Followed

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Frisk's POV
I walked past somebody and continued walking. Anyone who knew me could guess where I was going. The library - though people thought I could be ruthless I did have a couple of soft spots.  I mean, who doesn't?
When I got to the library, I walked over to the desk and slammed down a big, heavy book that I'd been reading. The librarian looked, returned and nodded without talking to me. I then went and got a new book, which she stamped before I left. Since it's a quiet library, anybody could intercept me and nobody would know. But I never worried about that, and that caused me to be grabbed and rammed into the back of the truck. I sighed - my book was going to be overdue.

Sans' POV
"Hey boss, we got the doll face," I said into the phone. A voice came back but it was so quiet only I could hear it.
"Sans, I'm driving, okay?" Gaster said to me. I sighed and nodded. My dad could be so annoying sometimes. Throwing him the keys, I climbed into the passenger seat of the truck. Gaster smiled and got in the driver's side.

When we got to base, I walked to the back of the truck and grabbed the doll face, gagging her and then I tied her hands. I smiled as she gave me the look of the devil - she hated my guts and I knew it.
"Aww, ya know you love me doll," I said to her, winking as she continued her defiant stare.
"Sans, we need to get inside!" Gaster called to me and I sighed, grabbing doll and dragging her behind me.

Frisk's POV
I hated him. Well, it was self explanatory that I hated him. I mean, he captured me, dragged me out and tied me up. Come to think of it, he called me doll too. I felt a sudden shove and growled.
"Get a move on doll," Sans said, giving me another shove. I sighed and stumbled into a building. It was madness. Over in a corner a small tortoishell cat was sleeping with a necklace round it's neck, in the middle a goat and a human were playing table tennis and a bunch of people were bustling around doing daily business. That is, of course, if daily business is arguing on the phone about guns. "Welcome," Sans turned to me, grinning," to The Underground."

Worth Fighting For - Mafiatale Sans x Frisk My versionLa tua prossima ossessione. Scoprilo ora