Slumped on the bed, Sans didn't notice the sun creeping in through the crack in between the curtains. Silent and unconscious,
he lay in the midst of the warm, messily layered blankets. Perhaps it was due to the events of last night that he was plastered
to the bed exhausted, still, after hours of sleep.
Eventually, when he awoke from his slumber, not much to his surprise, Frisk wasn't beside him, where she had fallen asleep the previous night.
She usually woke up early.
He made his way into the living room, and was greeted by his brother. Papyrus had been cooking, judging by the scent of burnt food which
made it's way to Sans. He masked his disgust, and grinned at his brother, "What'cha makin'?" Before he even fully finished his sentence,
Papyrus replied excitedly, "Why, it's pancakes! I decided to make you and Frisk something nice for waking up! Just wait until Frisk wakes
up and sees this! Oh, she will be so pleased! All thanks to me!" Sans nodded happily, almost not taking into account that Papyrus just
mentioned Frisk still sleeping.
"Wait.. You ain't seen Frisk?" He replied, confused. "Huh? Of course not, she has been in bed with you silly!" Panic hit Sans, he hid this from
his brother as to not worry him. He remembered the state Papyrus had been in the previous day knowing Frisk had left for so long.
"No wonder the kid wanted to make pancakes.." Sans thought to himself. "...Just testin' ya', Paps. Kid's exhausted, you better let her sleep,
I'm sure she'll be awake in no time."
Papyrus joyfully went back into the kitchen to finish his concoction, and once he did so, Sans sighed heavily. He rested his face
into his palm, vexed by the fact Frisk had left, again. Yet he thought to himself,
"She'll be back."
But she wasn't.
A day passed, the next morning Frisk still hadn't returned.
Sans' anxiety grew larger at each passing hour, he searched through her belongings, in a desperate frenzy to gather
any clue at all to where she was, what she had taken with her, and what he could gather before he let anyone else know
she had disappeared. He could only imagine how Papyrus would react. He'd been living off the lie that Frisk had
decided to spend a few nights with Toriel.
As a last resort, he left the house himself. Frantically searching for Frisk everywhere he could think of. He already
knew that she could not be with Toriel, as Toriel usually let Sans know when Frisk detoured to her house.
Rain poured down like bullets, heavy and unforgiving. The pale sky turned from a mild afternoon to a dark and foreboding
twilight sky, masked by grey clouds.
Sans' body was exhausted by the time he reached the outskirts of the town they resided in. His heart pumped with adrenaline,
and sweat mixed with rain pouring down his face, he rested with one hand on a tree, there was a small field of grass, belonging
to a park where he had decided to stop to catch his breath.
Everywhere.
He had searched everywhere, and not a single trace of Frisk was found anywhere.
The land was high here, and the air was thick amongst the pellets of rain which relentlessly dropped down. Again, the area
was littered with trees and a few bushes, with a small pond smack-bang in the middle of the park. A few ducks
were swimming along the water, however this was the only sign of life besides Sans.
Beside the pond, almost concealed by a large oak tree, was a small wooden bench.
Upon seeing the sight of this, Sans' thumping heart came to a stop.
There she was.