Reckoning Tale

by authormelanieray

18 years ago, Frisk left the Underground, but there was another barrier to face. When Frisk comes back, she must pass tests that 'destroy her human soul' in order to save the monsters. Knowing that freedom can only be won with 'humanity', Sans goes to the surface to trade Frisk some of his 'monster' . . . but a barrier is more than a gateway. (Sans/Frisk Romance.)

4. Why Papyrus Hid the Timeline Papers

Toriel's Home . . .

Alphys shared some tea with Toriel. Toriel noticed that she still looked a little nervous. "She remembers you. She has a remarkable memory of us."

"Well. You'd think a human might believe it's a dream after awhile," Alphys remarked. "She couldn't remember that much."

"Trauma can greatly affect a child," Toriel said, "and she fell in the middle of her trauma. She was trying to outrun people who had kidnapped her from her home."

"Oh." Alphys stirred her tea. "That would explain a lot." Alphys didn't really drink tea, but she didn't want to seem rude when she came over. In fact, Alphys had never even visited Toriel in the Ruins. They weren't the closest of friends, and the other side of Waterfall was as far as she traveled to see Undyne. The queen sounded awful on the phone though, like she really needed to talk to someone about something, and didn't quite know who to turn to.

Alphys sat the tea back down after a couple of sips. Maybe Toriel wouldn't notice she didn't drink as much. "So, what is it you wanted my help with?"

"The human, when she goes over . . ." Toriel paused. "When she goes over into the door we cannot get to, is there a way we can look after her?"

"No monster can make it in there. The power just drains out before anyone even reaches the door," Alphys reminded her.

"I know, but, is there something that we can do to help her? To watch over her? Can?" Toriel's red eyes were glossy. "I want freedom, but not at the cost of her, Alphys."

"Well?" Alphys picked the tea back up and stirred before putting it back down. "We could put a mini camera on her maybe?" She suggested. "Find out what's going on back there?"

"Okay, but what could we do with that information?"

"I . . . I don't know?" Alphys watched Toriel turn away, shielding her eyes from her. "I'm sorry. I don't know. If we knew how to get past in the first place, if we could make any progress, then the human wouldn't be down here."

"Her name is Frisk. Calling her human all the time isn't right. I'm trying to correct it myself," Toriel said as she stood up. "Frisk will be staying with me while she heals, and then she will return to her world."

"But, Queen Toriel?" Alphys stood up too. "The human, I mean, Frisk, uhh . . . I-it could get out still? But? What if it doesn't come back?"

"I almost wouldn't mind if it didn't," Toriel confessed as she shook her head. "They are making her destroy her own soul. As we speak, there is a small piece of her soul already missing. She has absolutely no faith in anything. She must heal, but even then? Her tiny hand. It was so bad, I couldn't even heal all of it. Just the small parts of fractured b-bone."

"But, it's not a child anymore," Alphys tried to help her understand. "If she can help free us, then-"

"Come. Come see for yourself." Toriel led her toward her guest bedroom. While heading there, she could have sworn she saw someone by her stairs. "Did you see something?"

"Huh?" Alphys asked. "No. Where is she?"

"This way." Toriel continued to the guest room. "The woman is sleeping. Be very quiet." She opened the door. On the right bed was Frisk. "You've never seen her this time, this close I believe?"

"Oh my." She did grow! Well, she wasn't taller but she had changed. It was clear she was a girl. Her hair was soft and longer. Alphys even noticed that she seemed to have filled out just like a human woman did. How the years had passed since it had been down there. It felt like not very long ago. "Humans age so fast."

Toriel moved to the other side of her and pulled back the covers. Fresh blood was seen still leaking through the bandage. Alphys watched Toriel heal it. The queen had immense healing power. If it were still bleeding after using it? While she did that, Alphys watched the familiar red hearted soul above Frisk.

The queen had been right. An upper part of it was completely missing.

Toriel took her from the room and closed the door.

"Actually losing a piece of soul. She's . . ." Alphys didn't know what to say. "Couldn't she try and beat them up?"

"For one, that's never been Frisk's way," Toriel reminded her gently. "For two? Frisk isn't the same. Come back towards our tea and I'll tell you more."

When they reached their tea, Toriel took a seat. "She used to have something inside of her. Two things inside of her, Alphys." She took a deep breath. "Apparently. Chara."

Oh, that must have been hard. "Chara's soul?" Human souls were still so mysterious.

