,Hope found herself glad she had decided to help her parents get settled before she started the lawsuit against Mon-Co. As she stood before an angry associate, with a very upset Sans on her shoulder, her anger grew. She was about to shout some angry loud complaints, Sans spoke up with a soft murmur.

"Don't make a fuss. Accept it and move on. If your law system is anything like I think it is, then I have a plan" Hope's complaints died in her throat. She took a deep breath. She trusted Sans. He wouldn't lead her wrong. Even if it meant turning away from the men that overstepped their bounds.

"I guess you must be right, sirs. It seemed that my ancestors must have sold the land at some point. I'll stop bothering you then." Hope said to the men in front of her, her voice sickly-sweet.

She turned, walking away from her summer home, trying to pretend she wasn't about ready to storm the place. Away from the men that denied her parents the ability to retire peacefully.

The moment they were out of eyeshot, Sans started to shake. When the got into the car, he let out a frustrated, wordless, shout.

"That's where they killed Frisk. That's where they killed my child."

Hope ripped her phone out of her pocket, shakely dialing 911.

"911, What's your emergency?"

"I've got a friend here with me by the base of Mt. Ebbot who says he saw the murder of the missing child Frisk. Unfortunately, it seems to line up. I have a summer home on the mountain, but Mon-Co claims that the land belongs to them. We got harassed by security until we left the premise. The address is 143 W. Ebbot Drive." Hope spewed information as fast as she could, hoping that someone would come to investigate before the scene was completely wiped.

Fortunately, some cops were sent to get there quickly. The few minutes spent waiting for the cops to arrive were spent with Sans clutched tightly to Hope's chest, trying to calm him down. Papyrus was on Hope's lap, a hand extended to Sans' leg. It only changed his emotion to anger instead of fear.

"First they take our magic. Then they take Frisk. Then they take your home... What else do they think they can take! I won't let them! I won't sit aside anymore. I'm going to protect you Hope. My size doesn't matter. None of it does!" Sans looked up during his speech to reveal that one eye lost it's light while the other was lit with a bright light that flashed from blue to orange and back again.

His speech stirred something in Hope. Something deep and primal. If he wanted to protect her, then good. She would need someone by her side. For she would get justice for him, for the monsters, for Frisk. No, justice wasn't the right word. She would bring retribution. She would bring them down, show them the full judgment of the karma they deserve.

"Your eyes..." Papyrus said softly. Confused, Hope pulled down the sun flap in her car and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were a deep almost purple pink, glowing with anger. Literally glowing.

"Wow..."

She was broken out of her revery by the police cars pulling up beside her.

"Are you Hope Terrafin?" Hope nodded.

"Do you have any evidence for us. We will need a warrant to search the land." The cop seemed casual, but the stiffness of her posture showed an underlying tension.

"Even better. I have the deed to the land and house. My parents want to move in completely, so when Mon-Co denied access to the land, I made sure that the land was still under our name. They are occupying land that belongs to my family, and I would ask that you would help survey the land under suspicion of a crime."

The officer nodded, and with a skeleton on each shoulder, they set off.

"Excuse me, ma'ams, I must ask that you not come farther up the mountain, as this is Mon-Co property." A rapid fire conversation sprung up between the officer and security guard.

As the guard was told off, Hope looked at Sans. He pointed a shaky hand up the path that you used to chase your dog on. The moment the guard moved out of the way, she started off. She walked with the certainty that came from years spent playing in an area.

Her stomach flopped when she reached a small plateau. There was a mound of soil that was freshly disturbed, with maybe a single rain or two to smooth it out. Shoving aside some of the dirt revealed a horrible stench. Hope backed away, stopping far before she even revealed the body.

"Oh my gosh. I used to play here all the time. Oh-" Hope broke off, rushing to the side of the clearing. Sans and Papyrus were nearly knocked off her shoulders when she knelt and vomited. The officer called in backup.

After a few short questions, Hope went to the house, collapsing on a chair at the table. She gently set the boys in front of her.

"Why did they do that to Frisk? Frisk was so kind." Papyrus signed, tears in his eyes.

"You know, humans like to think well about themselves. They've got this word they use to describe the 'good' bits of humans. 'Humanity'. It's supposed to represent humans in a good way, to be what we are all the way down in our core, our soul. But I'm starting to wonder if humanity is a positive thing at all. Sometimes it seems like there are so many more evil humans than good ones. Humanity sucks, you know?" Hope paused her monologue to wipe tears from her face. When she lowered her hand back to the table, Sans leaned into it. She could feel slight wetness near where his eyes were.

He was crying.

"How far up the mountain does your family's land reach?" He asked, voice somewhat muffled by Hope's hand.

"About two thirds of the way up. Why?"

"Can we go up there?"

Hope nodded, gently picking the brothers up again. She cradled them near her heart instead of on her shoulder like before. She prodded at Sans, but any questions were met with 'keep going' or just 'please.'

"There it is..."

The world seemed to... distort in front of them. Hope could feel the power coming off of it. It was overwhelming, causing her to fall to her knees. Papyrus shook in her hold, pressing into her like a child.

Sans however, hopped out of her hold, taking small steps forward. He slowly raised his hand to the powerful wall. The moment his hand hit the wall, he shook. At first, Hope thought that he was just being emotional, but as he started to glow, she realized that something was very wrong. He atarted to keen, a noise that was somewhat high pitched and tense.

Then, he started to grow. His keening turned louder and deeper, devoloping into a loud, hourse shout. Magic from the barrier gathered into the spot his hand lay, before pooling into him.

Mere moments after he raised his hand, he fell to the ground limp. When Hope pushed herself forward, she found that she couldn't pick Sans up like she had before.

Sans was back to his normal size.