Farewell
Frisk's mind was blank as she moved through the back streets of Ebott. It was like there was a white continuous buzzing constantly moving behind her eyes, and a dull static humming in her ears. She didn’t see, hear, or feel anything as she wandered. Frisk didn’t know how long she had been walking, she was vaguely aware that she had even been moving at all. She could have ended up in the next town and it wouldn’t even faze her in the slightest. She didn’t even know where she was going; she had given up all forms of control and simply allowed her feet to carrier her away. When she finally looked up she found that she had somehow managed to make it back to Grillby’s. She didn’t know why she had decided to come back to this place, some part of her brain still knew that walking into a bar full of monsters with a pile of dust in your hands was a sure way to get herself killed, but Frisk ignored that voice. She didn’t care anymore. Besides, she needed to take Mittsy back home, she needed to give Mittsy back to her family.
Frisk opened the door to the bar and stood in the entrance way. She looked around the room at all the laughing and joking monsters inside. Their voices were like echoes in her mind. She felt so far away but yet so claustrophobic at the same time. She scanned the room looking for someone who could help her but her voice still wouldn’t work, instead she could only stare at the happy faces of all the monsters as they drank and sang and joked. It confused her. Why were they laughing? why were they smiling? They shouldn’t be. No one should be happy. Didn’t they know, didn’t they know what just happened? Frisk felt rage crawl into her soul as the laughter and the jests of the monsters completely clouded her brain, echoing louder and louder in her eardrums until she thought they would burst. She glared at their happy faces. They reminded her of the smile that Ludo had worn as he killed Mittsy in cold blood.
“Kiddo?” A lazy voice drawled. Frisk faintly registered a pair of footsteps coming her way.
“Hey, what are you doing back so early?” Sans asked as he approached Frisk by the door. “I thought you’d be out for at least a few more hou-.” But his words died before they could even make it through his teeth as he saw what Frisk held so desperately in her hands. He felt his eye sockets widen as he recognized Mittsy’s pink jacket and the pile of dust that Frisk garden protectively within it.
“Oh no.” He whispered to himself in disbelief as he rushed forward and grabbed Frisk by the shoulder.
“Kid what happened, tell me what happened!?” He demanded, but it was like his plea fell on deaf ears as Frisk only seemed to turn her head slightly in his direction, as if she was barley registering that he was even there.
Some of the other monsters had turned toward the disturbance, and had started to head over to see what all the commotion was about. When they saw Frisk, and also what she held, the laughter, jokes and happy atmosphere completely vanished from the bar within an instant. Frisk almost sighed with relief at the sudden quite. She had felt like she was going to explode with all that noise, but her respite didn’t last long as angry voices and people shouting replaced the previous sounds of merriment. Still the sounds were so far, far away from her that she couldn’t be bothered to listen.
“She’s covered in dust! Do you see that? She’s got dust on her hands!” One monster shouted while pointing in horror.
“Who’s is it? Who?” Another demanded . Sans stepped in front of the kid and shielded her from view as much as possible as the crowed continued to spill forward around her. This was bad. They were starting to panic and all of their angry glares were focused on Frisk.
“It’s her fault isn’t it!” Another voice added. Frisk managed to hear this voice, even in her disturbed state of mind. She felt a swell of sadness form in her chest. The voice was right, it was all her fault. She then felt someone grab at Mittsy’s jacket and attempt to pull it away from her. Frisk refused to let it go instead she just held it tighter and sank down to the floor, curling herself around it protectively. No one was going to hurt Mittsy ever again, not unless they got through her first. Another hand then seemed to reach through to Frisk in her deranged little bubble and pulled her roughly forward by the collar.
“You did this didn’t you human!” The monster sneered in her face. Frisk could tell by the smell of burning dog treats that it was Doggo who was currently holding her by the neck of her shirt. She briefly saw his hate filled eyes and glinting snarl, but the rest remained a blur as she hung loosely in his grip. She didn’t fight back or struggle, she only held Mittsy’s jacket closer to her chest.
“BACK OFF!” A booming voice reverberated throughout the bar, effectively silencing the terrified crowed. It took Frisk a while to realize that she actually recognized the threatening voice as Sans. It wasn’t anything like his usual carefree character, now his voice seemed to swell and echo as if he were speaking in many different tones all at once. Doggo turned angrily toward Sans as the skeleton pushed a few monsters back, away from Frisk.
