Frisk slept over without a word. She headed back to pick up Storm before returning to Sans's house. Papyrus was completely oblivious and keep going on about his new human friend. Frisk… couldn't find it in her to keep up or engage him. She just curled up on the couch and tuned him out. The house was chilly, as the heating was non-existent. How did her mom even tolerate it?

Papyrus eventually figured out she wasn't listening and that something was wrong, and she just told him she didn't feel well. That made him rush to Sans's room- but he never came out.

Funny, Frisk thought. He was usually the clingy one. He was the one who would be offended if he was ignored. But… after what he said, seeing him not even concerned…

Frisk hid her head under the blanket.

Swift and Storm played together, claws tapping on the floors. Papyrus kept trying to coax her, cheer her up, make her feel better. She appreciated the action but wished to be left alone.

I'm just a human to him.

A human.

Something he hated.

Why was she any different?

The next few days dragged by, marked by three more deaths. Dogamy was reported dead, supposedly killed on his way to the city after being called for assistance. His death was more an enigma, as he wasn't in the vicinity of the other deaths. Some thought it was a move by the resistance group.

The other two were random monsters she never knew. But it didn't make it less depressing, or less terrifying. It was covered on a single new channel- while Mettaton's entire block was dedicated to it. There was a bigger number of humans becoming aware but little seemed to be happening, at least on the legal level. There was supposedly "an investigation " but human police forces did not do anything. Monsters data on humans was limited, and that plus not having professionals, it was rough.

At least, for them. She didn't know how Sans's process was going. He locked himself away, even from Papyrus. She realized the poor skeleton was going head over heels because of this. She had to say, she was surprise Sans was shoving Papyrus away too.

Maybe Silver was right, and he was just immensely scared and didn't know what to do.

Still…

Frisk slept over every day afterwards, and her mom said something but she didn't care. She didn't know why, but she thought she would feel better if she was in the place that was supposed to make her happy. But it didn't. She still felt grey and dead, and she ignored school work and stayed on the couch.

Sans hadn't left his room since. Not even to eat. His new room had a mini bathroom so he didn't have to leave.

She slept on the couch. Like she used to. She felt horribly isolated and alone. Even Storm was gone, sleeping with Swift.

She didn't want to turn off the tv. She didn't want to turn away from it either.

Pathetic. Still scared of a TV like a baby.

She burrowed a little more under the blanket, shivering.

The room felt too dark.

She could see the soul wolves, faint. Dapple was distraught, as was Snow. She didn't know why and didn't try to figure it out.

She emptily watched the tv, not retaining anything.

Then, there was a creak upstairs and the spirit wolves abruptly disappeared.

Frisk's jumped, and her heart began to beat a little faster. However, looking up the dark shadow shrouded stairs revealed two glowing lights.

Frisk shifted, watching him make his way down the stairs. She could see darkness under his eyes, and he generally looked… ragged.

Why is he running himself into the ground over this? He's not the type to do so much, even for monsters.

His gaze slowly met hers, and he seemed surprised she was there.

"… Din' know you were here." He stated. She couldn't tell any emotions from his face or voice.

"…I have been."

"…Sorry, I've been busy, ya'know?"

Frisk sighed and sat up.

"You look tired."

He looked away.

"So?"

"…" Frisk looked down at her lap. "It's… just… this feels pointless. And unlike you. It's just going to cause more problems."

Sans's eyes narrowed defensively.

"I already told you, you have no idea."

Frisk didn't move.

"… I know. I'm not one of you guys."

"Frisk… I don't mean it like that, it's just… ngh, I'll talk some other time." Sans began making his way towards the kitchen with sudden haste.

Frisk felt that sick knot tighten.

"…Please just… never mind." Frisk decided it was pointless.

"What?" Sans turned around. He appeared to be shaking. He hasn't seemed to be eating, so he was probably starving.

Frisk couldn't look at him.

"I said never mind. No need to waste your time."

She laid back down and turned her back to him. No use having eye contact now.

She just didn't feel… okay. She hadn't been feeling right for the past two months but now was ten times worse. Sans probably used her to get through his own emotional problems. He didn't know any better. Now he was fine, he had been fine. He had been doing great, away from the magic and stress and isolation.

He didn't need her anymore. Alphys was wrong about him being clingy, about him needing more contact than most monsters.

There was silence, and she thought he went back upstairs with whatever food.

However, a few seconds later, she felt a weight at the other end of the couch.

