A/N: Frisk, Sandro, and Becca run into more puzzles, play a couple of games, and Frisk discovers more about their new friends' respective pasts.
These chapters are gonna be kind of long, mostly because a lot of the dialogue is taken from the brothers interacting. So I'm sorry if rehashing those conversations bothers anyone! Once we leave the set up area, there will be much more original stuff.
Sandro ran ahead of the two travellers, causing Frisk and Becca to rush to keep up. He was shockingly fast in his excitement, and Frisk hoped that they wouldn't lose sight of him. He avoided the large patch of ice to head East just like Becca had originally been saying before Sans directed Frisk elsewhere. Voices sprang up from past the East trail. Frisk and Becca hurried to catch up, only to run into the skeleton brothers with Sandro.
There was a large square of pounded-down snow between the two humans and the skeletons. Sandro stood on the same side of the square as Frisk and Becca. The boy waved happily, but neither brothers seemed to notice him as Papyrus was in the middle of scolding Sans.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO BACK TO THE HOUSE ALREADY! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" The taller skeleton cried.
Sans just shrugged. "snow need to get upset, bro. i'm just taking my time. napping here and there. you should try it sometime."
"NO, I WILL NOT TRY IT! I HAVE FAR TOO MUCH TO DO WITH MY TIME THAN TO 'NAP'! YOU'RE SO LAZY! YOU WERE NAPPING ALL NIGHT!"
"i think that's called . . . sleeping."
"EXCUSES, EXCUSES!"
"What is up with these brothers?" Becca mumbled to Frisk, but mostly to herself. Sandro decided to try again to catch the brothers' attentions.
"Papyrus! Sans! ¡Hola, mis amigos!" He called. Papyrus turned quickly.
"SANDRO!" He gasped. "OH-HO! AND THE HUMANS ARRIVE!" The skeleton paused and then leaned forward to whisper something to his brother just low enough for the humans not to hear before Papyrus motioned to Sandro. "SANDRO, JOIN US OVER HERE SO YOU DON'T GET CAPTURED WITH THE HUMANS."
"Does he really not notice you're a human too?" Becca asked Sandro. The boy laughed, amused, and shrugged at her. He jogged over to join the skeletons and planted himself besides Papyrus.
"What is this, my friend?" He asked, pointing as the square. Sans had some kind of remote in his hand that he pressed. Nothing seemed to change, but the hairs on Frisk's neck rose like there was static in the air.
Papyrus cleared his throat, posturing proudly. "HUMANS! IN ORDER TO STOP YOU, MY BROTHER AND I HAVE CREATED SOME PUZZLES! I THINK YOU WILL FIND THIS ONE . . . QUITE SHOCKING! FOR YOU SEE, THIS IS THE INVISIBLE ELECTRICITY MAZE!" Becca paled as she gazed at the invisible electricity. She definitely seemed quite shocked. Frisk swallowed a little nervously. Sandro oohed. "WHEN YOU TOUCH THE WALLS OF THIS MAZE,"
"Forget this!" Becca shook her head. "I'm not doing this!" She looked to either side of the square boundaries of the maze. There were two skinny electricity-free paths on either side of the maze, however there was nothing but air on each side as well. Becca thought it preferable to risk it rather than being electrocuted. At least it was a straight shot. "Come on, Frisk!" She yelled before she picked up her skirt and ran the edges. Electricity crackled at her arm, but didn't actually shock her as her feet found their way across the tightrope-thin piece of snow and rock around the edge of the maze. She gasped in relief as she made it to the other side of the maze without falling. Sandro and Papyrus gaped.
"NO!" The skeleton cried and stomped his foot. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TRY THE MAZE ITSELF! HOW COULD OUR IDEA BE SO FOILED?" Papyrus gave Becca an impressed but slightly disappointed look as he stared at the orb he carried in his hand. He sighed. "NO MATTER. I SUPPOSE I'LL JUST HAVE TO TRY TO CATCH YOU WITH−"
"Papyrus?" Frisk called quietly. They were still on the other side of the maze, having not moved. Sans nudged his brother to get him to stop talking. Papyrus stopped abruptly as he noticed the smaller human still waiting.
"WHAT'S THIS? DO YOU WISH TO ATTEMPT OUR MASTERFUL MAZE?" Papyrus's eye sockets sparkled with joy and anticipation. Frisk nodded a bit nervously, but determined.
"Frisk, no! Just go around the edges!" Becca instructed.
