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Crossed Unders in a Strip Club	By : Revharem Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Echotale Frysk and Spikes (Underfell Gaster)
Just to catch you all up, this is leading off of chapter 6, a bit late, I know, with so many characters to follow, I end up taking a bit to get around to some of them, but here it is. I’ll give a little summary so yal are caught up. Back in chapter six, Frysk took Frisk to the club and Frisk got drunk. Spikes showed up and was supposed to meet with Gaster about something or other with the portals. Gaster had to leave and take Frisk home, so Spikes walked off with Frysk in tow. Nobody in the comments has said anything about these two, but let me just say that if it wasn’t obvious in the chapter, Spikes is a very dominant and controlling monster with little to no mercy and sees most humans as little more than pets. Frysk is dominant in her own right, but knows that she can’t compare to Spikes and definitely has attraction to him. They are currently an unofficial couple. This is what happened with them after they left the club. Hard to believe that less than twenty-four hours has passed since this story started up to current time. Well, onto the story!
Okay, one more thing if the above summary didn’t make it clear, THIS WILL BE A SMUT CHAPTER! THERE ARE NONCONSENTUAL PARTS TO THIS AND A NEAR RAPE SCENARIO AS WELL AS SOME GORE, ASSOCIATED AND UNASSOCIATED WITH THE SEX. THIS IS NOT A YAOI CHAPTER, FEMALE X MALE.
Frysk kept trying to look over her shoulder, worried about Frisk. She knew that Gaster could care for her, especially with Papyrus back home to help, but still, it was her fault that she had ended up like that. The heavy hand on her shoulder steering her through the crowd though was not very relenting and if she slowed at all the sharp claws that tipped its fingers dug into her keeping her on track for the door. The crowd didn’t do anything to hinder them, the power radiating off of either one was enough to keep humans and monsters alike at a distance. They finally got to the door and Spikes reached around her to shove it open while still keeping her ahead of him and guide her out. She stumbled as her foot hit a rock buried under the snow and once again felt his claws as they grabbed her arm and pulled her upright roughly. “Yo, watch it.” She finally ripped her arm from his grasp and turned to look at him. The door fell shut cutting off the sound from the club. “What the fuck. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. Is that too much to ask? And who do you think you are to just go and drag me outta the club?” she knew she was attracting attention but she really didn’t care. There wasn’t anyone here that could or would bother the two of them.
Before she could continue berating him though, Spikes shoved her against the frozen concrete hard and kissed her, making her gasp. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, not giving her a chance to recover and caught both her hands, pulling them together above her head to hold in one hand and then used his free hand to keep her middle body from struggling, slightly digging his claws into the muscles in her back that was left open with her crop top shirt. With her unable to move or escape, he ground himself forward.
Still angry with his earlier actions, Frysk wanted none of his playing and bit down hard on his tongue, making him pull back fast with a growl. His eyes glowed a dangerous red as he stared down at her. “You are my bitch. You will do whatever I damn well want you to.” He growled and bent to sink his fangs into the curve of her neck. Even with his claws buried in her back, she still managed to buck try to pull away.
“No, you are not doing this to me. Not here and not now. I will be yours, but not out here dammit. Let me go you fucking bastard!” wriggling as much as she could, she finally lifted one of her booted feet and kicked him in the groin, forcing him to take a couple steps back and release her. She put a hand over her bleeding neck even as he licked his teeth clean. “I’m not some common whore for you to tear apart on the street. You want to actually have me then you are gonna have to follow some rules pal. Otherwise you can go find your kicks somewhere else with someone else.” She spat while hugging her chest. She knew exactly how far he would go if she didn’t get through to him. While she was still mad, she knew that it was mostly with herself and also knew that he had no time for self-pity.
“And I suppose you are going to be the one to impose these rule on me. Is that right?” he sneered taking a step closer, voice deeper than it had been in the club. She could practically see the red aura steaming off of him.
“Damn straight.” She growled, but it had much less venom than she intended and ended up be slightly breathy. Why did he always affect her like this!
He leaned both hands on the wall, caging her where she stood, still against the wall. “Let’s hear what these supposed rules are to be then, why don’t we.” His rolling growl sent a shiver up her spine and she could feel his breath move strands of her hair.
