Request: Mitty_Dreemurr3
(Art not mine, it belongs to its rightful owner)

Ok, this happens on the surface an' Frisk has been bullied, yet she never tells anyone.
OKAY! TIME FER LE STORY!
*WARNIN': bad words an' bullin'

Sans' POV:
What the fuck?! She's gotta be kiddin' me!! Comin' home with dozens of wounds EVERY FUCKIN' DAY is NOT FUCKIN' NORMAL!! Somethin' is wrong...... She usually never hides thin's.......
"*growls* I need mustard." I'm goin' ta chillbz's ta clear ma skull......

Frisk's POV:
"Worthless!"
"Monster lover!"
"Whore!"
"Ugly bitch!"
"Weak!"
I have heard it all, hit after hit, I took it all, but.......... What have I ever done..........
"Hey bitch, time ta give ya a small present....... Hehe......."
Not again, how can I tell Sans? I'm runnin' outta excuses...........
"*Punch* Hah stupid slut *kick* Ya think it's soooo good ta like those monsterous thin's HUH?! Well, take this THEN!"
Kick after kick, hit after hit, I whimpered. No one helped me, I mean, who will? No one cares anyway.......
Did I do somethin' to make them so mad? Or is it because of me releasin' the monsters? It was the right thin'
........ I am willin' to take all this if the others can be alright, if they are ok, then I am, right?

Sans' POV:
URGH!! I hate this. I take a swig of ma mustard. She has some problem I don't know! She is clearly sufferin' yet she tells no one. I'm gonna get ta the end of this I SWEAR. This is not what I'm gonna let go to easy, she is.......who I love..........afterall..........
"Sans. Somethin' wrong isn't there?" Chillby asked me.
"Nothin' chillbz."
"Sans. I know you long enough, spill." Ah, the ol' Chillbz, always knows what's goin' on.
"The human isn't tellin' me the hell's goin' on, an' I'm pissed."
"An'?"
"That's that, Chillbz." I tried ta deny.
"There's more, Sans. Spill. Or I cut off your mustard drinkin'."
"Uurgh, fine, an' I fuckin' like 'er an' it's pissin' me off thinkin' somethin's wrong yet I dunno what!!!"
"Better, now, why don'tcha just, y'know, pick 'er up from school (Frisk is in college) an' ask 'er straight. Force an answer out."
"Chillbz..... That's actually a good idea." (That's a bad idea, but, this uf sooo, good idea ta them)
I'm walkin' 'er home tomorrow. Now, time ta go before boss gets angry.
"Bye Chillbz, an' thanks!"
"Any time Sans. An' pay your fuckin' tab!" But I already left.
I got back home an' saw Pa-I MEAN boss, in the kitchen makin' dinner.
"Boss, has the kid came home?"
"NO. NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, IT HAS BEEN AWHILE NOW......."
Just as I flopped on the couch, the door opened.
"I'm back......." It's swe-I MEAN Frisk.
"Heya kid." (Yes I'm makin' 'im kinda like classic 'ere dun judge)
"YOU'RE A FEW MINUTES LATER THAN USUAL HUMAN."
"Ya kid an-OH MA ASGORE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED again."
"I-I f-f-fell down t-the stairs." I raised a bone-brow.
"Again?" She nodded timidly.
"I said it before, be careful."
"I-I kn-ow........"
"*Sigh* Come get dinner......." I got off the couch an' went ta the table. (In this story the great an' 'terrible' Pap doesn't make 'terrible' spaghetti)
She's fuckin' lyin' I just know it! Grumpily, I finished dinner, an' went ta ma room, I need'ta think........

