I'm just kinda getting the chapters I've written posted so I don't have to do it later. The story starts to take place during this chapter, heueheuhehue!

Sans wasn't sure what exactly to do. He knew he could only trust one person with the information he had just received from his video camera earlier. He concluded that it was time to pester Frisk once again.

"frisk! i-" Sans was cut off by a finger on his mouth. He looked down, cross-eyed, and moved the hand away.

"Sans, Sans, Sans….Do you. Know. What. Time. It is?." Frisk emphasized each word with a step towards the skeleton. Sans finally noticed that Frisk was now about an inch taller than him and took a step back.

"look, kid. i know what time it is, but i have to tell you something!" He pleaded. Frisk stood in the doorway, her eyes threatening to close.

"Do you actually know what time it is?"

"...no." Sans concluded, "but that's not the point here."

"Then please, for the love of all things good, tell me what the problem is so I can go to sleep!" She shouted.

"gaster."

"What?" Her shoulders dropped as if she didn't believe him. Sans rolled his eyes and explained.

"gaster. he was the one messing with my stuff in my lab." Frisk stood for a few seconds before turning to shut the door. Sans took notice and put his hands out to stop her. How could Frisk just brush this off? This was important news!

"no, frisk! wait! i'm telling you the truth." He managed to grab the door before it shut and locked eyes with Frisk. She stared him down like a leopard would with its prey.

"So if it is true, what are you going to do about it?" She held the door open just enough so that she could see Sans' face. He visibly cringed and tried to explain his plan.

"well, i wanna go back and save him."

"Heh! You're crazy." She shut the door. All hope drained from Sans' face as he stood in the cold night air. As he was about to walk away though, Frisk opened the door to reveal she had grabbed a coat and put boots on.

"I'm in." She stated.

"whoa, whoa, you can't come with me…"

"And why not? I'm not ten anymore…" Frisk crossed her arms and Sans sighed.

"look, i don't want something to happen to you while we're with gaster. what if you mess up the time continuum?" He lazily explained as if it were plainly obvious that she would cause trouble with the timeline.

"What if you mess up the time continuum? Hmmm?" Frisk was persistent, Sans gave her credit for that, but he couldn't let her come with him. If Gaster was involved, the situation was going to be tricky. Gaster was known to have experimented… on humans. He didn't want Frisk to be involved in this.

"sorry, kid. no means no this time and i ain't joking around either." He gave her a serious look, which made Frisk frown. She nodded understandingly and closed the door. Sans sighed, put his hands in his pockets and walked home.

Papyrus had been sleeping but woke when he heard the front door shut. Since skeletons didn't need sleep anyway, Papyrus stayed up the rest of the night and started to make spaghetti for breakfast. He figured it would be the best dish for the morning when Sans would return. Of course, spaghetti was always the best dish for breakfast in Papyrus' eyes. How he was even introduced to spaghetti in the first place, no one will ever know.

He looked out the window and saw that a snowstorm was approaching. Papyrus spotted Sans walking up to the house and he waved through the window. Sans waved back and opened the door to go inside. It was warm and smelled like something was burning, but the older brother shrugged it off. It wasn't unusual for something to be burning in the house.

"hey bro, you're up awfully early." Sans hung his coat on the rack next to the door and grabbed his hoodie.

"Well, I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided to make some breakfast." He explained while he was stirring the sauce with the noodles. Sans watched him put some salt in the pot and then grimaced when he saw that hot sauce was also being added.

"-And a touch of salsa for flavor!" Papyrus finished and stirred again.

"uh..bro, that's not-" But Sans was cut off by Pap's hand in his face, trying to shove him away. That didn't stop Sans from giggling however.

"SSSSHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh. I'm trying a new recipe, Sans."

"but that's no-"

"Sans, do you know how to cook? No, you don't. So sit down at the table and wait." Sans did as he was told and sat at the dinner table. There were only three chairs and one of them was duct taped together.

"hey pap, i need to tell you something." Sans spoke up after a few minutes of sitting. He wasn't going to tell his brother that he was going to bring Gaster back, so he needed to make up an excuse.

"What is it, brother?"

"i'm gonna hang out with frisk for a few days...is that okay?" He crossed one leg over the other and relaxed in the chair.

"Why of course! Don't worry about me, for The Great Papyrus will be visiting Undyne this week for cooking lessons anyway!" As Papyrus exclaimed, he accidentally splattered the walls with more spaghetti sauce. Sans didn't even care this time and just laughed. Papyrus groaned and set the spoon on the counter.

"aside from…..that," Sans motioned to the spoon, referring to the incident that had occurred. "you do realize it's like, 4 in the morning and not even close to breakfast time, right?" Sans grinned as Pap's face fell in disappointment and confusion.

Soon after "breakfast," Papyrus headed off to bed to get some more sleep. Sans went downstairs to grab supplies and parts for what he had to do. His plan was to head underground, get to the old basement in their house in Snowdin, fix the time machine, and find Gaster. It seemed simple enough, he just had to execute it.

He arrived at the gateway to the underground, which was guarded by humans. Sans grunted to himself and put on a smile before walking out from the bushes.

"looks like they really bumped up the security here, huh?" As he spoke, guards were already moving to block the entrance. The humans still weren't on perfect terms with the monsters, so they tended to be very cautious of who could enter and exit the gate.

"Sans…" One of the guards started to address him. "It's certainly been a while. I haven't seen you down here since Papyrus needed something from Snowdin. Why the sudden urge to go back?" The guard smirked at Sans, who in return resisted the urge to growl, so he kept silent.

"You know the procedure. For you to get through, I need to know why you're going back." The guard's tone shifted to a commanding one. Sans kept his hands in his pockets and grinned.

"ah, y'know. too many good memories. forgot a picture down there that i'd like to get back." Although it wasn't entirely a lie, the guard knew that wasn't Sans' true intention.

"Sans, tell me why you're going back or I can't let you proceed." He glared at the skeleton and a few guards looked ready to close in just in case Sans tried something.

"why don't you give the others this much trouble…?" He sighed.

"Because I know your reputation. You can't deceive me anymore." The guard's hand was on his gun by his side. Sans glanced down and realized that he didn't want to get into trouble right now.

"alright, fine. i'm coming back down because i left some schematics in my lab that i can't recreate." Sans was glad that the guard still couldn't figure out when he was lying and when he was telling the truth. After some thought, the guard sighed and shook his head.

"Fair enough. But remember that we have information on you and if you're not back in a week, we'll have to come find you ourselves."

"yeah, yeah, you'll file me as wanted, yadda, yadda." He waved him off as he walked through the gate that was opening. "see ya later, lieutenant."

"I'm a general!"

"whatever." As soon as Sans entered the other side of the gate, he teleported away. The guards saw a gust of wind kick up some snow where Sans had stood just seconds before.