H-HEY, TRISTY… WHY DON'T YOU GO WATCH THE CAMERAS? J-jUST FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS, I NEED TO DO SOMETHING. I-IF YOU FIND SOMETHING WRONG, CALL ME. I-I SUGGEST LOOKING IN THE WATERFALL… CHARA WAS HEADED THERE. S-SANS, TRY WORKING ON YOUR POWERS. YOU MAY NEED THEM."
"will do, alphy. where are you goin'?"
"L-LAYING OUT MORE SECURITY CAMERAS NEAR ASGORE'S HOUSE. Y-YOU CAN NEVER BE ToO PREPAReD."
Alphys leaves, and us Gasters take our places. Sans goes in a room by himself, using a robot that Alphys made (not Mettaton) to use his powers. I go to a room with a few giant TV screens, with Del helping me. One of them is marked "Waterfall Screen," and I use the keyboard below to access the different security cameras, looking for Chara. Huh. Kinda reminds me of Five Nights at Freddy's.
Except, it's not all fun and games.
Somebody could really kill us all if I don't do my job.
As that thought races through my head, I'm petrified for a few moments, before I continue.
The cameras are acting pretty good. No static or anything like that.
Somehow, Alphys has managed to lodge them in various plants and rocks. I see clear waterfalls. Not so clear waterfalls. But I don't see Chara.
After clicking around for a few hours, I finally see her form. Sweat begins to form, and the hair stands on the back of my neck.
But Chara's just sleeping. Maybe she's waiting for me to look away? So I do for ten seconds, but Chara's still sleeping there.
Maybe she's just tired?
I glance at the clock. 1 AM. Del's already fallen asleep on a nearby desk. Oh man, I should be getting to sleep!
I stay there for a few hours, looking for other activity. Nothing.
Alphys comes back, carrying another TV screen.
"H-HERE'S ANOTHER TV SCREEN FOR ASGORE'S HOUSE- WHAT DID YOU SEE, TRISTY?"
I yawn. "She's just… sleeping there… can I go to bed?"
Alphys looks at the camera. "Y-YOU'RE RIGHT. UHHHH…. Y-YOU CAN GO TO BED… I'LL TAKE OVER."
Happily I collapse on the couch. Sans is still practicing. He finally messes up, looks at the time, and collapses on the couch next to mine. He doesn't even have the energy to say "goodnight."
And neither do I.
And the next thing I know, I'm asleep.
My night is filled with disturbing dreams.