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Sooner or later you're gonna be mine x chubby reader part 2

Frisks head snapped towards her sister. what was she thinking she'll be killed "just go. I'll be fine having a chat with this gentleman here trust me"

 Frisk was torn between going and waiting or staying with her but that look that her sister gave her made her mind up real quick. Frisk quickly got out of there leaving (name) with the skeleton He chuckled and looked at the cigar and then at her. "Don't like smokers, dollface? I understand, it's a nasty habit." His voice was deep and rough, but (name) heard the amusement that laced every word "not that big on them but it's not my right to decide what others do to there bodies" He put the cigar back in his jacket pocket and gave her a little bow. His eyes were shining brightly. Made him look scarier. "Sorry 'bout entering the no-man's land that is the ladies room, but I just wanted to help us solve our little problem we were having back there." (name) frowned, but didn't say anything.

They didn't have a problem. she never did anything to him so there couldn't be a problem. "Ya see, dollface, I noticed you starin' at me." (name) felt a shameful blush come over her face. So that's why he was doing this. He must have been insulted that she had been staring at him. Of course he was mad and wanted to confront her about her rude behavior even if his way of confronting her was downright terrifying. At least he wasn't being violent...yet. (name) didn't know much about him except he was a monster who was sitting with the Don and only people who were like the Don sat with the Don. He couldn't be good news. However, she also knew she couldn't afford to insult him again, so she took a deep breath, and offered her best smile. She hoped with every fiber of her being that she could talk to him calmly to a point where she wouldn't get hurt. "Look mister, I'm really sorry about star-" "Course I was starin' first. And I like what I see." (name) was confused slightly terrified but confused a man, monster or not, interested in her? She looked past him towards the door. He looked big and slow.

Maybe she could run past him...maybe.... The massive monster gestured towards his rich clothes and it was then that (name) noticed the many rings that decorated his boney fingers. They were all gold, just like his tooth and sparkled unpleasantly. So he was this kind of guy. "So tell me dollface, do you like what you see?" The question was not something Kailyn had been expecting and instantly her mind gave her every reason why she didn't like what she saw. He was clearly some kind of big-shot criminal who had no problem hanging out with murderers. He flaunted his wealth. He smelled like gun smoke and blood and not only that but he had the gall to enter a ladies room with no respect for the women that could have been in there. So when (name) opened her mouth, only one word left her lips. And she didn't even mean to say it. She really didn't mean to. She wasn't stupid, but it slipped out

"No"

 The red lights of his eyes went out and the next thing she knew, huge boney hands were gripping her shoulders tightly and she found herself slammed up against the wall. (name) heard the band's first song end through the bathroom door and the applause that followed was deafening compared to the audience's reaction when she sang for them. She really couldn't say she was jealous though. She heard the men in the band were breathtakingly talented and their handsome looks didn't hurt either with the female fans. Plus when it all came down to it, (name) knew they deserved more love than she did when it came to applause. They clearly still had passion for their musical gift. (name) despised her inability to sing in front of others, so it was only right that the people who loved what they did should reap the rewards. As the audience quieted down, waiting impatiently for the jazz band's next song to begin, it would have been at this very moment that (name) could have screamed for help and the chances of somebody hearing her would have been good. However, the wind and screams were knocked out of her as the huge skeleton slammed her against the wall. But the brief pain and shortness of breath weren't the only things that she felt. Beyond the skeleton monster's strong and merciless grip pinning her to the wall, (name) felt something else on her body as well. Something heavy and unpleasant that had centered itself on her chest, like some kind of an invisible weight. For a moment Frisk thought he had terrified her so badly that she was having a heart attack. But just as quickly as that thought entered her mind, she dismissed it. Yes her heart was beating a mile a second and yes the fear was clouding her thoughts, but aren't heart attacks supposed to be painful? Whatever was happening to her chest was uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful. It was unusual, but didn't feel life-threatening. The skeleton on the other hand felt quite life-threatening. She looked up at his face and gasped in shock. His eye sockets were still pitch black, but there was a faint red smoke coming from his left socket. It reminded her of the red smoke his cigars produced that curled into designs that almost looked like skullish patterns before they evaporated. But that could have been just her imagination, mixed with the bad lighting of the nightclub.

She growled lowly and tried to match his glare as best she could. Like her dad said, if you show your fear, they'll eat you alive in this city. Of course this monster probably knew she was terrified, but she wasn't going to give him anymore of her fear than she already had another thing her dad taught her was never back down when in came to protecting yourself or those you love and she sure as hell wasn't going to let this bastard win. So she capped a lid on it, control her shaking and gave him her best "you better back the fuck off me" look.

She knew it failed though. You can't really intimidate somebody who can look angry and keep a wide sharp-toothed smile on their face at the same time. It made her wonder if he could even frown at all. He released her shoulders and (name) tried to move, tried to push him away, tried to do anything, but her body wouldn't let her. It was like she was frozen on the spot. And that heavy invisible pressure on her chest seemed to increase in weight. (name) suppressed a whine of fear as he slammed both his hands on either side of her head leaving dents in the metal wall, and bent down to her level so they were eye level with each other. "Ya don't like what ya see?" He repeated slowly and carefully. "Well ain't you an insultin' and rude little thing."

The amusement that was in his voice seconds ago disappeared. At first (name) really couldn't believe he actually said that. Was he really insulted she wasn't all-out thrilled to be approached in a women's bathroom by a male she never met? Did he seriously just call her "rude"? Was he kidding? One look at his face and that crazy red smoke now pouring as thick as fog from his socket was enough to reassure her that he was most definitely serious. I bet I know why he's insulted , she thought, her glare becoming stronger as she looked at him more determinedly. He's probably just like the rich mobsters around here. He thinks cause he's rich and powerful, he can do what he wants and get anything with a snap of his fingers. Bet he's never had a woman reject him before. Bet his wealth and his influence has women falling all over themselves to be with him.