Frisk's POV:
Oh Asgore, I almost got caught. He did make more bruises an' even cuts this time.......
"HUMAN, IT SEEMS SANS IS MAD AT YOU COMING HOME WITH SO MANY WOUNDS. HE CARES FOR YOU, YOU KNOW......"
"*Sigh* I know, I'll be more careful."
"YOU BETTER."
"Ok."
I went ta my room. I can't tell them, Pap will try an' kill the guy, an' Sans? He will go nuts. I can't, I gotta keep it a secret.
"*Creek* Hey Frisk, can I come in? I gotta treat yer wounds."
"Sure......." Like always he help me bandage up. So, sweet, I can't just burden 'im. He has enough problems already. That's why I love 'im. He'll never like me back, I'm too broken an' scarred. He comes in.
"Hey, Lemme see 'em." I show him the cuts an' he pours some disinfect on 'em, I hissed.
"Sorry, I have'ta clean 'em. I'll wrap 'em up k?"
"Ok. Thanks."
He wraps up my wounds an' slightly heals the bruises.
"There, feel better?"
"Mmhm! Loads, thanks." He smiles a bit then frowns.
"No prob." He walks out.
Maybe he doesn't suspect anythin', I dun want him worry 'bout me, he has a lot of his own probs.

Time skippe~

Wakin' up the next mornin' I packed up ma school bag, got ready for school, an' walked to the table. Pap just finished cookin' breakfast.
"Mornin' Pap."
"GOOD MORNING HUMAN."
I sat down on the chair an' ate breakfast. Just as I started eatin' a door opened.
"Mornin' boss, kid."
"GOOD MORNING SANS. GET OVER HERE AND EAT BREAKFAST."
"Good mornin' Sans." He sat beside me an' we ate in silence. Awkward silence. I finished breakfast, an' got up.
"I'm gonna go ta he-school." Oh Asgore I almost said hellhole.
"BYE HUMAN. BE PUNCTUAL."
"Stay safe kid."
"Will do!" I can be punctual, but I can't 100% be sure to 'stay safe'. They will try to beat me up any chance they get. I'll just try ta avoid them, I guess.

TEm sKipPIe~

Walkin' to my locker, I held ma head low, tryin' ta not catch any attention. But luck is not on my side, the bullies were at my locker.
"W-what d-o y-you w-w-want?"
"I juuuust wanna say, good luck, you'll gonna need it t'day hehe."
I whimpered, they're gonna beat me up badly today. I hope Sans doesn't get mad at me today.

Time skip~ sponsered by yours truly

It's the last class, I dunno what to do, should I go to my locker? Or should I just go home? I have to put down my thin's, but I dun wanna get beat. I can't not go to my locker, it's the only way outta school. *Sigh* Might as well then. I gotta find a new excuse.
I got to my locker an' low 'n behold, there they are in all their glory. Oh Asgore..........
"Hey! The asshole is here, get 'er! Dun let 'er get away!"
I tried to run but one of them has already caught me.
"Got'cha~ Awww~ You gonna cry? Why don't you just cry for mommy? Or are ya gonna cry to yer monster friends, you monster lover?"
I whimpered, too late now, they'te gonna beat me up again.
"Common ya fucker, cry for 'em! Cry for mommy! Cry for your monsters, you worthless bitch!"
They started to kick, slap, punch, an' hurt me, while yellin' bad thin's 'bout me. What did I do? What did I do to make them hit me?
After I dunno how long, a voice rung out in the hallways.
"Hey! Let 'er go!" Huh?!
"What?!" I can't really see what was goin' on due to my eyes bein' filled with tears.
"I said, 'let 'er go, now." Sans?!?!

Sans' POV: (Start from when he went in Frisk's room)
Whelp, time ta go check 'er cuts. I got up to go to 'er room an' clean those nasty cuts.
"*Creek* Hey Frisk, can I come in? I gotta treat yer wounds."
"Sure......."
"Hey, Lemme see 'em." She shows me the cuts, an' I got some disinfectant an' bandages.  Then I poured some on the cuts.  She hissed, I winced a little, not lettin' 'er notice.  I hate seein' 'er in this 'hurt' state.
"Sorry, I have'ta clean 'em. I'll wrap 'em up k?"
"Ok. Thanks." I wrapped up 'er cuts with the bandages.  Then I healed some of the minor bruises.
"There, feel better?"
"Mmhm! Loads, thanks." I smiled a bit from 'er smile, but then frowned at the thought of 'er keepin' somethin' from me.
"No prob." I walked out, thinkin' of how I'm gonna get the info I want from 'er tomorrow.  Hmm, I got a plan......

