It wasn't a perfect fit. All of Sans' clothes were a couple sizes too big for her, but it served while her normal clothes were in the wash. Sans' shorts, which functioned like pants for how short his legs were, also functioned like pants for Frisk- and to keep them from falling down, she could only sit in place in Papyrus' house in the corner. Her bloodied grey shirt was a lost cause, so she kept it on while her sweater was also in the wash. Without the sweater she felt terribly exposed, and tucked the Temmie Armor under her grey shirt for the time being.

On top of it, though, Blue Sans was happy to give her one of the jackets in Sans' room- not to wear, but to loop around her shoulders for now. It was warm, albeit it smelled like rotting meat. As Sans tended to smell.

She asked him once why he always carried old food in his coat. He'd told her that was what he wanted the dogs to smell whenever they checked him out, instead of her sweaty human stink. She yelped at him that she didn't stink, and he pinched her nose and said she just couldn't tell from her position.

All wrapped up, and legs no longer freezing off, Frisk just sat in her corner curled into a loose ball. Since becoming overwhelmed with tears they remained on the edge of her eyes, her chest and gut aching like a serpent was coiling around her innards. Every once in a while, she needed to shudder using her whole body to prevent them from taking over again. Papyrus was also in the house, and if she became overwhelmed in front of him then he would surely win. It was a mercy that he couldn't guess what happened to her previous clothes.

Blue Sans carried a plate of something brown and crusty over to her after putting her clothes in the laundry- the fridge had been restocked since her last visit here. It was only then, as promised, that he turned sharply to the other skeleton and started 'throttling' him, a word which Frisk took to mean yelling at Papyrus in his lower-case way. "okay so what the hell, you told on us to asgore?! explain to me how exactly that helps us when we have a deranged goat-man on our trail!"

You taste the plate of food.

It's bread, but it's all chunky and full of gross stuff.

Frisk began to eat it ravenously. The taste of the food was only amplified by the fluffy feeling she had in her throat as it crumbled into magic upon swallowing, like cotton candy or an ice cube that soothed her injuries. It was delicious, something she enjoyed the most out of all the awful experiences she had here. No matter what the food, no matter how thick and hard it was, as long as she had been underground it would crumble. The only things of substance she had was the water, which she took from wherever she could.

Her stomach continued to growl.

"I DIDN'T WANT TO TELL HIM!" Papyrus whined, "HE CALLED ME BACK AND ASKED WHAT I KNEW AND I COULDN'T TELL THE KING SUCH A BOLDFACED LIE!"

"oh you lied plenty," Blue Sans snapped, eyes narrowed, "don't give me that crap."

The chunks dissolving on the back of her tongue might have been fruit, and Frisk gagged even as she shoveled more into her mouth.

"WHY ARE YOU SO MAD ABOUT THAT, ANYWAY? I WAS COVERING FOR YOU, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN IN TROUBLE!"

"how is that better? he speared the kid like they were a pig-"

It was already gone. "I want more food," Frisk said, licking her fingers.

Blue Sans' eyes snapped in her direction and then back to Papyrus, one eyesocket twitching. "in a minute."

"No, give me more now," she said with a scowl, her stomach growling as she spoke. More cotton candy bread.

Papyrus gestured to her before folding his arms, and her own arms crept over her eyes. "YES, WELL, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE? YOU ALREADY GOT WHAT YOU WANTED FROM ALPHYS, DIDN'T YOU? WHY DO YOU NEED THE HUMAN SCUM?"

Blue Sans hissed, "i'm trying to think of a way to explain this to you in a way you could understand. i do not want the human dead, okay? if you cause the human to die, then that is a bad thing. okay? do you understand. is this getting through your thick skull?"

"I'M NOT IN THE MOOD FOR MORE JOKES," Papyrus remarked, stomping his foot down on the wooden floorboards. Blue Sans sighed, and Frisk scratched her itchy legs, baring her teeth. "WHAT KIND OF WORLD DO YOU COME FROM ANYWAY, WHERE YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO KILL THE HUMANS?"

Maybe it would be worthwhile to summon Flowey, even if she didn't know if he would hear. Frisk began to rap on the hard floor with her fist. "-no, no, we tried to kill the human there too." At that from Blue Sans, her head raised and she blinked. "but it never takes. and it's not worth it, anyway."

"NOT WORTH IT?"

