Her secret weapon was being kind, of course.

Granted, Frisk had never been kind to someone who was this mean to her before. (Actually she had, although that was a very complicated case and she wasn't sure she could do exactly the same for this... new monster.)

And it didn't help her that much that she was grounded for the next week. As it turned out, Toriel could be a very strict parent when broken cell phones and staying out past one's bedtime were on the table. And it also turned out that not saying anything at all wasn't the best strategy.

The fact that she now had no phone, because Bad Sans broke it, only compounded her grounding. So... Visiting and calling Alphys was out, and with it so went any chance of getting her help discreetly. Unless she snuck out, that is.

Frisk kind of didn't want to sneak out. But the same time, she was already getting anxious waiting for the moment that Evil Sans would get in 'contact' with her again, and being the only person to know the truth was maddening. She heard next to nothing that Toriel said in school the next day, and she hoped that when this was over her mother would forgive her for that. She wasn't even good at math to start with.

Typically, while Toriel stayed behind to tidy up and meet with the volunteer faculty, Frisk walked home with Leo. She didn't really talk while they were walking, but it was normal for him to. Today she couldn't hear a word that he was saying, either.

The way back home wasn't too long. They were already halfway there when they passed the dump, divided from the sidewalk and the surrounding grass lots with a long metal fence. Frisk stopped, re-shouldering her backpack, and looked over the pile of people's trash next to them. All of those mountains of garbage that the monsters had unbelievably moved all the way from Waterfall for the sake of its familiarity. The dump had become home to jobless dummies. Some of the rusted appliances and smelly plastic cartons on the bottom were still wet, despite all the sunshine they had been getting, but the dummies didn't appear to mind.

Some people could live anywhere, even when it was literally a dump.

Where did that new Sans come from that was so unbearable?

"Frisk?" Leo stopped several paces away and turned back, realizing that his friend wasn't following. "You okay?"

She looked back with a start. "Oh! ... Yeah, I..." The child looked down at her feet. "Maybe you should go without me."

"Oh." He smiled at her, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Well, okay. Did you want me to look for my mom's pencils when I get home?"

Frisk blinked. "... Sure." What was he talking about? More pictures? "Um." The dump was lying open beside them, wet and stinking and full of old discarded human things. "Actually, could you send a message to Alphys for me?"

"To Dr. Alphys? Sure!" Leo padded back to her, careful not to trip himself up on cracks in the sidewalk. "Whaddya want me to say?"

She had to take a look around, searching the surrounding area for hiding places, for unaccounted for shadows, for short skeletons that might be listening in. She kept her voice low, forcing Leo to bend over to hear her better. "Could you tell her to come meet me in the dump at midnight?"

"Tonight?" Leo frowned. "But, uh, aren't you grounded?" Before Frisk could get a chance to saw anything, fumbling for an excuse, he added with a grin and a whisper of his own, "Are you gonna sneak out to meet her?"

She turned her toes inward. "Maybe..." she mumbled.

"Yoooo!" Leo hopped up straight. "I can totally help you if you want! I know all about sneaking out! I can come meet you near midnight if you want."

Frisk couldn't suppress her smile in the face of Leo's hopeful expression, the other monster bouncing on his toes even though, without arms, he was likely to fall over doing that. At this point the smell of the dump didn't even bother her. She unconsciously fumbled with the straps of her backpack, and said through that smile, "Uh, okay."

"Great! I'll go pass on your message to Dr. Alphys for you, 'kay?" So saying, Leo ran past Frisk in the opposite direction of her house. He almost tripped, and she flinched, but he soon righted himself with his other foot and kept going with an awkward laugh. "I'm fine!"

"Thanks, Leo!" She called out before he disappeared.

True to her melancholy, Frisk had to stop and watch the dump for a little while longer before heading home, even with Leo gone. She was able to judge how long it would take to get home based on the rocks that she passed by, which are in the same spots as they always were well they haphazardly lined the sidewalk. So busy she was with the rocks, she didn't notice that anyone was in her way until she nearly ran into him, stopped only by his greeting. "Nice day today, Frisk?"

Asgore's gentle smile always warmed her heart somehow. Frisk wasn't very far from her house, nor from his castle, so he must have left recently; he had his cape and armor on, rather than his flowery casual clothes, so perhaps it was official business. And yet he hadn't called her... "I guess so." In her opinion it was too hot out. A lot of the monsters seemed to like it, though.