"No! Go right through!" Sandro yelled over her. "You can do it, Frisk!"
"settle down so he can explain." Sans told the humans, grinning at them.
Papyrus cleared his throat again to get back on track. "OKAY, AS I WAS SAYING . . . WHEN YOU TOUCH THE WALLS OF THIS MAZE, THIS ORB WILL ADMINISTER A HEARTY ZAP! SOUND LIKE FUN?" He honestly made it sound like it would be very fun to him. Frisk liked puzzles, but they weren't so sure they wanted to die again by electrocution. They nodded in understanding. "GOOD! BECAUSE! THE AMOUNT OF FUN YOU WILL PROBABLY HAVE . . . IS ACTUALLY RATHER SMALL, I THINK." He glanced at the two humans beside him coyly. Sandro was practically shaking with his excitement to see what would happen, apparently used to Papyrus and his games. Becca glared some at the skeleton. Sans didn't react.
Papyrus's gaze snapped back to Frisk cheerfully. "OKAY, YOU CAN GO AHEAD NOW."
Frisk stared down at the borders of the square. They couldn't see any of the electricity. It was nerve-wracking. There was nothing for it. They would just have to inch their way forward. They took a couple of steps and immediately felt a wall, but no pain came. Instead, across from Frisk, Papyrus's entire body jolted as he was electrocuted loudly. Becca let out a tiny shriek. It was enough to turn Papyrus's bones black temporarily before he turned on his brother furiously.
"SANS!" The taller skeleton yelled, stomping his foot angrily. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"i think the human has to hold the orb." Sans informed him, looking amused by the entire situation.
"OH, OKAY." Papyrus turned and moved through the invisible maze with ease, knowing exactly where all the twists and turns were before he stopped in front of Frisk. "HOLD THIS PLEASE!" He tossed the orb in the air and ran swiftly back through the maze, making it back to the other side before the orb landed on Frisk's head.
Just for the fun of it, they balanced the orb on their head and kept their face blank. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to hold the shocking orb on their head, but Frisk liked to play along. Sandro was giggling from where he was next to Sans. Becca just shook her head.
"OKAY, TRY NOW!" Papyrus called. Frisk glanced down at the snow and saw that the skeleton's boots had left a distinctive pathway on the ground. The human decided to follow it, keeping their arms closely tucked into their body as they did so. The orb stayed perfectly balanced on Frisk's head. It was a skill.
As soon as Frisk exited the maze, Papyrus cried, "INCREDIBLE! YOU SLIPPERY SNAIL! YOU SOLVED IT SO EASILY . . . TOO EASILY! HOWEVER! THE NEXT PUZZLE WILL NOT BE EASY! IT IS DESIGNED BY MY BROTHER, SANS! YOU WILL SURELY BE CONFOUNDED! I KNOW I AM!" He laughed loudly. The strangest thing happened then with the skeleton sliding backwards away, almost as if he was falling backwards.
"Frisk, that was amazing!" Sandro ran over to the other human and snatched the electric ball. He tossed it up and down to test the weight. "You are quite good at puzzles!" Frisk smiled and shrugged.
"You were lucky." Becca told them before she turned to Sans. Her voice softened, but there was a hint of guilt there. "Thank you for helping Frisk."
Sans shrugged, his hands shoved into his pockets. "i said i'd look out for you kids. not that you really need it. seem to be doing fine on your own." He held his hand out to Sandro. The boy passed over the ball reluctantly. Sans shoved it into his pockets.
"Does Papyrus know that Sandro is a human as well?"
"probably should get on telling him that." Sans joked. "hey kid, maybe papyrus will try harder with you if he knows you're human." He told Sandro.
"I still cannot believe he did not recognize me as human." Sandro huffed a laugh, grinning. "It will make the victory all the better when I defeat him, then!"
"What's up with this 'defeat Papyrus' thing anyway?" Becca asked.
"I will explain later." Sandro brushed her off, embarrassed. He glanced away from her, his cheeks turning red again. The sight of the red cheeks reminded Frisk of just how cold they were becoming. The adrenaline from the puzzle was still pumping through them, but the chill of the Underground was really starting to get to them. They hugged their body, shuddering.
"hey," Sans nodded to Frisk, his smile softening, "thanks . . . my brother seems like he's having fun. you didn't have to go through the maze, but you did."
Frisk looked at their boots. "Papyrus seems . . . nice." They murmured, licking their lips. They were starting to chap some.
