Frisk knows that Sans will teleport them in a few seconds, but she puts intense care into not stepping on the lines of each sidewalk square. Every other step is half skip as she avoids the separation, playing in her head like it's a puzzle. When Sans doesn't teleport them, she looks over at the skeleton.
"Kid, I thought we might take a walk and chat about what's been happening." Sans says, and Frisk sighs. 'Here we go.' She thinks to herself, but glances to Sans every few seconds so he knows she's listening. "Heh, figured you'd be quiet. I guess I'll have to interrogate our prime suspect." He says jokingly and tickles her a bit by poking her with one hand.
Frisk giggles, but sobers after a few seconds. She continues her game with the sidewalk while Sans watches her persistent and ever constant smile. She wonders if he knows it's fake, or at the very least forced. "So who's Kylie?" He asks, straight off the bat and Frisk stumbles a bit.
She continues going, but just giving a simple shrug and a small flicker in her smile. "Frisk, you're not too big to let me worry about this too." He says and she hunches her shoulders a bit as she plans how to tell him, and the weight of her knowledge dawns on her.
"Kylie...was the second human to fall down." She murmurs, and even though she knew Sans must've strained to hear her small voice, he nods. Suddenly, all she wants to do is release everything she's been holding in, and Sans is the best listener she knows. In the next few minutes she jumps into the entire spiel, while Sans puts on the look he gets when he taking notes on something.
After she finishes, Frisk takes a deep breath and waits to see what Sans will say. His expression doesn't dictate much change, but then again as a skeleton it never does. Sometimes, in moments like the past few days when Frisk kept a smile taped on, she starts to relate to having 'smile' as default expression. While benfiting those around you, it's a terrible thing to be force.
"Kid...do you think we have any danger of Chara coming back?" Sans asks, and Frisk lowers her head, not wanting to push that problem on him. He's had enough of Chara for a lifetime. Still, there's no use lying since he already knows anyway.
"It'd be a new tactic, and though it didn't exactly feel the same. It was most likely her." Frisk answers and Sans nods. For a second, guilt is the one emotion that wins through the storm of all the others in Frisk's head. She narrows her eyes with a frown, knowing that it'd be better if Sans didn't have to worry about her being vunerable to Chara.
"Hey squirt, it's okay. So you saw through Kylie's eyes, and she was hurt by Asgore. I can imagine that might make you a little scared." Sans suggests, and Frisk almost jumps when he takes her hand with his gloved skeletal one. Ever since they reached the surface, he wears gloves in public.
"I won't lie, it made me nervous to see him like that. But, that was a very long time ago. I'm not a kid anymore, and I'm not scared of him. I'm afraid of what he used to be." Frisk responds truthfully and Sans nods. Suddenly the environment changes, and Frisk's next steps find her at the garbage dump.
'Garbage dump' is just a name for the warehouses full of abandoned things, in the old human neighborhood. Frisk had never looked deep into whether it was legal or not, but Alphys also says that no one else claims it. The government was never keen on having to deal with all this, so they agreed that if the monsters returned anything with specific names on it, they could have at the rest.
"Listen Frisk, just don't give Gramps too hard of a time on it. You'd never intentionally hurt a snow poff, but he's real sensitive." Sans says, yet something about what he implied doesn't sit well in Frisk. She mentally draws the idea of Asgore having to face what he's done, but the idea is batted away quickly. "Ya know, since we're here I'll give it some thought, and later we can chat more about it."
Frisk puffs her cheeks for a second, and if not for the look in his eyes she would've insisted they keep talking. Instead, she decides that the topic is more stress inducing than he should have to deal with. Regret washes over her. Why didn't she keep her big mouth shut? Frisk has obviously ruined Sans' day, and all so she could feel a little better.
"Ah." Frisk is startled when her phone rings, and she answers the call before checking the ID. "Hello?"
"Fr-K! We're f-er in! Hide - go - seek!" Undyne's voice pulls through with breakups in the connection, and Frisk's momentary panic is washed away when she understands she means a game of hide and go seek. "Come f- us!" Undyne hangs up and Frisk smiles at Sans.
"They wanna play hide and go seek!" She says slips her phone back in her pocket. "This could be difficult." Frisk's understatement hits her hard, wishing that Undyne had given her some clue aside from 'farther in.' "She said she's farther in."
"Alright then, why don't you find them and bring 'em back?" Sans suggests, and when Frisk turns to look at him, he is already lounging in a makeshift chair.
"We never go in alone." She protests slightly, but the mischievous look in Sans' eye tells her he's not moving for a good thirty minutes. "Fine, but if I never see you again, it's on you!" Frisk calls back as a joke, and tries to bury the disappointment in her sides when he doesn't respond.
Her determination wavers, but she refuses to turn back and worry him more by giving up on a game. She never gives up on challenges like these, they're her favorite. Today, however, she doesn't feel too enthusiastic. After walking around, calling for Undyne and Alphys, annoyance starts to fester in her stomach at her friends hiding from her. Proceeding that is resentment at herself for feeling that way.
"What the-" Frisk is caught off guard by a wet spot on the ground. She realizes that it's not the only spot that's wet, just the wettest of the wet. They have gotten so much rain lately, and a big storm is supposed to come later as well. Still, as Frisk is looking around for Undyne and Alphys she spots a door that's swung wide open.
"Found you!" She's walked by this particular section before so many times, she knows immediately when something's off. They've never been able to open that door before, nothing they tried could pry it open. Sans convinced everyone that fate was trying to keep it sealed shut.