"You look deep in thought," he mused. "Is something wrong?"

You decide to evade the question.

"You look like you're going somewhere," said the child, scratching her head.

Asgore looked down at himself, "I look like I'm going somewhere? ...So I do! Well, I thought that I would take a visit to the human city to discuss this cold and flu problem we've been having. If the humans have medicine for themselves, perhaps we can work together to create some for monsters."

"Isn't that something I should be helping with?"

He paused, coughing, "Well... I heard that you were grounded and not allowed to go out."

When Frisk glared, he added sheepishly, "And I don't want you to get sick." Flushing a little, he said with an embarrassed chuckle in his voice, "I think I picked something up myself, you see. I guess that my visit is a little bit self-serving, isn't it?"

"Oh!" She felt a twinge in her heart; his speech did seem to be a little snufflier than usual. At least he wasn't confined to a bed yet like some of the other monsters. "Well you- you should get better soon, sir! Maybe it would be easier if someone else went to see the humans?"

His smile softened and he said in a quieter voice, "Oh no, I can't ask anyone to go out and do this for my sake. Besides, so few monsters know how to safely interact with humans right now. Something could happen."

That might be true, but Frisk still took a breath, preparing for words to debate with. But at the end, no words came out. She just re-shouldered her backpack. Asgore's smile had drifted off, and now he firmly reaffixed it to his face as well. "I hope that all is going well with you?"

"... Aside from being grounded, I'm fine," Frisk said, and Asgore's smile turned sympathetic.

He patted her on the shoulder. "Well, that's good at least. Please take it easy; I'm sure that Toriel will have mercy on you and lift it before you know it!"

"... Thanks, Asgore."

"No problem! I'll see you later, my child," he said, and walked past her.

Soon he too was gone, and Frisk was left standing alone on the sidewalk, head hurting. She was hoping in the back of her mind that she didn't catch the flu from King Asgore on top of everything else that was happening. And she really thought that this might be the end of it for today. That she could just go back home and nap before sneaking out that night.

But when she took another step, her house in her sights, she heard someone else. "aw, you didn't get grounded because of me, did you?"

A chill ran up and down Frisk's body; the other Sans, the Sans with the red eye. He wasn't next to her, in front of her, or behind her; he was leaning against the wall of the Great Dogs' big blue house, almost blending in with it while wearing that blue hoodie. Frisk could only see him clearly after taking a few steps forward. She saw the hoodie first, and despite a different tone in the voice some part of her was still expecting her Sans to be the one wearing it. But those sharp teeth were the same as what they were before.

Red Sans- Red Sans- smiled at her, the third smile she had seen on the way home, the most cheerful, and yet the least disarming. "hiya. you look surprised. didn't expect to see me today?"

Frisk grabbed the strap of her backpack and leveled a mutual gaze at him, her mouth in a straight line. He started to sweat a little, "... what's with the silent treatment? are you still mad about the phone? ...or, ha ha, the whole 'switching places' thing?" His tremulous voice went unanswered. So his features hardened, "ugh, knock it off."

"I'm..." Her stomach was burning now, and it wasn't because of fear. Nonetheless, Frisk took a deep breath; she had to do this. In order to find the real Sans. "... I don't know what to say, that's all."

He scratched his skull, making a little noise as sharp bone claws ran against bone. "well fuck if i know. i'm still really surprised to see mr. grouchypants there being such a dork." He noticed the bewildered expression on the child's face and laughed, "... he's not called that over here, is he? i mean asgore. uh. i guess i was expecting him to be a lot... meaner."

Her eyebrows rose. "Why would you expect that?"

"no... no reason," he said. "everything is just. i mean, everyone is... i mean. over there, where I came from, was... weird."

"Weird how?"

He waved her off, dismissively. "ah, forgettaboutit. story for another time. actually came here to ask you something else." Red Sans started walking beside Frisk, and she resisted the urge to pick up the pace. "what's my relationship with toriel supposed to be, here?"

The child squinted. "... What?"

"you know... " he raised and waved out his hands, helplessly trying to illustrate his point, "like. are we. friends, or...? or are we, uh, y'know? ...maybe you don't know. like. uh. what term would you use?"

"For what," Frisk asked blankly.

"uhhh..." Red Sans furrowed his brows. "are we dating, or...?"

All the hairs on her neck stood on end. "What?"

