Pies and Fists
With just five days until Christmas, you were feeling more anxious than ever. You hadn’t talked to Sans since you ran out on him yesterday. You were worried you’d melt into an apologizing mess again. Instead, you opted to hanging out with Frisk and Toriel.
Her house was always very welcoming, almost like a second home. The warm wood interior always looked flawless and you could imagine yourself spending hours there, just relaxing.
You and Frisk were doodling on the floor. Frisk was drawing some of their friends, while you were trying to draw your lilies by memory. Every once and a while they would lean over to watch your progress, giving you a thumbs up and returning to their own work. You would do the same as well. Their art was genuinely pretty good. After they had finished one of their school friends - an armless monster they called ‘MK’ - they hiked the pad to their knees and refused to let you watch what they were drawing.
Shrugging it off, you returned to your own work. Frisk nudged you several minutes later. When you looked up, they shoved what they were working on into your lap.
Of course, it was a drawing of you and Sans. You couldn’t help but smile, despite yesterday’s events. Once again, there were two blue hearts in between your heads in the drawing.
“Why are the hearts blue, not red?” you wondered aloud.
“I can only assume that they’re drawing your souls,” Toriel answered as she strode into the room. You looked up at her when you heard her voice. She stood in the doorway, smiling down at the two of you.
“My soul, huh?” you said, You knew about souls after they were spoken about when monsters had first surfaced, but no one really tried to look into them more after that. You’re sure most humans haven’t seen their souls, you included.
“Can you see it? Can you show me it? It is a thing that can be shown right?” questioned spewed out of your mouth about the subject.
Toriel laughed at your sudden enthusiasm, “Well, yes, you can see what your soul looks like, but…” she trailed off, leaning closing enough to you for Frisk to be out of earshot, “It tends to have very intimate reasons outside of combat…”
“O-oh my gosh!” you exclaimed, blushing profusely, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
She let out another laugh and placed a furry hand on your shoulder, “It’s alright, dear. You didn’t know,”she smiled and stood up straight.
“I just finished some pie, would you two like some?”
Frisk jumped up excitedly, dropping their drawing supplies on the ground. A small chuckle escaped your lips and you stood up yourself, nodding.
The pie was her trademark butterscotch-cinnamon pie, and it melted in your mouth. It felt like you were eating a piece of heaven itself.
“Gosh, Toriel, your pies are the best,” you gushed out after finishing your slice.
“You’re too kind,” she returned, holding a hand up to her face.
“I mean it, it’s like… oh I don’t know. It’s more than just good tasting, it brings up fond memories I guess,” you giggled sheepishly, trying to explain your train of thought.
She seemed to still take the compliment well, “I’m touched,” she smiled warmly at you.
Frisk who had already devoured their food, watched you two converse in a boring manner, standing up soon after and dragging you along with them. You drew with them for a little longer, giving them pointers as they went along, even though you weren’t an expert artist yourself. Sticking the couple drawing they gave you in the most recent page of your sketchbook, you asked if they had any games they wanted to play.
They jumped up at the question and pulled out virtually every board game in the house to show you. After exhausting every game that could be two player, Frisk pulled Toriel in and you played every other game that could have three players. It was already past nine by the time you finished a game, and you decided it was best you went back home.
Frisk pouted at your farewell, and Toriel asked if you needed a ride. You politely declined, not wanting to bug them anymore than you already have. Plugging your earbuds in for the walk home, you sent one final wave their way and walked out onto the sidewalk.
You skipped to the beat of your music, twirling one of the buds in your hand as you danced along. Compared to the last two days, today went much better in every way possible. You didn’t get lost in public for several hours, and you didn’t manage to piss off your boyfriend with one word. This week was taking a weird turn and if you were honest, you were a little scared to see how it would end. And how the next one would begin.
At the thought of next week, you pulled out your phone and sent out a quick message to them. You needed to talk to them before Christmas, and man you were running out of time.
Within two days, ugh. Hope they have just as much of a life as I do.
Satisfied with your message, you placed your phone back into your bag, continuing on you merry way home. You would have gotten home nice and quick if you paid attention to your surroundings.
So, you never noticed a hand reach out and pull you off the street. As you were dragged aside, another hand was clamped over your mouth.
“Shhh, don’t say a thing and maybe, you won’t get hurt,” they grumbled something else under their breath, but you didn’t quite catch it.
As they led you further away, you struggled to break free from their grip. When they proved too strong for that, you settled for biting as hard as you could into their palm. The hand fliched away as they grunted in pain. With their concentration broken, you were able to escape their grasp. Tightening your hands into fists, you did your best to look menacing at the person as you backed away.
They were a very angry man, staring daggers at you. You felt your heart drop as he took a step towards you. There goes any kind of composure you built up in the past minute.
“Never told me they’d fight back,” he spat, towering over you, “Didn’t think you had it in ya, princess.”
Before he could snatch you up again, you drew in a deep breath and smashed your right fist into his face. He staggered back, clutching at his now bloody nose. You giggled slightly at what you managed to do, before backing away and bolting out of the scene. Giving yourself a mental note to thank Undyne training you to be able to do that, you found yourself running to the skeleton brother’s house. You were positive you wouldn’t be safe home alone.
“hey- woah _____, what’s wrong?” Sans questioned when you fell through the front door after he opened it. Your heart was racing a mile a minute and you could barely breathe. Sitting on the ground and leaning against the now closed door, you grasped at your chest, trying to even out your breathing. Sans knelt in front of you, eye lights filled with concern.
“M-man,” you gasped out, “H-he tried to d-do s-something. I-I-I d-don’t know wh-what.”
“deep breaths, okay?” his voice low and quiet. He rubbed your back as you gulped in air.
“C-can I st-stay the night?”
“of course,” he rested his forehead against yours, watching your eyes intensely.
After you got your heart and breathing to a normal rate, you leaned into his touch, sighing deeply.
“you can’t fall asleep here, babe,” his chuckle resonated throughout you. You groaned in protest and snuggled into his chest. Seeing that you wouldn’t budge, Sans huffed and slid his arms underneath you, picking you up in the process.
“I haven’t ran that much in my life, like, ever,” you mumbled, eyelids already heavy.
“i’m just glad you’re safe.”