"She guided her. She helped with translation. In fact, I believe she even 'talked' for her because I don't remember the sound of monster coming from Frisk's lips." Toriel took a sip of tea while Alphys picked hers up and just stirred it again. "Chara is at rest now, she seems confident of that. Considering she has no knowledge of the monster language, that would make sense."

"I am sorry to hear that," Alphys said. "At least she's been at rest now."

"She also had something done to her brain. Some shot they shoved into her little brain back then." Toriel looked disgusted. "One fright. One fight. If she had killed even one monster, it would make it easier to kill more. She was supposed to commit genocide on us, Alphys."

"What?" Alphys looked shocked.

"Instead, she somehow beat those odds. She never ended the life of a single monster. But, it made her strong. It made her fast. It made her the irrefutably strong hearted soul of a child we all knew. But, she's not any of that." Toriel stood back up. "She's just a mere human being that wants to do the right thing, but you can see . . . Frisk may die if she does that."

"I . . ." Alphys understood. "What are all these tests?"

"I don't know, but you should interact with her. It's . . . it's hard to see her like that. If she loses even more, who knows what she'd become?" Toriel walked downstairs. "I have to hope sending her back out helps to heal it, but I don't know. How do you heal something like that? Because I can't."

Alphys followed her downstairs. "I'm sorry. I really am. I will think very hard about what we can do," Alphys assured her as they walked. "I'm sure there's a way. I just have to think harder. Last time, we thought 'how to get past'. Well, she can get past, so now, we just need to think 'how to help'." She was trying. "Can I see her tomorrow? I'd like to ask her what she saw around her."

"I don't know. Alphys. How do you heal a broken soul?" Toriel asked. "How long does one take to heal a soul they are damaging themselves?"

"Honestly? I've never even heard of it. I would imagine only a human soul would know how to damage another human soul," Alphys confessed. She reached the door and opened it up. "I will look into it. I promise."

"If I can't guarantee her life. I just . . ." Toriel shook her head. "I will not lead her to her death."

Alphys understood. "I'll look into it. I'll find a way to help. We can beat this." They had to beat it. They had to beat it! Freedom was just on the other side.

But, what would the total cost of freedom be?

Sans and Papyrus' House.

"Here it is, Brother!" Papyrus said as he brought Frisk's body over toward Sans. He kept it wrapped in its blanket. "Alphys was there. I was almost caught, they were coming to see her."

"Great, it's ready. Just lie the kid on the floor." Sans moved from Papyrus. "Care to do the honors?"

Papyrus worked on the machine while Sans went over to drag out the human's wrists. He looked toward the other hand. Still bandaged up? "They did a number on her, Papyrus. The queen can usually heal everything."

"Yes, I noticed that," Papyrus said softly. "I wonder why she couldn't heal completely?"

"Yeah." That was strange. But, no stranger than it had already been. He carefully wrapped up its other wrist. He checked it real quick. Underneath each wrist area was a small IV he had hooked up. "It's ready." He stepped away and watched Papyrus start.

Like he feared though, he could already hear the parallel timelines chart start to tick. He moved over toward it along with Papyrus. The readings were different this time though. She was changing the Underground, but so far, no monster deaths . . .

Frisk moved around slightly, feeling woozy. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted but something was on her arm. No, wrist? Toriel? She forced her eyes to stay open as she took arm wrists off of her arms. Some machine started to emit a high screech, but she didn't care!

She bolted out for the door, opening it and taking off as fast as she could. She knew her blood from whatever they did to her wrists was trailing behind. Toriel! Toriel! Toriel!

"Ooh. I guess I didn't give it enough," Papyrus commented as he stared at the blood trail. "Do you want to catch her? She is going to need healed now, she didn't pull those out right. She might be dead before she-" He heard his brother take off. "Sans?"

Frisk tried to run as fast as possible to the Ruins, but felt herself getting grabbed and taken away again. "Let me go!"

"Frisk?!"

Frisk heard Toriel and the one holding her let her go. Frisk felt her wrists getting better, but she couldn't stay awake much longer. She heard a few clicks before she eventually went unconscious.

"What is going on, Sans?" Tori asked. "She should have been in bed."

"What is going on with her?" Sans gestured to Frisk. "Number one. Is that really the kid because that doesn't look like it at all!"

"It's been eighteen years. She's in her twenties."

"Yeah, but." Sans gestured to her again. "But."

"Humans age fast."

"Geez, not that fast." Sans looked back toward her. "What is going on with her though? How come you haven't healed her completely?"

"What are you even doing here?" Toriel came back on him. "What happened to her wrists?"

