A thin blanket coiled around Frisk and Papyrus, as they sat on a small couch in the middle of an otherwise cramped living room. Like any other day, they both sat watching TV and occasionally chatting to each other, more so when Frisk wasn't hungover or otherwise. Frisk enjoyed keeping an eye on Papyrus when Sans left on what he'd call ''business'' or otherwise. She saw Papyrus as an endearing and innocent part of her life, which she would be otherwise lacking. He often left her smiling at the remarks he would come off with and they enjoyed each other's company massively.

Papyrus was oblivious to what went on between Sans and Frisk, yet was well aware of Frisk's habit, however couldn't address it. He had his subtle ways of being comforting though. On the odd occasion, when they were simply sitting together he'd hold her hand or put his arms around her when things were bad for her. She loved Papyrus with the same love any girl could have for a brother, or a best friend.

Frisk turned her head to Papyrus, "Did Sans say where he went? He left abruptly. And at this hour of the morning, it can't be work." Papyrus though for a bit, though with a puzzled expression replied, "He didn't say! Weird.. Don't worry, I'm sure he will be back soon!" He comforted, though he was unaware of their sexual relationship, Frisk and Sans had become a pair frequently seen together, and as such, it was not difficult for even Papyrus to see it was a relationship of dependence.

Frisk abruptly stood, lighting a cigarette as she so often did, strolling out of the room. She sat at a glass table with her head in her hand, the other one holding the cigarette. She felt the beginning of a piercing pain stinging the side of her head, and took a long drag, after this, exhaling and dragging a hand through her hair. She knew Sans wasn't loyal, and had no obligation to be based on their relationship, this did not stop thoughts of jealousy and the like festering.

She had broken herself multiple times over this subject. She had simply regarded her feelings towards Sans before nothing but infatuation, but each and every time she'd see him with someone else, giving them the same playful gaze. Spending the night with others. Not that she didn't do the same thing. He was no good for her, but she loved him.

Papyrus paused before getting concerned, he slowly approached the kitchen, where she sat silently. He sat facing her, and with innocent, caring eyes he spoke, "Frisk! Are you sick? Want me to get you something to help? You look paler than usual.." Frisk's ears perked at the sound of his voice and she raised her head to make eye contact with him, "I'm fine." She lied through her teeth, it was almost natural when speaking to Papyrus. To preserve his innocent, naive personality, she often opted to not speak with him about her issues.

"Is it because Sans isn't here to enjoy that Mettaton special on TV? It's okay! There will be re-runs, surely!"

An empty laugh left Frisk's mouth, and slowly shook her head. When peering up at Papyrus' smiling face, she giggled again. But tears slowly escaped, she attempted to fight these off, however stood up, rubbed her eyes, and escaped. "I'm fine, Papyrus. Don't worry. I'll be back in a bit."

Before he could say anything, she was gone.

Sans eventually returned home, therein the late hours of the night.

He greeted his brother casually, "Sup?" He had almost walked past his brother, yet after taking a second glance, noticed he was a bit more withdrawn than usual, as he sat on the couch, idle. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I can't find Frisk! She left, HOURS AGO! She was upset. What- What did you do?! You know I hate it when she leaves this long." Agitated and anxious, he looked at his brother slightly more apologetically, before he could answer Papyrus. "She didn't tell you? Well, don't blame me. Didn't tell me, either. Weird, huh? You're acting like we're not talking about a girl that takes off randomly." Sans didn't seemed worried, this was average behaviour for Frisk. Papyrus didn't seem so tranquillised by his words.

"She'll be back in the morning."