She reached out and placed a firm hand on his sternum, stopping him from coming any closer than he already was. “For one, I go where I want, when I want. I’m not some fucking pet like that brat your brother has.” He growled his disapproval, but said nothing against it. “Second, you can only fuck me behind closed doors. I ain’t stripping for the universe to see, and definitely not outside. Got it?” she had managed to keep her voice steady and hard even though she could feel how he shuddered at her own closeness. They both wanted and needed each other in a way that neither could explain.
It took a few seconds, but he finally shoved away from the wall and snarled “Fine.” Stepping away from her, giving her space. Before he could take a second step though, the hand she’d had on his sternum to keep him from coming closer bunched in his heavy jacket and yanked him forward as her other arm swung up over his neck to drag him down to her level so she could kiss him firmly. He took this as permission and had her against the wall within seconds once more in the same position as before. She opened her mouth in invitation, but he only ghosted over her lips, instead going to suckle at the almost clotted bite on her neck, quickly removing the forming scabs with his tongue and teeth to pull more of her hot blood over his tongue. Even as it hurt, she couldn’t help moaning and bucking into him.
“Spikes, let’s go somewhere else, please. I need you.” She gasped, trying not to sound like she was begging.
He pulled away from her neck and released her hands at the same time, causing her to almost fall to her knees from the stimuli so far. Putting a hand to the wall by her side, she steadied herself until his hand wrapped around her throat and proceeded to drag her across the town. She had no choice but to follow or lose her life in his claws. This time she wasn’t complaining.
They stepped through the portal and entered Underfell just after Echo and Fell had left, their shoe prints still clear in the snow. The pair didn’t care about that though. Spikes threw Frysk against the high chain fence that surrounded their yard then walked up to her as she collected her balance. About to yell at him for his roughness, his claws dug distractingly under her jaw lifting her face to meet his. He bit her lip, drawing blood once more and delved his tongue into her mouth, catching the welling blood from her lip and sharing the flavor of her blood with her as he kissed her deep and pinned her to the fence, rutting against her for a few more seconds. While her hands weren’t restrained, she grabbed his iliac arches through his pants and pulled him even more flush against her, groaning.
He growled and broke away, not giving her what she desperately desired. Looking deep into her lust blown eyes, he could almost see the physical manifestation of her soul’s lust as she gazed back at him. He admired the bloody marks along her neck and how her lips still slightly bled from the multiple attacks against them. He watched as her chest rose and fell as she fought to regain her breath. “If I weren’t already in Hell, I certainly would be headed there for what I’m about to do to you. Let’s go before I break your rules again.” He growled, appreciating the way she shivered as he spoke and licked her lips in apprehension. He could smell the lust rolling off her.
She nodded and turned to make her way out of the enclosed yard. She could feel his overwhelming presence behind her and it turned her on that she could have someone so terrifyingly dangerous at her back and know that they wouldn’t intentionally harm her in any way that she wouldn’t survive. Halfway down the length of the house he strode ahead of her and rounded the corner and headed in. she knew he wouldn’t walk with her, but he likely would make wherever they ended up more accommodating for the sex and torture that was about to ensue. She couldn’t help but huff a laugh. He was dominating, possessive, and aggressive, but he was also quietly caring and maybe sensitive or he wouldn’t have listened to her requests. There was also the fact that Echo went through so much trouble to keep her from being tortured by Asgore and here she was looking for that treatment, but it a much different atmosphere. Maybe there was something wrong with her, but she really didn’t care right now.
As she rounded the corner of the porch, she was bowled over by something huge, heavy, and heated. Immediately she started try to fight, once more cursing herself for leaving all her weapons in Undertale. How could she be such a fool.
“What’s a morsel like you doing around here? And how did you get past our patrols?” the voice was guttural and deep, not like Spikes, it was much wetter.
She felt a large area of pressure push down on her back as she flailed. Under the snow, one of her hands came across a loose stone, which she grabbed and slammed behind her, against whatever was holding her down. The pressure let up, and whatever had her snarled. Rolling over she found herself face to muzzle with one of the Underfell doggi clan patrol. She somehow managed to scramble to her feet, rock still in hand and back to the corner formed by the porch and railed steps. “I’m with Spikes. Back off mutt.” She snapped, glaring at it. On all fours it easily stood shoulder height to her, she knew these mutts could go from quadruped to bipedal quite easily and take minimal loss in doing so. If he went bipedal, she would almost certainly lose.
“And what would he want with a piece of shit like you. You’re nothing but a worthless human.” It growled.
“He seems to think differently.” She snapped.