"Ugh… I really don't… I keep telling you that you don't understand. I'm sorry I'm being an ass, okay? But it's not because of what you think. You know I hate talking about being scared… I don't have any guts, eh?" He prodded her side.

She didn't move.

"… I'm not bent on doing this for noble reasons. Silver was fucking right you know, about one thing. I'm scared shitless." He was shaking harder now.

"I haven't been working on locating the number this entire time, most of it I've been pacing back and forth. It's been like this ever since we came here, I get so anxious at what could happen and…"

Frisk looked up.

The poor thing was trying so hard not to fall into a million pieces. It was a drastic change from a few seconds ago, when his eyes glittered with hardness. Now he was trying to hold back tears.

"…I don't wanna talk about it anymore… but just know I'm scared… for you too. I don't know what's been happening Frisk but you haven't been acting right. I don't like it. I don't know what to do, cause I feel like if I leave Paps even for a few hours I'll never see him again." Sans turned so he was facing away, and his arm was wiping his face.

Frisk felt like a total asswad now.

How come she didn't see?

She knew he was… anxious. She thought it was normal. She didn't realize how bad it was- Sans was getting things just like her own anxiety, because it was too much too fast. There was no time to think, to relax, there was always a tense air. Even on days they could all go out, it didn't feel like it was really hanging out. Sans had been acting good natured and seemed fine, but really he was struggling too.

Frisk swallowed.

Partly because of her. He did notice her shift in mood, after all.

She didn't know what to say. Hell, what could be done? They couldn't make it any less dangerous to love here. He could go back to the mountain, but then… he would still be upset. Sans was a sensitive type that wasn't the best at adapting, and this sudden onslaught wasn't doing him good.

"…sorry I upset you." Was all she could push out. Sans's shaking was ridiculous now- concerning. "I didn't know… that it was bothering you so much, you know?"

"I know. I sorta… kept it under wraps… cause…"

"Yeah." Frisk understood. Sans hated fear. He didn't know what to do with it. He was given fear and anxiety and stress and stared at it like a young child would at an algebra problem. He couldn't solve it on his own and ended up acting in ways to try to rid the problem- in this case, aggressively pursuing the group of murderers.

"…I know you've been unhappy. I don't know why, but… is it cause of me or the world?" Sans looked back over at her.

"I… I don't… I am still a little upset from the spat the other day, is all." She didn't want to worry him more.

"What's been making you unhappy before that. Frisk, I am not stupid. Even Undyne commented on it. Is it your bitch mother?" His voice held a toxic edge and a threatening rumble.

Well, shit.

"I don't know, okay? It's probably just me needing to get used to this all again. I do feel like… we don't get to act like a couple anymore though…. you are too busy with Paps, but that's perfectly fine."

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Frisk. No. I know I've been helicoptering Paps. I was looking back and forth trying to figure out which of you to helicopter, I swear to god. You both need helicoptering. But you give me the shit about "talking about my feewins" like some sort of PSA. But you don't do that. Fucking hypocrite." He pointed at her chest.

Frisk tightened her mouth.

Well…

"It's a… little different. You need this. It's not right to expect s-"

"None of that polite, correct shit. I don't give a fuck about "healthy boundaries of couples!" And all that Jazz you get out of internet articles. If it upsets you it's wrong. So. After this shit I'm helicoptering you."

"Please no." Sans was trying to shift to a lighter tone, and she was taking the bait. All of her depressing thoughts were fading away.

"Yes. I will watch you through the window at night."

"That's freaky."

"That's called dating Sans 101."

"Also known as Kpop fans."

"What the fuck is Kpop."

"Weird shit."

"Hug me you bitch."

Frisk couldn't protest as soon thereafter she was being held prisoner against his chest.

She realized it had been awhile since they had hugged, or kissed… or did anything, really. So she melted into it.

However, he was still trembling.

When she realized she tried to push away, concerned. His arms shook when she tried.

"Nooooo…" Sans nuzzled the side of her head.

"What's wrong? You're shaking, I thought maybe it was because you were upset but you're still-"

"Hungry."

"Oh."

Frisk wanted to face palm. Of course he was hungry.

"It sorta just hit me. Didn't have any appetite till half an hour ago." Sans took a deep breath.

"Sorry. Go eat." Frisk tried to push him away again.

"In a bit…" Sans was doing his shenanigans again where he refused to let her go, like a kid with a favorite teddy bear.

