And I came such a long way to where you are...
Now I'm falling from this star...
And I can't forget it,
I'm not ready yet...

'Cause the way you look at me,
I can say you set me free...
And no matter what you say,
I won't go away...-Vertical Horizon, "Won't Go Away"


The gray space unfolded itself in front of him again.

There was something a bit different this time. It was more like he was watching some kind of movie. There were boundaries that he could just...feel were there. Like he was staring into some kind of large, gray room instead of an unending expanse. There was a desk off to the side, but nothing else seemed to be here. A white fog seemed to envelop the edges of the room, and there was a colorful focal point at its center that seemed to distract from everything else. And it smelled like...

It smelled like carbon and...crayons?

The focus appeared to be on a figure sitting on the ground, looking at something. He was wearing an orange sweater and blue pants, and appeared to be barefoot. Somehow it looked comfortable enough to not need to wear anything on these metal floors.

The dreamer solved the puzzle immediately.

IS THAT...ME?

Papyrus remembered in great detail what Sans told him. In fact, his ability to remember things was one of his strongest suits, often compared to the human idea of having a "photographic memory." These details matched what Sans described when he found Papyrus' body in that spatial crash.

The skeletal child appeared to be hunched over something, and Papyrus tried his best to approach and get a good look. Being a dreamer came with its own limitations, and he really had to strain himself to move even a few feet, but somehow, he did it. Looking down, he saw that his younger self was working on drawing a picture, and it looked like it was almost complete, unless he was planning on making a background.

Papyrus already knew that he wouldn't.

It was the picture that Sans had kept in his journal.

SO I GUESS I WAS THE ONE WHO MADE THAT PICTURE. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER...?

"WHAT'CHA THINK, BRO?!" The child asked.

From out of the fog came a comforting, familiar sight. A young Sans, wearing a long lab coat that almost draped on the floor, a blue shirt underneath, and baggy pants. His shoes were untied, because of course they were.

Sans scooped up the picture.

"oh man, you're gettin' better, pap. that one looks just like you!"

"YEAH, I SPENT A BUNCH OF TIME IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR TO GET IT RIGHT!" He smiled proudly.

"well i guess it worked. dad's gonna love this."

HE CALLED HIM..."DAD."

"COOL! CAN WE GO SHOW HIM RIGHT NOW?!"

Sans sighed and handed the picture back to his brother. "no, not right now, sorry. we're preparing for a big experiment, could be dangerous."

"AWW, THERE'S ALWAYS AN EXPERIMENT."

"no worries, kiddo, it's not going to take that long. we'll be back for dinner, i promise."

"I KNOW. I JUST...I DON'T GET TO SEE DAD MUCH ANYMORE."

"yeah, i know. he's..."

Sans looked away for just a moment.

"...busy. he's really busy."

The sound of an intercom device clicked on.

"-Sans, We're Ready To Proceed.-"

Sans walked into the fog and made a sound like he was pressing a button. "alright, i'll be there in a sec."

"HI DAD!"

The intercom clicked again. "-...Hello, Son. Are You Well? Are You Behaving?-"

"YEAH! I DREW YOU A PICTURE, WANNA SEE IT?"

"-...Maybe Later, After Our Work Is...Finished.-"

Everybody could hear the regret in his words.

"AWW, BUT I WANNA SHOW YOU NOW! SANS SAYS IT'S REALLY GOOD!"

"-It Will Have To Wait. Don't Forget, Alright?-"

"OKAY."

I DON'T REMEMBER THIS.

Sans walked back out of the fog and knelt beside his younger brother, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"hey, don't be so glum. we'll be back before you know it."

"I KNOW, I KNOW. I'LL BE GOOD, OKAY?"

"that's good. oh, pap, the experiment we're doing, it's gonna take all the power of the core, and it's..."

He blinked as his brother tilted his head in confusion.

"...yeah you don't understand that. look, for a little bit, the lights might get really dark, so keep your flashlight handy, okay? don't be scared, the light will come back on, it always does, ok?"

"OKAY, SANS."

Sans stood back up and sighed, placing his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. "be good, okay? just...stay here and we'll be back before you know it."

"WHAT IF...YOU DON'T?"

YEAH. WHAT IF YOU DON'T?