(name) knew a lot of beautiful and gorgeous women who used their looks and charms to attract high-class criminals. It was one way to survive in this world, and while Frisk didn't judge, she swore she would never become one of those women that tolerated a murderer for the good life not that she could. And this...bastard was going to get a reality check if he thought a few words and showing off his gold and expensive suit was going to have her rushing into his arms. (name) opened her mouth to deliver all of her thoughts to him. Forget being smart, she was going for self-respect. Would he make her regret? Oh yes. Was she worried that he might kill her? There was a tiny part of her that was. The other part of her was still raging over his little description of her. In a way it was kind of funny. She honesty thought she had trained herself over who she could snap at and who she had to endure. 　 Guess not. She was going to pay a high price for self-respect tonight. 　 "you better get off-" He started tapping his fleshless fingertips against the wall and (name)'s words got lost in her throat no matter how she had made herself look tough even she knew she had a boundaries she knew not to cross. That soft tip-tap sound echoed in the silent bathroom. (name) forced herself not to swallow nervously and had to tell herself not to look away. Much to her self-disgust, some of her courage disappeared, but she continued to glare at him.

"Ya know kiddo, when I first saw us starin' at each other, I honestly thought we had some kind of unspoken attraction...heh...I know that was the case with me." (name) tried not to flinch as he ran a cold and bony finger gently down her soft plump face, his sharp claw-like nail leaving a strange tingling sensation on her skin. She wanted to tell him not to touch her. Wanted to shove him away, but the words were once again lost and the unseen weight that was gripping her chest now felt like an anchor. "As a man made of bones, I have a real thing for skin and yours is just beautiful. Soft, smooth, practically flawless and plump" he nearly purred, adding a second digit to her face. (name) heard the jazz band start up again. Their next song was happy and energetic. The drums beat crazily, the trumpet blared and the saxophone sang out beautifully. There was no doubt in her mind that a lot of couples were getting up to dance. Such an inappropriate song to possibly be killed to, (name) thought as she began to tremble but still held her ground. The bravery she felt a moment ago began to disappear completely as his gentle touches on her face continued. She had expected him to beat her violently.

Expected him to call her every horrible name in the book. beat her black and blue, leave gashes cuts any injury you could possibly imagine leaving her for dead for some poor woman to find or worse for her sister to find oh god. the thought of Frisk finding her sister dying on the floor scared her more than the monster in front of her. But he wasn't doing any of that. And now she truly was scared because she had no idea what he was going to do. His rough voice was soft, he was complimenting her and he hadn't raised a finger to attack her. "And yer hair. It's so shiny and soft lookin' like silk." (name) let out a moan of fear when he took his hand and ran his fingers through her long (hair colour) hair. He chuckled ruthlessly as he wrapped a lock of her hair around his digit. "Yep, just like I thought. Feels like silk too. Guess that's why I was lookin' at you. Can't help admirin' pretty things." His hard hand gently rested in her hair for a second. (name) gulped, but the skeleton didn't seem to notice. In fact, he seemed to be basking in how soft her hair was. (name) on the other hand was having the opposite sensation. His touch was sending disgusting vibes throughout her body even if she desired to have men be this interested in her and want her, be they monster or human, she didn't want him.

She wanted him off her! She could literally smell the cigar smoke and blood coming off him, and the closer he got the itchier her nose got. It reminded her of the small particles that would get into her nose whenever she dusted her home for the week. "So that's my reason for lookin'...so tell me dollface-" (name) let out a small cry of pain as the skeleton tightened his grip on her hair and in one easy move slammed her head against the wall. Her vision blurred for just a second and when it cleared, she saw that the skeleton had moved closer to her until her nose and his nasal hole were nearly touching. "-why were you starin' at me if you weren't interested in me?" (name) started to open her mouth, unsure what to say. Unsure if the next words out of her mouth would be begging or insulting, sweet or hateful, but the skeleton slammed her head up against the wall once again before she could figure it herself. She tried to push away from him. Tried to move her body, but that strange invisible weight kept her arms from swinging and her legs from running. If she weren't so terrified she would have wondered what exactly was going on with her body. But now wasn't the time. "Ya don't have to say, I already know." Keeping her head in place with one of his massive hands, he gestured towards himself with his free hand.

"You humans ain't exactly an acceptin' species. Barely can tolerant each other as it is. Course you wouldn't find somebody like me appealin' to the eye. I'm nothin' more than a freak to you ain't I? A sideshow attraction for you lovely eyes to sneer at. " And with that one accusation, the invisible weight from (name)'s chest disappeared. And there was a small part of her that realized that the skeleton must have been responsible for that unseen pressure on her because when she smacked his hand away from her hair, he made a small sound of surprise like he wasn't expecting her to move. She didn't wondered how he could do that to her body. She wasn't worried about how strong he was or how big he was or how he just slammed her head against the wall twice or his unwanted soft touches. All of them were unpleasant and nightmare-inducing experiences, but they were nothing compared to that accusation. He had the audacity to come here, terrify her sister try and when she gave him an answer he didn't like he harmed her and called her rude and not only that but accuse her of being racist? that's not gonna fly with her.

