(Red smoke falls like a waterfall from Sans' eye, Frisk observing it and drawing a similarity to the red smoke that would come from Sans' cigar.) [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.] (Frisk clenches her first and flashes a glare at Sans.)
[But she wasn't going to give him anymore of her fear than she already had.] (Frisk intensifies her glare.) "..." (Sans is staring down at her with a big, vicious smile, red smoke pouring from his eye.) (In two frames his hand, many golden rings on it, removes its grip from her shoulder.)
(Sans takes a step or two back from Frisk as she continues to glare hatefully at him. The page is void of dialogue. A close up of her eyes shows that they shift to look at the bathroom door. Suddenly, she makes a dash for it.)
(In an instant, a magical red flare attacks her chest, pinning her against the wall. She looks down in confusion, barely able to lift her closed fist. The red eye behind all the smoke coming from Sans' eye glows brightly, and by silent command, his magic presses Frisk firmly against the wall without physically touching her.)
🌹Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine🌹
❦ Chapter 2 :: Business Deals :: 54 - 57 ❦
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