“What are you doing sans?! Because of her Mittsy is -.”
“We don’t know what happened yet.” Sans said harshly, with darkened eye sockets, cutting Doggo off. “Now put her down.” He demanded. Doggo flinched back slightly at Sans intimidating demeanor, but held his position firm all the same.
“What do you mean we don’t know? Look at her!” He said angrily as he roughly dragged Frisk forward. “She is covered in dust!” He shouted.
“Buddy I ain’t gonna ask again.” Sans growled, a spark of cyan glinting dangerously in his left eye socket.
Doggo scoffed, as he pointedly let Frisk drop roughly to the floor. She fell hard on her back as she refused to un-wrap her arms from Mittsy’s dust, and continued to clutch it safely to her chest. Sans watched through narrowed sockets as Doggo sauntered back to his seat, sipping at his whisky again.
“This is what we get for trusting a human!” he said angrily from over his shoulder at the rest of the group. “Pretty soon we’re all gonna end up piles of dust.”
The rest of the crowed seemed to follow Doggo’s lead as they went back to their respected seats, throwing suspicious and angry glances over their shoulders at Frisk who now sat curled into a protective little ball on the floor. Sans watched them all move a safe distance away before he turned back to Frisk and gently placed a hand on her arm.
“Bucko, you still with me? He asked tentatively, but the kid didn’t move. She didn’t even seem to register his voice. Sans brows furrowed in worry as he hoisted Frisk up by her waist and walked her to the stairwell. He paused momentarily at the bar where Grillby watched anxiously.
“I think it might be a good idea to close early tonight Grillb’s.” Sans said to the flame monster as he made his way past the bar.
Grillby nodded as he put his bat back down behind the counter. He had picked it up when the crowed had started to turn nasty, but it seemed that the worst was over for now. Sans then led Frisk up the stairs with a hand placed securely at her waist holding her to his side to help support her weight, while he kept the other one on her forearm, helping him to pull her along beside him. Her head just hung low as she followed Sans blindly up to the apartment.
Sans mind was running a million miles a minute as he tried to figure out what the hell had happened in the few hours that he had let the kid out of his sight. He glanced again to Frisk and the dust covered jacket she held onto so tightly. He still didn’t want to believe that the dust it held was Mittsy’s, even though he knew that it couldn’t belong to anyone else. Even with her trademark magenta jacket basically spelling it out for him, his mind was still trying to deny the fact that his friend was dead.
When they made it in through the door, the apartment was empty and quiet as Papyrus still wasn’t back from work yet. Sans sighed to himself in relief, glad that his brother wouldn’t be here to witness this mess. Sans then sat Frisk gently down on the couch before he moved to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. The kid was still quite, too quiet for his liking. When he came back he tried to offer her the glass, but she just continued to stare at the floor, eyes blank, clutching at Mittsy’s dust filled jacket desperately.
“Come on buddy you gotta work with me here.” Sans said as he shook at her softly, trying to rouse her from her blocked off state of mind. He then moved his hand to Mittsy’s jacket and tugged on it slightly. Frisk stiffened and wrapped her arms tighter around the garment.
“Frisk please?” Sans asked as delicately as he could, as he tugged lightly on the pink cloth again. Frisk flinched at Sans request before she reluctantly let her grip loosen. Sans then slowly removed the dust filled jacket from her lap. He knew that he would never be able to reach her if she just sat staring at it all day. He would keep it safe, somewhere out of sight for now, until proper arrangements could be made for a funeral.
Sans glanced down at the jacket holding the remains of his friend. He felt sick to his nonexistent stomach in that moment, but he couldn’t allow himself to succumb to grief right now, there was still work to be done. Once Mittsy’s dust was safety hidden away, Sans returned to Frisk on the couch. She was still as closed off as ever, only now instead of Mittsy’s jacket she was clutching urgently at her own arms that were folded protectively across her chest.
“Frisk?” Sans asked lightly as he sat beside her on the couch. She tilted her head to him slightly. Sans felt a slight twinge of relive as she appeared to hear him now. That was a good sign.
“Frisk, can you hear me pal?” He asked again, trying to get her to meet his gaze. Frisk replied with a slow nod but still averted her eyes.
“You need to tell me what happened.” Sans continued. “Can you do that for me?” He saw Frisk tense at his question as her bottom lip began to quiver. She opened her mouth briefly as if trying to say something before she quickly shut it again.