Sans shrugged. "Well. The Great Papyrus and I just wanted to make sure she was safe."

"I highly doubt that."

" . . . to be around." He sighed. "Toriel."

"You were the ones who hurt her?!"

"That was an accident, and I can explain." Going to have to at that point. He looked toward the human. Could it really be the same cute little kid? He moved closer to it.

"What are you doing?" Toriel growled.

"Just looking. Not hurting." Sans bent his skull down toward her. She should have been as tall as Papyrus. He tried to touch her chin, to get some kind of reading. It hadn't done perfectly in the past, but it'd be good to see she was staying on track. He could do better if it ever opened its eyes.

"Sans the Skeleton, leave her be and tell me what's going on?" Toriel pulled her away. "I shall put her back to bed, and then, I want an explanation."

Sans expected her to rebuttal or to protest as he told her about all the things the kid did in all the different parallel timelines. But she didn't even seem surprised. Not a bit. Her face gave away absolutely no shock. "You knew?"

"Yes, I know." Toriel humphed. "Unlike you, I have actually been talking to her. I didn't know about your little machine, but I do know what you are indicating." Toriel took a seat. "The child, back then, went through a lot, but it's different now. Not just grown up."

"How's it different?" Sans watched her, but she wasn't really in the speaking mood. Probably because he just had Papyrus abduct her, and he hadn't been supportive of her being down there in any capacity. "Knock knock."

"No." Toriel closed her eyes. "It isn't that simple."

"Yeah, it is?" Sans tried to take a seat, but Toriel's chair was bigger. He leaned against it instead so it didn't look awkward. "Look, you don't have to tell me everything. Just, how do you know it's safe now?"

"You brought her home. Quickly," Toriel remarked. "Straight into my living room."

"I couldn't be sure it wasn't bad or good. I couldn't let it just die like that," Sans said, "But, uh, you know? If you've got something that proves it'll be good, that would be great?"

"It was injected with a shot in it's brain. It didn't get tired. Moved faster. Was almost superhuman."

"Yeah, I remember that about the kid," Sans said. "What about it?"

"It was supposed to be used to give Frisk the strength to kill us all. All the frightened child had to do was kill one simple creature, and it would start to awaken within her, making her go crazy." Toriel shrugged. "Frisk never hurt a soul. It could do nothing. It ran its course and put her into a coma afterward. Makes sense, they would not want her killing humans I'm sure. Is that fine enough for you?"

"There was something in its head?"

"And don't you even start thinking about messing with her head," Toriel said grumpily. "There, you know. She isn't here to hurt any monster. She's lived decades on the surface and never hurt them either."

"Oh." That. Was. A relief! The former kid was fine. "But, why can't she speak monster?" Sans asked. "Are you sure she can't?"

"Another human soul attached itself to hers. It seemed to want to help her I suppose." Toriel didn't want to talk about it much. "Anyhow. She is not super human. As you can see from her wounds, she can be stopped easily were anything to happen."

"Yeah, but, why couldn't you heal her?" Sans asked. "You can heal anything."

"I am not talking about this anymore," Toriel sighed. "I am cross with you at what you did, Sans! You should have trusted me to tell me about this. And then, kidnapping her? Do you know how bad of an idea that had been?"

"I needed to know."

"Well, now you know what you need to. She was made to kill us, but she didn't. That time has passed, but she still came to try and save us. Good day." Toriel crossed her arms. "And don't bother her again for at least a week. I am sure you scared her."

Every timeline. She must have got scared, it must have triggered, in every timeline. But, the brain thing was gone now? He shuffled his bony feet. That meant. He shuffled his feet again. Could he . . ."She's really going to open it up? The outside? To every monster? Really?"

"Maybe." Toriel got quiet. "If so, it will be a long time. At least for me to guide her."

"What do you mean?"

"As soon as she is ready, she will go back out. But. But I don't know if I want to lead her back anymore than she would want to come back." Toriel shook her head. "Just go, Sans. I can only handle so much a day. I'm sure you'll find your way out."

Sans headed back home taking a shortcut next to the back door. He was about to open it when his cell went off. Alphys again. "Sup?"

"Uh, hey, Sans? Um, I know that in the past you and, uh, Papyrus worked with Gaster?" Alphys said on the phone. "What exactly did you work as? Were you good at science too, or lackeys or . . ."

Why was she asking? "Does this have to do with Queen Toriel and the human?"

"Sort of. Yes. I want to be freed. I want to be freed so bad I can taste it, but! I. I have to figure something out. Do you know anyone who's really good at science too? I need another brain to work with. I need a leaping off point."