"nope." To her shame, when Blue Sans glanced her way Frisk had to wipe her face again, scowling fiercely to hide her glimmering eyes. He quickly looked elsewhere. "i mean, it all worked out in my world. and me and that kid are kind of buds, now. so, it could go that way in your world too."

After a moment, Papyrus glancing from the other skeleton to the child with shifty eyes, his sharp-toothed face twisted and he roared with laughter. "NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Blue Sans shrugged Frisk's way, as if to say, "i tried."

"FRIENDS WITH THIS SCUM?" Papyrus continued, sneering. "I DOUBT IT! AS UNDYNE OFTEN SAYS, THE ONLY GOOD HUMAN IS A DEAD ONE."

The floor rattled under Frisk's feet, and she curled up deeper into the folds of the warm furry jacket. It was drafty in this house, particularly in the corner that she'd picked, unwisely, by virtue of being the farthest from the creepy pet rock that always stared menacingly at her. There might be a window cracked or a bit of wood eaten away. She raised her voice, before Blue Sans could say any more for or against keeping her alive, "I'm hungry."

Blue Sans rubbed his forehead. "kid, there's a fridge full of food-"

"I'm hungry," she cut him off, bunching the fabric of the shorts in her cold hands. "Cook me something, I want meat!"

"ARE YOU SURE I CAN'T JUST GIVE THIS ONE TO UNDYNE?"

"look," interjected Blue Sans, and suddenly two blue SOULS became visible, one before Papyrus and one before Frisk. As if on instinct, both of them tried to move, Frisk to stand and Papyrus away from the other monster, but they stood rooted in place. With tired eyesockets, Blue Sans had them both in his grasp. "look, i know everyone hates each other and you've been having a really shitty time down here, but if you two kids can just cooperate with me i will not only not kill either of you," at that, with a strong surge of magic his eye flashed and then returned to normal, "but i will be out of both your hairs soon enough. ...heheheh, well maybe just one of your hairs."

Someone growled, and staring at her feet instead of Blue Sans Frisk didn't know if it was her who did it or the spiky royal guard with the high tally mark. From where his feet were stuck to the ground Papyrus twitched, shifting his weight while he folded his arms again. "I... I CAN IF THE HUMAN WILL."

"I'm hungry, dipsh-..." Frisk stuttered to a stop, staying utterly still save for a quick wipe across her face.

Blue Sans smirked. "i'm gonna take that as a yes from you." He released his hold on them, and when no one rushed to move he continued, "i've got all the schematics and blueprints from alphys that i need. i just need the materials, and then i can start fixing everything. anti-paps, i'm sure you can help me with that much."

"I'M AN ENORMOUS HELP WHEN I WANT TO BE!" Papyrus puffed indignantly.

Ignoring the screaming, Frisk scratched the floor, looking for even a trace of golden petal or roots crawling out from underneath. "glad to hear it. now you, kid, you can stay here for the time being. it's probably a lot more comfortable where you've been staying, anyway."

"ARE YOU JOKING? I DON'T WANT MY HOUSE SMELLING LIKE-"

"and when i start working on the machine," Blue Sans snarled, eyes flashing dark, "i'm gonna be in the shed a lot over the next few days. so i'm expecting both of you to get along while i'm working." He coughed, once and then four times, before finishing, "got it?"

A tiny root peeked at Frisk from underneath the house, waggling at her from under the wood like a tiny tongue. Frisk grasped it between her finger and thumb and wiggled the small piece of the plant, stomach giving another rumble. Smiling faintly, and then returning to an ugly scowl, the child glanced over at the sweaty and coughing Blue Sans. Maybe she didn't want him to be cooking food for her after all... "Got it."

"FINE."


Leo was already waiting for Frisk when she walked to the steps of her house, and her stomach felt sick with Red Sans standing right next to her. "Yo-oo!"

She swallowed and smiled. "Yo! What are you doing here, Leo?"

Unfortunately, Leo noticed Red Sans staring at him as well. The scaly skin on his face turned a shade paler, and a chill struck through Frisk's stomach at the thought of even more secrets getting blown. So before Leo had even a chance to stutter, and while Red Sans studied him strangely, she said, "Oh! Are you- are you here to help me take more pictures for my collage?"

"Huh?" Leo gaped, and thankfully that was all that he said, while Red Sans scratched his skull. A proper look from her, which she hoped that the monster in front of them didn't notice, was able to shut him up.