“Frisk, I know it’s tough, but the sooner you tell me what’s going on the sooner I can-.”
“It- it’s all my fault.” Frisk stuttered, cutting Sans off.
“What do you mean?” Sans asked. Frisk then suddenly snapped her gaze toward him, her eyes wild with grief.
“I couldn’t do anything!” She said her voice rising in panic. “I was so useless, I couldn’t help her when they, when they…” Sans placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards him.
“Kid, you gotta calm down ok? Just breathe.” He instructed as he held Frisks wild eyes with his own firm ones in an effort to ground her.
“Just start at the beginning.” He continued.
Frisk nodded in understanding, taking a deep breath. Sans noticed her form was now shaking under his hold like a leaf in autumn. She was scared. Frisk was quite for a few moments as she collected herself and Sans waited patiently until she was ready to try again.
“We were just coming back.”Frisk began shakily. “Everything had gone well.” She said as she furrowed her brows trying to remember. She let out a frustrated huff as she found it difficult to recall the events of only a few hours ago. Her mind was still swimming in a thick haze; it was like she was trying to remember a dream after waking up. Only Frisk knew that what had happened that afternoon wasn’t a product of her imagination, it was very, very real, no matter how much Frisk wished it otherwise.
“There was someone following us.” She continued. “And then, there were more of them, a lot more. They were herding us into a trap.” Frisk said. As the memories began to become clear, she felt a pang of anger well up in her chest.
“Mittsy told me to run, but I couldn’t get away.” She said her voice rising again. “I just watched Sans, like an idiot, and they…. He killed her.” She said her face forming into a snarl at the memory of Ludos icy blue eyes and his predatory smile.
her hands clenched into fists as she remembered his cruel laughter. She growned her teeth as the ball of rage in her chest exploded, setting her senses on fire. That’s right he had laughed, he had laughed right in her face as he watched her die. Frisk then turned her angry gaze to Sans.
“Sans, I saw their faces. I know who they are.” She said sternly. “I need you to take me to Asgore. I need to tell him who did this.” Sans sat stunned at Frisks sudden ferocity. Though he was grateful that the kid wanted to cooperate, he also felt concerned for her. She was acting on her emotions, on her impulses. She wasn’t taking the time to think this through, and though he knew as a member of the Pansies he really shouldn’t be trying to talk her out of giving Asgore information, he also knew that he couldn’t just let her blindly put herself in danger either.
“Kiddo, I think you might want to take a moment to calm down before we go see the boss.” He began.
“No.” Frisk replied firmly, shooting Sans a dangerous glare. Sans was taken aback a bit by her rage. He had never seen Frisk this angry before, in fact he didn’t even think she could get this angry.
“Frisk, listen, you’re in no state of mind to be doing this right now.” Sans said sternly. “You need to think kid. You do now what will happen if you go around blabbing about other gangs don’t you?” He asked in an effort to try to get Frisk to see some sort of reason.
“I know Sans.” She snapped. “It means I won’t be a neutral party anymore. I’ll deal with the consequences later, but right now you need to take me to Asgore.” She demanded.
“Kid I – .”
“If you don’t, then I will find someone else who will.” Frisk continued I’m sure there are plenty of monsters down stairs that would be more than willing to throw me at their boss’s feet.” She said before Sans could even protest.
Sans narrowed his eye sockets at Frisk. She was definitely in the wrong frame of mind to be talking to anyone at the moment, let alone Asgore. Sans wasn’t going to take her anywhere near that office until the kid had some time to at least cool her temper.
“Nope. You’re not going anywhere.” He replied sharply. Frisk looked at him like he had just slapped her in the face.
“What ?!” She demanded, turning her ferocity on Sans.
“Look kid, you need some time to cool off.” He began. “And frankly I could use a bit of a breather to process all of this myself.” Sans said sadly.
Frisks rage was quelled slightly when she saw San’s tired and broken expression. In her anger, she had forgotten that Mittsy was also his close friend as well, and he had just found out about her death. Frisk now felt a heavy wave of guilt replace her fury.
“I’m- I’m sorry Sans.” She said meekly as she let her gaze fall guilty at the floor.
Sans sighed at the kid’s sullen expression, before he reached out and patted her lightly on the head. It was an affectionate gesture that he had seen his brother and Mittsy use on her numerous times. He hoped that maybe the action would be somewhat comforting to Frisk coming from him as it was when it had come from them. The kid snapped her gaze back to him in a look of complete surprise.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.” He said holding her gaze firm as he let his hand rest on the top of her head.
