The problem with this monster is that she probably enjoyed danger, and pissing people off just a little bit too much. How Andrew was able to put up with her was anyone's guess, (maybe like Sans was to Frisk, she might have been sweeter towards him), but honestly, being in her presence was a nightmare. Already in the span of being here and being allowed to walk around, she made Chara and Asriel strongly dislike her by getting into conversations and trying to stir up shit that really didn't concern her. Chara might have just smacked the smug little smile right off of her face, and the fox could have clawed at hers had the two boys, (Andrew and Asriel), not been holding them back.

You would think that with the situation Blair had managed to get herself into, with her being trapped in these headquarters with no way out and no one to save her, she would perhaps learn a thing or two. But no. The way she saw it was that if she was stuck here, she might as well have made the most of it. It did make her roll her eyes how whenever she wanted to stir up trouble, Andrew tried his hardest to convince her that really wasn't a good idea. His persistence in trying to tell her that increased when she had decided it would be fun to eavesdrop on the conversation between the goat, the human and the skeleton, and that she would randomly butt in at the most unneeded moment.

Like Sans took care of Frisk, her ass. For the longest time that skeleton had been training the 20 year old girl how to murder other people, how to escape from the law. If anything he had been turning her into an even worse of a person; someone that would probably start getting a joy out of killing with the more and more she did it. Her ex-boyfriend was not fantastic. He was not great. Truth be told Blair could hardly see what that little skank saw in him. It was why she had left him for something more worth her time. A better group, more power, more fun. 

"Like hell he takes good care of her." Blair mocked, stepping into the room with her anxious boyfriend(?) in tow. The relationship between Blair and Andrew was pretty confusing, but if anything, being the outsider looking in, it seemed like he cared more about her than she did about him. Seeing her come into the room, it was no surprise that the expression on Sans' face soured, while Frisk frowned and Toriel rose an eyebrow, recognising Blair as none other than Sans' ex-girlfriend. Toriel had been the only other person who had known about their relationship when they had actually been together, (but hadn't known the events of their break-up. Only Frisk knew that).

"Oh, you are... Your name... Blair, was it?" Toriel questioned, while Blair grinned as she placed a hand on her hip, surprised that the goat woman still remembered her name. It made her wonder if it was because Sans always spoke about her because he might have "missed her so dearly". She could almost scoff at the idea. Either that or Toriel just never really forgot a face, (and unknown to Blair it was more of option two, considering Sans never spoke of Blair ever again after she betrayed him... Until that conversation with Frisk).

"oh, tell her to fuck off." Sans grumbled, feeling all eyes upon him as the pupils were gone from his sockets, and he wouldn't stop glaring daggers at this bitch. He would never forgive her for the way she treated him, ever. Hating her was so much easier when she seemed like she had absolutely no plans whatsoever to change. She was still the same horrid person. How had he been such a fool to believe she had been his sweetheart at one point? It would never stop being something he would cringe at, or be ashamed of. Being with her and being so blind to the true monster she really was made him feel like a tool.

"I'm only speaking the truth." Blair smirked, while Andrew decided to speak, trying to interfere with the conversation in the hopes of pushing it back and stopping it from escalating. However, Sans only gave him the death glare next when he decided to say a word, so he shut up, taking it as the hint that this conversation didn't concern him. Ever since Frisk had gotten hurt in that one argument he had with Sans, Andrew tried his hardest not to say anything in return to him if he snapped, even if he was lying in a bed right now, seeming unable to really get up and move.

"the hell ya are. like ya would know what it's like to look after someone. i don't get what andrew sees in ya. if ya two were to have a family together or somethin', ya would probably decide to kill the child." He mocked, snarling like a fierce predator. Blair narrowed her eyes at such a comment, seeming like what he had said had struck a nerve with her. So far she was only being nice, as she hadn't yet revealed what Sans had been doing to turn Frisk into a murder. But if that was the game he wanted to play...

