Chapter ten:
"So that's what happened." Sans finishes the explanation to the humans that Frisk usually works with over matters concerning monsters.
They are all sitting at a oval shaped table and are facing the three with Frisk sitting and the other two standing on either side of Frisk. They seem to be acting like the three are at the head of the table. Those listening to the three all mostly have business sitting poses as almost all of their arms are on the table. Some have their arms crossed resting on the wooden table and others have their elbows on the table with their fingers intertwined by their chin.
The professional look, feel and feeling of expectation coming from the group of those in suits do not intimidate the three; they are mostly used to it by now.
"If you knew of such a monster then why didn't you say something before?" One of the male members question with a demanding glare sent in Sans's direction.
"I thought that he was gone forever." Sans explains almost like a reminder. "I had no idea he would or even did come back. Not until Mettaton here told us what happened while there."
"And you want to just go in there by yourself but for us to assume the worst if you don't return in twenty four hours?" A woman demands slamming her hands down onto the table only once wanting her question answered.
"And if it's time to assume the worst then you'll need to try to take them down." Sans confirms. "But we know these two better than the rest of you at the moment. We don't know for sure how long the captured monsters have so there is no time to explain everything. Besides. They want us. They'll stick around if we go against them. If we just send in an army blindly there's a chance the two might escape. I don't think you want that."
The group share glances with one another in contemplation. They turn back as one man speaks up.
"So you want us to go blindly into there when you don't return?" The man questions.
"Not completely blind. They have some magic. I would suggest using what you use against monsters as one is a ghost and the other a goopy like monster. You'll have a better chance with weapons against monsters. But if we do it you won't have to waste manpower on the enemies and the problem will be solved this time around. I don't plan on making the same mistake twice. Plus they or well one at least will kill those that come in with us putting a bunch of people in danger when there is no need for that as we have the chance to stop them." Sans explains. "Does that mean you will agree?"
The group look around once more before turning back and most voice their support drowning out the few protestors.
Sans and Frisk look rather pleased with the result.
"Thank you." Sans closes his eyes for a moment. "We will be leaving around 6:30 this evening. Remember twenty four hours."
"Good luck." A man tells them getting a nod in return and the meeting comes to a close.
Mettaton, Frisk and Sans leave the room together as Sans leads them to the path to leave.
"Son now it's time that you tell us what you're planning right?" Mettaton questions moving closer to Sans.
"Yes. I'll explain but let's make sure we have anything that we might need. Mainly Frisk. Like some form of protection and at least one weapon." Sans glances to Frisk after mentioning her and Frisk nods in agreement to that.
"Fair enough." Mettaton agrees also glancing to the human as well.
So the three head to the skeleton brothers house to prepare.
"Okay kid." Sans has them in the kitchen for the moment. "We gotta make sure you'll be able to defend yourself." He glances around the kitchen which is his first thought of where to get a weapon here.
"I can work with a knife." Frisk offers and Sans pauses the genocide run flashing through his mind.
The knife stained with a mixture of blood and dust.
The heartbreak of not being able to get there to save his brother in time.
The pain of being killed and feeling his body painful disintegrate into dust.
He blinks reminding himself to focus and gives a nod to agree and to try to shake away the memory. He has times he wishes that he couldn't remember other timelines but it was never up to him about that especially not with the magic he was born with. "Okay how about this one?" He grabs one larger one that has hardly been used, seeing as how Papyrus has his favourites to use but likes to also likes using his fists.
Frisk nods and Sans carefully hands it to her.
"It's a little sharp but it'll be good for attacking if needed." Sans warns her then almost has a chuckle. "Oh man. If Torrie was here she'd probably give me a lecture about kids not having knives."
Frisk looks down to the knife worriedly with half open eyes.
"Ah. Sorry for bringing that up." Sans apologizes seeing her face. "I'll hold back and keep those away until we're done and they've been rescued." His mind has focused on Papyrus as his soul aches to know if he's okay. He blinks in surprise when he suddenly feels arms around him. He looks down and sees Frisk hugging him trying to not hit him with the knife. "Heh. You're really something kid." He gently pets her head in a soothing manner and his other hand rests on her shoulder slash upper arm.