Her mouth moved faster than her mind could stop her "you're insulted? you come into a womens rest room, aproach two women who are a few heads shorter than you, ask a lady if shes interested just because she was starin at ya and when you get an answer you don't like you use force and have the gawl to say I'm insulting? you've got some balls on you if you think you deserve an apology from me, torpedo (1920s term for hired killer) and then you have the nerve to accuse me of being a racist? listen her and listen good, skell (Brooklyn slang for 'cheap scumbag')"

The red lights in his eyes reappeared as the smoke stopped pouring from his socket as she took a step towards him until their noses were touching. She felt a small amount of glee enter her as his eye sockets seem to widened with shock. Bet he never had anybody confront him either, Kaitlyn thought as she bared her white teeth at him. "Don't you ever accuse me of being racist again," she hissed and to her surprise, he actually tried to back away from her. Without thinking about her safety she grabbed the collar of his shirt to keep him from moving away from her. He did stop, and (name) knew it was from pure shock as well as her own strength that kept him in place, but that didn't stop her next flow of words from coming out her eyes burning right into his. "You can call me a lot of things and I'll accept them with a smile on my face, but don't ever call me racist, ya bastard," she paused her speech, wondering if she should continue or take this chance while he was stunned and gun it for the door. But that damn compassionate part of her that took great pride in knowing she truly did not base a person's character on their looks like so many other people in her city did, was demanding that she defend herself. Demanding that she uphold the beliefs her parents taught her. Demanding that she honor them.

So she stayed, letting go of his collar and growled once more at him. He pulled back, giving her some space and put his hands back into his pockets. His eyes sockets were narrowed and his red pinpoint lights were flashing wildly...warningly. She didn't care and countered his stance by crossing her arms. "And the only reason why I was looking at you in the first place was because you were sitting with the Don-" "Got a thing for the old man then?" He said, his voice was still angry, but now completely mocking and sarcastic. (name) felt a wake of sickness come over her. The thought of being on the arm of that old murderer sent a slimy image in her mind. "disgusting I don't have a thing for criminals or mobsters or criminal mobster monsters who think they can stroll into a ladies bathroom just cause they see something they like!" With that final statement, (name) walked around the huge monster, ignoring the way he put his head down as she passed him. She also ignored the way his shoulders began to shake she didn't have time for this she had to get back to frisk or else she would be in for it with her. She didn't stop her brisk walk to the door even when he started to make strange and deep guttural sounds.

She was just about five feet from the door when she heard his loud and bone-chilling laughter break the silence of the bathroom and echoed off the walls. The sound was so loud and so unexpected that (name) nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned around quickly to make sure he wasn't going to pounce on her, and it was then that she got the shock of her life... ...He was gone...just vanished...but how...he didn't...she didn't hear him move...What the...? She blinked, making sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Did he walk into one of the stalls? She wasn't going to find out. Now was a great time to leave! She spun around to leave the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, letting out a small scream of shock when the huge red and black clothed skeleton who was just behind her laughing, was now right in front of her. His laughter had died down, but he was still chuckling. (name) stupidly stared at him, her mouth wide open. "How..." Still chuckling the skeleton reached over and pinched her cheek playfully.

"Doll-face, you are just too cute y'know that? Getting all uppity and upset over a small business meetin'." Recovering from her shock, (name) growled at him once again her face burning in embarassment and slapped his hand away from her face. She knew only so much about monsters, but apparently she forgot they could do some really insane stuff. Appearing and reappearing out of nowhere. Using invisible pressures to pin people down. Something she really didn't want to be a part of. Especially when these odd abilities were being used against her. "Using your tricks to spook me? nice try now let me pass." The skeleton held his hands up in the air in a mock surrender fashion as his sharp-tooth grin softened. Frisk felt a small bit of dread rise in her when he wouldn't move. "Now now doll-face. We started up on the wrong foot. Let's try again." (name) tilted her head and raised an eyebrow as he held out his large bony hand to her. His face was now relaxed and his body began to slouch a little bit. "How's it going little lady? The name's Sans. Sans the skeleton."

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Despite the carefree, lazy and harmless persona Sans was trying to portray to his little lady, the little doll didn't make an attempt to take his hand. In fact, she not only backed away from him cautiously, but her pretty little face twisted into a look that Sans could only describe as disgust, displeasure, fear and resentment. So cute... He tried not to laugh again when he saw her peek around him towards the door, making it painfully obvious she wanted to leave without talking to him for another second, but unfortunately for his little lady, Sans was running this show and she was gonna leave when he said everything he was gonna say. He kept his hand out just in case she did take it, but otherwise he couldn't help himself. His eyes wandered up and down her sweet, plump little body and once again he felt his soul thump hungrily against his rib cage. Seeing her as she served all the other patrons he only got a glips of her every now and then but when she got to his table and saw her in full with her little waitress dress that was tight fitting at her chest was a treat. But he hated the fact that everybody else was getting that same view. Took everything in him not to kill all the men and women he saw looking at her some with lust others with disgust he wanted them dead.

Took everything in him not to kill the old man sitting right next to him. But he controlled himself. There would be a time for all that later, but not right now... In his defense he had been planning on waiting to introduce himself to her in a more...dignified manner, but when she flash that adorable little smile to him, every bit of patience and rationality left him. He knew it was just part of the job to be nice, but...well, Papyrus always told him he had a problem with his jealously and he supposed his younger brother was right. He would have regretted his decision but seeing her in that adorable, oversized sweater dress got his soul pumping harder than he could have imagined. Here she was, the real deal, without that uniform and fake smile and he was the only one who got to see it. Seeing her like that...well...it made all the extra effort he would have to spend in the future making it up to her for scaring her and slamming her up against the wall well worth it. Not that he really felt too badly about doing that.

