Two years.
Two years since she left.
Sans didn't need anything else. He didn't need the surface. He didn't need anything else.
Except her.
He decided to see her today. It was a winter morning. It as 5:00. Flowey wasn't awake.
Flowey and Sans lived in a small house near Mt. Ebott, right in front of it, actually. Other monsters lived farther out; some not even being remotely close too it. No one really had a specific reason to go back unless some monsters they knew stayed there. Most left after the news that the barrier had been broken. Others didn't leave for their own personal reasons. Most who left the Underground didn't go back. There were only two ways to get in; either you could jump through the opening at the top, or you could go in how you went out. No one who needed to go back climbed it and jumped. They didn't want to risk being dusted. Not because of the fall, it was because Frisk was there.
Although most monsters weren't particularly kind to her, they now respected her. She set them free. She risked her life for them.
Sans started to climb Mt. Ebott. He was the only monster who ever did. The climb wasn't a long one. It seemed to become shorter and shorter every time he climbed the mountain. Sans often wondered what it was like for Frisk to climb that mountain. What was going through her head. She never told him why she climbed
Mt. Ebott in the first place. She never told him how she fell.
Did she even fall? Or did she….. jump?
That very thought lingered in Sans's mind. Why would she jump in the first place? He tried erasing that question from his mind. He didn't want to know.
Sans landed on the bed of golden flowers. The grave was on the end of the patch of buttercups, so if anyone were to jump in, they would (most likely) not hit their body on it.
There was something in front of Frisk's grave. It seemed like a small girl. Her hair was dirty brown. Her sweater was white and had many tiny black birds on it. Her leggings were black as well. There were rips in the knees. She had a pair of old and ratty red Converice on. The shoelaces were untied. Her face was buried in her hands with muffled sobs accompanying it.
Sans approached the little girl with caution. He reached his hand to touch her shoulder when,
"HEY! GO AWAY! DON'T HURT ME! OR I'LL…..i'll…..oh, it doesn't matter. She's gone."
The kid had to be about eight. Frisk was ten.
"Woah, calm down. I ain't gonna hurt ya," Sans said hastily.
"Just, who are you and how did you get here?"
The girl was quiet momentarily.
"I'm Brooke.I am Frisk's younger sister. Or, I guess was. She told me she just needed to get something from a friend's house. She didn't come back, though. She left a note in her room saying she came here to…..to…" Brooke started to shake and couldn't muster any strength to finish what she had to say.
It took a couple of minutes for Sans to take all of this in. She was ten. Her life couldn't be that bad, right?
"You don't have to finish. I feel I know how this story ends. Where are your parents, by the way. I'm sure they're worried about you."
"Them? No. They don't care. They never did. Why do you think she left? Why do you think she lied to me? Why do you think SHE WANTED TO DIE?!"
Silence filled the area.
"I'm….sorry." Sans managed to say.
It made sense now. She never said anything about the surface. Her family. Her friends. School. That was never talked about. She would change the subject automatically.
"Well, uh, let's get you out of here. Come on."
Sans held his hand out to her. Brooke slowly took it. Her hands were warm compared to his. They were so much smaller, too.
"Come on. I know a place that has great food." Sans managed to say.
"Your sister loved it."