"aw, c'mon, we've never done anything that dangerous. we're just...well, i'll explain it when you're older. some of this stuff even goes over my head."

"I JUST...HAVE A BAD FEELING."

Sans and Papyrus looked at each other and placed their hands over their chests. The dreamer, looking on, knew that feeling immediately. The synchronized pulse of their hearts, of their souls. The dreaming Papyrus felt it now, too, remembering that Sans was sleeping right next to him, and it was a feeling that always comforted him, and it was only recently that he knew why.

"...well, just hold on. hold on to your hopes and dreams, for my sake too, okay?"

"DO YOU THINK SOMETHING'S GONNA HAPPEN?"

"i dunno, but don't worry, i'm not gonna leave you alone if it does. i promise."

HE HATES MAKING PROMISES, BUT...I SUPPOSE HE DID KEEP THIS ONE. HE KEPT...ALL OF THEM ACTUALLY.

The intercom clicked again. "-Sans. It's Time.-"

"alright, pap, it's time for me to go. see you in a few hours, okay?"

"OKAY! GOOD LUCK!"

Sans walked into the fog again, to the sound of a mechanical door hissing open. "...yeah."

The young skeleton looked back at his drawing again and smiled a bit, feeling incredibly proud of his creation. He placed it on a nearby desk and moved on to another sheet of paper, scribbling down the typical nonsense a child with no direction or inspiration would draw. The dreaming Papyrus found it a bit charming to see himself being so...well, cute.

Time passed quickly, and the lights began to flicker for just a bit, startling the child. He grabbed his nearby flashlight, ready to shine it on the demons he just knew were hiding in the dark. The lights stabilized again, and the child found himself looking at the drawing on the desk.

DON'T.

He picked up the drawing and looked in the direction of the door. He mustered up all his determination and gave a decisive nod.

DON'T GO.

The child ran into the fog, the familiar door's hissing noise indicating that he'd left the room.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I DON'T REMEMBER THIS, WHY AM I SEEING IT NOW? IS IT A MEMORY THAT I LOST? LIKE SANS?

A voice boomed from behind him...and also from inside his skull.

"That Is What I Would Like To Know As Well."

Papyrus turned around to find Doctor Gaster sitting in a laboratory chair, looking as if he were studying him and the scene that just unfolded. He appeared to be "normal" again, despite the cracks in his face and holes in his hands.

"GASTER! I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU! ARE YOU WELL?"

"What Did You Two Do?"

"WHAT?"

"That Memory Was Stolen By 'It,' And Somehow You Got It Back, Despite The Lack Of Context."

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND. THIS MEMORY WAS...STOLEN?""

"Yes. It Was Taken From You When You Were In The Void. It Took It From You."

"I WAS IN THE VOID..."

A spark of recognition flashed within his eyesockets.

"IS THIS WHAT'S HAPPENING TO SANS?!"

The doctor nodded, giving Papyrus a tiny smile. He was watching somebody else figure out the puzzle in far less time than he'd anticipated. He was...proud.

"Something Inside Sans...Has Changed. What Happened, Before You Came Here?"

Papyrus began to pace around the area, not even noticing that the hindrances to his mobility were no longer in place. His arms were crossed behind his back as he tried to figure out just what Gaster was wanting to hear.

"WELL, HE TOLD ME EVERYTHING ABOUT...US. WE'RE A PART OF YOUR SOUL, RIGHT?"

Another nod. Another smile.

"HE TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR...ACCIDENT. AND AFTER IT WAS DONE, WE WERE IN MY ROOM, AND HE...HE..."

A tear began to roll down the skeleton's cheekbone. He wiped it away with his scarf.

It still hurt. A little.

"HE TOLD ME HE WAS SCARED. OF FORGETTING THINGS. OF FORGETTING EVERYBODY. FORGETTING YOU, AND FORGETTING ME, AND EVEN FRISK. HE FINALLY TOLD ME WHAT WAS MAKING HIM SO SAD ALL OF THE TIME. HE..."

"He Admitted It."

"YES."

"He Accepted It."

"I SUPPOSE HE DID."

"Fascinating," He said, looking away in bemusement.

"DOCTOR GASTER!" Papyrus stamped his foot.