"why is that such a weird question?" Red Sans flung his hands out again. "we're both adults, and she's really p-"

"That's so gross!" Frisk screeched, cutting him off. "Sans does not date Toriel! He has never dated Toriel!"

Sneering at her, Red Sans just put his hands in his coat pockets and relaxed his stance. "woah twerp, who put a bee in your bonnet? still, even if we haven't dated yet, would you say, theoretically, we could date?"

"No!"

He cocked his head. "that just your opinion? 'cause i'm not really looking for your approval."

The house was before them. Frisk ran quickly from Red Sans up the front steps, stamping her feet. "N-no! You really can't date Toriel!" She wrung her hands. The only monsters out at this hour were all out too far away from the two of them.

"oh yeah?" Red Sans' gold tooth glinted. "why?"

"Because- um-" She croaked and stammered, and Red Sans' teeth glinted at her. Her heart was awash with a horror that she hadn't even expected to feel today. Finally, Frisk burst out, "Because- because dating you- she would get suspicious right away! You sound weird, you're forgetting- stuff- you're- um- um- all sweaty and- and rude s-sometimes and- and that's not even the biggest problem- you-" she hesitated, while Red Sans was staring at her expectantly. "You- you've been here for days and you didn't even tell one joke!"

He leaned back, indignant. "eh? i've said plenty of jokes, brat."

More croaking, more stuttering, "N-no, you only said puns. Sans doesn't just make puns, you know."

It was a dumb idea, a distinction that was splitting hairs more than anything, but it seemed to actually make him think. "hrrr... actual jokes, huh?" Then, a nasty expression came on Red Sans' face, as Frisk grabbed the doorknob. "oh! i've got one. why did little billy drop his ice cream?"

She turned it and stopped. "Why?"

"'cause he got hit by a truck."

"... ... ..."

"... ... ..."

Red Sans studied Frisk for half a minute and then burst out laughing.

The child screwed her face up. While he was still hysterics she took her opportunity, ripping the door open. "We'll work on it BYE Sans," she said. Then she walked into the house and slammed the door closed, as Red Sans continued to laugh outside like some mobster Joker.

You feel like this is going to be hard.


Waterfall was a large place, one with winding dark caverns only traversible by rocks and plant life that glowed a sickly greenish blue color, one that made a monster-or human-unused to the light queasy after too long. Aside from the monster capital, as the area with the most tolerable climate it was where a majority of the creatures underground lived. They were tucked away in various neighborhoods around the dump, around shops, and around crystals. Frisk often saw such monsters walking around the area on their way to work, to a friend's house, or on their way to a FIGHT to strengthen themselves; Aarons, Woshuas, a flaring Moldbygg or two.

If any of them ever approached her, as she quickly demonstrated to Blue Sans, she would slam her pan on the ground in a show of force. Many of these things she had already fought before. Even if there was a reward for her, they weren't as dumb or as brave as the Canine Unit.

Frisk had a promise to keep, so it was only natural that she accompanied Blue Sans through these treacherous, sickening caves; she led the way with a step that had memorized every room, while her squat skeleton companion trudged behind her. It was a little more surprising when Papyrus offered to come with them too; she had even suspected at first that it was to get back some of the food that she had stolen from the fridge.

But, "IT IS MY JOB AS THE RESPONSIBLE BROTHER TO KEEP SANS OUT OF TROUBLE AND PUNISH HIM WHEN HE'S BEING A LITTLE SHIT." Blue Sans hadn't looked happy about that proclamation, but said nothing. "AND STEALING PEOPLE'S LIVES FALLS UNDER THAT CATEGORY I THINK."

The whole time Frisk was miming "no" from behind Papyrus. Luckily, the new Sans had enough sense to say just that. "you just keep an eye on your brother's shed, okay? make sure that his machine doesn't get any more broken than it already is."

"BUT WITH JUST THIS HUMAN SCUM, YOU MIGHT-"

"i really don't think you need to come with us on this," for the first time, Frisk thought she heard something like anger in Blue Sans' voice when he said that. But it was too faint to tell, especially with him mumbling the way that he did.

But Papyrus, glaring, had acquiesced. Although not before giving them his cell phone number.

Frisk tossed the number out as soon as they were outside of Snowdin. For the most part, there was no need to talk, so they didn't talk. The only sounds to be heard, aside from the snide mocking of the echo flowers and the burbling of water, were Blue Sans shuffling after Frisk, and Frisk kicking loose stones while she walked. The only time that she stopped to talk was when something brought her up short, in a cavern full of twinkling fake stars.