Without warning the dog lunged and rammed his head into her chest, knocking all her breath out in a whoosh. The contact also happened to make the house shudder, brining Spikes and Boss out to see what was going on.
Boss, without knowing what was going shrugged and looked over to his elder brother. He was surprised to find Spikes had actually summoned his magic, a rare occurrence. Razor clawed hands floated around him sheathed in an aura of blood red haze. “Did she not say that she was with me you mangy fleabag.” He growled.
“When have you ever had an interest in humans? And anyway, all humans belong to the king. You know that.” The dog growled, throwing the breathless girl over his shoulder.
“Wrong, only humans of this universe belong to the king unless another monster claims them first. She is not of this verse and she is mine. Now answer me, did she or did she not say she was with me?” Spikes impatiently demanded.
“Sure she did, but she’s human. She’s going to the king and that’s…” the dog didn’t get a chance to finish as the summoned hands ran through it over and over, removing organs and tearing it to pieces in such a way that it survived until Spikes had had his fill. Finally, he fell to a pile of Dust, Frysk following and having just got her breath back, got a lung full and consequently ended up hacking to get it out.
“Stupid mutt.” Muttered Boss, turning to go back inside. What his older brother did was none of his business, but he knew better than to interfere with what he claimed.
Spikes walked over to Frysk and grabbed her arm, yanking her up to her feet. “We still doing this.” It sounded like a statement, but she caught the hint of a questioning inflection at the end. Still trying to clear her lungs, she nodded.
“Just need some water. Never realized how bad Dust tastes until now.” She rasped.
“Heh, yeah, definitely not the best thing to eat.”
He guided her, albeit a bit roughly into the house to get a drink then once she was able to breath properly, up to his chamber in the upstairs. With a sharp shove, she tripped over her feet and fell face first in a deep bed. She started to try and push herself up and flip over only to feel his hand spread over her bare back shoving her down and keeping her in place. “Stay like that for now.” He growled. When she didn’t push against his hand, he pulled it away and she could hear the shifting of cloth indicating that he was likely shedding some of what he wore.
“Spikes?” She could hear the waver in her voice as she realized just what kind of position she had allowed herself to get into. She heard his deep hum as he acknowledged that he was listening. Swallowing down her fear and pushing aside her lust for a second, she took a breath and voiced her concerns. “I just wanted to ask how far you are planning to go? I mean, I’m fine with continuing and all, but, I don’t know. Would you be against there being something or someway for me to tell you if you absolutely must stop? I want you to continue to hurt me like you’ve been doing.” She remembered his words from when they stepped through the portal. Worse was obviously coming. “I just want to make sure that I survive and we don’t know each other’s boundaries yet.” She dared not move as he had told her that he wanted her to stay as she was, but she so wanted to see his face and know what he looked like. Did he think she was weak because of this?
Sighing he slumped. Of course she would be worried. What proof had he given her that he needed her alive. All he had done so far was hurt her, though she did seem to enjoy it most of the time. She made a good point on that they didn’t know how far they could push each other and the point of this was not to break the other as he normally did when he tortured. This was not like his normal torture subjects though, this was for mutual pleasure as well. “Very well. Pick a word, one you won’t use on accident. Tell it to me and then if you need me to truly stop, I will. Otherwise you are mine. I have never been in this situation where another had a say, so I want it to be something that I can repeat with you. That won’t happen if you break I suppose and I don’t rape people so I need to know if you really don’t want me to continue.” This was the most he had ever spoken to her at one time and while his normal growl could still be heard, it lacked it’s heavy menace that was normally heard.
Amazed that she had actually gotten him to agree, she started trying to think on what her word should be. The first words through her mind were swears, but she knew that she would end up saying those in what was to come. Then she remembered something that had absolutely nothing to do with anything, and yet to do with everything. The Greek letters alpha, betta, and omega. She remembered their other common uses as one who leads, one who is second to lead, and one who is nothing. Both her and Spikes were alphas, the thought made her smile as she realized she was also his betta. One thing neither of them were was an omega though. That would be her word. “Omega. If I really need you to stop, I’ll say omega.”
“You certain you’ll be able to remember and handle it?” he pressed.
“With what is about to happen, I am not certain of anything, but I believe that for now it will work.” She said as she stared hard at the black satin duvet directly in front of her nose.
