It had been twenty minutes since Frisk heard the news. That the attempt to rescue Undyne had failed, and that Gaster was back... sort of. But the most distressing news was the suspect of Rob the temmie's spy. Ama.

Asgore, Toriel, and Sans had agreed to interrogate her, but only with Frisk's help. "What help can I possibly give?" The child asked in confusion. "It's not like I'm stronger than any of you-" "That's not necessarily true." Sans interrupted, giving Frisk a look. They sighed, remembering that Sans knew what they'd done in the past timeline.

"Strength doesn't matter right now." Toriel said quietly. "We'd just feel better if you were with us." Frisk sighed and looked at them, the grim emotions that had been compiled by this situation emerging. It was horrible for all of them. Worst of all, Frisk was unsure of what Togore planned to do with the information.

"Well, this can't be delayed any longer." Asgore said firmly, breaking the silence. "We know where she is."

The walk to the hat shop had lost the positivity that usually accompanied Frisk when they went there. Amabilia had always been so nice, friendly, helpful... this wasn't real, was it?

Asgore solemnly opened the door, torment evident in his eyes that the one that his son loved could be a dangerous threat. The four friends walked inside, greeted by a warm welcome from Amabilia.

"It's been too long!" She said sweetly, setting down the design outlines for the royal guard's helmet. "I'm happy to see all of you again-" "Ama." Toriel stopped her. "Tell us."

Amabilia smiled in confusion. "I'm sorry, tell you what?"

"We know." Sans said. "We know that you're working for those huggable freaks at tem island. Why you did it, I don't know... but the evidence is way too incriminating."

"You think I'm the spy?" Her jaw hung open at an awkward angle, and she shook her head. "Why on earth would you-"

"Because they knew about the helmets." Frisk finally spoke. "They knew that Togore was coming for Undyne. They've been one step ahead. And the only person who could get them that information that quickly would be you."

"You were in charge of the preparations for the helmets." Asgore said. "And you told them before they were done... and Togore probably told you about the attempt to rescue Undyne, and you warned them before it took place."

Ama looked scared, her lips quivering as she heard the king speak. "No! I would never want them to hurt you! To hurt Togore! Please believe me!"

"We're past putting trust in someone's word." Sans glared at her. "Come to think of it, I actually think that I do know why you did it. The experiments with Gaster. I really don't know how you remember them, but I really don't care, either."

Ama opened her mouth to say something, but Sans held out his left hand, holding her in place.

"Sans!" Frisk said in shock. "That's not necessary-" "Necessary doesn't matter." Sans argued. "No one's getting killed when I can do something again. Not you, not Togore, not Papyrus, not anyone!"

Just as Sans finished speaking, the hollow ringing of the castle's emergency bells could be heard, and Frisk looked around in fear.

"Asgore..." They turned to the king. "...What happened?" Asgore shook his head. "I haven't the slightest idea-"

Ring-ding!

The bell on the door rang, and a slow, metallic clank resonated in Frisk's ears. They turned around to see Togore the Sentinel, gripping his spear and glaring at his family.

"Mom... dad... Frisk..." he said quietly. "...please leave her alone."

A rush of horror flew through Frisk's chest, Togore had done something...

"Togore, you're supposed to be guarding the dungeon!" Asgore reprimanded him. "We told you that we would handle this!" "You don't know her." His son said, his voice holding back a wave of anger. "You don't know her the way I do. I know you're wrong, she wouldn't have done this."

"Togore, my child-" Toriel said, but he held up his hand. "Don't 'my child' me! I won't let you hurt her!"

Sans kept Amabilia in place, all the while keeping his eyes on Togore.

"Sans..." Togore warned. "Let her go, now."

"Can't take that chance, pal." Sans replied sadly. "Believe me I hate this as much as you-" "How?!" The captain of the royal guard spat at him. "How could you possibly feel the way I do?!"

The alarm bells continued ringing, filling everyone with unease.

Togore pointed his spear at Sans. "Last chance..." "Kid, this isn't you!" Sans said. "You're not a killer, you're just letting your emotions get the best of you! Put the spear down." He urged.

But it was Togore. Frisk knew that full well. No matter what reason someone had for threatening the Sentinel's family, he'd always reply with swift vengeance. It was the last timeline starting all over again.

"Son, don't be rash!" Asgore commanded. "Lay down your weapon!"

Togore seemed to ready his spear, when a loud roar came from miles away.

"No..." Asgore raced outside, looking at his castle. There were people fleeing from it, and one of the royal guards had made it to the hat shop to bring news. "Sir! There's been an outbreak at the prison!" "Outbreak?" Toriel repeated. "How? The dungeon is always guarded-"

All eyes went to Togore, who lowered his spear in guilt.

"Who let them out?" Asgore demanded, and the spy cleared his throat. "The spy. Very recently, which means that the spy is still at the castle."

Frisk breathed a sigh of relief. So it wasn't Amabilia. "How many prisoners got out?" The child asked, and the guard hesitated. "O-only one."

"That's not so bad." Sans remarked, letting Ama go. Togore quickly rushed to her side, and she looked at him in a mixture of confusion and fear. The king looked down at Frisk in worry, then looked back at the guard. "Which prisoner was it?"

The guard hesitated to speak, and the deep roar sounded again from the east.

"S-sir... it's him." The guard replied in terror. "Accusatus is free."