Luckily, Red Sans seemed amused more than anything. "you're still working on that?"

"...Yeah. Since," at this, Frisk gave him a meaningful glance, "I broke my phone a few days ago."

Red Sans rolled his shoulders back and cleared his throat, flinching. "oh yeah. uh, good luck with that then, kiddo." His eyes, the white ones, took in the two children and then he awkwardly shifted on his feet. "i think i better go... see ya around."

"Bye R- uh, Sans," Frisk said, touching her fingertips together.

At first she hoped that that was the last of him, when he turned to walk off; relaxing, she smiled over at Leo who trembled and smiled back. But then Red Sans whirled back around, and both children became ramrod straight. He flashed a wary grin, teeth glinting in the afternoon sunlight, and said, "hey, promise me you'll think about what i told you, okay pipsqueak?"

She dug her nails into her fingertips and tried not to change her dulled expression. It was, luckily, her specialty. "...Yeah."

When the skeleton was gone, Leo let out a loud whoosh of breath and drooped forward, like all the tension fled his mouth. "Gee whizz, did you see his face?" Frisk also sighed heavily, and Leo jumped up and down on the front step. "He looks like a vampire! I didn't even notice that before! Like an actual vampire!"

"What are you doing here, Leo?" Frisk asked, trying not to smile while she looked in the direction that Red Sans went.

"Oh wait!" Her friend straightened, "Papyrus said he wants us to meet at Alphys' house! I mean-!" He cleared his throat, "Awesome Skeleton wants us to meet at Trash Queen's house. He says there's something really important he needs to talk to us about."

Frisk glanced at the door inside, imagining Toriel making a meal for herself on the other side while waiting for her child to come back home. She wouldn't expect her back yet, not when she and Red Sans were at Mt. Ebott. But then, before the girl could respond to Leo, she remembered what else Red Sans said to her today. So she nodded and said, "Give me a minute, I'll be right over."

It took more than a minute before she finally arrived at the town lab, swallowing a mouthful of homemade strudel and licking her fingers. When she stepped inside, the rest of their little rescue team was waiting for her as expected, each of them using whatever was immediately available in Alphys' messy house for a chair. Frisk was the only one that thought to sit on the arm of Alphys couch upon entry. "Hey, Alphys, Papyrus, Leo," she said, wiping her mouth.

"FRISK, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO USE THE CODENAMES!" Papyrus said; he was holding something in his hands that she couldn't yet make out.

Stepping for a closer look, she scratched the back of her head. "Oh, sorry... but what's this about?"

"ANYWAY, I'M SURE YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT THIS IS ABOUT," the skeleton continued, and the child just nodded at him. "AND IT IS ABOUT- I FOUND A CLUE IN SANS'S ROOM!"

Frisk was about to respond to this, eyes widening at the possibility that something new was uncovered, but before she could speak Alphys cleared her throat and said in a quiet stammer, "And a-actually, I also wanted to talk about-about what I found too." She smiled apologetically at Papyrus. "But, um, you should go first s-since you seem pretty uh, confident."

Papyrus gave a quick glance to what was in his hands and shook his head, smiling as always. "NO, YOU GO FIRST IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY! I CAN WAIT!"

But even as he was saying that and everyone else was agreeing, Frisk frowned; she was the most curious about his clue, not to mention that she had her own information to share from her "date" earlier. She half wished that she could fast-forward while turning to Alphys with a neutral face, "Uh?"

"It's about the shed." Alphys pulled out her tablet, clicking points with her stylus until a little colored display popped up for them all to see- the inside of Sans' shed, and the little laboratory within.

"THAT CAN'T BE SANS'S ROOM," Papyrus said, "IT'S TOO CLEAN!"

Alphys swallowed. "W-well, I did find a lot of things in this lab that belonged to Sans, a-although I didn't know that they d-did... like, uh," she pointed to a drawer on the display, and everyone leaned in. "I f-found, um, a badge in there that was supposed t-to go to people who worked in-" She shook her head, "N-no, I mean, and then o-of course the biggest thing is this machine in the corner. I-I hel- I mean he-"

Flustered, Alphys took a breath and began again, "This m-machine is supposed to help someone t-to manipulate... a-and travel through... time, although it-it isn't finished, I-I mean it doesn't work, but..."

"WOWIE, SANS DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT ANY OF THIS!" Papyrus said, rubbing his jawline.