Although she couldn’t see it, he nodded. While she had lain in that position he had stripped his long overcoat off and hung it carefully on the back of his door, making sure the lines of the heavy leather folded just right on the hanger. He had also pulled off the black t-shirt. Without the two of them, he felt slightly naked, and he supposed he was, but he needed to distract himself, glancing over to Frysk, still bent over his bed, he couldn’t stop the rising desire he felt as he watched her body shift as she breathed and the wide band of olive skin that was visible on her back did nothing to ease it either. The leggings she wore under her shorts unfortunately covered her legs, but they would be gone soon enough. Taking his time as he admired her slim, fit form, he carefully undid his combat boots and slid them off, followed by his heavy black socks. They would only get in the way later. He saw the zippers on hers, so he wasn’t too worried about when time came for her to lose them. Without the boots or socks, his steps could be heard on the hardwood when each of the bones in his feet clicked against it and the sound almost seemed to echo in the silence, increasing the anticipation.
Stopping directly behind her, he saw her stop breathing as she waited for anything to happen. He carefully dragged his claws down where her skin was bare, watching her take in a deep breath and her stomach tighten. There was no pressure applied, not even red marks to show he had done anything, but the attention obviously had an effect. When he got to her waistband, he continued over top of the shorts only to grab two handfuls of tight ass. They both groaned, him in delight at finally getting to feel her up without having to restrain himself, and her from the pleasure and mystery of not knowing. Slowly pushing his hands back up her back, he put a little more pressure, not on his claws this time, but the flat, long tips of his phalanges. When he reach her shirt, he continued up her back underneath it, hitching it up slightly when it caught on his wrists. He could hear her breath hitch and feel under his hands the distortion of her skin as he slid over her flesh covered ribs and scapula.
She reacted more, he found, when he grazed and touched areas where the muscle was heavy and thick or where her bones seemed closer to the skin. Maybe that was why she enjoyed his bites so much he considered. Her neck was very heavily muscled.
Glancing up toward her neck, he noticed her shoulders were bare, her shawl had fallen when he had shoved her and it lay to the side of the bed. Curling his fingers, he dug his claws in and raked them down harshly. Her back arched hard in response, almost like she was running, but with the bed under her, she had nowhere to go. Her scream had been muffled somehow, but he had heard it. She still said nothing, so he continued.
He had drawn heavy bloody lines down her back by doing that and the mauling looked beautiful, even as it started to bleed through her shirt. Wrapping his hands around her curves, he dug his thumbs into the slices, forcing his claws deeper and pulled himself flush up against her and leaned over till his ribs were flush to her back. He nuzzled his nasal ridge against her neck. This close he could clearly hear her whimpers, which only made him harder and encouraged him more. Giving an involuntary thrust, he dry humped her and growled before turning and buried his fangs deep in her shoulder. This time her cry was nearly as muffled as she screamed and he kept applying more pressure with his jaw, causing the wound to bleed even more and around his thumbs he could feel how her blood flowed as they too dug deeper as she struggled. The heavy iron taste of her blood was extremely satisfying he decided and it flooded his mouth to the point it seeped back out his teeth in spots as he couldn’t swallow fast enough. Finally releasing her shoulder, he swallowed the load in his mouth and watched as the blood continued to seem from her shoulder. He could see where his magic mixed with it in spots from the saliva that came from his tongue.
He released her sides as well, pulling his thumbs from her back. They had sunk just past the first digit when he had leaned on them. Deciding to move things along a bit, he ordered, “Flip over.” His growl was back, but this time from arousal.
Carefully, due to the heavy damage to her back, Frysk meunuvered herself onto her back, clenching her teeth against the throbbing pain as the satin tried to stick to the gashes and she felt the wet cloth on her skin.
Spikes went to remove her shirts, the crop tank and shredded stripped t-shirt, but hesitated when he saw her face and felt under them nothing but flesh. “You haven’t said it, but do you want me to continue? This is for both of us.” He hated to ask. He wanted to take her so bad, but he refused to resort to rape just because he had pushed too far too fast and she couldn’t manage to speak.
Frysk nodded her head, tear tracks very apparent over her face, but the smell of arousal still pouring off her at the same time.
“Say it.” He demanded.
Frysk swallowed the heavy ball of snot that had slid down her throat from crying and dry swallowed a second time before she could manage words. “I want you to continue Spikes. I can handle it.” Dark brown eyes met glowing red ones.
“Good, this needs to come off then.”
