Hmm...maybe he would take a quick nap, eat a little snack and if his little lady still hadn’t popped by he would take it upon himself to go looking for his little sweetheart-
A harsh knocking on the door got his attention, jolting him out of his relaxed posture.
So soon little lady?
A cruel smile came over his face as he got up and walked to the door, quickly straightening out the wrinkles in his dress shirt and wiping the sweat from his face.
This was it. This was the moment that he was waiting for. His little lady standing before him, scared and desperate and looking at him like he was the only one who could help her. Her savior.
He opened the door and offered his beautiful little lady a welcoming grin and a tiny bow. Aw...she was so scared she was trembling...and she wouldn’t even look at him.
Don’t be miserable, little lady. I’ll make all your problems go away. You’ll be so happy, you won’t think of anybody, but me-
“HOW DARE YOU YOU BASTARD!”
Sans took a shock step back as his little lady snapped her head up at him. Her eyes were so hot, so angry that Sans was sure if she had the ability to do so, red smoke would be pouring out of her eyes. And the HATE. There was no fear, no desperation, no remorse. Only anger and HATE.
Jesus , Sans thought to himself, his sockets wide as he looked her over.
If Frisk didn’t have that unnatural look on her face, Sans would have admired the way her chest was heaving heavily up and down and the alluring flush on her cheeks and that sexy aggressive stance. But...that complete and utter look of HATE on her face…it felt so FINAL...so...so...so...so unlike her.
This wasn’t what he had been expecting. That look. Sure he had seen a lot of unflattering looks on her face during their meetings together: anger, disgust, resentment, fear, panic