Frisk groaned and slumped.

Funny, how she quickly went from Sans doesn't like me anymore to sans likes me too much and has some issues.

Frisk closed her eyes and couldn't help but smile. She felt that warmth in her chest for the first time in those two months. Her tail curled around her leg, and Sans leaned back so they were both lying down.

I was a fool, for the way I was acting. Selfish, kinda. Frisk loved the warmth, better than the empty protection the blankets provided. I wasn't seeing his problems. I can't let that happen again, I can't let this fall apart.

Frisk had more thoughts, but they were lost as she ended up dozing in and out of sleep. She could remember Sans changed position a few times, but the only time she snapped out of her sleepy trance was when Sans was absent.

She opened her eyes, feeling cold. The blankets were over her, indicating that Sans was planning on being gone for more than a few minutes.

Frisk sat up, unhappy that her cuddle time had ended abruptly.

Is he just getting food, or is he back upstairs?

She remembered how he said he was locking himself away because he was anxious, not because of his search. So she pried herself away from the couch and began to search.

He wasn't in the kitchen, though there was an empty cup of ramen noodles on the counter. He had eaten.

Then she looked upstairs. She was surprised to find he wasn't in his room either. Not under the bed, not in the bathroom. Not in the closet or outside the window.

She didn't know why she felt the need to look in those places, but Sans was a weird fella. Who knows what the fuck he was doing.

Frisk ended up looking over at his PC curiously. It was still on. It was Papyrus's old one, modified to run better. Sans did have a brain for technology after all.

But he was seemingly gone, with it staying on. He could be in the other bathroom or maybe Paps room, but she had a foul taste in her mouth.

Frisk approached the computer, seeing that he had google maps open.

Oh no… you better not be. Frisk felt like she was going to throw up.

The mouse was hovering over an alley across town. He appeared to have a custom widget installed that put a purple circle over multiple areas on the map.

When she clicked on the circle, a chart with some sort of data was brought up. Nothing said anything about it's location or what was there- on Google Maps it was simply just an alleyway.

Frisk knew what happened. She didn't want to believe it, but…

If she hesitated, something bad could happen.

"Why the fuck would you go alone?" Frisk looked around frantically before running downstairs and grabbing her phone. She called out his name once just to be sure, but didn't waste time in taking a picture of the location and grabbing the closest coat available before running out.

It was onein the morning, so the wind was bitterly cold and there was few people. A few cars here and there, especially as she crossed towards the middle of the city. The grass and trees faded as it turned to dirty concrete and tightly packed buildings. Frisk began to run, heart hammering against her ribs.

You fucking idiot, you motherfucking idiot!

Frisk started to wheeze, the exchange between her skyrocketing anxiety and her bad lungs taking its toll.

She turned around a corner, and entered a dark series of alleyways.

She slowed down a little, peering down at her phone. Scared she was in the completely wrong place. Since her phone was a monster phone there was no gps or anything of the like.

She began to shiver, despite not being cold. This was dangerous…

Letting him go into this alone was even more dangerous.

The shadows casted from the buildings were harsh.

I don't see him… what if I'm in the wrong place?

Frisk began to get even more scared as adrenaline burned in her blood. Anything could happen anytime. She could be rushed, mugged, shot, or something worse.

Frisk hugged herself, letting out a tiny whimper. She no longer had her dagger with her. She had nothing. All she could do was hope she wasn't found by some-

"Yo, What the fuck?!"

Frisk leaped into the air and yelped, only to have her shoulder grabbed. Her mind imploded and she slashed at whatever was touching her.

Her claws hit air.

"Frisk, chill!" Sans stepped back, avoiding her hand by a hair.

Frisk stared at him, panting. She was light headed.

Her fear was replaced by rage.

"What the fuck Sans?!" Frisk dug her feet into the ground. Her tail was bristling.

"I should be saying the same to you." He growled. He was wearing a slip on hoodie, hood up.

"You suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night! For this! You don't understand the meaning of a gun, do you?" Frisk swung her arm. Her chest hurt.

Sans blinked nonchalantly.

"I guess not, but at least I'm equipped to deal with one. I don't suppose you brought a giant skull layer of your own? A kitchen knife ain't gonna 'cut it', heh, even if you have one."

Frisk bit her lip.

"Still… you can't go alone."

"I can't now. You had no clue what I was doing, did you?"

"Trying to find this gang or whatever? Alone? Without telling anyone?"