Blue Sans had stopped to look up at the ceiling, no light in his eyes, and Frisk averted her own. She walked down the hallway perpendicular to this room, over to the wall that she assumed had concealed the exit, like the last time that she came through here. Somebody kept resetting this trap, but it wasn't a very hard one to figure out.

She tapped the stone wall, running her fingers along the ocean patterns thoughtlessly, expecting it to collapse into sand as it had before. But nothing happened. "What the hell?"

"What the hell?" Whined an echo flower at the other end of the hall. "What the heeell?" Repeated its neighbor.

"what's up?" Asked Blue Sans; his voice was so quiet that the flowers didn't pick it up. Frisk looked back at him in exasperation, and he nodded thoughtfully. "can't find the way outta here?"

"No, I can find a way out," she snapped. "It's just... It isn't opening."

"It isn't openiiiing," shrilled the flower closest to her.

Gritting her teeth, Frisk walked back to the main room and grabbed the stalk in her hands. With a grunt, she pulled until the large flower was dangling from her arms, completely uprooted and completely silent. All the rest of the flowers went quiet as well, and giving an involuntary shudder Frisk could feel their nonexistent eyes staring at her. Murderer. least they weren't whining now.

When she looked back at Blue Sans, he too was staring at her as if she had killed a person. So she stuck her tongue out at him, and he quickly went back to his "stargazing." "Yeah. Something is wrong with the exit."

"uh, are you sure you're hitting in the right place?" Blue Sans said, lowering his head once more. "did you check the telescope?"

She glanced at their surroundings. "What telescope?"

And then for the first time Blue Sans was taking in more than just the ceiling. "oh. he, uh, didn't set one up i guess."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"... nothin'."

"I did this trap before, dipstick!" Frisk snarled, her blood starting to boil again.

"i believe you," Blue Sans grinned.

The only response she gave to that was a squint and a scowl. Ignoring him and his constant smile she paced instead back to the door, poking it in all places with the pan and yet feeling no give. "Something's wrong with it. Did somebody change the trap?"

Back behind her, Sans shifted on his feet and she scowled harder at him. "uh, when you say trap... are these lethal traps that you're talking about? And if so, is it really a good idea for you to be jabbing around like that?"

At this point, Frisk's face was starting to hurt. She huffed and stopped poking, turning away from the short skeleton again. She didn't understand; why change the trap now, after leaving it solved and easy to pass through for so long? It wasn't exactly a secret that a human passed through this cavern.

Surely there was a secret to it. The other monsters needed to have the solution on hand if they wanted to get through to the rest of Waterfall, right? She bent and examined the ocean-wave stone that surrounded the once-false wall, tiny fingers feeling for an indentation or a slip of paper stuck in the crack. A message written in permanent marker. A switch.

You examine the wall.

You're not smart enough to find the answer.

She let out a long breath and stamped her foot. "There has to be a way!"

"oh yeah, looks simple to me," Blue Sans mused behind her, surveying the perpendicular hallway with one eye. Far off to the left, an echo flower whined the same thing and Frisk's eye twitched. "not lethal at all. i'm sure you'll get it."

Did that mean he already knew the answer? She flung her hands, again exasperated. "What? What'm I supposed to do?"

"if i told you that, i'd be spoiling the fun," Sans said. He coughed, several times, drowning out the growl that came out of the girl's throat. "'scuse me. yeah, like i said, i'm sure you'll figure it out."

She rolled her eyes, "This would go a lot faster if you just told me the answer."

"nah. it's fine."

Gritting her teeth, she said, "You're the one who wants to go home, aren't you? How come you're being such a retard, then?"

"wow," he just said, readjusting his furry coat, "crazily enough, you calling me a retard repeatedly does not make me more willing to help you."

"Well if you don't help me you won't get home, retard!" She snarled.

"heh heh heh... is that why you charged to anti-papyrus' house without me when i was napping?" He said, and Frisk turned rigid where she stood. In her silence, he finished, closing his eyes, "... like i said, you'll figure it out. i have the utmost confidence in ya."

"I have the up-most confidence in ya." When Blue Sans' eyes snapped back open, she was glad to see his irritation and put on an innocent smile, quickly hiding her yapping hands behind her back. "Echo flower."

He sneered, "good luck, kid."