After all, he gave her a compliment and she responded by insulting him. The little lady needed to be knocked down a few pegs for being disrespectful. But he'd make it up to her all the same. He gave her a few more seconds before he stuffed both hands in his pockets and rocked slowly almost leisurely on his heels. Her narrowed and pretty eyes were now focused solely on him. He loved it. He loved how those hot angry and fearful eyes were on him and only on him. He loved it almost as much as when he felt her soul fight against his magic. Feeling her soul fighting him was amazing...incredible, he was almost tempted to do it again. Maybe later, if she acted up again. her spit-fire attitude she showed him and her bark was intoxicating. sans always did like a woman with a little fire in her but that's not what drew her to him. it was her body at first.

the humans of this city had no taste when it comes to women just another thing that separates humans from monsters. Monster, while in the underground, saw each other for who they are and how they act rather than what they looked like and for some monsters the bigger the better he was one of those monsters. When he saw her sister on stage he'll admit she looked nice but she wasn't his type too skinny and frail lookin for his taste but the moment he saw his little lady in full he could feel his soul practically thump out of his chest. Her big hips that swayed with every step she took, her round bust that bounced with her movements, her long (hair colour) hair shining in the dim lights that bled through the grey clouds of smoke, her plump lips that smiled ever so sweetly and her eyes oh those gorgeus (eye colour) eyes that held in so much passion in them it was a shame though that the uniform and the sweater hid her chubby belly he really wanted to know how big it was and how soft it was. "You gotta learn to be nice, little lady. It makes life a lot easier, but it's late and you're probably tired so I'll excuse this first unpleasant encounter like it never happened." He tried not to laugh again as her angry face consorted to enraged disbelief. God, she was so cute, but he had to give her credit: she kept that anger in. She didn't explode on him a third time, so she must have known how to treat high-class men like himself. She just had a tendency to forget when she got angry. Not a safe character trait, but if she did have another slip up, he would let it slide...for tonight. He gave her one more once over before he moved to the side allowing her to get through. She looked relieved and cautiously walked past him keeping those large pretty eyes on him the entire time. He winked at her.

"We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other later, (name)" At the mention of her name, his little lady froze, her small and pretty slightly plump hand on the door, ready to push it open, but not doing it just yet. He gleefully watched as the anger on her face dissolved into fearful confusion. Did this girl have the ability to not look cute? He watched her swallow nervously, and once again his soul thumped hungrily, but he controlled himself again. Patience was a virtue after all. "how do you know my name?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even but he could her the unnderlying fear in it Sans felt his smile widened at her sweet little question. "Ya see doll-face, my brothers and me are monsters who run a special kind of business in our city, and we want to extend our business to the good humans of your city. So before I met with Don Dee, I cased yer city to figure out what area was in...need of our special services. As you can see, I may be a bigger fellow but I can appear and reappear without a single person ever knowing I was here," he paused and watched her face closely. To his delight her fearful confusion was starting to change to disgusted anger again. Oh, was she going to be a challenge, but only the most difficult obstacles had the greatest prizes. "So one of the things I did was go to your bars and eavesdrop on conversations. Y'know get a feel for how things were run in this city. You work in every bar your sister sings in,"

Sans could feel his anger spike once again at the thought of those people ogling her, but he shoved that unwanted jealousy away. He wouldn't have to worry about that for long though. "I saw you. I want you and so I learned all that I could about you. Followed you around for a bit. I even know you ain't racist. Just wanted to see how you'd react." he laughed when he saw her eyes visibly dilate. "And that's how I learned your name. You should really feel honored doll-face. I'm usually a lazy gent, but you sparked somethin' in me." He let his words sink in. Her face paled and she let out a low whimper of fear not just for her but for frisk as well. Her shaking was uncontrollable now. He tilted his head admiring what he did to her before he snorted out laughter. "Nah...I'm just pulling your leg, pretty lady. I heard the bartender call your name when he had you take out orders, remember?" Sans laughed as his little lady bared her teeth at him again, her face now a bright red and pushed the door open. That annoying music blared into his ears, but before she could step out, he quickly grabbed her arm, taking great care not to bruise it and pulled her to him.

The door snapped shut again. He rested one hand on the small of her back to keep her from pulling away from him. He used his other hand to touch her pretty face once again. "But seriously little lady, me and my bros will be spendin' some time in your city and I'm sure we'll be seein' more of each other. Let's say you and me go out and have dinner. You won't have a bad time." He made sure she knew he wasn't asking. He let her pull away with an annoyed scoff. "Listen here I want you to mark my words" she hissed not turning around to face him again. He admired her backside nice and round. "You and me are never gonna spend time together." He laughed again as she finally exited the door. "Don't worry doll-face," he called after her before the door closed between them. "I'm markin' 'em all right."

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(name) got out quickly and took a few deep breaths to calm her heart after a few minutes she took her time to think back to what the mons-...Sans said to her. "I like what I see" she was confused beyond belief why would anyone, human or monster, like what they saw when looking at her. did he really think she was pretty? she shook her head and dismissed the thought 'he's just messin with ya hon no man would...' (name) doubted her beauty to the point where she believed she was the forever ugly duckling. although she said she wasn't interested she couldn't deny he was handsome. Don't get her wrong she was disgusted by the monster but if he had approached her like a civilized person, instead of terryfying her sister and her in the womens bathroom, and introduced himself then maybe she would have willingly given him a few moments of her time and maybe they could have had a nice chat. She finally made it back to Frisk , who was looked like she was about to drop dead with worry unil she saw (name), she smiled and ran up to her bomarding her with question while cheking her over for injuries. (name) sighed 'here we go'

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8The music was still so obnoxiously loud when Sans teleported from the girl's restroom to his table again. A lot of couples were dancing happily, getting lost in the music and Sans felt that unpleasant feeling of jealousy hit him as he watched the human males swing and spin their partners. If he only been more patient instead of rushing after (name) then maybe she'd be sitting with him right now smiling up at him- Sans shook that thought away as he noticed the old bastard's bodyguards move closer to their boss, reaching into their jackets for their guns when he suddenly reappeared. After receiving a dismissive wave from their boss, the men backed away from Sans, but the large skeleton still noticed the angry and hate-filled looks in their face. Without saying a thing to the old man, Sans pulled a new cigar out of his jacket pocket, lit it and took a deep drag, creating a thick fog of red smoke that sizzled in the air among the gray smoke. All the happy emotions he gathered from his first real encounter with his little lady vanished as he grimly stared at his future human business partner. "Took longer than I thought," Don Dee grumbled angrily.