"Not that simple snap pea. At least you got a coat, pull it up."he pointed at the hood. "And tuck your tail in. I ain't letting you go back home alone now." His brow was furrowed in concern, as if he was having difficulty with the decision.

"How about we both go home?"

"I already booked."

"What?"

"There's a nightclub here. Really under the books, and under wraps. Only people from known criminal activity, groups, or otherwise are let in. If you don't have a pass, you don't come out. So, I went online and found someone to impersonate, and called me up."

"Impersonate? You're a goddamn skeleton." Frisk frowned.

"So? They don't need ta see. I just keep the hood on, give 'em my name, and go by. I'm guessing it's normal since crooks don't exactly trust eachother."

"Sans… what are you getting yourself into…?" She shook herself. This place sounded like Hell incarnated on Earth.

"An illegal nightclub with probably lots of drugs and other illegal activity." Sans smiled like it was a day on the beach. "My kinda place, eh?"

"I would kill you."

"Suuuuure. Anyways, I tracked down the phone signal of the number using Alphys's Jazz. This is the place where they spent the most time, and using the dark web gets us the information we need." His calm expression dropped. "It's more dangerous for you then it is for me. I may be a monster but you are desirable for… really shitty reasons. It's fucked up. I really wish you didn't do this, Frisk. I know what I was doing."

Frisk grabbed the edge of the coat.

"You always say that… you could have asked someone to help you. Even if it's not me, it could be Undyne, or Rocky…"

"Hell no."

"Bu-"

"I know it's dangerous. Wanna know what's more dangerous? Being so fucking scared out of my mind Paps is gonna die that I end up drinking a shit ton and doing something stupid. So enough." Sans was trying not to snap or raise his voice, she could see.

Frisk swallowed.

I wish I could put some sense into you…

"C'mon. Nothing is prolly gonna happen. Just gonna look around. Keep your head down and be quiet." He motioned to her to follow.

Frisk hid her tail and slowly followed, Sans waiting till she was right beside him to move.

He tightened his hood to better hide his face and began walking. His shoulder brushed against hers, and it did a little to calm her. He wasn't dead, at least.

But she could not put into words how stressed she was. She chewed the inside of her lip. He did seem to have a little thought into it, but how did he expect no one to notice eventually that he was a skeleton? How did the impersonation work? What if it was a trap?

Sans rounded the corner, into what seemed like another dead end… except in the shadows was a small path that led to what appeared to be the place.

There was a small neon sign with a stool, and the door was slightly open. There was no room around otherwise- she could only take two steps from each side of the door.

"Remember, keep it low." Sans nudged her. "And it'll be okay."

You'd better hope to god Sans. Frisk took a deep breath before following him in.

Inside was a long, dark hall, with someone standing at the end. Frisk was hit with the smell of smoke and gunk and other indescribable smells.

The man at the other door appeared to be the aforementioned guard. He too had a hoodie and stood so it was hard to make out his face.

Sans was right about them after all.

"Charles Scott. Dog fighter up on Cliff avenue."

"…"

"This is my girl."

"…"

The man opened the door, without needing to look at either of their faces.

Frisk had to admire how Sans could make himself sound like the shadiest drug dealer imaginable. Or, maybe she should be concerned.

She passed by, feeling his eyes follow her.

The smell of mold left her with a nasty, crawling sort of feeling.

Inside was a rather classy looking bar. Purple lights lit up parts of the room, with bars and tables. To her surprise, the tables were filled with more people than she would have thought. They didn't all hide their faces obviously, but some didn't look right in the head. Some were dressed well and looked like your average business man. There were no females in the crowd.

Around the corner she could hear music, and it appeared to be better lit.

Sans looked around slowly, before moving through the bar. The keeper gave them a cold look that was so much different than the warmth Grillby gave off… metaphorically and literally.

Around the corner was a few slot machines, a stage, and… well, some erotic dancing. Frisk didn't know what she expected out of a nightclub but was… disturbed anyways.

The place was overall small, but packed.

Sans made his way to the back of the sets of tables, where there was less light. No one seemed interested in them yet, which was good.

The place made her sick to her stomach, and she wanted to barf.

"… we're gonna have to talk to people." Sans growled.

Frisk did not like the sound of that.

"Imma just ask about monsters and the best places to find em. They may get suspicious if they are the ones, in which case we have our targets."