"Maybe." Sans let go of the door handle. "If you tell me what Toriel told you."

"That's confidential."

"That's a heck of a deal I think," Sans corrected her. "I know the human isn't healing with Toriel's magic, which should be impossible. I know it doesn't speak monster because of some other attached soul thing. See? I've almost got everything. So, come on? Share?"

"Oh. Um. I just want to help the human, that's all."

"Help the human what?"

"Just. Just help it pass some tests."

Tests? "What kind of tests?"

"Just. Just tests."

"Alphys," Sans tapped his slipper. "Come on, please?"

"Well . . ."

"Come on," Sans urged her. "Tell your old Buddy, Sans. Hey, I won't tell anyone else. You know me, don't you?"

"Okay! So, the humans are making her break her own soul."

"Break her own soul?"

"Yeah. Toriel showed me it. There is actually a piece of her soul missing. They are putting her through tests so traumatizing to a human, that it's eating her away. If she passes, were freed. So. I want to help. I just need someone's help. Do you know someone? Sans?"

Sans walked through the door, hanging up the phone and looking toward Papyrus. Manifesting sweat. He looked around the machine, but the papers they had generated were gone. "Papyrus, where are the papers?"

"She doesn't kill anyone," Papyrus said confidently. "The human stays very good. Very, very good. You." His voice got lower. "You have no idea how good it stays, Sans." He shook his head. "You don't need to see them. We should just support the human again."

That bad? "It dies?"

"Many, many times in many horrendous ways," Papyrus said quickly. "That's all you really need to know, Brother. Even I didn't want to keep checking it. Um, but uh, in some of them. We are freed," he admitted.

At the cost of the human. "Papyrus, have you ever heard of breaking souls? I mean, not dropping to nothing and turning into monster dust. I mean, pieces of the actual soul?"

"What?" Papyrus shook his head. "No. Isn't that impossible?"

" . . . in what ways did she die?" Sans asked directly. "Papyrus?"

"Just, death." Papyrus shrugged. "You don't need the details, Sans."

Sans rubbed the front of his skull. "Bro. Don't hide things from me." He looked around the place. He headed out the door and went inside the main house. Papyrus tried to catch up with him. "Where'd you put them, Papyrus? If the human isn't dangerous, why are you hiding it?"

"Because! Because." Papyrus rubbed his bony hands together. "It . . . it was our . . . friend. Scary or not, what we learned from the machine. Here. It was."

"Good. A good kid. A terrific kid." Sans tapped his slipper. "It ain't even a kid anymore. I forgot how fast humans age."

"But it's still . . ." Papyrus groaned. "It's going to go through a lot of hurt to help us, Sans."

"I want to see the papers, Papyrus," Sans said. "Come on, bro. Let me see them."

"Uh. No. It's just a huge, big old mess anyhow," Papyrus said confidently. "The machine runs timelines, possibilities. It doesn't help in any other way. We wanted to know if it will stay good, and I can say with utmost confidence, it will stay good!"

"Test results could differ, splitting timelines, Papyrus, but the test themselves?" He held his hand out for papers. "I bet they are repeatable. Come on? This could be our Ace in the Hole for a Plan B." Papyrus still looked unsure, but Sans was already coming up with a plan. "I'll be out back again."

"Sans, why? Timelines being split already happened," Papyrus warned him. "Sans, it's just not a good idea. We can't do anything for the human!"

Sans didn't listen. He just picked up his cell and called Alphys back. "Hey, I might have found a guy for you."

One week later . . .

"I don't know about this," Alphys said nervously. "This is a lot of monsters at once to see her."

"Hey, I've waited a week to see how the kid's changed," Undyne insisted. "And these two boneheads want to see her too. Besides, greater numbers weakens the mother defense."

"Well, I think it will be nice to see the human. Sans said it changed so much," Papyrus insisted as Sans knocked. "Should we have brought a gift?"

"The gift is the show," Sans touted up from beside him. "Just like work."

"Work is not just the-" Papyrus stopped as Toriel said 'who's there?'

"Gopher," Sans said.

"Gopher who?"

"We think the human could gopher some company," Sans finished, hearing her laughing at the other end.

"Oh. I don't know."

No. "Come on, Tori, we've been waiting to see her."

"For what reason?"

"Not excruciating tests, I assure you!" Papyrus chimed next to him.

Everyone except Papyrus covered their face.

"She's still . . . well . . ."