Sans tried to keep the permanent smile on his face as neutral as possible. Right from the moment he first met this old bastard, Sans utterly despised him. Sans pretended to be respectful to him, mostly because he had to in order for Wingdings' plan to work, but this old fuck didn't return the favor. Didn't bother to hide the clear disgust he had for Sans and didn't hide his distaste and hatred for monsters in general. Talked about Sans' race like they were bugs or something. But Sans endured it, taking solace in knowing this unbearable partnership would be very short if things went according to Wingding's plans. Everything always went accordingly when it was Wingdings who was doing the thinking and Sans couldn't wait to show Don Dee just how fragile the human body was. "Sorry about that Don Dee. Monster stuff and all that," Sans said, trying to keep his voice pleasant. He felt like a little bit of his soul died every time he had to kiss up to this old man. The old man grunted and Sans felt his magic flair up. The song ended and thankfully it was the final song that jazz band was playing. Sans sighed in relief and took another drag from his cigar as the trumpet player took the time to thank the audience. "Monster, I don't exactly know why'd you call this meetin' in this place. The drinks are terrible, the entertainment is mediocre and the food is ghastly."

Sans stiffened at the Don's unintentional insult to (Name), but he let that slide for now. Right now he was supposed to be the happy monster who was grateful to be doing business with the most powerful human this city had. "Yeah well, my boss wanted somethin' low-key and the nicer places would have drawn unwanted attention to yer enemies." The old human looked at him unimpressed before he shrugged his shoulders coldly. "At this point, all my enemies can't touch me, monster." Sans had to fight to keep the smoke from pouring out of his eye in fury when he saw the old Don's lips curl into a disgusted and amused smile. "But I do appreciate the privacy this place does provided me. Not only do I not have to have you in my home, but none of my business associates will see me with a monster." I'm gonna kill you so bad, human. I'll make it last too , Sans thought before he forced an easy grin on his face. "See? Everybody wins, Don Dee. But, let's get down to business. My bro has all the weapons you desire, ready to be ship out to you at a moment's notice." Don Dee nodded. "And in return all you monsters want is a little bit of territory in my city to do business in?" Sans nodded, looking casually at his cigar. "Yep that's all we want. Complete control over an small area without the interference of you and your men." He side-glanced Dee's face and saw the old man frowning. His wide smile faltered for a bit and his sockets narrowed. He better not be backing out.

 "I have a reputation to uphold and I might be a laughingstock if my associates found out I was doing business with a monster." Sans took another deep drag from his cigar, feeling the anger boiling over now. But he remembered what he and his brothers would gain in the long run and nodded. "You won't be a laughingstock when your gang is holding our weapons." Sans smirked when he saw the old man's eyes glitter with greed. Some humans were just too easy. Sans continued. "With our special brand weapons you can still maintain control over your own city against future enemies, and..." Sans paused for dramatic effect. "You can even extend your power in other cities as well." Sans' smirk widened as he saw the Don's doubts leave his face. Like he said too easy. The Don nodded quickly. "I supposed a little territory in this city won't be the end of me." he looked at Sans threateningly. "Just so long as you agree to notify me when your business deals are not with my people. Understand?! I still run this city, monster and you will ask me for permission like all the other gangs do when your deals extent outside my circle. Is that clear?" Sans nodded, but under the table his was digging his hand into his knee. Don Dee smirked in satisfaction before he lit his own cigarette.

"Good. Now as for your territory, just give me a few days to figure which one would be a good match for your business-" Sans quickly held up his hand, cutting off the Don and trying to keep a cool look on his face, even though his soul was thumping a mile a minute, the excitement growing in him. This was the moment he was waiting for. "My bros and I would really like the area around the city park." The don blinked. "That area? But that's such a poor part of the city. There are only a few family owned-businesses there and a handful of apartments. My men only collect a "protection" fee from those people. That area is barely profitable, monster. It isn't a good place to set up your shop." Sans shrugged, thinking about his little lady who lived in that area of the city.

 "With all due respect Don Dee, I disagree. There's other things I can collect from there."

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Sooner or later you're gonna be mine x chubby! Reader

Chapter 1: The waitress and the mobster

Oh God, I was hearin da rumors, but I didnt believe hed actually do it. As if our town wasnt a big miserable wasteland of violence, misery and murder already, now hes actually welcomin their kind into it as well.

Frisk paused, her hairbrush in mid-stroke, as she heard the piano man grumble crudely under his breath. She hadnt sang in this club before and truth be told, it didnt have a great dressing room for performers to get all dolled up as many owners put it, so Frisk took it upon herself to dress up in the ladies bathroom.

After putting on her shimmery low-cut baby-blue dress and applying all that heavy makeup to her face, she exited the bathroom, leaving her aftershow clothes in one of the broken stalls and began brushing her hair on stage. It didnt take much to style it, which was one of the main reason why Frisk had cut it short into a bob hairstyle. One less stupid thing she had to worry about before she got on stage. Just brush it till it looks neat, put a flower in it and the crowds still think you look like a million bucks.

Not that Frisk cared too much about what her fans thought of her. All she wanted to do was sing, get paid and go home before she saw another fight break out between the members of her audience. Gang members erupting into violent and bloody fights in the middle of her songs were becoming more and more common over the last few months. And what were these fights over? Anything really. Gang members entering other gang territory, drug deals gone bad, gun deals wrong horribly bad. It didnt matter. The result was always the same: somebody would be leaving in a body bag.

Frisk hadnt gotten used to it, but she had definitely become quicker with dodging flying bullets and pieces of furniture that came her way.

She tried to deny it when she was younger, but now it was obvious. Her once pretty city was quickly sinking into corruption thanks largely to the mob groups that were overtaking large areas of her city. The dons and high-class mobsters ran everything from the small mom and pop stores to the police force. Even the citys officials were nothing more than corrupt individuals in nice suits with clean smiles. The good decent poor folks suffered the most, having to pay out protection fees but there were always ways to make money.

