"this is all my fault." Sans wept to his brother.
"No, Sans we don't balme you for this." Toriel reassured.
"you should. i-i promised t-to keep them safe. n-now they're…now they're-" He was cut off by Mettaton being dragged in by a raging Undyne. Napstablook and Shyren following.
"Where are they!? Where's the punk!? Where's Frisk!?" She yelled.
"Undyne, you need to calm yourself!" Mettaton spoke as Shyren began humming something in a minor key.
"What happened?" Napstablook asked Toriel.
"W-well…"
Frisk had been walking home from school. It was no big deal. After all Frisk knew how to handle themselves. At least, everyone thought they did. 4 highschoolers parked in a driveway that was behind them. They got out and on top of them. One of them pinned them down on the ground. One held their legs. One of them drew a pistol.
"So, I hear you've been flirting with my brother after you 2 got into a fight." The one with the pistol commented. "Like he should be around those peices of trash. Say goodbye 'Monster Girl Freak.'" A loud crack hit Frisk in the middle of their forehead. Frisk thrashed as the boys ran into the car. "Go, go, go!" The one that shot Frisk yelled.
Frisk let out blood curtling screeches from the pain. Hoping someone would help them…But nobody came…No one else saw the Monster Ambassador die.
"Then Sans and Papyrus found them on the ground. Sans got them to the hospital and Papyrus called everyone."
"EXCEPT ALPHYS! IT WENT STRAIGHT TO VOICEMAIL!"
"Alphys is studing in Japan." Undyne explained. "We're in Ireland. She's probably in the lab right-" Undyne's phone rang. "Hello?"
"U-undyne? I just got Papyrus's message! Wh-what happened? H-he w-was j-just sobbing in the phone!"
"Frisk's been shot."
"WHAT!?"
"Some highschooler's shot them." Undyne let tears fall as she began to hear Alphys's moans.
"N-not Frisk. T-they were so young…"
"The doctor's doing all they can. I think. I just got here."
"i-if i'd just gone to pick them up, none of this would've happened…" Sans sobbed.
The doctor walked in looking solemn. "Doc! What did you do!? How are they feeling!? WHERE ARE THEY!?"
"She is…gone…"
The room broke into silence, before crying began.
"Damn it!" Undyne jabbed a spear into the wall as Sans kept mumbling about how it was his fault. Shyren kept a shrill key in her throat, not wanting to hurt someone's ears or break any glass. Napstablook went outside in order to cry and Mettaton was recording as news didn't come to him through his boyfriend, but a fan.
"I'm sorry."
"May I see my child?" Toriel asked as Papyrus lagged behind her.
"Yes, uh do be wary that we didn't know that you were her 'mother,' so our first contact was the King."
Toriel sighed. "Very well. If Asgore is there, I will respect his grieving time, but I too, wish to grieve."
"Alright. Follow me to Frisk's room."
The doctor led them to the room, where Asgore was holding Frisk's hand as the heart moniter was flat as well as the brain.
Seeing the people you love grieve over your death, makes your magic glow red.