“I just can’t sit and do nothing again Sans, I- I just can’t.” Frisk replied in a small and fragile voice.
“I know,” Sans said. “But I think you should take the time you can to really think this through. It will only be at most a few hours before word reaches Asgore about this, and he will call for you then.” He continued.
“So until that time, take a moment to sort yourself out.” He said. Frisk nodded lightly agreeing to Sans’ conditions.
“I think I’m gonna go lie down for a bit, take some time for myself to uh, figure all this out.” Sans said as he got up from the couch and started to walk sluggishly toward his bedroom.
“If anyone knocks on the door, don’t answer it without me there, alright?” He told Frisk as he glanced back at her briefly. Frisk nodded again at his request.
“Ok, try to rest some.” Sans said as he scratched at the back of his neck while continued to his room.
Frisk watched him go. He looked tired. His shoulders hung heavy as if they were carrying the weight of the world, and the lights in his eye sockets were as dim as she had ever seen them. His ever-present smile looked forced and appeared to be falling at the edges. Frisk turned back around on the couch as Sans’ door shut behind her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep; it was still too early as the sun hadn’t even begun to set yet, and her frazzled mind was in overdrive constantly replaying the terrifying events over and over again like some sort of twisted movie. Frisk strummed her fingers and tapped her foot anxiously as she watched the seconds tick by on the clock, glancing every so often at the door, waiting for the monster who would come to take her to Asgore.
She knew Sans was right. She should be taking this time to really think about her decision to snitch on the Gambino’s. Once she did tell the Pansies that information, there was no going back. She couldn’t be considered a neutral party anymore, and she knew for sure that her place within the Pansies would most likely be revoked after this incident as well, which meant that she had nowhere left to go, but Frisk couldn’t bring herself to care as her anger continued to boil in her belly. The Gambino’s had to pay for what they had done, and if that meant Frisk had to risk her anonymity then she would be more then willing to through it away.
Sans laid on the bed staring at his ceiling. He had been like that for about forty-five minutes now, not sleeping, not resting, not even thinking, just staring. He had to constantly battle to keep his gaze from wandering over to the drawer in his desk where he had hidden Mittsy’s remains. He couldn’t look at them, they made him feel sick, but he also couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away either. He brought his hands to his face and racked his fingers over his eye sockets as he let out a frustrated huff. He knew that it was a bad idea, he shouldn’t have let the kid go. This was his fault, and now Frisk was broken sitting on his couch, and Mittsy was …. Maybe if he had gone with them he could have saved her. Maybe then things would have still been ok, not grate but ok.
With another grumble Sans sat up on his bed. This wasn’t helping. Sans then glanced at the clock on his desk it was a quarter to six, Papyrus would be home soon. Another wave of dread washed over Sans as he realized that he would have to tell his brother what had happened. Sans quickly got up and started to pace across his floor nervously at the thought. How was he supposed to do that? How was he supposed to tell his brother that Mittsy was gone? Papyrus would be heart broken.
Sans continued to walk back and forth across his bedroom floor as he tried to come up with a delicate way to break the news to his brother, but everything he thought of left him feeling unsatisfied. It was going to hurt him no matter how Sans worded it. Suddenly Sans heard a muffled knock come from the front door of the apartment. Sans sighed inwardly. They had come a lot sooner than he had thought they would. He then made his way out of his bedroom to go and answer the door.
The kid was now standing in the living area by the couch staring intensely at the door. Sans saw how tense she was as well as the same angry determination still burning fiercely behind her eyes. She hadn’t calmed down yet, this was already turning out to be a recipe for disaster.
When he opened the door Grillby was standing just outside of the apartment a look of concern present on his face. Frisk watched anxiously as Grillby quietly relayed something to Sans. Sans nodded in understanding, before thanking the flame elemental and bidding him farewell. Before Grillby left he gave a brief nod in Frisks direction, his concerned expression deepening and also taking on a tone of sadness. Frisk nodded back politely. Sans shut the door before letting out a breathy sigh. He then slowly turned around to face Frisk who was waiting for the news anxiously.
“Looks like our times up kiddo, they just gave Grillby a call on the telephone. They want to see you now.” He said slowly. Frisk nodded and headed over to him and the door.
