behind him as he began walking forward. She stayed right on his heels clinging to his coat as they passed between the two other mobsters. Sans turned around, walking backwards while still shielding Frisk as to keep the mobsters in his line of fire, but neither made a move to pull their guns, apparently staying true to their deal.
They continued to edge further away from the threat. Frisk felt her heart beat start to calm down with the distance that they put between themselves and the mobsters, but then something grabbed her from behind, tearing her forcefully from Sans side. She screamed.
Sans instantly turned to the new threat his magic flaring with his panic, but the sound of the other two mobsters guns as they cocked back their hammers and raised their weapons forced him to smother it back. Another mobster had been hiding down the path, also crouched behind a tombstone. Sans hadn’t seen his footsteps as he had broken off from the main pack earlier leaving no evidence of his presence down the road.
He held Frisk with a knife to her throat. As Sans stared at him with anger he could see that this mobster wasn’t in the best shape as it was. He looked tired as if just grabbing Frisk and keeping her from fighting was taking a toll on him. Then Sans noticed the dark patch of blood leaking through the mobster’s coat. He had been injured before and had probably reopened his wound in the struggle. Hell, he most likely wasn’t even supposed to be part of the ambush which was why he was so far away from the others.
“Sorry there Franky, didn’t mean to make you work for this one, but the short guys smarter then he looks.” The calm mobster said, his gun trained on Sans. The mobster known as Franky smiled tiredly in response.
“That’s ok Marco, couldn’t risk her getting away, not when we had an opportunity like this. Haha see I knew she and that Bannacci fella were involved. I told ya she would show up here to see the dead stiff eventually.” Franky said laughing victoriously.
Sans sockets darkened. He understood now. These mobsters were the ones that had killed Joey at the cottage, and this one, Franky, was the one that Joey managed to stab before they took him out.
“Hate to spoil your good mood and all, but ain’t you forgetting about something here?” Sans then said his grin menacing as he regaining the mobster’s attention before he flared his magic and edged the tibia bones sharpened point closer to their captured partner’s throat. Bobby started to panic and shout. The other two stiffened and more sharply aimed there weapons.
“Knock that off or you’ll be eating bullets!” Marco warned.
“Heh, tibia frank fellas I wouldn’t do that if I were you. See, if you pull that trigger, your friend gets shiskabobbied, nothing that I will be able to do to stop it. It would be quite the grave mistake if you get my meaning. So give me back the girl and no one gets hurt.” Sans explained his tone anything but jovial as his words reverberated dangerously throughout the cemetery.
Frisk watched on helpless as she tried to struggle free from the mobster holding her against her will, but every time she so much as fidgeted. Franky pressed the knife more firmly against her throat. Now with Sans threat his grip had tightened on her so much that it was starting to hurt, and the blade nicked her skin causing a trickle of blood to skate down her neck. sans sockets grew dangerously black as his cyan iris burned on .
“Let the kid go pal.” He warned again.
“Not a chance skeleton!” Franky spat back. “See we can’ t show our faces to Ludo again, not without the girl so you’re thick if you think we are leaving here without her! In fact, you’re really not in the position to be making orders. The only thing keeping you alive is that hostage you’re holding so killing him would be a very wrong move.” He continued. Sans remained unyielding as he advanced the tibia bone closer, now the tip was digging in to the trapped mobster’s neck who had started screaming.
“F- Franky…” Marco stuttered. His previous calm façade shattered by his partners screams of pain and panic.
Franky tensed but refused to give up his prize.
“You’re a fool skeleton! You’re willing to get dusted for a human dame really? I don’t buy it! I’m calling your bluff! It’s just a job to keep her guarded, but if you let him go I’ll let you leave unharmed. Yeah you might get in trouble with your boss, but hey you’ll get to see another sunrise. Ain’t that worth the cost?” He said bartering. Sans still refused to budge.
“Heh, I’m in all or nothing pal.” Sans replied darkly continuing his advance.
Frisk was frantic now as she watched the twisted game of chicken happening right before her eyes. She couldn’t do it, not again, sit and watch as Sans got himself killed over her. How many times had she seen him turn to dust in her dreams? She couldn’t bear to witness it again in real life! She hated this. Why did she have to be so god dammed useless! This was her fault, she had made him take her here!
Suddenly her panicked mind hushed for a moment as her surroundings seemed to fade to the background. She felt something stir in her soul. At first she recognized the feeling as her own anger. The anger she had about not being able to protect the ones that she loved, about constantly being a burden. It was a heavy feeling as it was mostly aimed at herself, at her inability to do anything, but then she suddenly felt a perspective switch. Right now she realized that her anger would be far more useful if she focused it on the three men currently holding her hostage, the men that were going to again take someone precious away from her. Her anger sharpened then into something darker, much darker.
Hatred filled her up. It washed over her like dark black water cold and numbing. As she looked over the three men. She realized then that they meant nothing to her, she felt nothing for them, so hence they were nothing. Frisk then heard a voice whisper in her ear, a voice she recognized form her nightmares. Chara’s voice bright and mischievous.
“Come on now Frisk, enough dawdling already.” It said, and then everything went black.