The doctor was startled, to say the least, and it was the first time Papyrus had ever really had a leg-up on the doctor since they'd "met."

"DOCTOR, I REALLY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. WHY AM I SEEING MEMORIES THAT I DON'T REMEMBER, AND DON'T MATCH UP WITH SANS' STORY? WHY ARE OUR MEMORIES BEING STOLEN?"

The doctor only turned his head in a strange sense of delight. That smile grew a little, and there was something he really seemed to enjoy about keeping his children in the dark. Or maybe he just liked keeping a mystery building. It was almost sadistic-looking, and Papyrus had a feeling that it was more of a tactic, than a genuine feeling.

"TELL ME."

Still smiling.

"PLEASE."

Still no words.

"DOCTOR!"

Nope.

"DAD!"

It was a piercing word that attacked the Doctor, the shock sending him back into his chair so hard that it scooted back a few feet. He clutched at the left side of his chest, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily to try to ease the pain. That twisted smile was gone, replaced with a painful grimace. His eyes flaring open widely, his right eye not even trying to hold back its teardrop.

Papyrus moved his right arm to the left side of his chest, feeling something...strange. It was similar to the resonance he'd felt with his brother, but it felt different at the same time. It felt...older, somehow.

"Papyrus...It's Really You, Isn't it?"

The voice was still booming, like it came from deep within space itself, but it had changed. It didn't feel like a surgical use of sound, but rather a meaningful wish to say the words. There was a gentleness to it that felt like it had been lost for a ages.

"YES, DAD. IT'S ME. I CAN...CALL YOU DAD, RIGHT?"

"I...Would Like That. I'm Sorry, Papyrus. I'm Sorry I Can't Help You. I'm...Beginning To Lose The Fight. It's Affecting Me In Troubling Ways."

"WHAT FIGHT? AGAINST THE ENTITY?"

"The 'Entity,' That Is A Good Way To Describe It."

The painful look on Gaster's face finally subsided, and he focused his hands on his chest. A glimmering light began to form in his hands as he appeared to be pulling something out. He held it out to his son, who looked on in awe.

Floating above his hand was his soul.

It was a heart-shaped light, but it appeared strangely...incomplete. It was whole, but there were parts of if that weren't as brightly lit as the rest, although there was still light there.. Almost exactly one-half of Gaster's soul was dim, splitting right down the middle. And in the center of the brighter portion was a large, darkened hole that was the same brightness as the "missing half."

"This 'Hole' Is Sans. This Entire Other Half...That's You."

Papyrus moved closer, almost wanting to touch it. He held back, not knowing what affect that could have on his father. He was made from half of Gaster's soul. An entire half...but Sans was a smaller piece. He was so much stronger, though. Technically, Sans' powers dwarfed Papyrus' abilities. For a brief moment, Papyrus didn't think that was fair, until he thought about his brother's less-than-average state of health.

"This 'Entity' Is Stealing Memories From Sans. Your Memories Of Me Are Short, And Few. It Already Succeeded There. With Sans, There's A Lot More To Take, But Something Happened. Something Caused You And Sans To Take Something Back. You Say He Accepted His Feelings. His...Emotions. Emotions Are The Source Of Our Magic, Even The Bad Ones. Instead Of Throwing Them Away, He Took One Of Them Back. I Think That's The Key."

"DAD...WHAT HAPPENS IF WE DO FORGET YOU?"

The doctor's darkened eyes appeared to shift into something resembling sadness.

"If Your Memories Dwindle And Disappear, These Parts Will Inescapably Fade, And I Will Have Less Than Half A Soul. It Wouldn't Take Much To Just...Move Into My Body And Take Over."

"TAKE OVER? THIS THING WANTS YOUR...BODY?"

"It Controls A Source Of Great Power, When Combined With A Monster's Body, It Could..."

"POWER. EVEN GREATER THAN YOURS?"

"Yes. If We Were...Merged, It Would Control Enough Power Enough To Escape The Void. Power Enough...To Cause A Great Many Calamities On Your New Home. It Must Not Be Allowed To Escape Here."

"WHAT ABOUT YOU? MAYBE ME AND SANS COULD COME AND GET YOU OUT OF HERE! MAYBE THAT WAY..."