Time skip

It is mornin' an' I got outta ma bedroom an' saw Frisk eatin' 'er breakfast an' boss lookin' not so amused, as always.
"Mornin' boss, kid."
"GOOD MORNING SANS.  GET OVER HERE AND EAT BREAKFAST."
"Good morin' Sans." Oh Asgore, can she get any cuter?!  That slightly drowsy face, an' 'er clothes, oh Asgore, too cute.
I held myself back to prevent me lookin' like I'm gonna lose my shit.  Frisk finished off 'er breakfast an' slung 'er bag onto 'er shoulder.
"I'm gonna go ta he-school." Wait.....Was she gonna say hellhole?
"BYE HUMAN. BE PUNCTUAL." Same ol' boss, always bein' puntual.
"Stay safe kid." I have decided to pay 'er a visit after school, an' finally find out what the fuckin' hell is wrong.

Time skip brought to you by (hot as hell) Gsans~

"Bye Chillbz, gotta go get Frisk from school."
"Are you gonna finally ask what happened?"
"Yup."
"Good, now go......."
"Thanks."
I strolled outta the bar, an' I gotta feelin'.......that, somethin's terribly wrong an' this time, it's not boss.
I dun want Frisk ta get hurt, even if it's just a hunch, I gotta make absoulte fuckin' sure that it's not true first.
I teleported to the school gates an' waited fer 'er.
I waited an' waited, but amongst all the students passin' by I can't see 'er face anywhere.  Where the fuck is she?!  Urrgh y'know wat?!?!  IMMA GO TO 'ER LOCKER MA-SELF!!!
I'm not gonna run over there, I got fuckin' magic.  An' luckily the author doesn't wanna type the runnin scene anymore. (Red!!!  Stop breakin' the goddamn fourth wall!!!  It' hard ta fix y'know!!!) Ok, ok, jeez, dun be mad sweetheart.  Chill.  Anyways, I saw the most hear-I mean SOUL-wrenchin' sight I have ever seen.
Frisk, my sweetheart, s-she's bein' hit repeatly causin' more bruises an' cuts, some of the old cuts an' bruises have gotten worse as well.  I got angry, no absolutly fuckin' pissed off.
"Hey! Let 'er go!" I yelled out, not bein' able ta accept ma sweetheart bein' this mistreated.  They stopped an' turned around.
"What?!" One of those fuckin' bastards said.  I saw Frisk took a glance at me with 'er tear filled eyes, that made me even more pissed, oh they are sooooo gettin' it.
"I said, 'let 'er go, now." Frisk seemed ta recognize ma voice an' widened 'er shin' eyes, oh stars, beautiful.
"Oh look, your monster friend is here, wanna go say 'hi'?" He then punched 'er, when she tries to get up.
"Ohhh, poor you, guess ya can't." They started laughin'.  That just made me even more an-no, I just wanna beat the fuck outta 'im.
"Hey, buddy ya might wanna pick on someone yer own size huh?  If yer pickin' on 'er yer pickin' a fight with me.  So, I suggest ya ta fuckin' stop what yer doin'."
"Oh you wanna fight huh?  Sure, how can a bag of bones hurt us?"
"Well then, let's fight!"
They balled up their fists an' got into a battle stance, when I snapped ma fingers ta make a few bones appear along with some Gaster Blasters.  I sent one of ma Gaster Blasters ta go ta Frisk's side ta make sure she's safe durin' this battle.  One of the bullies tried ta land a hit on me, but I teleported away an' shot a bone towards 'im, he dodged it.  The others also tried ta hit me, but I dodged those attacks only gettin' scraped on ma shoulder causin' me ta lose one hp of five hp, ma HOPE has increased from one to three when I recieved Frisk's friendship an' another two hp from the desire of protectin' Frisk an' keepin' 'er safe, that also increased ma attacks too.
Soon enough the battle ended with the bullies all unconscious on the floor, yet still alive.  Then I turned ta Frisk, snapped ma fingers ta make the Gaster Blaster beside 'er disappear, an' crouched down.  She looks at me fer a second then averts 'er gaze somewhere.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry......"
I didn't respond, instead I scooped 'er up into ma arms, carrin' 'er bridal style.
"A-ahh, w-what a-a-re y-you doIN'?  P-PUT ME D-DOWN!"
"Nope." I immediately teleported back home.
I then set 'er on ma bed, grabbed some gauze an' bandages, an' looked straight into 'er eyes.
"Show me where." She, shakily, lifted 'er shirt slightly an' showed me the new wounds.  I disnfected 'em an' wrapped 'em up.
Starin' into 'er eyes an' holdin' 'er chin in place I asked sternly, "How long?"
"S-since f-f-first ye-ar."
I let go of 'er chin an' felt ma eyes turn dark, she has been keepin' this from me fer two years?  What the fuckin' hell has she been though?!?!
"*whimper* I'm s-s-orry." I felt ma eyes go back.
"Sweetheart, I'm not mad at ya, I'm just worried.  Just dun keep this kinda thin's from me ever again ok?"
"O-okay!" Oh Asgore she's so cute.  I-I want to......
I kissed 'er.  Oh Asgore, this feels nice.........Wait, I KISSED 'ER!!!  I'm screwed.  Wait, s-she's KISSIN' ME BACK!!!!  D-DOES SHE LOVE ME BACK?!?!  Mmmm, I-I'm in heaven.
After a few minutes we pulled away, both of us were pantin'.
"Heh, that was nice, I love ya Frisk."

