AN: So this chapter is a little longer, but not quite as long as I thought it was lol. Guess I have no concept of time OR of quantity, haha.

Sans couldn't shake the feeling he had ever since his machine got fried. He went over to Frisk's house the next day and brought some papers and a container with him. He hadn't seen the kid in a few months, considering she now lived with her parents. Frisk was only thirteen now after all. There wasn't time to see each other anymore. Everyone had their own lives now.

Sans hesitated knocking on the door, but took a breath and eventually did it. He wasn't too fond of the kid's parents and he knew Frisk wasn't going to answer the door. He knocked twice before the humans opened the door.

"Hello, how can I- Oh, Sans it's you.." Frisk's father's expression took a one-eighty when he saw Sans. This caught the skeleton off guard for a moment. Did the kid's parents really not like him that much? Sans concluded that the answer was yes. They viewed Sans as a bad influence.

"hey...is, umm, frisk home?" Gosh, he hated talking to these people. He shifted in the path outside and realized just how tall adult humans were. Frisk's father stood almost two feet taller than Sans, which was a little intimidating. Sans trademark smile faltered as he tried to keep cool.

"Frisk is home, yes. Let me go see if she's busy." The man finally replied. As the man left, Sans let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Not long after, Sans could hear footsteps running down the stairs at top speed. He peaked into the house and saw Frisk for a split second before being tackled to the ground.

"hey, kid! how's it going?" He asked, trying to sit back up. Frisk laughed and got off of Sans, allowing him to stand. Sans saw Frisk's smile turn into a frown and he was concerned.

"You promised you'd visit every few weeks! It's been almost three months…" Frisk complained. The skeleton almost completely forgot about that promise. Man, he hated making promises.

"sorry, frisk. i've been really busy in the lab." He tried to explain, but she was stubborn. Perhaps a gift would change her mind.

"i got you a gift from pap." As soon as he said that, the kid's mood lightened up. He reached on the ground for the container he dropped when he was tackled.

"it's 'genuine spaghetti from the great papyrus.' at least, that's what he calls it." He handed the container to Frisk. He was glad that Papyrus made a new batch of spaghetti instead of using the floor spaghetti he dropped last night.

"Wow! I miss Papyrus' cooking. I mean, it wasn't always edible, but sometimes it was really good, y'know?" Frisk was beaming and ran inside to put the spaghetti on the counter. She ran back outside and smiled.

"So what made you decide to visit? You want something. I know you do." perceptive little kid…

"actually, i need to ask you a few things." He dropped his serious act and grinned. "may i come inside, milady?" He motioned to the doorway. Frisk smiled and gestured for Sans to go ahead on in.

"After you, my good sir." She played along. Sans smiled as they both ran up the stairs to Frisk's room. guess some things never change, he thought. After she shut the door, Frisk flopped on her bed and Sans took a seat in one of her beanbag chairs.

"So what's up?" She was on her stomach, her elbows supporting her head. Sans sat in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, and arms resting on the side.

"well, i'm gonna cut to the point. have you ever met gaster before?" He questioned. He needed answers soon and he hoped Frisk had some. But her expression changed into a frown.

"I remember hearing about him. I don't think I've ever met him though…"

"i see…"

"May I ask why you're asking me about a mentally insane psycho scientist?" Frisk sat up on the bed. Sans glanced at her for a moment, eye glowing blue for a split second.

"he wasn't mentally insane….or psycho. he just….did some regrettable things." He explained and leaned sideways on the chair.

"Okay, fine. But why do you want to know if I've met him?" She was getting tired of the conversation. She wanted to know the important stuff.

"some things in my lab have been tampered with."

"Could have been Pap." She switched to lying on her back.

"nah. it wasn't him." Sans waved that possibility off. Frisk sighed and jumped off the bed.

"Don't you have security cameras around your lab?" She raised an eyebrow. Sans just looked at her. Why didn't he think of that? It was so obvious! Of course he had security cameras. He had two in his lab and one outside, also connected to the alarm system because it scanned for unauthorized intruders.

"wow, i can't believe that slipped my mind." Sans facepalmed as Frisk laughed at him and opened the door.

They went downstairs and found that plates and silverware were spread across the table in a neat fashion. Frisk's family was one of those proper families that didn't tolerate anything out of place. The table was average size, but was covered in a nice tablecloth and plates made of actual silver. Sans wondered how rich this kid's family was.

"Oh hey! Dinner's set up. Did you wanna stay and eat with us?" Frisk almost begged for him to stay, and he could tell she wanted him to.

"i don't know if that's such a great idea...you know your parents don't like me." He stated, but Frisk just rolled her eyes.

"Don't be such a baby, they're just cautious of monsters." She tried to explain, but she knew that wasn't true.

"kid, i'm pretty sure they hate me." He gave Frisk an 'are you kidding me?' look. She waved him off and grabbed his hand. She practically grabbed him and shoved him into a chair at the table. He didn't like how this dinner was going on in his head. He frowned at Frisk, who in return had a huge grin on her face.

"fine. i'll stay, but if your parents don't like how i do something my way, then too bad." He put up a tough act and crossed his arms, but on the inside was the most nervous he had ever been. Frisk gave him a thumbs up and sat next to him. Sans sat on one of the ends of the table reserved for guests.

Frisk's mom came out of the kitchen and gasped, almost dropping the basket of spices she carried. She immediately noticed Sans at the end of the table, who just waved.

"sup." His wore his signature grin and leaned back in his chair. Frisk facepalmed. This was going to be a long dinner.

Sans returned home later that evening and headed straight to his lab. It was late at night and Papyrus had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his brother to come home. He stopped mid-run and looked back at Papyrus. He had been so busy lately, he forgot that tonight was movie night. His brother even had a bowl of popcorn ready for him on the table next to the couch.

"sigh...sorry pap, next time." He took off to the lab.

Sans switched on the lights and was reminded of his failed machine. It sat on the counter and looked mangled. Everything was a mess and Sans didn't feel like cleaning any of it. He left the pile of parts alone and went over to the computer to check the video footage.

"alright...let's see." He mumbled to himself as he skimmed the tapes. He found one that was triggered after he left his lab a few days ago. It showed a still screen and for a split second Sans thought it was an image, but then a part moved. It's like it was tapped accidently. He checked another video from Tuesday and flinched as he saw himself bump the liquid nitrogen tank next to the stairs. Why didn't he remember picking it back up after he returned? His question was answered as a dark shadowy figure manifested next to the tank and caught it. He couldn't get a good look at the figure's face, but one glance of a cracked, white skull caught his attention.

"gaster."