“I’m ready.” She responded, the fire behind her eyes bursting with even more ferocity. Sans felt his nonexistent gut sink as he realized that Frisk hadn’t changed her mind. She was going to spill the beans.
Sans was conflicted over this decision. On the one hand he really wanted to know who had done this to his friend, and at that thought his own soul became a lite with anger and the desire to personally see to it that whoever was responsible for Mittsy’s death got exactly what they deserved. But, on the other hand he knew that that information meant Frisks safety, and at that thought his anger was immediately snuffed out by worry and dread. He didn’t want another one of his friends to end up dead after all.
“Ok.” He said as he opened the door and led Frisk out of the apartment, down the stairs and toward the Buick. When they both got inside Sans didn’t even have to ask as Frisk quickly grabbed the sack and pulled it over her head. Sans gripped at the steering wheel nervously as he started the engine and began driving toward the warehouse.
When they arrived Undyne was already there, pacing back and forth and grumbling muffled curses to herself angrily within the ware house. When Sans and Frisk came through the door she quickly made her way over to them and yanked the sack off of Frisks face before she clutched at Frisk’s shoulders strongly.
“Punk, what happened? Are you alright?” She asked fixing the slightly stunned Frisk with a firm yellow eye. Sans raised his hand and pushed Undyne back gently.
“She’s here to talk to Asgore.” He said with a calm but assertive tone, reminding Undyne that everything the kid said had to be said in front to of the boss. Undyne grit her teeth slightly in frustration as she was reminded of her rank, but Sans was right even though she was the under boss she couldn’t know anything on this matter before Asgore did.
“Alright follow me.” She said sternly as she led the two up the stairs and to Asgore’s office just like she had before. Undyne gave a light rap on the door announcing there presence before a gruff voice sounded from within the office telling them to enter.
When Frisk made her way through the door she saw Asgore sitting at his large desk, only now his once regal appearance was completely gone. Instead, he appeared before her tired and disheveled he had heavy bags under his dull eyes. His mane like beard was messy and tangled. His shirt was un-tucked with its sleeves rolled up and his tie was poorly done as it hung loosely from around his neck. He was nursing a glass half filled with whisky as an ash tray lay filled with cigarette butts by the bottle.
“Sit down.” He said tiredly as Frisk made her way across the office. Sans and Undyne followed in behind her standing at attention as Frisk took a seat.
He then held her for a moment in his tired but still firm gaze. However, before he could even begin to command her to tell him what had happened Frisk spoke up.
“I know who did it. I saw their faces.” She said meeting Asgore’s commanding gaze with her own rage filled and determined one.
Asgore sat back a bit in slight shock. He was prepared to have to drag the truth out of Frisk as he assumed that this type of information was considered off limits according to their agreement, but it seemed that he was entirely mistaken as she sat impatiently waiting for him to ask her to continue. Asgore cleared his throat lightly regaining his composure.
“You are willing to name the culprits?” He asked in slight disbelief.
“Yes.” Frisk replied sternly.
“You do know what you are risking by doing so.” Asgore continued and Frisk nodded vigorously.
“I know.” She replied. Asgore sat silently for a moment longer his eyes searching her face for any intention that she was up to something, but all he found was fierceness behind her steady glare as she returned his gaze without breaking away in the slightest.
“Please continue then.” Asgore said as he sat back in his arm chair. Firsk then began by telling Asgore the same story she had told Sans.
“It was the Gambino family.” she said. “Ludo their underboss was the one who shot her, and his underling Ricky and his foot men were the ones that herded us into the trap.” She continued.
Asgore sighed deeply at the news. The Gambino’s were not a force to be trifled with. They were just as big and as powerful as the Pansies, only they were much more ruthless and much more bloodthirsty.
“Ludo… he used something. It was a strange sort of device.” Frisk continued as she remembered the gadget that Ludo had pulled out from his pocket.
“It did something to Mittsy’s magic.” She said. Asgore, Sans and Undyne all looked to Frisk in surprise and shock.
“What do you mean?” Asgore asked as he furrowed his brows at Frisk.
“It held this red liquid, but when it hit the ground it sprayed it out like a cloud.” Frisk continued. “Mittsy was winning before that, but then her magic disappeared and she couldn’t get it to come back.” She said as she clenched her fists at the memory.
“That’s when…. That’s when Ludo shot her.” She said.