Sans's smile broadened before he addressed all of the children, "by the way, did you see that weird outfit he's wearing?"
"The armor?" Becca asked. "Isn't it a uniform?"
"Papyrus just started wearing it recently!" Sandro denied.
"we made that a few weeks ago for a costume party." Sans explained.
"Ohhhh! Right! I remember now!"
"he hasn't worn anything else since . . . keeps calling it his 'battle body'."
"But the armor won't really protect him, then?" Becca asked. Sans stared at her briefly before deciding to ignore her question. Becca felt a little scorned. She had a feeling that Sans knew about her LV and didn't appreciate it at all. He had yet to call her out on it, though. Had he heard the conversation she'd had with Frisk earlier?
"man." Sans continued, chuckling a bit. "isn't my brother cool?"
"Papyrus is the coolest!" Sandro agreed. Sans pat Sandro on the arm and then motioned onwards.
"get going. be careful of the edges, though. they're crumbly."
"Munny is probably getting worried for me." Sandro nodded in agreement, looking a little worried. He spun around to face the other humans. "Let us keep going! I know the way!"
"We know you know the way." Becca rolled her eyes as Sandro began to march off through the snow. She followed after. Frisk only paused long enough to wave goodbye to Sans before they hurried to follow their friends.
The next area of the strange snowy underground world was much larger than the rest. There were bridges across gaps between sections of rocks. Sans hadn't been kidding when he said they were crumbly, but Frisk was still curious to look out at the scenery. Something else took their notice, however, when they spotted a rabbit monster leaning against what appeared to be a classic ice cream cart. He was dressed in bright red and yellows, which contrasted against the surroundings and the monster's blue fur. He appeared sad about something. They grabbed Sandro's sleeve and pointed at the monster curiously.
"Oh! I have never seen him before!" Sandro and Frisk stared at the monster. The boy looked at Frisk. "Do you have gold? Maybe he has food!"
"We don't have money to spend on ice cream! It's cold enough!" Becca scolded. Sandro crossed his arms, frowning.
"There is always time for helado. I have not had it in a long time! Frisk, you want some, yes?" Frisk smiled apologetically at Becca as they sided with Sandro. They wanted to try other curious foods, and they were both out of healing items. Even if ice cream wasn't the best choice when it was so cold, they still needed to be prepared for any eventualities. Becca sighed as the three of them approached the ice cream cart. The monster seemed to be mumbling to himself.
"I don't understand why these aren't selling . . . It's the perfect weather for something cold . . ." He opened an eye then and noticed the humans in front of him. Becca half-expected him to reject them just for being humans, but he seemed more excited about the fact he had customers to be held up by the semantics of their species. If he even recognized them as humans. "Hello! Would you like some Nice Cream? It's the frozen treat that warms your heart! Now just 15G!"
"What makes them Nice Cream?" Sandro asked, peeking into the open cart to look at the wrapped Nice Creams. He had to stand on his tiptoes to look deep enough. Frisk wanted to look too, but he was in the way.
"Here, try one and see!" The Nice Cream guy held out one of the bars. Frisk gladly paid for two, and Becca and Sandro each bought one. "Here you go! Have a super-duper day!" Frisk's health was only a little low out of all of their friends, so they were the one who opened the Nice Cream up. The wrapper had words on it that read, "You look nice today!". Frisk felt happier after seeing it, cheered up by the compliment.
"Está muy bueno." Sandro agreed. Frisk ate the sweet Nice Cream. It melted in their mouth deliciously and made them crave more. Their entire body, though chilled by the treat, felt warmed up as well. Perhaps it was their Soul that was warm. They only hummed in agreement when the children asked how the Nice Cream tasted, too busy enjoying the treat as they walked.
"Have you really lived in this area this entire time, Sandro?" Becca asked as the three of them carefully crossed the small bridge to the larger part of the area. There was another pounded down section in the snow, along with a snowball. If Frisk looked downhill, they could barely see a hole. It appeared like it was a game of some sort.
"Pues . . . Yes." Sandro kicked the snowball. It rolled and bounced off the boundaries of the game. He dashed after it calling behind him, "I met Papyrus in Snowdin, and we started talking. And he liked to fight, so we practiced fighting! I even got to meet his boss, Undyne!" He knocked the snowball into the hole. A little orange flag came up and some gold popped out. A new snowball magically appeared at the top of the game again. Sandro dashed back up to join the other humans. "So I made a deal with him that if I defeat him, he lets me pass! He promised he would not let me go to Waterfall until I did. So, that's what I'm doing!"
