Frisk's feet dangled off the ground as her back was slammed into the sharp brick of the nearest building, her cries of fear going unheard. Fear climbed higher in her system as she watched a sadistic smile bloom on her attacker's face, the lack of remorse evident in the way he stared down at her, the way he licked his lips in anticipation.

Unwilling to do nothing, she writhed desperately against him, flailing her body in an attempt to free herself, but she was well and truly stuck, his larger frame pinning her completely to the wall. His chuckle filled her mind, the bastard had leaned down to whisper vile things in her ear, ideas of how he could use her body, kill the life growing inside her, how he would continue on to hurt more of her kind just like those that came before her.

Tears welled up behind her eyes as she thought of the numerous monsters he had assaulted, how she would not be the last. Fear and rage consumed her, filling her mind with only one thought.

We have to live!

Reaching up between their pressed bodies, she raked her nails across his face, digging in deep and thanking a higher power that she had forgotten to file her nails that morning.

Blood spilt underneath her claws, flesh giving way to gashes as she ripped chunks of his face off. Hissing in pain, he slammed her head back into the brick, bringing a hand up to strangle her neck while she fought off waves of pain and disorientation.

She choked as she struggled to breathe, reaching up and clawing at his hands desperately, earning another hard slam to her head as his grip only tightened, that dark laugh ringing in her ears as she fought desperately. A disgustingly wet tongue lapped at her flesh as it traveled up the free space of her neck up to her ear, where he nipped the appendage roughly.

"At least you taste good, monster whore."

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he manhandled her behind, pushing her against his growing erection, the action making her struggle anew. Revulsion swirled in the pit of her gut, forcing bile to rise as the man moved back, attempting to remove her layers.

"Pl-Please! S-Stop!" She whispered, looking to the side to see if anyone was around, if help would come, but there was none to be found.

He laughed darkly and pulled her chin upwards, "But why would I when we can have so much fun?"

He pried her chin down, forcing her mouth to part and open up, stealing an unwilling kiss as he ripped through the buttons of her coat. Her mind blanked as he ground into her once more, the lack of oxygen leaving her dizzy and unfocused.

Doing the only thing she could, she reached up and grabbed both sides of his face as he dominated her mouth and forced every ounce of fear induced panic into calling on her powers. She need not wait long as purple flames engulfed her hands, flaring brightly against his face only to sear the flesh and make the creep scream in anger filled pain.

The creep stepped back to escape the pain she inflicted, and without any hesitation, she slammed her body into his, turning on her heel before sprinting to the main street out of the alley. She only had a few precious moments and she planned to make good use of it.

Unfortunately, he was faster than she, reaching out to grab her roughly by her long locks, snatching her head back as she cried out in pain. Flailing desperately against the vice grip of his arms, she barely registered the punch to the back of her head, making her head spin and her stomach heave.

"You stupid, little bitch! Using dirty tricks like that.. well that's quite all right. I've got plenty of ways to pay you back for that stunt you pulled," he emphasized by running his hands along her breasts, groping hard enough that she would surely bruise later.

Out of complete fear and desperation she called out to the one person she needed most, "SANS!"

Sneering down at the noisy girl, the man threw her harshly against the rough pavement, watching as she curled weakly on her side and clutching at her stomach protectively, although she could have just been fighting off waves of nausea he supposed. It mattered not, either way he would still have his fun.

A cruel smirk lit up his face, his eyes boring into her trembling form as she whispered her love's name in a quiet plea, "Crying for your man? How poetic. But perhaps you should focus on the one in front of you."

As if to prove his point, he smashed his boot clad foot into her face, her cheek cracking from the impact. Her screams filled the alley once more as he took his time disrobing, watching as she fought to stand and took blow after blow in consequence.

"Go ahead," he cooed bitterly, malevolent glee etched in his voice," Cry. Plead for mercy. Call for your monster, but in the end, you will be mine."

Frisk curled up away from his attacks, shielding her stomach as best she could, unwilling to let him harm the life growing within her, no matter how severely she suffered.

It felt like an eternity, the blows never ceasing, always raining down upon her curled form, the attacks centering around her head and stomach. Her strength had long since faded, it taking everything she had to remain locked in the fetal position. When she stopped struggling and was on the very precipice of consciousness, he dropped to his knees, trapping her underneath his bulky frame.