Everybody had a price. Everybody could endure or change themselves for money. Frisk knew. To her despair, she watched a number of her long-time friends get lost in the world of easy money and quick deaths. She had been to more funerals than birthdays parties this year alone. She could never blame them though.

Well everybody except her sister, (name).

(name) was one of the only people she could really trust and was one of the few people uncorrupted by this hell hole of a city. As children the both of them knew nothing but love and kindness with (name), being older by a few years, looking after her and protecting her even as the years had gone by she never stopped standing up for her and always flashing that big beautiful smile telling her 'it's gonna be ok' even if everything wasn't.

Frisk smiled at the though of her sister being there for her every step of the way in her life a little anoying but what was she to do (name) was very stubborn her big (eye colour) eyes that still held a little glimmer like she did when she was younger, her long thick (hair colour) hair that always seemed to shine no matter what the lighting was, her (skin colour) skin that alway had one or two burise on it and her body was alwasy as plump and smooth as ever. not to say her sister was overweight drastically but she tended to look down on herself at her body shape, even though she was what the pigs f this city considered 'fat' she had her curvy outline a bit, she had a bit above average size bust, plump lips and a big behind.

The world was going through a depression after all. And Frisk herself was not exactly a wealthy professional singer. Right now her gigs were seedy clubs with even seedier owners, whose businesses reeked of cigar smoke and strong booze and no matter how many times Frisk showered the smell seemed to linger.

And her nightly audiences were the lowest class of criminals. Not that Frisk judged on them on poverty levels. In fact, most of the best people she knew were struggling to get by. But when it all came down to the wire a rich mobster was just as bad as his poor lackey. Both types murder for money and power and both types will harm the innocent to get what they want.

Frisk really needed to get out. She just hadnt saved enough money yet. She may have been a popular singer in these types of bars, but the pay wasnt great. She made just enough to pay for her crappy apartment, her bills and the protection fee her local police force demanded of its residents.

The piano man saw her baffled look and pulled back the curtain even further so she could get a good look at her audience for the night.

She squinted through the cigarette smoke that lightly covered the many faces of her audience and tried to see what he was moaning about.

Look at the last table in the back. Youll see what Im talking about, toots.

Frisk did and gasped aloud. The piano man chuckled, letting her know she was indeed seeing what she was thought she was seeing.

Seeing Don Dee was a shock in itself. Even small fish like Frisk knew who he was just by looking at him. A top dog, a big shot, a huge fish...and the fact that he was sitting in this piece of shit of a bar was astounding in itself. The man was known for class and expensive taste. The suit he was wearing outshined all the cheap ones that almost all the other club patrons were wearing.

But the don being here wasnt the most shocking part. The most shocking part was his companion. The gentleman sitting beside the Don was...not from the city to say the least. And if he had entered the club by himself, he would have been killed instantly. But sitting with the Don made him untouchable. In fact, most patrons were going out of their way not to stare at him.

Say, is he- Frisk began, but stopped when the musician laughed again.

Yep. The Don himself is invitin monsters in the operation now. Can you believe that, toots? Disgustin monsters. Pfft...hes makin a mistake is what hes doin. Gonna lose all that respect. Monsters..Now this town really has sank as low as it can go.

Frisk frowned at his choice of words, and the effect they had on her, but continued to stare, even though she felt a little bad doing it. both her and (name) knew that people who differed from theri own race and in this case species shouldnt be stared at like they were some kind of spectacle, but Frisk really couldnt help herself.

Sure she heard all about the monsters that lived in the neighboring cities miles away from her own, and sure she knew they looked different from humans and their customs and politics were worlds apart from human, but to actually see one was...well it was something that deserved a second glance.

He was a massive monster. He was taller than any human Frisk had ever seen and he was wide too. Not fat, but there was no denying how incredibly powerful he looked. He made the Dons bodyguards look like little boys.

And his suit was even more impressive than the Dons if that were possible. His jacket, fedora hat and trousers were black, while his waist coat was an eye-catching red. Frisk wasnt too fond of that color, unless it was on her sister, but she had to admit the monster had style. A fat cigar was in his teeth and the smoke coming from it was strange. It wasnt gray smoke. It was red smoke and curled in unusual designs before it disappeared.

But his size and clothing were nothing compared to what he actually looked like. He had a huge smile on his face and despite the dimmed lights, Frisk saw a glimmering gold tooth flashing in his mouth every time the skeleton turned his head.

Out of the corner of her eyes she caught the flash of pink in the light and turned her attention towards the colour to see it was a pink heart hair pin. only one person she knew had that pin and it just so happened to be her sister that was the owner of said pin. her sister was wearing the standered waitress uniform aswell as having her hair tied into a high bun with the exeption of a few strands that fell in front of her face with that sweet smile on her face but Frisk knew it was fake she knew her sister hated dealing with these 'murdering pricks' as (name) liked to call them but they both needed the money and even with friks singing it's not enough.

Frisk watches her sister carrying a tray of alcohol towards Don Dees table. her heart practically stopped in worry for her sister as she watched her place the glass fill with the nasty brew in front of the don and a nother in front of the monster before walking away.

Damn freak, the piano man muttered and lowered the curtain.

Before the cheap bright red curtain could blocked her view, Frisk felt her heart jump in her throat. At the last second the skeleton turned his head to look where her sister was who, in turn, was looking back at him.

He took the cigar out of his mouth with two of his large bony fingers and winked at her. (name) quickly turned away with her head down before the curtain fell into place. That look...Frisk didnt understand why his friendly little gesture towards her sister sent a cold chill down her spine, but she tried to quickly dismissed it.

It doesnt matter, she thought to herself. Im sure (name)s not gonna talk to him if she can help it.

The piano man sat down at his piano, cracking his fingers and looking at Frisk. She hated the way his eyes wandered from her face and rested on her breasts. She glared at him, covering her chest with her arms. The man just shrugged coolly, completely unbothered.