"But why?" Becca insisted. Frisk decided to try their own hand at the game. However on their first attempt, the snowball managed to melt before they could get it in the hole. They also ended up slipping on the ice. They rejoined the others so they could try again.
Sandro crossed his arms, huffing as if offended. "Because I have to defeat him!"
"There's not a better reason?"
"Why would I need a better reason?" The snowball melted again.
"Because that's a dumb reason!"
"YOU'RE a dumb reason!"
"That doesn't even make sense!"
"Becca." Frisk grabbed the girl's sleeve, stopping the two glaring children from arguing more. They pointed at the snowball. "Wanna try?"
"Oh! You CAN speak!" Sandro completely abandoned his fight to grab Frisk's attention. Becca huffed, irritated, and tried her hand at the game, quietly kicking the snowball down the hill. "I thought you could not talk! You were . . . um . . . that thing." He gave up.
"Mute?" Frisk suggested quietly.
"Yeah! That, I think!"
Frisk shook their head. "I just . . . don't talk much." They admitted.
"That's cool too! Mamá liked to say I talk far too much!" Sandro admitted back. He laughed a little. "I think she's wrong, though! I think my sister talks more!" Frisk didn't know how to respond to that, so they didn't. Instead they watched as Becca figured out how to get the ball timed into the hole right before the ball disappeared. A light blue flag appeared and a little bit of gold popped out. She rejoined them at the top.
"Are you going to try again?" She asked Frisk. The human opened their mouth to respond, staring hard at the newly reformed snowball, but Sandro cut them off as he called out Sans's name and rushed over to the skeleton who had not been standing over there watching them a few moments ago.
"You're back early." Becca noticed, nodding to him. Sans was tossing a snowball up and down in his hand.
"i've been thinking about selling treats too." He responded and held out the snow in his hand. "want some fried snow? it's just 5G."
Frisk was skeptical. The snow didn't look very fried. Becca shared a look with Frisk already letting them know that the skeleton was probably messing with them. Sandro didn't seem to notice the trick at all and agreed to the price, already digging into his pockets.
"did i say 5G? i meant 50G." Sans corrected.
"¿Qué? ¡No lo quiero!" Sandro shook his head.
"you're right. that's still too low." Sans agreed, shoving the snow into his pocket. He didn't really have much to say to them after that seeing as he started to nap on his feet. Frisk wondered how he could sleep in all of the cold, but they guessed that skeletons wouldn't really feel the cold. They were tempted to ask Sans for his jacket, but that wouldn't be fair to Becca, who was probably just as cold.
There was another section past Sans, but Sandro waved them off from it. "There are just more guard stands for two dogs." He assured them. "We will probably meet them!"
"Oh great, more guards." Becca sighed.
"They're my friends!" Sandro cried. "They will not hurt us!"
"They may finally recognize you as human, though." Becca pointed out. "They will probably try to capture you then."
Sandro made a face. " . . . Maybe." He finally agreed, not appearing too happy about it. "I do not like to hit dogs."
"No killing." Frisk told him suddenly. Both children stared at the newest human child, surprised at the seriousness of their voice.
"I don't kill monsters!" Sandro glared, offended that Frisk would think it. "Who would kill all of these nice people?"
Becca was silent. Frisk decided to rescue her from explaining. "Self-defense." They said. "But I don't . . . want anybody to die. So please don't."
Sandro didn't notice Becca's silence. "Of course!" He agreed readily. "I only weaken them if they attack me. I do not kill!"
It was awkward, so they decided to move on from the game without Frisk winning. Sandro told them that they could always come back. And that he had gotten all of the colored flags before, so he could show them the tricks. Frisk wondered how long Sandro had been down in the Underground. Apparently it was long enough to be comfortable with the area and to beat that game over and over again. They wanted to ask.
"What made you suddenly want to leave?" Sandro asked out of the blue as they passed the game. Frisk noticed a snowball on the ground, but after examining it they realized it was a snowdecahedron.
"What do you mean?" Becca asked defensively.
"I just mean−" But he didn't finish as the three of them once again came across the skeleton brothers. This time they were standing across a small square of stamped down snow. There was a paper laying on the ground in the middle of the square. The brothers appeared to have been chatting for a little while, but how did Sans possibly beat them there? Could skeletons teleport? Sandro was unconcerned, but Becca looked sharply back the way they came too. Frisk decided to assume skeletons could teleport. It wouldn't be the strangest thing they had experienced that day.
