𝐆 𝐨 𝐝 𝐟 𝐫 𝐞 𝐲 (mafiatale g sans x frisk)

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A hard knocking came from the door
Frisk groans. A sharp pain inside her head that makes everything spin, and the harsh knock from the other side of her walls are irritating the beast inside her
"Fucking hell, i heard you!"
She shouted from her room and slowly get up walking towards the door. Just eleven in the morning and everybody just have to wake her up and get on her nerves.
The knocking got harder from there and so is her patience

"I said wait the fuck up!"
She opens the door revealing a bunch of monsters
Infront of her...they look like she owe them a big amount of money..and she look like she's been on crack for weeks..

"W-We came to pick you up"
One of them stutter before responding her
and frisk tilted her head in confusion
"Who?"
She grumble narrowing her eyes trying to focus
On one of them from the lack of sleep that affects her visions
"Don.G"

Who the fuck is Don .g
She thought to herself and just staring at them with
Pure confusion

"Uhh..."
Frisk scratches her head trying to remember any appointment she ever made with anyone name Don.G

Wait a minute..

"You sure we got the right house?"
One of them said to his other comrade

"You got the right house, just wait outside while im getting ready."
And just like that she walk inside slamming the door

"....she didn't even let us in and have coffee?"
A dog looking monster stare at the closed entrance in disbelief as the other one slap the back of his head

"We just came here to take her stuff jon, not some coffee
Now just sit down and enjoy them view."

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A new life will begin when she walk out of that door
And she still feel uneasy about working for others..
Especially the guy she's trying to kill..
What if everything is just a lie and he's actually planning to kidnap her and torture her for trying to kill him?
What if he and the anonymous client were actually working together on killing her?
What if...

She look out to the window

What if she just ran away from all of this mess?..
She might lose her money..but she still have some cash in hand...probably about 400$ or something else she could find inside her safe..

What if he's telling the truth and was actually trying to make business with her...
she did saw the contract And it feel legitimate

She sighs
What even is life if she couldn't rely on anyone anymore..
Whatever happens just happen..
She didn't even care anymore at this point...

But she really want to kill that anonymous customer that shot down her friend...
She want to find those who shot her parents...
those who destroy her life...

She clenches her fist.
Her chest begin to feel heavy And it's hard to breathe...it's getting really hard to breathe..her body begin to shake uncontrollably
Rushing to find the anti depressant inside her bag
Swallowing it down without any water to drink.

Her heart beat slows down and she could finally heaved in the air again..
Anxiety is awful...it's one of the many reason that makes her want to Die.
She stare at the mirror feeling tears came out from her eyes quickly wiping it away
How long will she stay like this?

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"You guys sure you can handle all that?, it's pretty heavy"
They stare at her suitcase that stack up almost reaching the ceiling, they just stare in awe...one of them even let out a gasp...
"I'll help carry some of them"
She blurted feeling quite sorry for them
For the first time in her life...feeling sorry..