Before he could move to shred it as he planned, she nodded and started to pull it off all together. Seeing how his hand was positioned, she gave a small smirk. “I sort of need this Spikes. It’s sort of my only shirt and I won’t be walking around topless.” She started having trouble when she tried to raise her arms over her head and he realized it was probably due to the damage he had done to her back and she was still laying down as he had ordered. Just as he was about to offer to help, she pulled it free of her shoulders and from there she seemed to have a much easier time of it. The set of bloodied shirts joined the shawl on the floor with a heavy flop.
Spikes was a bit too busy to notice that though as he finally got to see the one who pulled at his soul in an unfamiliar way bared to him voluntarily. The definition of her chest was interrupted by the swell of her bosom, a milky white, paler even than his own ivory bones. Her endowment was modest, having only a b-cup, if she ever had the chance or desire to get sized. Laying back as she was, they seemed even smaller as they spread out over her ribs.
Even as Spikes admired her, Frysk was busy memorizing the markings that covered the tall skeleton before her. She did not know their origin or reason, but black stripes wrapped around each of his ribs, all seeming to step from a fleur-de-lis like pattern imprinted on his sternum. His floating ribs also carried these strange dark ribbons. Over his scapula she could make out strange symbols who’s meaning she couldn’t begin to fathom. She had never seen him without his jacket, never had she imagined he would look like this. Her amazement at his design washed away her pain for a moment, allowing her to see him clearly. “Beautiful.” She breathed, lifting a hand, wanting to touch him to prove to her fogged mind that it really was real.
Spikes huffed and stepped forward, placing a knee between her legs as he finally joined her on the bed. “Far from it, just a bit of ink and bone. You surpass any of my dreams by far.” With a hand then under her head buried in her hair, he kissed her deep.
She in turn, pulled him into her, groaning at the kiss and hissing at the burn of the stretch of the ravaged skin on her back. Her hands curled around the back of his ribs. She was amazed to find that they were not cold, nor just warm like skin. Rather, they seemed to be heated, almost hot. She had held his hand before, but it was always gloved. Was this why? Either way she liked it. Muttering into the kiss, she found herself growling for more. She felt him grin against her mouth, and he moved his leg from between her to either side and couldn’t stop from chasing him when he pulled away from their kiss.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her up until they were flush. She grimaced as the duvet stuck to her back and pulled at where it had healed to her, but was soon very distracted as he started thrusting against her. The both of them looking for friction but neither willing to push past that line. They knew something would change if they went that far.
They continued like that for a while longer, neither able to finish, but both lost in their shared ecstasy. They changed positions several times, resulting in Frysk having her back ripped open each time. Her leggings ended up shredded and her legs had many slashes and punctures from Spikes claws or teeth, but she had no complaints to voice during their time.
Finally they stopped, mostly due to Frysk’s blood loss becoming too great and she couldn’t continue. “I’ll be fine Spikes.” She assured breathless and limp on the bed. “I just need rest and probably a healing. I’m just dizzy and lightheaded is all.”
“I assume you aren’t planning on staying here to get that rest though.” He growled. He knew she wouldn’t stay, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
“I can’t. Echo and my Undyne would rip the Undergrounds apart looking for me. They are over-protective and might be just a bit possessive.” She hated seeing him annoyed, especially after what they had just shared.
“Well, I can’t really do a healing. Never was my specialty. That was always Boss’s thing. I know you said only I could see you like this.” He gestured to her naked torso, “but I don’t think he’ll be able to heal you without looking at the wounds.”
“Oh. Well, I guess if you trust him, and you stay, it would be okay. I should probably take off my leggings too. You did a number on my legs as well.” Even as she said that, she started to try and shimmy out of her shorts, but her back just wouldn’t let her bend. Without the pleasure to counter the pain, she could barely move.
“Here, let me then. You probably shouldn’t be bending like that” he lept forward as she nearly toppled off the bed due to her blood loss, “as I was saying, you need to take it easy until you recover or you’ll just hurt yourself.”
“Fine, but don’t rip them. I’ve had them for as long as I can remember. I fell with those shorts and that stripped shirt, that’s why I still wear them. To remind me where I came from. I just altered them a bit.” She flopped back, flinching slightly at the pain, and left all the work to Spikes of undressing her.
