I hadn't been asleep that long when a sixth sense told me Frisk and I weren't alone in the room anymore. My eyes snapped open to find someone standing over me. I let out a small scream, and struggled to stand. A hand covered my mouth to prevent anymore noise.

"geez bud. it's just me."

Sans. Once he removed his hand I said,

"Next time, don't creepily stand over me while I sleep."

He just chuckled and walked into the kitchen.

"did you get something to eat?"

"Yeah, Frisk got me some spaghetti."

I looked down at their still form beside me. They were always a heavy sleeper.

Sans walked back into the living room and plopped himself at the end of the couch. Frisk and I were relatively short, leaving plenty of room on the larger couch.

I met his gaze, which the same intense look he gave me last time I saw him.

"Are you looking at my soul?"

He nodded, looking away again.

"Can all monsters do that?"

He shook his head.

"most monsters just pull your soul out in a Fight if they wanna get a good look at it."

"Why don't you just do that?"

He laughed humorlessly.

"I'm not built for fighting. Look at my Stats."

It was my turn to shake my head.

"I don't see Stats like Frisk. They always just tell me."

"Well I've got 1 defense 1 attack and 1 HP."

"Holy crap. So you can look at souls without even entering a Fight?"

"yep. i can see souls more in depth than any other monster. it helps with the job."

"Being a sentry?"

"that's one of my many jobs. my big job is judge for souls."

He looked at my soul again, then looked at Frisk's.

"Judge? How do you get to determine people's true intentions of you don't even know them. Doesn't seem fair."

He shrugged and withdrew his gaze.

"like I said, I can can see much more than soul color. feelings, connections with other souls and even strong memories."

I blinked. He continued.

"like I know you want to get Frisk out of here, at any cost, even your own life. you would even have sacrificed your own soul if they didn't already have an orange one. you miss Toriel and think of her as your mother. a better mother than your biological mother could be-"

"Shut up. Now."

I hissed angrily at him.

"What gives you the right? You think you can just go looking at all my secrets, my past without my explicit permission."

How dare he! That was my soul and it defiantly wasn't on display for just anyone to go poking around.

"it's my job Allie," he retorted.

"what would happen if you were actually a terrible person, with murderous intentions? monster kind would be in danger, and i could've told everyone about you before you dusted a single monster."

I snorted derisively.

"That is entirely theoretical. Plus," I spat,

"you could have seen that in my actions, without having to search my soul."

He stood up and shrugged.

"like I said Allie. it's a job."

He walked to the door to his room. Then he turned back and winked at me.

"don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your crush on me."

My face smarted with heat as I yelled,

"If I could use both my shoulders right now I would strangle you! You've been warned!"

He just laughed.

That self satisfied, smug, annoying skeleton.

I couldn't sleep now, I was way to busy trying to wrap my brain around the fact that Sans could literally read souls. It was completely offputting. I sat up, wincing as my shoulder throbbed. Frisk was still asleep, so I left them there. They would be fine in Sans and Paps house alone, just for a little while.

I stood, head spinning slightly, and looked around for my bag. It had been tossed in the corner, and didn't look like anyone had touched it. As I picked it up, I noticed a dark red stain covering one side. Blood. My blood. I shuddered slightly but got my coat out without a problem. I couldn't get the sleeve on my right shoulder because my arm was in a rough sling. I shrugged mentally and just draped it over loosely. Hopefully the magic sown into the cloth would keep me warm.

I'd forgotten just how cold Snowdin was.

I walked past the friendly town and into the forest where I first faced Paps and his puzzles. Luckily, all of the puzzles remained completed and deactivated. But there was one path I never remembered taking. It was a southern path, heading for a cliff. As I walked down, I realized that there were eyes staring at me through holes in the wall. They blinked slowly. Then there was another pair, and another. More and more appeared as I continued. A voice cut through the silence.

"Howdy!"

Not this guy again.

"Give me one reason not to pick you up by the roots and chunk your smiling face over the cliff edge."

The flower just chuckled quietly, in a condescending manner.

"I'm just here to warn you Allie. I want to let you know that if you're going to change the game, so am I."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The flower grinned widely.

"So you don't even know. This is going to make this so much more interesting. Look forward to seeing you again."

It gave me a wink, and then was gone, disappearing into the earth.

I was shaking, not just from the bitter cold. That murdering flower had come here to give me a warning? About what? A game change?

I walked back to the house, unsteady, still shuddering. I only tripped once, but it still soaked me well and good. I pulled open the door and slipped inside. Paps and Frisk were at the kitchen table, eating spaghetti. Sans was still in his room, presumably.

"Where were you Allie?"

"FRISK WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU. SO WAS I."

I gave the two of them a small smile. The cozy atmosphere of the house was comforting.

"I just went for a short walk, to see Snowdin again."

"WHY ARE YOU WET THROUGH?"

"I tripped"

Frisk slipped off of the large seats of the table to get me a change of clothes.

As they handed them to me, I ruffled their hair affectionately.

"What would I do without you?"

They grinned at me, laughing,

"Probably freeze to death or worse."

"Probably. Where's the bathroom?"

They pointed down the hall, to the left of Paps room.

"Thanks."

Being warm again defiantly helped my mood. I toyed briefly with the idea of telling Frisk or Paps or even Sans about my encounter with Flowey the flower, but dismissed it. Couldn't worry them unnecessary like that. I'm pretty sure that's what the flower had in mind too. It would work a worm of doubt and fear into all of our minds so we couldn't reach our goal. Meaning that we were getting closer and closer. As soon as my arm was anywhere close to being healed, we were continuing on, Undyne or no Undyne.

I hung my wet clothes up to dry, and joined Frisk and Paps in the kitchen again.

"HOW IS YOUR SHOULDER HUMAN-SORRY, ALLIE?"

"It's actually pretty good, thanks to your spaghetti."

Paps beamed happily, then insisted he check my shoulder, and replace the sling.

I sat on one of the chairs, my feet barely scraping the floor. Paps was extremely gentle as he examined it, careful not to touch it with too much force.

"IT WILL BE GOOD AS NEW IN A DAY OR TWO IF YOU KEEP EATING REGULARLY AND DO NOT STRAIN IT TOO MUCH."

"Perfect! Thanks Paps."

"NOW SIT ON THE COUCH AND I WILL BRING YOU MY DELICIOUS SPAGHETTI."

I obediently plopped onto the couch, Frisk following.

The spaghetti wasn't good. But it wasn't bad. Either way it did its job. My shoulder didn't throb nearly as much, and, as I tested its ability to move, I found that it wasn't as stiff.

"That was amazing Paps!"

"I HAVE BEEN PERFECTING MY RECIPE WITH THE HELP OF UNDYNE. SHE LOVES TO COOK SPAGHETTI."

So Undyne does have a heart. With a soft spot for Pap. Then, of course, who doesn't?

*Allie's shoulder quickly healing gives you determination*