"No! If You Come Here, It'll Only Destroy You. And Dust Has No Memories At All."

"BUT...DAD..."

"I Know, Papyrus. But...If You Can Do What You Did Before, Maybe You Can Take His Memories Back. You Might Even Be Able To Get Back Some Of Your Own. You Could Buy More Time, Maybe Even Stop It Completely! Just...Don't Come Here. Please Don't Come here."

"DAD...I'M SORRY. I WANT TO HELP. I WANT TO HELP YOU SO BADLY!"

"I Know. And I'm...Sorry It Has To Be This Way."

Gaster placed his soul back into his chest, breathing in deeply in response. He stood up and looked down at his son. He truly was tall, towering almost two feet over Papyrus. He hunched over and hugged his child, who in turn wrapped his arms around his father's waist.

"It's...Time To Wake Up."

He didn't want this to end.

"...Son."

It really hurt.


There was always something about Papyrus' bed that was so comfortable. Maybe it was the mattress, although those were hard to fit into the frame. Maybe it was the perfect heaviness of the blanket covering his body, or maybe it was that extra, really soft pillow that Papyrus always kept at the ready.

Sans always thought it was something physical. Now he knew.

It was Papyrus.

It was always Papyrus.

He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyesockets with the palms of his bony hands. The rest of the bed was strangely empty, but it was tucked in again, in impeccable form. His brother was nowhere to be seen, but Sans already knew where to look.

Sure enough, there was a note sitting at his lap, on top of the covers.

SANS,

YOU WERE SLEEPING SO SOUNDLY THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO WAKE YOU. NEVER FEAR, I TOOK FRISK TO SCHOOL WITH DUE HASTE! THEY WERE WONDERING IF YOU WERE ALRIGHT, AND I TOLD THEM THAT FOR ONCE, YOU WEREN'T HAVING ANY NIGHTMARES, SO I GUESS YOU'RE FINE!

OH! AND I'M OFF RUNNING ERRANDS TODAY, SO I'LL RETURN LATER THIS EVENING.

YOUR BROTHER,

-THE GREAT PAPYRUS

"...you dork. you didn't have to sign it," Sans chuckled.

Once again, Sans found himself amazed at Papyrus' ability to rebound. Ever since he was a kid, whenever something bad happened to him, he would always find a way to persevere, and he would do it with a smile. It was almost like perseverance was Papyrus' very nature, and his trademark confidence in himself was surely born from that very part of his soul.

He found himself feeling a strange twinge of anxiety in his chest, though, as this very scene was familiar to the skeleton who was trapped in-between resets. The first time his brother had ever perished, because of...

...Sans remembered that particular timeline. The first bad one, he spent all day in Papyrus' bed. Sleeping. Crying.

"no, no no no, that wasn't frisk. that didn't happen. we're here now. we're here and he's safe."

A last minute doubt cast its shadow over his heart, and he urgently grabbed his phone and dialed.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four r-come on, pick up. Pick up.

Beep.

"HELLO SANS!"

Relief. A deep breath to replace the worried air in his lungs. Or...whatever he had.

"SANS?"

Sans held the phone to his head, but didn't say anything. He just stared blankly ahead at Papyrus' room, just happy to hear his voice. Happy to hear he wasn't...

"SANS, DID THAT MEDDLING CANINE GET AHOLD OF YOUR PHONE! CANINE! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, DEMAND YOU UNHAND-"

"whoa whoa! sorry, bro, i'm here. just...spaced out a bit."

"THERE YOU ARE! SANS, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"yeah, i was just calling to..."

He had to think of something fast.

"...tell you that i'll go pick up frisk today, that cool?"

"THAT'S PERFECT! THEY WERE WORRIED ABOUT YOU. THAT FREES ME UP TO GO TALK TO KING ASGORE."

"asgore? what're you heading over there for?"

"I WAS...THINKING OF SOMETHING. I WANTED TO RUN IT BY HIM AND ASK HIM SOME STUFF."

"like what?"

"WELL, I WANTED TO SEE IF HE REALLY FORGOT ABOUT GASTER, FOR ONE."

"bro, i'm sorry, but i'm pretty sure he forgot. it's not going to change overnight."