And then the smile on her own face dropped as he shuffled left, out of her range of sight. Gritting her teeth, she marched out of the little hallway, prepared to take her pan out, but Blue Sans was already curled up in the corner sleeping. She continued marching, standing before him in as menacing a manner as she could. "Are you kidding me?!"

No response.

"That's not funny! I know you're not sleeping!"

Blue Sans fakes a snore.

She jabbed her pan in his side over and over; Blue Sans snorted, but said nothing. "Wake up!"

No answer.

Her blood boiled, driving her foot down again and again onto the stone floor until it smarted. "Wake up! Wake up! Fuck! Fuck! Tell me the answer to this puzzle, shithead! Hey!" She waited for a second, but there was no response. Frisk growled and slammed her pan on the ground once, and then swung it against the wall twice; the sounds resounded through the space and caused the rocks to shiver.

When Blue Sans didn't even flinch she tried again, driving her makeshift weapon against the ground even closer to him with a loud bang. "HEY! I'm talking to you! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her voice became a shrill screech, and the Echo flowers all became unintelligible whining as they repeated it back even higher until it could no longer be heard.

Wow Blue Sans is so unimpressed with your childish temper tantrum.

Frisk slammed her pan on the ground and let it stay there, dented and battered even more than it already was. Warm prickles gathered in her eyes and she turned quickly away, running back to the other hallway. "Fine! I hope you die, god!"

The obstinate new version of Sans leaving her alone, Frisk struggled to catch her breath and suppress angry sobs.

Simple? It didn't look simple to her. It looked as impossible as the exit having been replaced with a plain rock wall, one that she obviously was not going to be able to break through. Maybe she was just stupid. That must be the opinion of the flowers, anyway, as they kept repeating "shithead" in lower and lower voices. To be honest, the only reason she had solved this trap in the first case was because she had poked at every wall and the fake one gave way easily.

Wiping her eyes of the hastily summoned tears, Frisk sat down and stared hard at the rock. I don't get it.

Ring, ring...

"!"

...There was absolutely nobody underground that knew her phone number or that she even wanted to call her. Frisk stared at the device for a while while it rung; since the noise wasn't waking up Blue Sans, she finally put it to her ear and answered, preparing to make her voice low and gruff like a monster's. But before she got the chance she heard, loud and rougher than she could ever imitate, "HUMAN!"

Frisk's heart dropped. "... Papyrus?"

"... YES! IT IS I! YOU NEGLECTED TO CALL ME AFTER I GAVE YOU MY PHONE NUMBER."

"That's because I..." she wrinkled her nose. "How did you...?"

"HOW DID I GET THIS NUMBER? I CALLED EACH ONE SEQUENTIALLY UNTIL I FOUND YOURS!"

She looked behind her and then back at the wall in front of her. "So you've been calling every single monster and shouting 'human' at them when they picked up?"

"YES."

Frisk put the phone down and covered her eyes with both hands. "Wow."

Even when the phone wasn't held up to her ear, she could still hear Papyrus' voice very clearly, "I'M A VERY PROACTIVE PERSON, EVEN WHEN IT COMES TO HELPING SCUM LIKE YOU!"

"I guess."

"WHAT? YOUR VOICE GOT VERY QUIET ALL OF A SUDDEN."

Frisk leaned over the phone. "I SAID, I GUESS!"

"WELL NOW YOU'RE JUST SHOUTING AT ME! YOU'RE LUCKY I'M NOT THERE WITH YOU!" Frisk snorted. "WHERE ARE YOU, ANYWAY?"

What harm was it going to do? At least he was talking to her. "We're in Waterfall. We're in the room with all the rocks on the ceiling."

"... THAT'S A LOT OF ROOMS, HUMAN. A LOT OF ROOMS HAVE ROCKS ON THE CEILING. THAT IS THE POINT OF WATERFALL."

She wrinkled her nose again; she had thought that the point of Waterfall was all of the waterfalls. Taking another deep breath, she said, "It's just past the bridge trap."

"WOW YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN VERY FAR HAVE YOU?" She heard his raspy laughter from the other end of the phone and covered her face again, grinding her teeth. "YOU MUST BE VERY STUPID!"

"Oh shut up, you fucktard."

"DON'T CALL ME NAMES!" Again she rolled her eyes, although there wasn't really a point when he couldn't see her. There was a crackling, and then, "ARE YOU STUCK?"