"I also found some p-papers that looked like they were w-written by someone in... an odd way..." She started to scroll through the tablet again, while Leo stood enraptured.

Oh. Suddenly the child realized when all this was about- something Sans might not be happy with- and her gut dipped briefly. Now biting the inside of her cheek, Frisk gave Alphys a sideways glance as she murmured, "Uh, that's all really nice, but I don't think it's related to this. I saw a lot of those things before this other Sans even got here."

Alphys face turned beet red and again Frisk felt terrible. "R-r-r-really? Oh, uhm, n-never mind, sorry! I," while she spoke, Alphys cringed back and sweat, "I, I didn't mean to waste your time, sorry guys!"

"It's okay," Leo said brightly. "That was really interesting anyway!"

Frisk chewed on her thumbnail and Alphys pressed herself into her beanbag chair, still struggling to keep a smile on her face. "I-I thought so... too..."

After that there was silence not even Papyrus was eager to break, so for once the kid used it. "Well, I learned that this other Sans came from another world entirely that's a lot like ours."

"Huh?"

"I ALREADY KNEW THAT," Papyrus puffed proudly, suddenly regaining usage of his voice again, and Frisk screwed up her face. "HE TOLD ME THAT HE EVEN HAS ANOTHER PAPYRUS!"

"He did not."

If he had a tongue, Papyrus might have stuck his out at Frisk, squeezing his eyesockets shut. "NYEH! HE DID SO! AND THAT'S WHY MY CLUE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT!"

Frisk put her hands on her hips, frowning hard. "Why, what's your clue?"

"THIS!"

Alphys' news was immediately forgotten, to be recalled some other day. Papyrus was holding a black cell phone in his hand, and he showed it proudly before them all. "IT WAS IN HIS POCKET, AND IT'S NOT MY SANS'S."

"The phone!" Frisk cried, and covered up her mouth in the next moment. "You found it!" Now she remembered, the first inkling she had had that something was terribly wrong was because of that thing. The voice on the other phone...

Another Papyrus that swore, a Red Papyrus. Frisk shuddered trying to picture her friend in front of her with a gold tooth and evil eyes. Right now his talking didn't sound anything like that angry growl that she heard, even if she recognized both voices. "YES! HE LEFT IT IN HIS OTHER CLOTHES SO I DON'T THINK HE'LL MISS IT. IF IT'S HIS, MAYBE WE CAN CALL AROUND AND FIND OUT WHO HIS FRIENDS ARE! ... AND THEY CAN GIVE US TIPS?"

"Yooo, that's a great idea!" Leo said, jumping up and down. "I wish I could call..."

"Why can't you- oh," Frisk bit her lip. "Right."

Alphys wrung her hands together, and Papyrus was glancing around at them all with blank confusion. "I don't think I... I... i-i-imagine what kind of friends this kind of Sans would h-have... I'd p-probably mess it all up."

Frisk had similar sentiments, and she just shrugged when Papyrus tentatively held the object out to her. In her mind she could still hear that other Papyrus, wondering how she could have ever thought it was the same one that she knew. He was holding the phone in both hands now, squinting with something that could be called determination. "HMM..."

Then, without any sense of hesitation or fear, Papyrus pressed redial and pressed it up to his own skull.

The phone didn't ring for very long.


It was only the next day when Alphys arrived to the house, much to Sans' surprise.

Progress getting the materials went even quicker than he expected, although not everything was accounted for, and the scrap metal remains of the old machine would need more work before he could use it. Aside from the near-constant demands for food, the kid stayed quiet and out of the way even after getting their old clothes back. Even those demands were carried out more often by Flowey, who arrived hours after their escape- which was just as well when Papyrus was irritated enough that he was being eaten out of house and home by the human. His task was going quickly, all things considered.

Of course, he was far from done. Far, far from done. But it was a hopeful kind of start, which he desperately needed.

Alphys' sudden appearance, too, was more than he had expected. Evidently Frisk hadn't seen it coming either, coming to the door to stand beside him with their pan out in plain view. It was possible that they wanted to block the monster from entry, however, as they took up the remaining space in front of the open door. Sans didn't mind their presence there, given what had happened already. At least Mettaton wasn't in sight.

To both their questioning looks, Alphys stared dully from the rims of her glasses and raised a lip in a bitter snarl, "Don't look so surprised, either of you. Asgore has left my lab in ruins thanks to that human, what else is there for me to do but come here?"