"Allow me to join darlings! You cannot leave out me in this!" Mettaton floats over and leans slightly on his side against Frisks back in the manner of giving a hug. "You'll just have to excuse me not having arms dearie seeing as my body that matches my beauty is not here with me right now." His eyes have closed as he seems to be enjoying being a part of this hug.
"Sans." Frisk begins and Sans releases a slight hum in question. "What if Chara affects me? What if I... I..." Frisk trembles lightly and Sans quickly understands his smile lowering so his mouth is in more of a worried oval shape. "I turn against you all..."
"Hey." Sans speaks but Frisk won't look at him keeping herself slightly buried in Sans's shirt and sweater. He moves his hand from her arm placing a slightly curled finger under her chin tilting her head up gently. He gains his smile back to try to assure her. "You'll be fine." He tells her in a comforting tone. "You're strong and you can stop Chara before anything is done. Trust me kid. You're one of the strongest kids I've ever met. You've got so much determination and kindness inside of you that nothing will corrupt you. Ever."
Frisk smiles softly then glances back, with Sans moving his hand away from her chin, when Mettaton adds his own thoughts to this.
"Quite so darling!" Mettatons eyes are open and looking in Frisks direction as that's the best they can pretty much do. "You are a one of a kind star and nothing is going to change the Frisk that we know."
Frisk nods softly and brings one arm around Mettaton. "Thanks guys."
They hug for a second or two longer before pulling away.
"Okay Sans. So what's your plan?" Mettaton questions as the two turn to the skeleton monster.
"Okay. Me and Frisk will go after the two and we'll try to take them down. Mettaton you go to the others and see what you can do on freeing them." Sans glances to Mettaton as bus brings up what the other will do. "You'll need to wait for an opening instead of just coming in with us. If they see you they might stop you. Then who knows what might happen to the others."
"Hm. Stealth isn't usually my thing as I prefer the spotlight." Mettaton slightly flicks his head as he speaks closing his eyes as he does so only to open them looking back at Sans. "But I will make an exception this time."
"Good." Sans nods pleased to hear this and he turns to Frisk. "Anything else you need to grab?"
Frisk shakes her head and Sans glances from Mettaton to Frisk as both look ready to do this.
Sans glances to the clock. "Just in time. It's pretty much 6:30." He turns back to the other two. "I can teleport us there." He offers one hand each to the two who touch his hands Mettaton with his body and Frisk with the hand not holding the knife. He teleports them away and they are now in the waterfall area in which they pull away from each other.
They notice a door that they hadn't seen before is here.
"Lets do this." Sans takes the lead heading inside.
Mettaton sticks to the shadows following the two.
Sans has a pretty good idea of where they need to go as the two might be where they're keeping the others.
They continue on silently hoping to not be spotted in an attempt to have the element of surprise. They come up to a closed door and pause in which Frisk presses her ear against it to listen.
She pulls away and silently nods to the other two to signal that they're in there.
Sans glances around then gestures his thumb in a hitchhiker fashion towards a vent.
Mettaton nods for them to go while he'll wait here to wait for the opening.
Sans carefully and quietly removes the vent cover then takes the lead through the vents.
Frisk and Sans are now crawling on their stomachs moving as quietly as possible through the vents. They take a turn moving up and manage to not slide downwards.
Sans approaches another vent cover and stops to look out in which he can see the room. He can see the two that they are here to fight down below both facing the direction they are in but the vent is higher than them. He figures that they should be high enough up that they shouldn't be spotted just yet. He reaches forward gripping the cover and tries to remove it finding it properly sealed in place. He removes it and turns it around managing to get it into the vent. He passes it back to Frisk who pushes it behind herself. He focuses on the scene though he can't see the others he guesses that they might be in the shadows. He swears he can feel Papyrus being in the room so he's sure that they must be tucked away somewhere in the darkness. He glances around wondering how to get their attention then he gets an idea and closes his eyes for a second or two.