Hours passed as you remained wide awake. That damn pale man had messed with your nerves again. Time dragged by as you laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Until eventually you heard something new. Soft knocking from your door. You immediately sat up. You saw the door handle jiggle slightly as the person on the other side spoke, his voice slightly muffled through the wood. It was the man in the coat, or 'Frisk' as you called him. 'Hey...you still awake...?' He asked, hesitantly. You relaxed and went to open the door for him. The man gived you a slightly sheepish smile. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he spoke, his voice soft. 'Can I...stay with you...for awhile...?' You nodded. 'Frisk' flashed you a relieved smile and walked into your room, closing the door quietly behind him. He looked around before his gaze landed on your bed. 'Do you mind...?' You shooked your head. He sat sat down gingerly on the edge of your bed, folding his hands in his lap. You came next to him. 'You're still cold?' You asked. He gave a small nod. Silence. 'Can I try something?' You continued. 'Frisk' seemed intrigued. You hesitated. Then you faced the coat guy, took his cheeks, then placed your lips on his. The coat man's feline eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly closed the distance between the both of you. He slowly melted into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. His mouth was cold, and he tasted faintly of peppermint. He let out a soft, pleasant hum against your lips, his body going almost completely lax under your touch. His hands reached out and gently clutched the fabric of your shirt, as if to keep you from pulling away too soon. Another soft, needy sound escaped his throat as he pulled you closer, his lips moving against yours almost hungrily. It seemed he wasn't ready to let you go just yet. You tried to slip his hands under Frisk's green sweater. But him, seized by a sudden panic, grabbed your wrist. You couldn't see what he was hiding under his sweater ; A gaping hole instead of his belly. And the telltale sign that he was a visitor. Frisk was breathing heavily, his heart racing and eyes wide with panic. He was trembling. He swallowed. He wanted more, he wanted nothing more than to continue to feel you, but the fear that you would discover his true identity had him frozen in place. Frisk closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath as he spoke quietly. 'I'm sorry...I'm sorry I just-I can't...' Short pause. 'I can't let you see what's beneath my clothes.' You softened. 'You shouldn't be ashamed of your body.' You retorted, still a bit breathless from the kiss. 'You don't understand...it's not like any normal body, there's something wrong with me...horribly wrong!' Your expression darkened. You thought of your shotgun, lying on the other side of the bed. What if Frisk was a visitor? You had suspected it from the start - and the tests showed he wasn't 'normal', like the cat lady - , but Frisk hadn't hurt anyone. Like the cat lady. You trusted them more than the real humans in the house. You were screwed, and in denial. 'Show me.' Frisk's breath hitched as you ordered him to show his belly. 'No- no, you don't want to see, you don't-' His words cut off abruptly as you suddenly grabbed the hem of his sweater and lifted it. And you saw that in place of his stomach there was a hollow space - a black hole. You remained motionless, stunned. Then, you reached your hand towards it. Frisk was trembling beneath your touch, a soft moan escaping him as your hand slipped into his empty stomach. His back arched as he felt you inside him, a soft whine escaping his throat, his expression dazed and almost euphoric. He met your gaze with half-lidded eyes. He looked flustered and embarrassed, but there was something about the sensation of having your hand inside him that seemed to make him light-headed with pleasure. 'Everything alright?' You inquired. He managed a shaky nod, his voice a bit breathless as he softly responded. 'I'm…I'm fine.. just, please-' He placed his free hand on your arm. 'Don't move your hand away...stay near me.'