"It's not my fault your king is a batshit," Frisk said, sticking their tongue out at her.

The lizard monster tried to push further in, only for Sans to shove her back by a single nudge, and she snapped, "Actually it is your fault, not that that matters very much right now." She folded her arms, looking away from the child for the time being. "But I'm not here for them, I'm here because of our promise. I intend to help you until that machine is finished."

"cool," Sans said, ignoring how Frisk protested by means of making the most insulting faces and particular hand gestures.

Papyrus wouldn't have her being put up in his house, so Alphys was to stay the night in the Snowdin Inn when not helping Sans with the machine. This seemed to work well for everyone.

The day after she arrived Sans was getting food from the squeaky fridge for himself, pouring a bowl of something that didn't look poisoned, when he heard Papyrus' phone ringing in the other room. He didn't pay attention at first, but could hear every word when his not-brother picked up. If only because he was so loud that each word he spoke was impeccably clear.

"HELLO? ... HELLO? ... HELLO? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?"

The cereal that he ate tasted way more disgusting than the bright colors indicated, and Sans almost gagged it back out on the first bite; instead of being sweet, or even tangy, as monster cereal was supposed to be, it was bland and bitter on the edges of his mouth. Deciding it wasn't worth the effort to swallow it down, he pushed the bowl away and watched with amusement while Frisk, on the opposite side of the table, dragged it to their spot and started to drink down the cereal like it was soup.

"I'LL USE WHATEVER LANGUAGE I WANT, THANK YOU, IT'S MY PHONE!" Papyrus' voice continued ringing out. Frisk slammed the bowl down, took a spoonful of cereal, and held it out to the flower whose stem and tendrils were curled around the table leg.

Flowey didn't look hungry; he was the only one paying attention at first. "YES I WILL! YES I WILL! I AM PAPYRUS THE TERRIBLE AND I DON'T TOLERATE IMPOSTERS! AND I CERTAINLY WON'T TONE MYSELF DOWN FOR THEM! IF I WANT TO SAY FUCK THEN I CA- WHAT?!"

Sans perked up, and Frisk licked the bottom of the bowl. "Pour me more," they said.

But all he did was poke their cheek, no longer looking at the human. "that stuff's nasty."

"YOU'VE STOPPED MAKING SENSE. CALL ME BACK WHEN YOU MAKE- AND WHY IS THAT? UH," here, Papyrus' voice faltered. "WHAT? SANS ISN'T HERE-"

"hold up," The spiky Papyrus took being proven wrong with a muffled shriek, as Sans was now very much right next to him. "who are you talking to?"

"I HAVE NO IDEA," the other skeleton snarled, "BUT HE'S PISSING ME OFF WITH HIS BAD IMPRESSION OF ME!"

Sans' eyes widened, and with a burst of blue magic he snatched the phone before the parallel version of his brother could protest. He pressed it to the side of his skull, and without seeing anyone else he said, voice hoarse, "papyrus?"

On the other end of the phone he could hear a familiar voice- and not just familiar because he'd been hearing a distorted and growlier version of it over the last few days. "WOWIE! YOUR VOICE GOT A LOT QUIETER-"

"papyrus."

"OH! SANS?"

While in person Sans' bones felt like they were turning to gelatin, his voice bounced back from the swell of feeling as he laughed. "yeah bro, wassup?" From the corner of his eye he saw the other Frisk bounding into the room with Flowey on their shoulder and the other Papyrus watching him, arms folded and eyes indignant at having his phone stolen.

He didn't care. There was only one Papyrus he cared about at this moment. "SANS! IS THIS THE REAL YOU?!"

The real him; he had figured out the fake him already. Sans coughed, took several steps back from the other occupants in the room, and exhaled sharply, "y-yeah, it's not any bone double you're talkin' to."

"SANS THIS IS NOT THE TIME," Papyrus said and Sans laughed, almost losing control of it, in spite of everything. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE OTHER END OF THIS PHONE LINE?! WHERE ARE YOU!? I'VE BEEN ALL BONETROUSLED FOR DAYS NOW, AND WE'VE ALL BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU, YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED!"