It's on the side of one of the many warehouses, and it looks just like the other storage rooms. Even when frisk peeks her head in, she can tell the structure of it is the same. Nothing mystical or fate-like about it. "Are you two in here?!" Frisk calls out, and hears a muffled curse from the file cabinet.
At least the game is over now. Frisk walks over and, ignoring the familiar looking feel to the storage room, she pulls the large cabinet door open. Out jumps a particularly happy Undyne, and Frisk is enveloped in a hug that quickly morphs into a noogie. "Look at you kid! I'd have sworn I shut the door! Hey isn't this place lame compared to what we thought it'd be?" Undyne laughs and releases Frisk before pulling her out of the room.
Frisk can't understand, but her head starts to throb with a nauseous pulse. "Undyne..." Frisk moans, yet the warrior woman just calls out Alphys' name into the Dump. "I feel bad." Frisk has to tug on Undyne's shirt to get her attention.
"Take a breather, pipsqueak." Undyne concedes. "I'll find Alphys and then you can hide, I'll search!" Undyne exclaims and runs off. Frisk, deciding to get out of the sun, plops herself down in the newly opened storage room. She looks around, and as she recognizes some of the objects in the room, her headache fades away.
She stands up, and picks up a photo of a woman in a wedding dress. The groom is smiling next to her, with one hand on the woman's stomach. Where has Frisk seen this before? She feels like she's studied it before. She set the picture down, and instead looks over a mini grandfather clock.
She doesn't know why, but the chime sounds in her head as if she hears it every day. After tampering a bit with the arms of the clock, it rings in with an aged croak. It's the same as Kylie imagined it to be. Her Deja vu increases when she recognizes a very, very old jacket folded up in an empty, but opened box.
"Creepy." Frisk can't put a specific place to any of the objects in the room, but instead walks to the cabinet. It appears as if, when Undyne stepped in, a stack of papers had been disturbed. Hesitantly, Frisk picks up the cleanest piece from the enormous pile, and struggles to read it in the dim light of the storage room.
When she does make it out, she catches her breath in her throat and rereads it five times to be sure. 'Missing: Kylie Robish' It reads, and Frisk whimpers as she realizes why she recognizes everything in the storage room. 'Last seen 10/XX/201X. If found, please call...' Frisk almost pulls her phone out to call the number, but logic stops her. It's been so long that it's definitely not the same anymore.
After a going through a few more boxes in the room, she finds stacks upon stacks of the flyers. Whoever Kylie's mother was, she might have eventually given up hope and left everything that reminded her of Kylie here. Her next thoughts lead her to a stage of denial, trying to persuade herself that whoever made these flyers were a different person. They found her, a different Kylie. It's a weak idea, even in her head.
She walks out of the room and thinks of showing this to Sans. He would comfort her, and just the thought of a hug from him makes her feel better. Still, didn't she already decide not to bother him? And if Undyne and Alphys come back to see her hanging over this, they'd know something is up and tell him anyway.
Every fiber in her doesn't want to hide it, not really. She wants to find Kylie's mom and explain to her what happened. After all this time, surely she wants to know what happened to her daughter. Yet, would everyone else be okay with that happening? Asgore...doesn't want to face those demons, so how could he face Kylie's mom?
Frisk can't help but think that if she somehow disappeared for a day, Sans could get a break. She realizes running away would worry him and everyone else, yet she also knows he wouldn't have to worry if she wasn't here to begin with. Frisk blinks and looks up, making her decision as the clouds start to cover the sun.
She pulls out her phone to text Undyne. 'I'm walking home. Tell Sans for me, please." After several minutes of writing and rewriting the message, she finally hits send. Most people in this town are monsters, therefore everyone's friendly people. Walking everywhere isn't dangerous at all, in fact very few monsters use their cars at all.
Determined to give the others a break from her presence, she heads out for the town library. It's not very long a walk, and once she's there she pulls out Kylie's missing poster and starts typing in information, hoping to find something on Kylie's mom. "Please...Please.." She murmurs and after several text notifications and no luck, she pulls away from the screen and checks her phone.
If she's not careful she'll end up on the missing child's list. A terrible idea forms in her head, and she almost considers doing it before pushing it away. There's no way she could purposefully go missing, just to talk to the people who search for missing kids. After answering the texts from Undyne shortly, she scampers out of the library.
Frisk looks out into the semi city around her. Even though there are no skyscrapers, there are a lot of tall buildings. A new idea forms in Frisk's head and she likes it much better. In one of the alleyways, Bratty and Catty still hang out and sell things. On the surface, Burgerpants, or Bp, decided to work with them instead of for Mettaton.
He is probably the only person she can ask about things that go on around here, without him spilling it to whoever asks. Frisk traverses easily through the streets, and eventually finds the right alleyway. Or so she thought. It starts to drizzle when she comes to the end of the alleyway to find no Catty, no Bratty, and no Bp.
Frisk bites her lip as the rain starts to get harder, but doesn't give up. Instead she goes through each alleyway she passes, determined to find at least the stand where the three work at. When the rain gets too hard for her to ignore, she decides to hold off until it lets up.
At the end of her eleventh alleyway, she turns around to leave when some crates and other large containers fall from one of the buildings' roof. She jumps back to dodge it, but it effectively traps her in the alleyway with super heavy, pouring rain. Frisk pulls out her phone, but she has no connection from the thundering war in the sky.
She stares at the obstruction in front of her and bites her lip as she plans how to get around or over it. 'Fine, but if I never see you again, it's on you!' Her words ring in her head over and over again, making her feel as insignificant as an ant.
And as lost as Kylie Robish.