Spikes found it interesting that she had hung onto the same clothes since she had fallen considering how old she was, but made sure to be careful as she had asked. Her boots he took off so that he could take off the shorts and then came the leggings. After an inch, he realized she had nothing on under them. He glanced up just to make sure she was okay with him continuing, but she just had an arm thrown over her eyes. He took a breath and carefully peeled the form fit pants off of her. As he did, he found that they were completely soaked in blood and her skin under them was covered in blood. He had not realized just how bad he had mutilated her legs. The black of her leggings had hidden a lot from him. Once they were finally off, he tossed them to the side and grabbed her shorts and carefully slid them back on her. The small area they covered had escaped his claws somehow, but it left her with a bit of modesty that even he was glad she was able to retain. “I’m going to get my brother now.” She flicked a hand to show she heard, but otherwise made no sound or movement. Stepping out of his room and walking over to the door down the hall from his, he realized that Boss had likely heard everything that had happened. For a moment he felt a bit ashamed and embarrassed, but then shoved it aside. They experienced enough terror and horror in their verse, they were allowed some small good thing, weren’t they? With that thought, he rapped on Boss’s door. “Open up, I need your magic, now.” Faintly he heard a sigh and shuffling then the door opened.
“So she survived?” Boss asked. He looked tired at first, then surprised as he took in his elder brother’s appearance. It was rare, nay, it never happened that his brother was seen without his jacket, even in their home.
“It wasn’t my intention for her to die in the first place. What are you looking at?” Spikes looked down at himself and realized he was still only in his pants. Crossing his arms he glowered at his brother, “What? You’ve seen me shirtless before.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never seen you with your guard down and standing so loose. It’s strange. That aside, you wanted me to check out your new pet?”
“She’s not a pet!” Spikes snarled, grabbing Boss by the neck before he knew what he was doing.
“Whoa, okay. Not a pet. Got it.” He held up his hands in surrender. Never had his brother snapped so quick. This human must be important in a whole different way.
With a growl Spikes released his brother and stalked back to his room, before opening the door though he turned back to his brother. “She needs healing. You are to heal her only, don’t stare. She is mine. Understood?”
“She is yours. All I’m gonna do is heal her. I have no interest in humans, nor do I have any interest in taking what is yours. I know better than that.” Spikes nodded, then opened the door and stepped in first, followed by Boss. It took Boss all of a few seconds to see the carnage wrecked on Frysk’s torso and legs to leap into action. “Great stars brother! What did you do to her. Humans are fragile, you’re luck she’s still alive at all.”
“I’m not that fragile you sack of bones.” Frysk snapped as she felt his hand glide over her legs, gathering what were injuries and what was just left over blood from other injuries.
He jumped, having believed that she was passed out. “Well you are certainly much hardier than the humans we are used to here then. Tell me, what hurts them most so I can take care of the worst bits first.”
She removed her arm from over her eyes and glared at him, then glanced over to Spikes, who just nodded from where he stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Sighing, she told him about her back, and peeled herself from the duvet once more, reopening a good portion of it. Boss admitted that he found her endurance quite impressive as he noticed she did little more than wince at the freshening of her wound. After that, it was just going from one damage to the next. Some left her screaming as he had to regrow muscle and skin where it had been damaged too badly. Once he was finished though, she thanked him and he left with only a glance at his brother. She went to grab her shirts, only to find them crusted over with the blood they had absorbed from the scratches that had been originally inflicted. She really didn’t want to wear them, but she had nothing else. Just as she was about to put them on, a cloth hit her from behind. She grabbed it from where it had stayed on her head and after a few seconds realized it was one of Spikes black t-shirts.
“I’ll get your stuff clean and return it to you when it’s finished.” He growled, back turned as he searched his wardrobe for something else. Finally he turned around. “Take these as well, at least until I get your leggings cleaned and repaired.” In his hands was a pair of black jeans.
“Thank you.” Frysk accepted them and proceeded to start getting dressed, changing from her shorts to her new jeans. Thankfully the waist fit, but they were much too long so she had to roll them until they rode at her ankles. Then she pulled on her boots. While she had gotten dressed, he had gathered her stuff and set her shawl aside. It had somehow managed to avoid the stains. He had also gotten redressed. “I’m going to head home now. Thank you for having me. I hope we can hang out some time again.” She blushed as she admitted as much, but she really did enjoy is company, and not just for the sex and torture.
“You can count on it.” He growled.
She nodded and let herself out, watchful for any monsters that may see her as an easy target, though none attacked this time. She made her way to the portal, jumped to Undertale to pick up her weapons, and finally went home. She saw no sign of Echo and assumed he was out on some sort of patrol. Their argument seemed so far away she couldn’t even really remember it. She curled up on her cot and instantly fell asleep.
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