"That doesn't sound like a good plan. What if they don't show it? What if it's someone else? What if they tell the security or whatever?" There were so many ways they could end up dead on the floor it wasn't funny.

"…" Sans didn't reply this time. "…"

"You said you thought this through!"

"I got in."

"You didn't think past that?"

"…Not really. I thought it would be obvious."

"They may not even be here! You're an idiot." Frisk rubbed her temples. Dear lord this was going to be fun.

"Well, uh… " Sans looked around again. "I could try to see if Al is awake, and if she could send me the signal of the phone…"

Frisk stiffened as Sans spoke.

She felt a dangerous presence behind her that was so alarming she could have a heart attack right then and there.

Sans seemed to feel it to, and actually had the balls to turn around.

"What the fu-ck…" he looked up.

Frisk followed suit, preparing for something horrible.

However, it was someone in a trench coat with the hood up, and a pair of glowing eyes, one orange, one blue.

Frisk didn't recognize him at first.

Who….

"What the fuck, dipshit?"Sans bared his fangs. At least he was facing away from the rest of the bar.

"Get over here." The thing said in a hushed voice. They pointed to a spot under a winding staircase, where they would be hidden.

Frisk wanted to say no, but Sans went over anyways, giving her no choice.

"Explain. Now."

"You should explain." The figure said.

"Who are you?" Frisk squinted. A friend of Sans?

"You know who, Frisk. Dipshit." Sans keep glaring at the person.

"Dipshit isn't a name Sans."

"Treyco."

"Oh… what?" Frisk did a double take.

He pulled down his hood. Indeed, it was. How did she not see the horns under the hood?

This was not a friend of Sans'.

Treyco glared back.

"First time around wasn't enough for you, huh? Now you are mingling with murderers and drug dealers. Piece of shit." Sans snarled.

Treyco didn't budge.

"So you assume. Really fucking self righteous, are we?"

"Guys, please." Frisk didn't like the fire between the two. A fight would end up in all of them dead.

"We're here to find the murderers of the monsters. So yeah, I am self righteous."

Treyco rolled his eyes.

"Guess what shitsmear, that's why I'm here too! I don't like humans, unlike you seem to." He glanced at her.

You don't know how wrong you are. Frisk grimaced.

"Why would you of all people be concerned?"

"Because. I'm not against monster kind like you think. I'm against your kind. And besides, if I do something like catch this group, Doggo will have to give me some form of acknowledgement. I won't be some lousy thug forgotten about by everyone." Treyco bared his teeth at the mention of Doggo.

"So you're doing it for fame, eh? Real selfless of you." Sans mocked.

"I know you hate him Sans, but please, for once just call a truce. We have a common goal." Frisk tried to reason. "You can hate him afterwards."

Treyco turned his nose up.

"Who said I was gonna work with you?"

"I did." Frisk glared at him.

"Oh really? Since when could a little mutt of a human boss me around? I hate you. Both."

"And don't you think you'd get what you want easier with help? "

"Whatever." Treyco, surprisingly, didn't fight. Maybe he planned to team up from the beginning, especially with how he approached them to begin with. He could have stayed in the shadows, or even started something to tip the other people on their goals.

"Ugh… Frisk, I hate how sensible you can be." Sans groaned.

"All I've found is a room over there. It's an empty storage room. I've talked to the people here, there is no one in here I think is connected to it."

He pointed a little along the wall, and indeed there was a beat up looking door with glass covered in dust.

"Why should we trust you?"

"Sans." Frisk chided.

Sans grumbled under his breath and began to approach the door.

Frisk did the smart thing and looked to be sure no one was looking. They were too busy watching their… entertainment.

Frisk shivered and followed as Sans pushed the stiff door open. Treyco followed behind her and shut the door.

The room was pitch black, and the dim light that came on with the light switch wasn't much help. There was boxes on boxes of different alcohols and other supplies.

Sans's eyes naturally fell on the alcohol, but thankfully he pulled himself away from it.

"So, what's in here?"

"Did you look at the building itself? And how small that bar is? There has to be some sort of entrance to another part of the building, and there isn't anywhere else that could have an exit except here."

Damn, the day when Treyco of all monsters was more informed than Sans.

Was the apocalypse coming?

"So, you saying there is some sort of secret door?"

"What did I just say."

"Well Dipshit, I probably can hear where it is, if you guys made some noise. "

Frisk wanted to slap him. Why can't you be nice for once?