This time Papyrus noticed them right away. "HUMANS! AND SANDRO. I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR . . ." He paused and looked around the area for something. "SANS! WHERE'S THE PUZZLE!"
"it's right there. on the ground." Sans responded. "trust me. there's no way they can get past this one."
The kids moved forward then to grab the paper on the ground. Becca seemed a little hesitant, but she stood looking over Sandro and Frisk's shoulders as they all looked at the puzzle. It was a word search. Becca sighed with relief. Frisk wondered if there was a pen anywhere, but Sandro just decided to start pointing out the words he found. All of the words were extremely easy to find on the "Monster Kidz Word Search", except for the last jumbled word. No matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find it. They gave up.
Frisk put the paper back on the ground and the three of them walked over to join the brothers. Papyrus made a disgusted noise. "SANS! THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"whoops." Sans sounded completely unrepentant. "i knew i should have used today's crossword instead."
"WHAT!? CROSSWORD!?" Papyrus sounded even more offended at the very thought as he spun on his brother. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT! IN MY OPINION . . . JUNIOR JUMBLE IS EASILY THE HARDEST."
Sans made a face, surprised by his brother as well. "what? really, dude? that easy-peasy word scramble? that's for baby bones."
"UN. BELIEVABLE." Papyrus enunciated. "HUMANS! SANDRO! SOLVE THIS DISPUTE!"
"Crosswords are the ones with the boxes, right? That you have to fill in with words?" Sandro asked.
"And they're usually hard words." Becca added.
"Then most definitely crosswords are harder! Sorry, mi amigo, but it's true."
"I agree with Sans and Sandro. Definitely harder." The four of them looked at Frisk to voice their opinion. Frisk certainly didn't think junior jumbles were difficult, but it didn't feel right ganging up against Papyrus. They weren't sure if their friends would look down on them for it, but they agreed that junior jumbles are difficult. Papyrus seemed to appreciate Frisk's agreement.
"SEE? THIS HUMAN KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT! YOU THREE? YOU'RE ALL WEIRD! CROSSWORDS ARE SO EASY. IT'S THE SAME SOLUTION EVERY TIME."
"What? No way!" Sandro denied.
"IT IS!" Papyrus countered. "I JUST FILL ALL THE BOXES IN WITH THE LETTER 'Z' BECAUSE EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A CROSSWORD, ALL I CAN DO IS SNORE!" He laughed again and dashed off ahead of them, but not without giving Frisk a quick pat on the back.
"THAT'S NOT HOW THEY WORK!" Sandro yelled after Papyrus.
"papyrus . . . finds difficulty in interesting places." Sans admitted. He appeared to be trying to figure out how he felt about the whole scenario. Amusement was quickly becoming prevalent. "yesterday he was stumped trying to 'solve' the horoscope."
"What's that?" Becca asked.
"funny things that predict the future. but you don't need that, right?" Frisk stared at Sans. Did he know about humans and their powers? Becca didn't show any reaction to his statement. Instead she said,
"I don't believe in predicting such things anyway. Never did me or my mama no good." She stuck her nose in the air. She felt a little more closed off to Frisk. Sans didn't respond to her. "Come on, then. Snowdin's not too far, right? We best get going. I'm freezing!"
"I will offer my jacket to you!" Sandro declared, already unzipping his jacket to expose his red and green striped shirt and orange bandana that was around his neck. Now that Frisk was closer, they could see crudely drawn abs on the cloth. They thought it was a funny coincidence that all of them were wearing stripes that day. Maybe it was a trend in the Underground?
"No thanks." Becca turned away from his offer. "I'll wait."
Sandro deflated a bit, but recovered quickly enough to zip back up his jacket. "No problem!"
"hey kid," Sans nudged Frisk to get their attention, "thanks for saying 'junior jumble' just to appease my brother." He seemed to consider adding more before eventually relenting, "why did you? obviously crosswords are harder, right? much harder."
Frisk had a feeling they had just stumbled into a brotherly argument. They decided to sidestep it quickly, not understanding siblings. "I like him." They said simply. Sans relaxed from getting worked up over the puzzles.
"alright then. cool."
"Frisk! We're headed out!" Becca called, waving them over.
"See you later?" Frisk asked Sans as they were about to rejoin their friends.
"yeah. stay safe, kiddo." Sans responded with a grin. Frisk thought the Underground was fun, despite everything.
