Chapter 32:
Delivering the News
I wanted to tell Sans about the good and bad news regarding my job and Flowey. Out of everyone in the Underground, he was the best at understanding the strange events that occurred around me down here, and never seemed to think I was crazy.
When I approached the house, I overheard Sans and Papyrus chatting inside. They said my name so I continued my bad habit of eavesdropping at the door for a moment before I went inside.
"SANS, YOU HAVE TO TELL FRISK! THIS TIME SHE'S HERE TO STAY!"
"Pap, I know you and Alphys are all about shipping us or whatever, but I doubt she wants to be with a bone bro. Besides that, I'm not too good on boats."
I tried not to snicker at his pun and got thinking. Shipping? Why would they ship us, and if he had something he had to tell me about why didn't he just say it? I knocked on the door and waited for them to answer. Perhaps if I pressed a bit he would tell me.
Papyrus opened the door and beamed. It was always nice to be greeted with his energy. He allowed me access in and spoke gently to not startle Arial.
"Frisk, we were just talking about you."
"Yeah? Well I came here to tell you guys I got a job."
I moved my eyes to meet Sans's. I wondered if he still remembered the looks I'd give him to say we needed to talk. He looked a bit nervous in response but gave me a nod.
"Good job kid. Where at?"
"Yes! Where will you be working? We can visit!"
I moved my attention back to Papyrus. "Grillby's. I start training tomorrow and hopefully will get behind the counter soon."
"Well, it's not guard duty, but it's a good start! I'm proud of you!"
I felt a nudge on my arm and knew Sans was wanting me to follow him.
"Thanks Pap. If you don't mind, I'm gonna change Arial upstairs. I don't want it to get to smelly down here."
He nodded and clapped his boney hands together. "I'll call everyone and tell them your good news."
I gave him a happy nod, glad I don't have to tell everyone myself, and headed up the stairs. Sans led the way and opened the door to his room for me. It was comfy and cozy, a room that was easy to relax in.
"Alright, Mama Frisk. What do we need to talk about?" He laid back on the bed.
"Flowey." I said and sat by him. He lost the lights in his eyes and sat up at the mention of the name. "He's back."