Frisk took a few steps, making sure to make a little noise. Sans stood still, listening intently.

Treyco, unhappily, joined in, tapping the walls. It was hard to not make too much noise as to be noticed.

They did it long enough that she wondered if Sans had dozed off. Eventually however, he began to move.

"Sounds lighter under those boxes." Sans pointed to a few, half filled boxes of booze.

Treyco mumbled under his breath, and moved the boxes.

After moving a couple from the area, there was indeed a small door leading down below.

"We could've found these by moving the boxes." Treyco said dryly.

"We didn't know which boxes to or where to start." Frisk replied.

Sans wasn't having it. "Well fuck you too."

Treyco ignored him and opened the door. There was a small ladder leading to a dark, musty smelling basement.

He dropped down without a word, and Frisk followed gingerly. As she lowered herself down, she smelled metal, dust, and leather.

The floor was creaky, made of old washed out floorboards. The walls were scratched up, with a few holes here and there.

Sans growled as he stepped on the floor.

"I can hear things in the walls."

"Mice." Frisk responded. She could sort of hear it too. The music was from the bar was distant and muffled, almost nonexistent.

Sans created one of his blue bones and made it glow, as Treyco closed the door above them.

"Why is this here? Do you think they hide here?"

"Maybe. I suspect they aren't just some city gang. From what I've seen they are more of an organization, and for all we know they were hired by someone. Someone paying them pretty damn good." Treyco turned to her. She noticed how much taller he was than the both of them.

"God dammit. I didn't think of that either, then again I haven't been watchin' em." Sans looked genuinely embarrassed. He was a smart guy- his mind was just muffled by his anxiety of the situation. He had thought he was well prepared but really he wasn't.

Frisk also considered that Sans didn't look at the other killings. Treyco probably did. She never thought of him as logical, or willing to risk his life for others. But the more she thought about it, the more sense he made. He didn't want all monsters to die- he didn't want Sans to be killed at first, actually. He wanted her dead for monsterkind (and the fame), and even when Uno broke he still didn't want that. His hatred of them was justified, and all he was doing was being loyal.

Sans of course, wasn't ever going to buy that. It was almost like the bitter blood between them ran deep into their childhoods.

"Maybe Dogamy was targeted?" Frisk proposed as they began walking. The blue light lit up a little ahead of them, but poorly at that.

"He was close to Mount. Ebott, right? They must be really daring if they were willing to go out that far. Then again, how would they know to target him?" Sans's voice rumbled like a thunderstorm.

"They need inside knowledge to know he was called, and formerly affiliated with the royal guard. If that's the case we may have an inner problem. I say we beat it out of these assholes."

"We can't leave them alive." Sans stated bluntly. "Remember we are monsters. They would be believed over us."

"But they would then be challenged by the rest of monsterkind. I don't think they are that bold, or at least I hope." Frisk shuddered. This place felt… heavy.

They came into a large, empty room full of boxes and mini dividers separating shelves and sections of the room. A warehouse garage. There was an old red car in the middle, as well as a beat up couch to the opposite side. Dripping water echoed through the massive room, and a single light was on, flickering and swinging on the ceiling. There was a few holes in the walls that revealed the deep blue sky.

Frisk sniffed. It smelled like people have indeed been here.

A lot, actually. It smelled horrid.

"No one is here now, I think." Treyco looked around.

Sans let the bone dissipate.

"There are doors to the other side. Prolly sleeping. Be quiet and look around, maybe we can see who hired these shits."

Every hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she followed Sans across to a dirty desk. There were stacks of papers on it, some a dirty yellow. They were mainly newspapers, printed articles about cars, and such. Treyco was rummaging through the red car nearby.

Frisk kept close to Sans. This place was scary, from the ominously flickering of the light to the overall emptiness. It was such a big place, but it felt so lifeless.

Sans opened one of the compartments and pulled out a box of vapes.

"Yo, think Doggo would like these?" To her frustration, he picked one up and turned it on. It lit up.

Frisk snatched it from him. The wasted time made her even more anxious.

"Put those nasty things away. We need to get what we need and go."

She heard each individual water drop. Drip… drop….drip….drop. Like a slow, torturous metronome. Rhythmic. She saw every dust particle drifting from the light, saw the shadows moving as the light teetered back and forth.

Frisk picked up another envelope. She noticed a logo on the back, drawn in ink. The lines had smeared a little, but it was a stone, with a sword in it surrounded by snowflakes.