Hey, I aint touching em toots. No law against lookin.

both her and her sister needed to get out of this city. Go somewhere nicer where smoke from cigarettes and guns didnt greet them every second of everyday. Where people actually cared if another person was killed. Maybe when she had enough saved up she could move to the country and where her sister wouldn't come home with brusies and bruised knuckles every week and that painful look in her eye that tells her 'I can't keep this up for much longer' as happy as her sister tried to be she wasn't dumb (name) had the same attitude as Frisk toward the city folk who misreated her and gave them the same amount that they gave her, absolutly none. Maybe they could live in a pretty cottage and start a garden. She couldnt remember the last time she saw a flower growing outside and she doubt that (name) could either.

She smiled faintly. Her mother always talked about starting a garden when Frisk was really little and-

But going back to our conversation, the Don really is makin a mistake. As soon as we let one monster in, more are gonna come. Just you wait. Im mean look at what happened when we started lettin the darkies in-

Frisk felt a shot of anger bloom in her chest.

Why dont you keep those disgusting thoughts to yourself and get ready for the show? Since the Don is here we cant afford you screwing things up. Word around the grapevine is that you arent the cream of the crop when it comes to playing that thing.

It was a lie of course. Frisk knew nothing about this man, but that didnt stop her from feeling a sort of smug satisfaction enter her as the piano mans face changed from cocky and arrogant to enraged and disgusted.

Goddamn, bleedin heart whore, he muttered loud enough for her to hear, but low enough so nobody else could here. You and your type are the reason why there are so much problems in this world. You treat the inferior a certain way and suddenly they start demandin to be treated that way by everybody…

Frisk smiled and continued brushing her hair, humming the songs she was going to sing for the audience tonight. It was always nice to be told that. Whenever somebody told her that or something similar to that, Frisk couldnt help but feel like she was more than just some seedy bar singer who sang for murderers and criminals.

The piano man and her didnt speak again and Frisk continued to brush her hair until the audience started to quiet down.

Showtime , Frisk thought grimly, no longer excited about being on stage.

The curtain parted and the horrible spotlight that hit her was nearly blinding, but before she could adjust to it, the piano started playing.

She sang the first song with ease and much to her disappointment the piano man didnt make one mistake. Guy knew his instrument. Too bad he was a racist prick.

For the most part, Frisk and (name) loved musicians. All that passion being played through their fingers or mouths and whenever either of them spoke to them they always wanted to be something more than what they were. Just like her, they dreamt of getting out of the city and being somewhere safe and pretty.

At one point when Frisk was younger and still wanted to make singing her lifes career she would dream of marrying a gentle musician. The two of them would become famous and sing at only the best clubs and have children who loved music and would sing and play too and-

Frisk never would have thought in a million years that she would grow to hate the talent she once cherished. The spotlight was always too bright, the places always reeked of blood and booze and the applause was laced with lewd comments about her body.

(name) had a more possible dream. As a child all she wanted was to settle down with a man and have children who she would sing lullabys to and fill her home with music and love but as she grew her body changed and her heart sank further down at every negative comment made her way.

She was too weak for this city. She knew, but thankfully none of these cruel people knew it. Her dad once told her that if you show any weakness to people like mobsters and criminals they would eat you alive. She had no doubt he had been correct. when Kailyn was told this she pu all her energy into making sure none of these corrupted bastards could do a damn thing to her sister.

Frisk longed for the day where her and (name) would sing for hours on end with smiles in their hearts, laughing at everything but the thing Frisk missed most was her sisters singing. Frisk knew as a child her sister had the better voice andbut she didn't mind if anything she worked hard to be just like her but this damn cities corrupted men and women with there words of hate and jelousy...(name) had done her best to protect Frisk from those words but she, herself, had been exposed to those words for too long and all those negatice comments about her apperance, as if there was anything wrong with how she looked, got to her making her do what those bastards wanted her to do.

Shut up.

After her first song ended, the applause was loud and hard. Frisk forced a smile on her face and blew a kiss into the crowd.

Now adjusted to the blinding light she looked at her audience her sisters face smiling up at her was one of the first she saw. Gray smoke blurred their faces but almost instantly her eyes were drawn to the skeletons red smoke. She looked at him and the look he was giving back to her nearly took her breath away. It was so intense. So...extreme and he never looked down or away from her.

Even when the Don was talking to him quietly about whatever crime-ridden business they had together, the skeleton would respond but never break his gaze away.

Frisk swallowed before she spoke.

Such a lovely crowd here tonight and I would like to take this opportunity to personally thank Mr. Dee for honoring me with his presence and tolerating my cat-screeching I like to call singing.

A rough round of laughter and applause reached Frisks ears. The old Don waved to the crowds and then offered her a wave as well. Forcing back the vomit and physically battling with herself to keep her smile on her face, Frisk blew a kiss directly at the old man who had killed so many people whether they were guilty or innocent. Whether they were a part of his gang or an innocent bystander.

We really need to get out of this town' Frisk thought as she began her next song.

She almost messed up a few of her notes. That skeletons red eyes had gone black as soon as she blew that kiss to the Don and she was having trouble focusing until she looked to her sister, who was on break watching her with that big ole smile she loved, then it seemed easier to sing knowing her sister could sit and watch like she did when the were children

don't worry sis, for once, I'm gonna be the one to save ya'

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(name)s side

(name) watched as the partons of the bar laughed to each other some of them were good people others not so much. there were those who were friendly, kind and nice those were the rare patrons that popped in once in a while and then there were the assholes hat showed up every god damn day and the degrading remarks they make at her or behind her back annoyed her more often than not but the lewd and disgusting remarks and cat calls they directed towards her younger sister made her blood boil.

oh how she wanted to bash them all over the head with their bottles but she knew better if she acted upon her wishes not only would it cost her the job she worked hard to get it would cost Frisk her job. she just smiled sweetly and agreed with the patrons to keep them happy no matter how much it sickened her to do so.