Feeling a headache come on from all the shouting, Frisk rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Someone changed the trap in here. The door was supposed to be behind this wall but it's not. It's solid stone and I can't see a switch anywhere."

"NYAH HAH HAH! I SEE! AND YOU CALLED ME BECAUSE YOU NEED THE EXPERTISE OF PAPYRUS THE TERRIBLE?"

"... ..."

"WELL I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT!" Frisk picked the phone up and peeked over the corner at Blue Sans; he hadn't moved from the spot, but if she stared hard enough she thought she could see him peeking behind his closed... skull lids. Although it might just be her imagination. "... I... HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED THERE. BUT I HAVE A HUNCH THAT I KNOW THAT KIND OF TRAP!"

"-Awesome!" Frisk rushed back to the formerly false wall, putting the phone back to her ear. "So can you tell me the answer?"

"NO, THAT WOULD RUIN IT!"

"Fuck you."

It wasn't possible to hear, but she could almost imagine that Papyrus was shifting a little, uncomfortably, where he was. "WELL... I WANT THIS RESOLVED QUICKLY. SO I WILL TAKE PITY ON YOU, PATHETIC HUMAN. I'LL GIVE YOU ANOTHER HINT."

"Yay."

"CAN YOU WHISTLE?"

"No."

"OH. WELL, THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO HUM INSTEAD."

"What?"

"TRY HUMMING SOMETHING. HUM IT VERY LOUD."

She rubbed her eyes, "Humming what? What the hell is humming going to do?"

"WELL IT'LL OPEN UP THE DOOR SMARTASS!" Papyrus roared, "AS LONG AS YOU KNOW WHAT TUNE YOU'RE HUMMING!"

Come to think of it, she was familiar with that kind of trap. How, when, and why it was put into this door, however, she had no idea. Frisk eyed the stone warily. "What tune am I supposed to hum?"

"uh... ... UH, YOU FIGURE IT OUT. I GAVE YOU TWO HINTS ALREADY! IF YOU NEED MORE THAN TWO HINTS, YOU'RE EVEN DUMBER THAN SANS!"

The child sucked in her cheeks. "But I still don't know what to do..."

"TOO BAD FOR YOU, THEN! NYAHAHAHAHAHA!" There was more crackling, and then, "HAH... GOODBYE!"

He hung up...

Frisk let out a groan and covered her eyes with her hands, putting her phone away. Hum something? Hum what? It wasn't like in the room with the piano where there were directions and clues what she was supposed to recreate. This trap looked specifically made to stump her with no clues at all, except that apparently Blue Sans and Papyrus knew it just on description.

Well... Another trap was like this too.

Glancing around, subconsciously bunching the hem of her sweater in her fists, Frisk hummed the piano room tune in a tremulous waver. When nothing happened, she made it louder and louder until she stopped abruptly, cheeks burning. She either wasn't doing it loud enough or that wasn't it.

A different tune was needed. There was one already in her head, playing on repeat. It was always playing on repeat in Waterfall. But that was different from hearing it out loud, such as from a music box.

Still, she was getting desperate in her frustration.

She started to gather breath, before a different plan bade her to let it all out again. Frisk walked back to retrieve the pan that she had left near Blue Sans, and after ascertaining that he was still pretending to be asleep she walked back to the hallway with it held at the ready. She sat down, crossing her legs, and drew it over her lap. Then, using her nails, she tried to tap out the tune in her head instead. If whistling would do, and humming would do, and a piano would do, surely this would do as well?

Before she knew it, there was a grinding noise from directly in front of her and it was as if the stone had retreated from the wall, retracting up into some unknown abyss in the ceiling. "Ah!" She jumped up, her face splitting into a big grin.

The exit has appeared.

"Ah!" Frisk jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

After getting more hints than necessary, you kind of solved the puzzle.

"heh, it's always a music puzzle. nice one, kid."

Looking left, Blue Sans stood right next to her, as if he had been there the whole time. The fake nap was over, apparently. Still jubilant, the girl just sneered, "I solved it! No thanks to you."

"nope. i told you that you could do it," he said. "isn't it great when i don't have to lift a finger?"

In response, Frisk stuck her tongue out at him and pulled down on the bottom lids of her eyes. Blue Sans just laughed until she stopped, unaffected, but even so her smile stayed behind.

She charged onward into the next room.


Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I really appreciate it! 0W0

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