It felt eerily important.

She turned to Sans to show him her finding, see if it had any significance.

The light flickered.

The Black seemed to last too long.

Then, a sharp, loud bang rang out, and was followed by the shattering of glass.

Frisk stumbled back, watching as Treyco hopped out of the car. The backseat window was shot through.

"Holy shit." Sans turned.

There were a bunch of people on the other side of the room, about 20. All with guns. They wore dirty clothes and looked generally unkept.

"Yo man, lookin for something?" One man, with curly black hair and a black eye, asked.

Sans growled deeply, so deep she felt the vibrations in her own chest.

"You know what we're looking for. Who do you work for, fuckers?" Treyco glared.

Frisk wanted to scream.

You idiot, don't provoke them!

"Aw, I'm sorry my dude, I'm afraid we can't answer. See, we get money, we do our job! S'a nice arrangement, we'd hate to lose it." He shrugged.

Sans edged forward.

Frisk's heart was slamming against her chest once more.

"Can we kill them? I thought we weren't supposed to kill any more than they specified." One of the men asked

"If they don't know, we didn't break our terms, ya? And I'd hate to have to relocate. So…"

Frisk stepped back.

He held the gun up.

"Bang bang!"

He fired, and Treyco ducked.

Suddenly, the room was alive.

Frisk yelped and pulled Sans under the desk, curling into a ball as bullets slammed against the side and the floor with a painfully loud sound.

Sans snarled and crawled out from under in the brief moment of rest, summoning a wall of bones from the ground to protect himself.

Frisk looked out, seeing Treyco up in the ceiling. He clung to a beam as he was shot at- the bullets came dangerously close but never close enough.

Frisk could feel the blood pound in her ears.

What do I do, what can I do?

She heard the blast from a Gaster Blaster and a blood curdling scream afterwords. She looked out to find the men scattered and two lying on the ground, blood surrounding their charred bodies.

Ignoring the smell of burning clothes and flesh, Frisk looked for something. A knife, a crowbar, something. She realized the dead men would still have their pistols, and she prepared herself and ran out.

Sans was coming up on a man across the room, swerving to avoid bullets. He was fast and agile enough of a target that none hit him as he pushed a bone through the man's face, killing him.

Three down.

However, the door on the other side opened and more thugs poured in.

Frisk made it over to the dead bodies without being noticed and, holding her breath so she didn't gag, grabbed both guns.

She had no idea how to use a gun.

But she had to do something.

Anything.

She looked for Sans, who vaulted over a shelf now and ducked from raining bullets from the new arrivals. Frisk took a deep breath and ran back over to her cover, aiming and forcing herself to pull the trigger.

She wasn't prepared for the force put on her arm, nor the sound. She missed sourly.

Suddenly, a bullet was shot right by her foot.

Frisk swung around, seeing a guy aiming at her. Frisk scrambled against the desk and shot wildly. The recoil from the device made her whole body shake.

She didn't know when, but he went down, chest covered in crimson.

"Frisk!"

She looked over only to have her arm roughly pulled by Sans as he dragged her.

Frisk cried out but followed.

He was approaching the Car. Treyco was inside, ducking under the window and trying to start the thing.

Something scraped her arm, but she didn't think about it.

She was terrified.

She shot the last bullet from the one gun and dropped it, going to the other. She didn't know if she hit anyone or not before they reached the car.

Sans summoned more bones, but she saw sweat dripping down his skull.

He was tired already?

"Forward warning that I have no fucking idea how to drive." Treyco warned as she was shoved into the passenger side with Sans, not even sitting on the seat.

"Just go you dumbass!" Sans snapped

"Which fucking pedal!"

"Just hit one!"

Treyco did just that.

The car went flying forward so hard she hit her head against Sans'.

The thing flew wildly as it was hit from all sides by bullets and as it drove through the warehouse and into the wall.

It burst through, and the 'reinforced' windshield shattered into a million pieces.

They came out to a parking lot right outside Dunkin Doughnuts.

Oh boy.

There were many cars parked here, and she couldn't see what the hell was happening from her place but Treyco did a fuck ton of swerves.

There were many close turns, but no impact, thank fuck.

Sans was literally sitting on top of her.

"Go right I thing, go right! If we keep going we should get to the trail to Ebott!" Sans ordered.

"Shut up, I am!"

Frisk grabbed Sans's leg for dear life as they sped forward, feeling the rough wind from above and being slammed against the sides of the car when they turned.