"I'd like to talk to her about cameras for the next test too?" Alphys also spoke up. "Maybe? I might have a little plan to help? Sort of? Queen Toriel?"

They watched as Toriel answered the door. "Sans and Papyrus?"

"You said a week. We gave it a week."

"You kidnapped her and almost got her killed."

Sans shrugged again. "You said a week. We gave it a week." She wasn't budging. "Okay, can I just point out I'm the only one that at no point ever tried to murder her as a kid? I just . . . dabbled."

"Dabbled," Papyrus agreed. "We just dabbled this time. The almost death was not our fault."

"Totally. Come on, Tori?" Sans tried to urge her. "Just tell us where you found the human and Papyrus and I can go get her. We need to talk to her."

Toriel looked at everyone at the door. "No. I couldn't get her anyway, she isn't here and she will not arrive again." Toriel looked away. "It's just too dangerous. I banished her."

Wait. "You?" Undyne asked. "You banished her?"

"I am not losing Frisk's soul, thank you," Toriel said as she closed the door. "Good day!"

Undyne blinked. "I don't believe this. The queen is keeping the human away."

"The only hope to getting free?" Alphys hugged her equipment. "No. No, no, W-we were going to help. No. But."

Papyrus patted Sans shoulders. "Well. At least we don't have to worry about it anymore. Bad or good. Let's return to our work, Sans."

"This is wrong. That is our freedom!" Undyne shouted. "I'll tell King Asgore. There must be a way to make the queen see reason."

"Yes. Um, keep me posted on that. I guess," Alphys said. "Reach me when you need to, Undyne. I guess I'll just go home then."

"Do you want me to escort you home?" Undyne asked her.

"I'd feel better yeah." Alphys hugged Undyne and then they took off.

Sans watched Papyrus heading away too. He just stared at the door.

"Come on, Sans," Papyrus urged him. "Let's go back. The human is gone just. I guess, just like we wanted."

King Asgore might rule, but Queen Toriel was stronger, and she wouldn't let the human get hurt. There was no way Undyne telling Asgore would help. He wouldn't go against her again, not after their last fiasco. But there was no way they'd ever get their freedom without the human.

Toriel was right, they were practically there. Papyrus even said the timelines was showing it multiple times. It could just be another trap, but, they had nothing to lose. Papyrus' spunk had trimmed down. Sans felt himself falling deeper the longer time passed by too since then. Having hope and then it being ripped away. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything hurt in some time.

But, it was there again. Superhuman or not, Frisk was still the kid of determination. One more go. To believe, just one more time.

Could he?

Sans and Papyrus' House . . .

That night, Papyrus hardly said anything as they ate leftover hotdogs. Papyrus wasn't in any mood to fix spaghetti.

"Sorry, Papyrus," Sans said from the table as he ate the hotdog.

"Well, the human had a huge exclamation point above it," Papyrus said. "So. It probably would have just died. Anyhow. It's safe. We know the whole story why it went bad, so that means we're safe and we know that it is safe. I guess. We are all safe."

"I don't remember human." So long ago. It was difficult to learn too. "Only the King and Queen probably know it 'cause of their daughter. Maybe Alphys?" He was stretching. "How many years does it take to learn human?"

"I don't know, to master their language for us? The high squeals? At least . . . six?"

Six more years. "Six. That ain't long. Maybe just part mastery, maybe three?" Sans chuckled sadly. "Years just fly by us so, it's nothing. Frisk would still be alive, still kicking."

"Yes, but. The hole?" Papyrus asked. "Wouldn't someone have discovered it by then and corrected it? That's risky."

"Learn human and just hope the hole stays open." Sans groaned. "Does anyone still speak human?"

"Why does it matter?" Papyrus just leaned his skull on the table. "Queen Toriel banished her."

"Yeah, but . . ."

"What?" Papyrus just moaned from the table. "What could anyone possibly do? Go after the human and stash it from the queen? To cross royalty, the punishment would be brutal."

"No more brutal than not trying anymore," Sans spoke up. "Papyrus, we could have freedom for everyone."

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Papyrus asked. "It's wrong!"

"It's wrong of Tori to let the chance go," Sans corrected him. "Look, the human's right on this mountain somewhere. Right out that hole. That kid grew up and it . . ." He shoved his hands in his bony coat. " . . . and it still came back. It's not going to go nuts. It's just the kid that we knew."

"The one that did the puzzles."

"The one that beat Undyne without killing her."

"The one that went through Alphys tricks and forgave her."