The next area was protected by a mountain and had a couple of tables randomly set up in it. One had a plate of spaghetti, and the other a microwave. It didn't appear to be plugged in. Frisk noticed there was another mouse hole in the mountain. Becca poked the spaghetti. It was ice cold and completely inedible. It had an odd smell too. The thought of the mouse one day being able to heat up the spaghetti in the microwave filled Frisk with determination to continue to struggle on, allowing them to make a Save.
Sandro went ahead and read the note that was on the ground that Frisk hadn't even noticed. "It's from Papyrus!" He cleared his throat and began to yell in his best imitation of Papyrus's voice, "'HUMANS! (AND SANDRO, IF HE WANTS ANY) PLEASE ENJOY THIS SPAGHETTI.' He added some words in those curvy things, like those thoughts you don't want others to see? But he wrote them out. '(LITTLE DO YOU KNOW, THIS SPAGHETTI IS A TRAP DESIGNED TO ENTICE YOU! YOU'LL BE SO BUSY EATING IT, THAT YOU WON'T REALIZE YOU AREN'T PROGRESSING! THOROUGHLY JAPED AGAIN BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!)' And then he signed it, 'NYEH-HEH-HEH, PAPYRUS.'"
Sandro placed the note back down and glanced with horror and wariness at the spaghetti. "I do not think we should eat it. Last time I had his spaghetti, I had the runs for three days." Becca scrambled to clean her hands off in the snow. Frisk wasn't sure they could even eat it if they tried.
"Was he expecting us to reheat it?" Becca asked, looking dubiously at the unplugged microwave. "Sans's brother is . . . really kind of dumb, isn't he?"
"Papyrus is smart in other ways! And he's amazing!" Sandro immediately turned on Becca, angry at his friend's insult.
Becca lifted her hands placatingly even as she glared back at him. "I didn't mean it badly! I think Papyrus is fine too! I just meant he's not the brightest crayon in the box!"
"You only say that because you have an unreasonable hatred of monsters!" Sandro yelled.
"I do not!" Becca yelled back.
Sandro pointed at her. "Then why did you stay in the Ruins? And warn me that monsters wanted to kill me? I've been living in Snowdin for over a year and a half, and I haven't been taken to the capital or anything! You just don't like monsters! Admit it!"
"I DON'T HATE MONSTERS!" Becca screamed, her face turning bright red. Frisk flinched badly and curled in a little on themselves. "I just hate their leaders!"
"Why?" Sandro demanded. "Every person in the Underground loves Their Majesties Chara and Asriel! I've asked! What did they do to you when you've been locked this whole time in the Underground?!"
"THEY!" She stopped herself, her voice abruptly cutting off as tears filled her eyes. Sandro's fire died instantly in his confusion. He shared a look with Frisk, shocked. Becca wiped furiously at her eyes. When they could see her cold green eyes again, her voice was as icy as their surroundings. "I never told you?" She asked quietly. "Oh right, I didn't. I stopped telling my story after Imani and Amal. Those . . . bastards killed my mama. They killed her for no reason other than being a human!"
"What?" Sandro asked, his face paling. "No, they wouldn't . . ."
"They did." She hissed. "My mama and I fell down here, and she told me to wait in the Ruins for her. She went to the capital to talk to the leaders of the monsters. And then she died there, murdered by their hands. I never saw her again!"
"How . . . how do you know she's not still at the capital?" Sandro questioned bravely. Frisk wanted the Becca they were used to back.
"Because I've been down here for five damn years, and I haven't seen my mama since. She wouldn't leave me here alone." Becca turned away from them then, her shoulders stiff as she lifted her head gamely. "Don't tell me all monsters are kind." She told them, her voice deadened of emotion. "Because they're not. They want to capture and kill us. And we're not gonna let them. We're gonna take all of the humans out of the Underground when we leave." She marched off stiffly then.
Sandro and Frisk hesitated, guilt filling both of them for different reasons. Sandro wanted to apologize for bringing it up and hurting Becca, but he knew she probably wouldn't accept it. His sister never did when he made her angry like that. Becca needed time to cool off. He would be sure to apologize as soon as he could, though. Frisk, however, felt horrible realizing how long Becca had been down in the Underground. They weren't sure how old she was, but she must have been young when she had fallen with her mother if she had been down there for five years. Frisk couldn't imagine living on their own for that long. They wanted to give the girl a hug, but knew it would be better not to.
The two humans shared pained looks before they followed after Becca, metaphorical tails between their legs.