"I KNOW! WELL, AT LEAST I THINK I KNOW. I JUST...WANT TO HEAR IT FOR MYSELF."

"alright, sounds fair. just...don't say i didn't warn you."

"I KNOW. YOU'D BETTER HURRY THOUGH, SCHOOL'S OUT IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES!"

"bro, you know me. i'm never late."

"WHAT?! YOU'RE ALWAYS LATE! ...WELL, I SUPPOSE NOT WHEN IT COMES TO FRISK."

"yeah, i'd better get goin' though. catch ya later."

"GOODBYE! I'M HANGING UP NOW!"

"alright."

Beep.

Finally standing up, Sans took one good look around the room again, his eyes falling on the clock on the wall. Two-twenty in the afternoon. Did he really sleep for that long? Wait. Not only did he sleep for such a long time, but he realized something was different about how he slept...

He didn't dream. About anything, or anyone.

He just...slept.

"it's been awhile since that happened. it's nice. this must be what being 'well-rested' feels like."

He scooped up his jacket and slipped in on, dropping his phone into his pocket while he did so. He took one last good look at his brothers room before he stepped out and shut the door behind him. He looked down the hall at his own room for a second, but realized that there wasn't anything there that was important to him now. A dresser full of clothes, a bed, an unused treadmill, all just things. Just objects meant to fill space and to create convenience.

It smelled like bones and a brother who had what he needed.

He walked down the stairs, focusing his mind on his destination. The school came into his mind's eye, specifically a very particular spot that he usually teleported to, just in case. It was a spot nobody usually tended to be around, so he wouldn't get spotted. He put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, preparing his shortcut.

He opened his eyes again, nodding in approval to his decision.

He decided to walk. Just this once.


The swing moved back and forth, squeaking every now and then from the more rusted parts up top that miraculously still held it together. It was the oldest toy on the school playground, the only thing that hadn't been replaced by all new equipment, and Frisk loved it.

"hey kiddo, sorry if i was a little late."

Frisk gasped and forced their swinging to a stop, looking over to see that Sans had sat down at the swing right next to them. They gave him a smile that they hoped was matching Sans' in intensity.

"Nope, school just let out. I just got here."

"ah, that's good. i was worried since i was walking and i didn't want to keep you waiting."

"You walked?" Frisk raised an eyebrow.

Sans rolled his eyes a bit. "yeah, yeah, i get it. don't tell papyrus though. he'll never let me hear the end of it."

Frisk giggled. "Okay."

Sans' feet, barely touching the ground, began to push the skeleton back and forth, with Frisk following suit.

"pap told me you were worried about me?"

"Yeah, I mean...you looked sad. When you were telling that story."

"oh. yeah well, later on me an' pap had a chat. he...he really helped me out, y'know? helped me realize that maybe i shouldn't keep things inside. well, for the most part, anyway. i mean, we all have secrets to keep."

"...Yeah."

Sans' swing came to a stop, as he looked over at his friend and sighed.

"hey, so...about last night. i'm sorry i got so weirdly...defensive. and i'm sorry if i scared you."

"It's alright."

"you sure? i mean...i know that you don't want to tell that story, but that doesn't mean i should've...reminded you about, y'know...us."

"It's not that I don't want to tell the story. It's just...really sad. And...I don't know if mom could take it. I want to be the one to tell her."

"well, if you ever need to tell anybody anything, just tell your ol' dunkle sans."

"...'Dunkle?'"

"hah, something pap came up with. like a dad uncle. dunkle. has a nice ring to it."

"I guess so. Sounds like something he'd come up with."

Frisk's swing stopped too.

"i was serious though. if you wanna tell somebody, you can tell me. you know i won't tell anybody. i'll listen."

"...Okay."

"well, just lemme know. in the meantime, i guess we could..."

"When we were at the Barrier."

Sans' eyesockets widened. He didn't exactly mean for them to tell him right here, and right now. He wasn't exactly about to stop them, either, but something told him to buckle up and get ready. He clasped the chain just a little tighter.

And so the tale went on. A story about friends being captured by a flower. Of dear friends having their souls all stolen by one being, desiring to become a god and bring everything back to zero. Of holding on to hopes and dreams. A story about Determination, and reaching out to all they held dear. A story of lost souls forgetting everything, only to remember all over again. A story about reaching out to Asriel, Prince of the Underground, and getting him to remember his sense of compassion and love.