"Yeah, and that never hurt anyone. Just passed through. It doesn't have the same strength, but, it was still that kid." Sans jiggled the crinkly grillby wrappers in his coat.

"Brother?" Papyrus warned him. "Don't."

Sans tapped his slippered bony foot against the floor. "She doesn't speak monster, and they are killing her soul. Even though you won't tell me what's in those papers . . ." Papyrus looked away " . . . I bet it's got something to do with that. Even the queen can't fully heal her."

"Yes, and that's another thing!" Papyrus pointed out. "Remember it's hand? We can't heal it like that. It would have to suffer because we couldn't take it to the queen." Papyrus shook his head. "No, it's just a dream, Sans. Besides, at least your safe."

Whoah. That was new. "At least I'm safe?"

"Yes. Yes we are all safe."

"Yeah, but, the human's the one . . ." Wait. There was more to those timelines than Papyrus said after all. "I'm involved, aren't I?"

"No! No, of course not." His voice practically squeaked. "Sans, it's not . . ."

"How do I get involved?" What could he possibly do? He was just a monster not human. Frisk was human and she was the only one who could get back there. Unless. "I get it."

"No! No, no, no! That's, you're pulling a paradox, which should be completely illegal!" Papyrus shouted, "because you would not be on that track without knowing about the timelines. Therefore, anything you are thinking of is null and void."

"No, the monster language. It's not null and void." Sans stood up from the table. "I would have gotten it, I just had to think about the language barrier. And since when did we start caring about paradoxes? It's sheets of paper. You are reaching."

"No, Sans!"

He already knew. "It's okay. Just, tell me one thing? In the timelines that we made freedom in? Was it always just Frisk, or did it take me too?"

Papyrus bent his head down. "Not all of them were good," he almost squealed. "Sans, it's so risky."

"Alphys did research on that barrier that's holding us back. * You've only got to be like twenty percent human." Sans looked at his bony fingers. "She needs the monster language. Healing abilities. The superhuman abilities she used to have. Plus, I could take some of the tests too. I'd qualify."

"She would never go for it," Papyrus stood up too, throwing his napkin down. "No human would give up part of their own humanity for it! And when they found out the truth, even if she survived?"

"She'd be considered monster." That made sense. If they really did get freedom, percentage would be a big thing.

"You're opening yourself up to a lot of things, Sans. This will mess with her, mess with you, and it might even reawaken really old memories." Papyrus sat back down. "Like, the day we were thrown down here. I don't really want you to remember that. No one wants to remember that. We know it happened, but . . . to remember?" He groaned. "Besides, like I said, she would have to give up part of herself for it. What human would do that?"

"One that moved back here for the monsters." Sans stopped tapping his foot. "One that risked coming back in for the monsters." He stopped jiggling his coat. "I just need enough human to ask once. Even if it doesn't go all the way through it, I could have the power to take those tests."

"Oh." Papyrus laid his head on the table. "Why can't I go instead of you? I could have done it."

"Timelines didn't say so, huh?" Sans chuckled. "Probably 'cause I'd never let you. I'm going to go investigate that hole, and I am going to find a way Papyrus. We aren't giving up, we're just getting started. Freedom is just around the corner. One way or the other."

"Don't say that!" Papyrus criticized him, but it was too late. He was gone.

Sans took a shortcut into the ruins, seeing the tiny froggit hopping around. "Someone must have gotten Frisk. She can't be that hard to find out there."

"I did, and she's not hard to find if you speak human."

Sans looked at the ground. He took a step back. Oh no, that thing? "Oh. You." It got her? The unfeeling flower? That's what happened in the end, it wouldn't have feelings anymore. Right? "Haven't seen you in some time Asriel-determination-concoction-thingamajig."

The flower shrugged. "Left of the mountain. Community 20. 559 Prescott Drive. Full name, Frisk Magnolia Cross. Not that that helps, it's written in human you bone-headed-skeleton-weirdo-thingamajig. Finding the way, you still need to know human. So, twiddle dee or tweedle dum? What will you do when Queen Toriel comes?" Flowey popped away from the hole and showed up beside his slipper. "You know that she banished her. If the human gets caught, it'll be on you. But, if you don't? Kiss freedom for everyone, bye bye. So, are you willing to trust me in the name of freedom? Good ol' Flowey?"

End of Chapter

Notes: * Human/Monster. It's not that bad actually, but it does tend to give a headache or make someone sleepy. When a greater amount is taken though, it becomes more dangerous. Small similar qualities can be traded between much easier than a huge percentage.