Frisk's POV:
Soon enough the battle ended with the bullies all unconscious on the floor, yet still alive.  Then Sans turned ta me with a stern look, snapped 'is fingers ta make the Gaster Blaster beside me disappear, an' crouched down.  I look at 'im fer a second then averted my gaze somewhere, feelin' guilty.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry......"
He didn't respond, instead He scooped me up into 'is arms, makin' me extremely flustered, carrin' me bridal style.
"A-ahh, w-what a-a-re y-you doIN'?  P-PUT ME D-DOWN!" Flustered, I yelled out.
"Nope." He then teleported back home without any warnin', causin' me ta get a little dizzy.
He then set me on 'is bed bein' gentle an' careful of the wounds also gettin' some blood on 'is bed, grabbed some gauze an' bandages, an' looked straight into ma eyes.
"Show me where." I am still a little shaken, so, shakily, I lifted ma shirt slightly an' showed 'im the new wounds.  He disnfected 'em, makin' me flinch a bit, an' wrapped 'em up.
Then, He started ta stare into ma eyes an' holdin' ma chin in place, He asked with a stern look on 'is face, "How long?"
"S-since f-f-first ye-ar."
He lets go of ma chin an' 'is eyes turn dark, makin' me whimper as I know this means he is either shocked or really, really angry.
"*whimper* I'm s-s-orry." I shut ma eyes tight, waitin' ta be scolded.
"Sweetheart, I'm not mad at ya, I'm just worried.  Just dun keep this kinda thin's from me ever again ok?" I opened ma eyes a bit ta see that 'is 'eyes' are back, an' I smiled.
"O-okay!" I said cheerfully.
Suddenly, he kissed me.  Oh Asgore, what's goin' on??.........Wait, he's KISSIN' ME!!!  D-DOES HE LOVE ME BACK?!?!  Mmmm, I-I'm in heaven.  After a few seconds of shock I  kissed back with as much passion as he has.
After a few minutes we pulled away, both of us were pantin'.
"Heh, that was nice, I love ya Frisk." He does love me back.
"I-I love you, too, Sans."
"Don't ever keep thin's like bullyin' from me, ok?"
"Ok, but why?"

"'Cause I want to protect an' cherish ya ferever sweetheart."
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Aaaan' that's a wrap~  I'm 'tear'ibly sry fer the delay.  Requests are open~  If anyone wanna request somethin' that is.  I'll try ta be quicker, if I can.  Buuuuut fer 'meow' ya can enjoy ma 'tear'able 'cat' puns that are quite 'mice' in ma 'cat'sonal opinion.  An' 'meow' Imma go take a 'cat nap' ta escape some 'cat'astrophe in life.

Meow out~