A story of a lonely, frightened child, living with an unbearable fate, who used the power he stole to break the barrier, before returning it to its rightful owners. A story of a sad, forlorn existence, trapped forever.

Sans didn't remember when exactly it happened, but when he was done being entranced by all the details, he looked down.

He and Frisk were holding hands.

It was just a strange instinct to him. This story would've been tough for anybody, but Frisk? Frisk was just a kid. A very determined kid, to be sure, but still just a kid. Kids always respond better to a more physical touch than adults did, so he figured it would help Frisk keep calm, and...

...Who was he kidding with this scientific analysis? He wanted to help Frisk, and holding their hand helped. Nothing more, nothing less.

"that's...quite a story. prince asriel was that flower, huh?"

A now sniffling Frisk wiped the tears from their eyes with their free hand, nodding solemnly.

Sans gave another sigh. "yeah, i guess our happy ending ain't so happy, huh?"

"I couldn't...I couldn't save him. There's nothing I could do."

"i know, kid. sometimes...things are just out of our control."

"Yeah."

Sans looked at the human again and tilted his head.

"that face. that's the face that says you got somethin' more to tell me."

Frisk chuckled a little at being figured out so quickly. "I'm sorry, Sans."

"for what?"

"For killing Papyrus."

Sans lowered his head, and gently squeezed Frisk's hand.

"it's okay."

"No, it's not. It's not okay. I mean...I know he's here, and he's alive, and I love him so much, but...I killed him, Sans. I know I did, and you know I did, and it's not right. I didn't even know how badly that affected you, I didn't realize until we met at that hallway. I...I cried after you left. I cried and I was so scared, and of all people, you were the only one who was nice to me from when we first met, and you were gone. I killed your brother and you were gone, and I..."

"hey."

Despite everything, neither of them let go.

"you made things right. you did. you came back to the underground, and that 'entity' used you to reset. deep down? i know that was your decision. maybe you couldn't control the outcome exactly, but you came back to mount ebott of your own free will. something tells me you did it to make things right."

"Maybe. I don't really remember. I was just...so sad. I wanted to meet you all again."

"well you couldn't have done that without a reset, right?"

"Yeah."

"then we're even. besides...how many times did i..."

The words lodged in his throat. They weren't coming out.

"...Kill me?" Frisk asked, shaking a little.

Sans gave another gentle squeeze. "yeah."

"I dunno, I lost count."

"then we're even. i guess. besides..."

Now Sans was the one beginning to tremble. Frisk returned the favor, squeezing his hand in turn.

"i...don't really feel that great about killing a kid. i'm...really scared of it, to tell you the truth."

"You're scared?"

"yeah. all that stuff i told you about EXP and LOVE? that might not hold exactly true to humans, but it's something you can measure in monsters. i don't want to be somebody like that. i'm still...a little afraid to find out about my own memories."

"Because Gaster had souls."

"yeah. i mean...i don't know how he got them. i'm scared to think that i might've helped him. but i can't remember. what if i'm just another murderer? what if i'm just a killer who was just cutting loose? what if it just came natural to me and i just..."

"Stop."

That tiny hand was holding on so tightly.

"Just stop."

"sorry."

Both of them stopped shaking, both of them sighed heavily at almost the same time. Sans hopped out of the swing, still holding Frisk's hand and looking them in the eyes.

"still making that face? c'mon, i told you, this isn't going to go away overnight. we're just going to have to keep going. and hey, at least we're not alone, y'know? we got each other, and we got-oooof!"

Sans' speech was cut short by a very sudden, strong hug from the human.

"...Thanks, Dad."

It was a gentle word that washed over the skeleton, the sensation sending him almost forward into the human he was holding right now. He felt something in the left side of his chest, a glowing, tingling, warm feeling that felt like it was drawing them both closer together. That saddened look in his eye was gone, replaced with an ever-widening smile. His eyes flaring open widely, his left eye not even trying to hold back its teardrop.

"hey, i said i was a dunkle. y'know, like a..."

Frisk wasn't really paying any attention.

"well...i guess 'dad' works too."

It smelled like Frisk and Sans. Together.