Dillard saw Frisk and a fire monster. He thinks, Grillby as his picture were in the newspapers he bought. (Well, Sans' earned money continues his newspaper fund. Sure the skeleton can keep some of his money, but half was a protection fee, even if Sans didn't get a choice in any payment agreement.) "Hi Frisk. It's been two years." You grown very much." Frisk nodded. "I'm getting tall." "Yes you are. What do you get up to at home?" "Grillby let's me write letters. He watches though." Frisk made a face, "Lame. I want free reign. He even traps me in a lame seat in the car. He won't let me cook away from him either." Dillard, knowing Frisk talks a lot when passionate about a subject, gave Grillby a nod. "What did you think about the underground?" "Scary. Sans helped." "Really? How did he help." "Didn't tell boss I was there." At least the skeleton did something right for once. "Do you like him?" Dillard wanted to know how Frisk felt about the man who protected them. "He scary man. But his judgment was right. I am a bad kid."
Dillard cursed himself for being in prison. He didn't protect Frisk like he should have. Due to that, Frisk spent two years in a shitty orphanage who never noticed they were missing near all the time, and Frisk fell into a dangerous underground. And that's what he knew about.
Besides, no child should be in a maximum security prison, ever. If he didn't cut the man's limbs off, he wouldn't be here and could've kept Frisk safe. He was just as bad as that skeleton. It wasn't a mere promise he was breaking, but a duty he was neglecting. "Frisk, you're a good kid." Dillard grabbed Frisk's chin and forced them to look at him, "You did solve things peacefully. And that skeleton has no right to judge you." He said to a crying Frisk. "I agree." Grillby helped Dillard out, "I wouldn't have been as nice as you were if I were in your shoes. Not that I could ever fit in them." Frisk's tears turned into laughs. "Frisk." Dillard's voice indicated he was serious. "I'm sorry for getting you into this mess." "You didn't! You saved my life!" Frisk remembered that, how? Oh well, life is full of mysteries. "I should've used only the force necessary. Thankfully, I got a light sentence, reduced further by being good." He paused, "Frisk, I get out of prison next year." Frisk smiled, "Yay! You come home!" "Yes." How does this kid remember him? Did he make that much of an impact? "You care for me with Grillz?" "I am certainly not letting go of you easily." Frisk hugged their uncle. "Can't wait." Grillby was surprised the man said goodbye with a smile.
Sans didn't get such a greeting though, not that Sans needed a face to tell he was in for it. Dillard stomped into his cell and was glaring at Sans. "You made Frisk think they were a bad kid." "They aren't-" "Shut up. I read the newspapers Sans." The ones I pay for. Not that Sans was going to argue, when his name was being used, he was in major trouble. "You told my five year old nibbling they weren't innocent. And pretend their not naive." Dillard starred in Sans nervous eyes, "Though we both know that was a lie. Five year olds believe what they hear. And your little threat-" Sans was sweating. "You did it to make Frisk think twice about not helping your ass later." "I never meant to make them think-" Sans was given a sharp slap on the knee. "What you're going to do Sans is write a apology letter to Frisk and explain why they aren't a bad kid." Dillard looked the skeleton up and down, "I will read it before it's sent and if you do any funny business, I'll make sure you die a painful death." Sans was pulled on the floor. "Now our cell needs cleaning."
After rubbing his skull, which hit the floor face first, Sans got right on the cleaning part. This has to be the angriest anyone has ever been at him.