For once, he was overwhelmed. Not only with relief, which was enough on its own, but by too many questions rising in his gut. He put his free hand to his bony forehead, struggling not to laugh or start hacking while on the phone. "well this isn't my- i mean what are you doing on the end of that- wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

"I MEAN," the other Papyrus raised an eyebrow and the other Frisk was standing a little too close next to Sans; he suddenly felt anxious that the kid would steal the phone and he pushed them away with a sidestep, "THAT ME AND AWESOME MONSTER AND TRASH QUEEN AND COOL HUMAN HAVE ALL BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU SINCE YOU DISAPPEARED."

"what?"

"OH WAIT, UH, YOU DON'T KNOW OUR CODENAMES-"

He laughed again, unable to stop it. "codenames? are you serious?"

"DON'T MAKE FUN!" Papyrus screeched. "IT WAS TO GIVE US ALL AN ADVANTAGE! YOU SEE, AWESOME MONSTER IS LEO, TRASH QUEEN IS ALPHYS, AND COOL HUMAN IS FRISK! PRETTY CLEVER, EH?"

His laughter quieted to snickers, still clutching his forehead. "god, it's good to talk to you again."

Papyrus' own tone also lowered, becoming something approaching soft, "I'M GLAD YOU'RE OKAY." There were noises on the other end of the phone line, and he added in a more serious voice, "BUT YOU SHOULD TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE SO I CAN COME PICK YOU UP!"

"wh- uh." Sans rubbed the side of his skull, now. "uh, listen, you said that Frisk and Alphys are in on this too?"

"YES!"

"are they there? could i talk to them for a minute?"

There were more noises from the other side of the phone line, and he heard a hesitant, "YES, OF COURSE!" Breathing in and out through his teeth, there were a few moments of static and then a quiet voice from the other side, "Hey Sans?"

It wasn't Alphys, and as much as he also wanted to talk to this one he felt a flare of impatience at this; the benefit of his fused-skull condition was that Sans could chew the sides of his mouth or grind his teeth, even a little. Maybe he should have specified he wanted to talk to Alphys first. Oh well. "heya kiddo, how's it going? i heard that another version of me has been giving you trouble."

"He swears a lot," said the child on the other end of the line, and they then added, "...I was worried he killed you or something."

He gave a dry little laugh. "that's kind of how people are over here. no worries, i'-" he couldn't technically sneeze like a human, and he had no reason to since he had no nose, but Sans was forced to make the motion anyway beyond his control. He clamped a hand over his face to muffle the noise, and rubbed the edge of his bony nostrils. "ahgh, ghh, i'm aces."

The kid's voice grew quieter, and like usual he had to strain to hear. "You're over in his world, right?"

The other Frisk was staring at him. Sans stared back, daring them to interrupt while he spoke into the phone. "yeah, his world. his papyrus, his- uh, house, it's pretty surreal. i bet you'd have a blast trying to put up with this place."

"ARE YOU TALKING TO THE IMPOSTER ABOUT ME?" The parallel Papyrus screeched.

Sans squinted at him. "...yeah, that was him just now. he's a real piece of work, huh? how did you figure that much out, anyway?"

"I'm smart!"

He chuckled, but somewhere beyond the room there came the eerie doorbell squeaking through the house. "yeah you are. me i've been trying to find a way back, do you think you guys can hold out for a while? d'you think i can talk to alphys about what's going on at her end?" The parallel Frisk, with Flowey curled around their shoulders, glared at the two of them; they turned away when neither Sans or the spiky Papyrus made a move to answer the door.

"He's not being that bad, so I think so. Oh ...Can we talk later if you do?"

Not that bad, that was a relief. Sans sighed. "yeah, yeah. i'll-" Frisk was standing on their tip-toes by the door, and while their little eyes couldn't see into the window Flowey extended his stem and looked out to the blizzarding outside.

"Alphys is here!" He called back tremulously.

Sans groaned, rubbing his eyesockets. "okay- actually, i'll have to call you back later, okay?"

Papyrus sneered, "WITH MY PHONE."

Ignoring that, Sans glanced to the door and nodded at the other Frisk. Hearing his Frisk stutter across the phone, he quickly cut in, "i'll explain everything then, okay?"

"Okay-"

Sans turned the phone off as Frisk opened the door, slapped the phone back into Papyrus' hand, and then this world's Alphys stepped in.

No need to go trusting everyone around here with everything.

but hey, he thought to himself, flashing the scowling other doctor a typical smile, this other me is going to get one hell of a phone bill.


Author's Note: This one turned out kind of long and weird. 0 0

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