It wasn't long at all before Treyco took a sharp turn and everything got horribly bumpy, probably because they were off road.

He swerved a few more times before yelling "get out!" And opening the door on his side.

Frisk couldn't protest as Sans opened their side, and the weight left her body as she felt herself fly out.

Just as the car went over a hill.

Her body hit the ground hard enough to cause her to black out for a moment. The next minute she knew, everything was still.

She felt disoriented. What just…

Her side was poked.

"Hey? Frisk? Are you okay?"

She groaned in response.

She slowly put her arms out under her and pushed her heavy, shaking body off the ground.

The car had rolled across the field, and was a smoking mess, looking almost about to explode.

It was a good move after all.

She took a ragged breath.

She was alive.

She felt like she could keel over any minute, but she was alive.

She looked over at Sans.

He looked like he could flop over too. His face was covered in scratches from the glass shards and dirt. More alarming was the blood soaking the hoodie by his collarbone.

Looking closer, she realized his hoodie now had multiple holes in it.

"Sans?!" She jerked herself closer to him, causing her body to scream in protest.

"I'm f-fine." He was shuddering. "Tired…"

"What happened here? Why are you so… tired?"

"Cause I haven't been getting enough sleep… and I haven't eaten much… I'm fine, it's nothin." He rested his weight on his elbow.

Oh. Well, it made sense.

But.

"We need to get you home, you don't look good at all."

"Neither do you snap pea."

Frisk looked down.

Her arm was bleeding a ton, and she was covered in dirt… but other than that she didn't notice any major injuries. She was more scared out of her mind than hurt.

She looked up and around for Treyco, and to her surprise he was sitting not too far away.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He looked up.

"Why should you care?"

"Because." Frisk answered, frustrated. Why couldn't they all throw out their pasts?

"Well, That was one hell of an encounter. If I was actually healthy I coulda killed em all." Sans sat back up.

"And you tried to go alone." Frisk grumbled.

"Hush. Anyways, we need to unpack what just happened." Sans crossed his legs.

"They were working for someone." Treyco clarified.

"I didn't see anything regarding who but they said something interesting. That they could only kill a certain amount of monsters."

Frisk's mind didn't want to keep up with his talking. She pulled her knees to her chest, wincing in pain.

"It sounds like the people hiring them have a bigger goal than just kill monsters." Sans added.

Treyco said something Frisk didn't catch, and Sans grunted in agreement.

"We should go home now and recuperate. But." Sans stood up, shakily.

"We should keep this too ourselves for now. As much as I hate your guts it looks like you are working with us. "

"I could leave anytime I want to you know. You aren't my boss." Treyco warned.

"Don't. Push me."

"I'll fucking beat your ass after this.

"I'd like to see you try."

Frisk felt a tiny smile on her lips.

Even after that…

They were both something.

But, in the same thought, her smile faded.

This wasn't over…

Far from it.

(pretend there is a line here cause the ff editor options are all EMOJI I am so confused )

I'm rusty on my action scenes XI kill me.

*Nu*

So I got it out on time. Whoopie. Mostly cause I got to stay homies todaysies.

So this turned into a little murder mystery XD I don't like how it came out, but at least the story is picking up.

I laugh but someone out there will legitimately ship Sans and Treyco and it scares me.

Dear lord no.

*Muahaha...*

Jaydomination: I'm an evil being :3

Naw, I was just curious, but…

You know.

Huehuehue

Thedyingjokepastaway:

Storm.

He's God's incarnate.

Lel.

Okay, he is basically the equivalent of Annoying Dog in this universe. He can access the universe.

He just chooses not to.

Saves only exist to him now.

Will he use them?

:

Basically anything with him is left unexplained in true Undertale fashion. There was something at first that would play into the story until I decided to say fuck it.

Listen to from FNaF. He sums it up perfectly.

There doesn't have to be a reason to everything.

Anyways the beta reader is a walnut disguised as a pecan. Don't let her fool you. She will take over the world!

*How did yo W*

My immune system is shit and I'm clumsy too. It's not fun lmfao

I *Duckin* love long reviews so go at it, I don't care lel XD

So. Here's this long mess. Hope this wasn't too boring!

*It was super interesting tho : O I was hyped spellchecking it. *

Comycat

*And the Undercover Walnut*

*Ps. The virtual Cookies are butterscotch.*

Why not cinnamon…