Deft hands moved to rip the remainder of her clothes from her body, but a searing pain engulfed his body before he was thrown head first into the brick wall, face cracking against the brick ironically.

The man landed at an awkward angle, which he was sure had sprained his arm, if not at least cracked it. Blazing pain wracked the appendage and with a hiss of rage, he looked up at the face of his attacker.

Scorching blue flames arose from the monster's left eye, "You shouldn't have done that, kiddo. Now you're gonna have a bad time.."

Moving faster than the eye could see, Sans launched himself at the man as he rose to shaky feet, driving a glittering blue bone completely through his thigh, reveling in each pain filled scream that wracked his body.  The monster before him let cold blue fire envelop his arm before plunging it into his stomach, allowing the flames to cauterize the now gaping hole that once was his small intestine,  watching g with crazed glee as his victim slumped over, curling in to protect that which was no longer there. With his skeletal hand, he wrenched the man by his hair, forcing his neck back, cracking a vertebrae or two in his enthusiasm.

"Go ahead, scream for me. Let me hear your suffering. Such a beautiful, tragic song you'll make.." he laughed, watching the man's eyes fill with tears, falling to the floor as the damage caught up with his damaged mind, his screams no longer rage induced, but bloodcurdling and pleading.

There would be no mercy. A glowing blue fist slammed into his arm, pulverizing the bone beneath, "How's it feel to be the victim now? Helpless and afraid before the person who'll end your very existence."

Plunge after plunge of Sans' bones or even his own hand earned him a horrifying scream as he prolonged his punishment, using every trick in his arsenal to make the bastard suffer. Singing an eye socket, ripping off the cartilage of his ear, cutting out his tongue, anything to enhance his agony.  Unfortunately, the fun carried on for only a minute or so since he already had the fatal wound in his stomach, but to Sans, he would make this man's last moments an eternity of suffering. There was no remorse or empathy reflected in the skeleton's gaze, not even when the man's glazed over with certain death. Sans only smiled and summoned his Gaster Blaster to blow the fucker to smithereens.

Once that filth had been taken care of he bent down and picked up his beaten wife. His eye settled back to its normal white lights, tears clung to his sockets at the sight of her so bruised and broken. She was barely conscious, but it was clear by the look of shock and horror on her face that she had at least seen some of the brutal torture he had bestowed upon the human trash. He did the only thing he could think to do, teleported underground to New Home.

He kicked in the door and yelled as loud as he could to draw attention to their situation, "TORIEL, COME QUICK!" They didn't have to wait long until the goat mother frantically sprinted into the entryway.

"Sans, wh-" she started, but the sight of her child caused her words to die in her throat. Letting out a wail of despair, she snatched the unconscious monster from his grasp and dashed into her bedroom. Laying her down on the sheets in quick gentleness, she went to work removing her clothes to look over the extent of her injuries.

Blood was leaking out of a large gash on the back of her head, an arm was cradled against her side making the goat mother concerned it was broken, and the rest of her body was littered with bruises and small cuts. The wound to her head was the most concerning, the gash going far past the flesh to the very bone. There was no telling how much blood she had lost, and the monster could only hope it wasn't too late to save her child. The goat monster sobbed as she pushed forth her healing magic to her paws and settled them against her daughter's stomach. While she focused on her task, she gently probed for the feeling of life. It took a few moments, but she felt it. The feeling of magic swirling beneath her paws gave her renewed hope and she forced as much of her healing power into the fragile body beneath her. She would not let her daughter die before bringing her child into the world.

A crash and yell could be heard from outside the room, loud footsteps racing down the hallway and not a moment later the human girl ran into the room and dropped to her knees at the bedside. A loud wail tore from her throat as she took in the sight of her sister, battered and disheveled on the bed. Tears coursed down her cheek as she reached out to hold her sister's hand, never once breaking her gaze away even as the queen snapped at her to stay back. She adamantly refused, clinging to her sister desperately, her heart weighing heavily in her chest as she sobbed brokenly that she should have been there.

Sans went to her side and for the first time in years prayed to any god that would hear his pleas, to save her very life.