You woke up to a start to a banging sound. Sitting up from the bed, you rubbed the side of her face solemnly. Wonder if it was actually going to bruise?
Standing up and approaching the door mirror, you answered herself quickly. A purple mark appeared on the skin just a bit underneath the cheek. Damnit. You chocked it up to bruising like a peach, it had to be; the hit didn't even really hurt, it was more of a stinging feeling afterward.
How could someone have such a weak attack in that moment of passion? Maybe you were giving him the short end of the stick. All of the exchanges and endurance tests you faced in the Underground must have created a tough exterior, all bruised peaches aside.
The thoughts were interrupted again by a rapping sound at the front door. You opened the bedroom door quietly, pacing down the hallway. It sounded like there was some stirring in Tori and Asgore's bedroom, so you quickly approached the front door, opening it a crack to see who was there.
The darkness of night was cut by the flashing of blue and red lights. Standing in front of the door was a police officer.
Oh no. What had happened? Did Andrew call the cops on her? What on earth would he have made up to get her in trouble with the authorities? Or maybe they were looking for Sans..
Wait a minute, where the hell did Sans go?
You had fallen asleep beside him and just noticed that he wasn't there when she woke up.
You had a bad feeling about this.
"Good morning, Frisk. Apologies for having to knock on the door so early.." he paused as a cue to open the door a bit more for himself. ".. but can you step outside for a quick second? I just wanted to talk to you about a couple things.
"Frisk, sweetheart, who's at the door?"
Toriel was approaching from the hallway, rubbing her eyes slowly. When you had turned to answer her, her face twisted into a shocked expression. "Honey, what happened to your face?!"
Even at three o'clock in the morning with only the light reflected from the police siren, she noticed the injury immediately. Have to hand it to Toriel, she's an amazing mother. She approached her and slowed, noticing the officer at the door. "Oh, good morning officer. Is there a problem?" She opened the door fully to the officer now. It was hard to read Toriel at that point, but safe to say she was extraordinarily confused.
The police officer's expression seemed to drop slowly. "Frisk, who was the one who gave you that mark?" You looked off to the side dismissively. You could feel Toriel's hot gaze upon her, awaiting her response as well. "It was Andrew, yeah?" the cop finished.
Toriel inhaled before she lost all composure. "Frisk, that Andrew child was bullying you again tonight? I was wondering why you ran up to your room so fast after being late tonight, and now I've got my answer, don't I." She looked down to the ground in disappointment. "You know I'm only trying to help, young one, please don't conceal yourself from me again."
You swallowed hard and felt a sinking in your chest. Toriel's sadness in your decisions was too much to bear. You didn't want Tori knowing what Andrew tried to pull, but it seemed like there was no other choice. Defeated, you retold the events of the night to her and the officer, your voice failing you a few times but always returning in determination. When the story had finished, Toriel's eyes were watering.
"Oh, my child.." She grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping one arm around your head and tucking it into her chest. The police officer at the door, who had introduced himself as Joaquin, had taken a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Toriel released from her embrace of you, bringing her hand to wipe the tears away from your eyes. "It'll be okay, they'll find him." Her eyes shot to Joaquin sharply. "You WILL find him, right?"
He flipped the cover with a flick of his wrist and put away his notepad. He had taken it out when you began recalling the events to him. It seemed like he had everything he needed at this point. "Well, we've been looking for him all night and morning, but haven't found him anywhere. Of course, we'll keep an eye out and patrol the area until we can catch up to him."
"Now, I'm going to ask you to come into the station in the morning to give an official report on what happened tonight. I'm sure the captain of the force will be there as well, maybe you can let him know too."
Their concentration was broken by some clacking noises getting louder and louder. As the three of you looked out the window, you saw Papyrus doing a sort of running-man up the road and to the door.
"FRISK! TORIEL! IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPY-"
The officer took a step towards him to defend the household. You shook your head. "N-no, Joaquin, he's a friend." His features softened. He really seemed like a good guy. Probably just inherently defensive with monsters.
".. PAPYRUS. THE GREAT PAPYRUS. I AM HERE BECAUSE SANS TOLD ME YOU MIGHT NEED SOME HELP. IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?"
"Yeah, Pap, everything's fine. This kind officer was just checking up on us." You gave him a patient smile. Joaquin beams towards you and puffs out a little. He looks proud. "Where's Sans?"
"WELL, HE SAID THAT HE WAS GOING TO GO WITH THE POLICEMEN TO GIVE A STATEMENT. THE OFFICER THAT I WAS TALKING TO, HOWEVER, SEEMED MORE FILLED WITH THE ARREST-Y IDEA. HUMAN, PLEASE INFORM ME ON WHAT AN ARREST IS. ARE THEY TAKING HIM SOMEWHERE TO TAKE A NAP? HE ALREADY HAS FAR TOO MANY OF THOSE."