"Well, at least I'm not training people to turn into murderers. Ain't that right? How you're taking some sweet innocent girl and turning her into a killing machine." Blair replied, instantly causing Toriel's eyes to land upon the man; her pupils began pressing for answers. In the same way a strict parent gave you that look where they wanted you to tell them the truth. Sans grumbled under his breath, as turning Frisk into some kind of monster had been something he had been fearing. He wanted to say it was not like that, that that wasn't what he had been doing at all. But what had he been doing? Thankfully, Frisk might have been able to answer that question for him.

"That's not true!" Frisk suddenly snapped, stepping back from Sans' side, to walk across the room, right up to Blair so they were standing face to face. The fox was only a little shorter than her. When Frisk had gone to walk towards her, Sans had tried to reach out for her wrist to stop her, to not much avail. Truthfully, he was taken away by her blurting out of nowhere; Blair's comment must have really bothered her for her to react like that. It was like the times when he and Frisk would sometimes argue, and she would only snap at him with frustration if she truly was frustrated. This must have been one of those times.

"If you must know, rather than trying to drag Sans through the dirt, he was training me because I asked him to." Frisk growled, knowing her mother probably wouldn't approve. At the current point in time, Frisk wasn't looking at Toriel's expression, and was instead focused on the furry face before her that wore a look of smugness that made her just want to... It made her want to slap that look right off of her face. It was a little scary that Frisk wanted to resort to such measures inside her head, but no one made her blood boil like this girl did.

"Why would you ask him to train you to be a murderer? Is it so you can be more like him?" Blair mocked, feeling Andrew grip onto her wrist to hold her back in case she thought of doing anything. However, it wasn't like there was much stopping what was going to happen next, as the second the fox had spoken those words, the human girl had took her hand and connected it right across her face in anger.

"Like you are any better?! Will you please stop trying to torment him!? I don't know what the fuck he ever did to you. What he might have ever done to hurt you... But the story he told me about you, how you hurt him like that, it honestly made me sick to my stomach!" Frisk seethed, watching Blair's wide eyes flit as she was holding her own hand to her face, like she was debating what she wanted to do in reaction to this human girl lashing out at her. 

"For the people you love, you're supposed to be there for them. You're supposed to be able to protect them; support them! I asked for Sans to train me because you know why? I wanted to be able to look after him like he looks after me. I'm not some sick killer like you who would gladly torture and murder people only for shits and giggles. So, stop. Stop, stop, stop, STOP trying to shame Sans. Stop trying to ruin my relationship with this man that means so much to me, because I will try and stop you from getting in the way if you even continue to try!" Frisk ranted, shocking the room into silence. 

Her hands that had been balled up into fists slowly began to loosen, as she exhaled and rolled her shoulders. Everyone in the room looked taken aback, even Sans. It was difficult to think of what Blair was thinking, as she still seemed to be debating how to react. It was then that she growled and almost looked like she was ready to lash out at Frisk, but thankfully Andrew held her back and tried his hardest to pull her out of the room, away from all the drama. 

When returning to Sans' bedside, Frisk gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry... I just... Really needed to get that out." She murmured, hoping it didn't change his opinion of her. She liked to be patient with people, she really, honestly did. However, if someone kept trying her patience, over and over and over again, she might really just lose her temper. She couldn't stay perfect and nice forever, not towards people like Blair. 

"...ya didn't have to do that." Sans told her, sounding genuinely thankful that Frisk had decided to stand up for him, even if it had taken him by surprise. Hell, Toriel still looked shocked, and even began to frown some at the way Frisk had reacted. Was that the way she would have reacted anyway, had she still been a normal, adult girl? Or was this the effects of the Mafia that were starting to rub off on her? Truthfully, it left Toriel concerned. 

"I know I didn't. But I couldn't stand just standing aside and allowing her to keep talking to you like that. Like I said, I want to help you like you help me." She beamed brightly, kissing her skeletal boyfriend upon the skull.

She would protect him too.