"hey doll! go another order for ya!" (name) turned to her boss ready to retreive her latest order just as she was about to reach for it she notied her boss looked nervous but why? this man is the most intimidating person she knows that is a good person at heart he's aken on multiple drunken patrons at once so what could sacre this man so bad that he was white as a ghost then it clicked only one person in the bar currently that would reduce this man to a fearful state like this was Don Dee.

(name) tried to keep calm and remembered why she worked here. for Frisk her baby sister she picked up the tray with both hands and made her way to the table. sure don dee made her nervous who wouldn't be around a man that could kill you with but a wave of his hand but once she was nearing the table her eyes weren't on the don but on the monster that sat nex to him.

He was a massive monster. He was taller than any human (name) had ever seen and he was wide too. Not fat, but there was no denying how incredibly powerful he looked. He made the Dons bodyguards look like little boys and his suit was even more impressive than the Dons if that were possible. His jacket, fedora hat and trousers were black, while his waist coat was an eye-catching red. Frisk wasnt too fond of that color, but she had to admit the monster had style. A fat cigar was in his teeth and the smoke coming from it was strange. It wasnt gray smoke. It was red smoke and curled in unusual designs before it disappeared.

But his size and clothing were nothing compared to what he actually looked like. He had a huge smile on his face and despite the dimmed lights, (name) saw a glimmering gold tooth flashing in his mouth every time the skeleton turned his head. In all honesty (name) thought the monster had some sort of charm to him shaking her head she made it to the table and placed the disgusting brew in front of the don making sure to smile sweetly then moved onto the monster. oh how she hated how people used that word as an insult spitting it out of their mouths like it was venom but what could you do she placed the small glass in front of him and smiled walking away she didn' make it that far before she felt eyes on her.

she turned around to meet the monsters red eye light gaze they were mesmorising, beautiful even, she felt like she couldn't look away he took the cigar out of his mouth with two of his large bony fingers and winked at her. (name) quickly turned away with her head down embarassed at being caught then sat down calling for her break.

Frisk scurried off stage after she finished her songs, pausing only briefly to wave at the handsome jazz band that was scheduled to play right after her. They returned the wave and started to do some playful and very cute cat-calling that wasnt lewd or vulgar at all her eyes soon found her sister waiting for her with her duffle bag in hand looks like she finished early.

both girls smiled to themsleves as they entered the empty bathroom, all the women in the audience have been waiting for that jazz band to play. They were becoming very popular and no doubt would make it big, and Frisk went into the broken stall where she left her clothes while (name) went into one of the wrking ones to change

Still some good guys out there' Frisk thought as she took off her painfully tight blue dress and put on her more preferred one. The fabric of her baggy blue and pink sweater dress was a warm and welcomed change from the dress she just had on.

She stuff the blue dress in her purse without a care and walked out of the stall to meet up with (name) who was wearing a baggy dress sweater and long skirt.

(name) turned around and snorted "tryin to give clowns a run for their money, sis?" she joked. Dont get it wrong, Frisk didnt mind some make-up every once in awhile, but the rouge on her cheeks was too bright. Her blue eye-shadow was too heavy and her red lipstick was too much. But thats the club owners always wanted. Thats what the men in her audience wanted.

With a frustrated growl she turned on the sink, took a handful of soap, mixed it with water and began scrubbing her face viciously. We need to get out of here, Frisk thought of the millionth time as she continued to scrub her face until her skin turned red while (name) brushed out her long hair from its up do taking out each pin and tie in it. "great job as always with the singin' sis. practically had the attention of everyone in the room" Frisk smiled at her sisters compliment "thanks but...it would have been better if you were up there with me" (name) sighed "sorry but no it's been too long and I'm the waitress you're the singer"

Niether of them heard the bathroom door open so when they heard the heavy footsteps they turned towards the noise The soap and water dripped from Frisks face and onto her dress as she stared at the massive skeleton who was blocking the exit as well as (name) moving the hair from her eyes. Frsik didnt even realize her mouth was open until the taste of bitter and slippery liquid soap burned her tongue. She quickly closed her lips and backed away from the skeleton.

His hands were in his pockets as he looked (name) up and down, his smile growing by the second. His gold tooth glittered menacingly against the bathroom lights. He took a step towards them.

No...please Frisk thought as she held her hands up in a weak attempt to create some kind of barrier between herself and the monster that was at least two heads taller than her while (name) took a step forwad ready to fight her eyes narrowed.

There was only one reason why a straight man would enter the womens bathroom and Frisk learned what it was when she first starting singing. The man who had attacked was big too. He had grabbed her and shoved her up against the stalls doors and would have done so much more if it hadnt been for a (name) looking for Frisk. that was the day Frisk saw for the first time her big sisters anger in full force the anger in her eyes was just terrifying. blood flying, bloody fists the man left a bloody pulp as one of the women comming in to use the rest room ran to get security to "remove" the man while Frisk held onto her sister beggin her to stop that he had enough.

Frisk opened her mouth to scream for help, but the music from the jazz band blasted through the door, letting Frisk know that her chance for calling for help and actually having someone hear her was gone.

She looked up at him and tried to smile at him. She didnt know what she was gonna say to try and talk him out of the thing he was going to do to her. And through her mind-numbing fear she actually took a second to wondered how a skeleton could do something like that. But she wasnt curious enough to find out.

Look mister, I dont want any trouble-

Frisk stopped her sentence, groaning in fear as the skeleton took his hands out of his pockets and reached into his jacket.

"Frisk I think I left my purse behind the bar would you mind going and looking for it?"

To be continued....

(hey guys this took a lot of courage for me to post this. It's a more updated version than in quotev and watt pad just a few tweeks. I hope you all enjoy this and let me know in the comments how you feel about this)