Sans stared wide eyed at the kid, as he felt his pupils start to darken. She hadn’t mentioned this part of the story to him before and now he really, really wished that she had. If the Gambino’s had a weapon like that then this incident was far more serious than just a random brawl. This was a declaration of war. If the Gambino’s had the power to strip a monster of their magic then that meant all of them, every monster, were in grave danger. Asgore appeared to come to the same conclusion as he bowed his head in thought. Undyne stiffened from across the room clearly very unsettled by the thought of potentially losing her magic.
“Was there anything else?” Asgore questioned. Frisk nodded.
“They had mentioned that the reason that they targeted Mittsy was to see how long the effects lasted on her magic, they didn’t recognize me but they saw my face.” She said.
“They told me they were letting me off with a warning, and said something about starting a war.” Frisk finished. Asgore rested his chin on his folded hands as he possessed the news. It was worse then what he had expected.
“Oh.” Frisk suddenly said, gaining back his attention as she bent over and dug something out of the band of her sock.
“Mittsy wanted me to give you this.” She said as she placed the echo flower before Asgore.“She said that it was very important that you got it.”
Asgore stared wide eyed at the flower, before he gently picked it up. He noticed that two petals were missing from its blossom, which meant that it held precious information.
“Excellent work Frisk.” He said as he turned to Undyne.
“Undyne, it looks like the assignment was successful after all.” He stated. “After this information is processed you and your troops should be prepared to follow through with the rest of the plan.” Undyne nodded her head sternly in complete understanding.
“I believe that is all.” Asgore said turning back to Frisk.
“Thank you Frisk for cooperating with us on this matter, it will be noted.” He finished as he proceeded to stand from his chair. Frisk jumped forward and slammed her hands down on his desk before he could get up.
“What about Mittsy?” She demanded angrily. “Arn’t you going to send someone after those goons?!” She questioned behind grated teeth. Asgore sat stunned for a moment at her sudden outburst before he met her furious eyes with calm and authoritative ones.
“At the moment it is far too risky to retaliate.” He replied sternly. “If what you say is true then we will have to find out more about this weapon that the Gambino’s have gotten their hands on. Until then it isn’t safe to make a move.”
“THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” Frisk shouted as her form began to shake with rage. Sans immediately stepped forward and pulled Frisk back from the desk. She tried to shake him off but he held her shoulders tightly.
“Sorry boss.” Sans said quickly. “Shes uh, had a bit of a hard day.” He explained. Asgore nodded.
“I understand Sans.” He replied. His eyes seemed to soften slightly as he glanced over to Frisks furious form.
“It is very hard to lose a loved one.” He continued sadly. Frisk then broke away from Sans grip and stormed to the door.
“I’ll be waiting down stairs.” She replied harshly as she slammed it behind her. Undyne furrowed her brows in annoyance as she moved to follow her.
Sans let out a sigh after the two had left. He had suspected something like this was going to happen.
“What a mess.” He said partially to himself as he moved a hand up to rub at his temples. Asgore nodded in agreement.
“Sans, as my consigliere was my decision the right one?” Asgore said, suddenly sounding very unsure of himself.
“Sure is boss.” Sans replied. “If the Gambino’s really do have a weapon like that, then retaliating now without figuring out a way to counter it would mean putting a lot of good monsters lives in danger.”
“Good.” Asgore said, his shoulders relaxing somewhat. “Would you be able to explain it to Frisk?” He asked Sans slumped forward slightly.
“I can try.” Sans replied. “But right now I think the kids got to come to terms with what happened.” He said sadly. Asgore sighed.
“I have heard that she and Mittsy had grown quite close, but I had no idea that she would be willing to risk so much for Mittsy’s justice.” He said as he leaned back in his chair. Sans shot him a shrug and a small smirk.
“Heh, ya she’s a good kid.” He replied.
“Sans would you let her know when she calms down that the offer for her to join permanently still stands?” He said and Sans raised an eyebrow. “It won’t be affected by this incident.” Asgore continued.
“That’s awful good of you, boss.” Sans replied. Asgore furrowed his brows in guilt.
“No it is not, it is selfish of me.” He said looking down at the blue echo flower in his massive hands. “we still need her skills Sans. especialy now with Mittsy gone.”
Sans nodded, still pleased with the bosses decision regardless of his intentions behind it. Though he still wished that Frisk wouldn’t have to get dragged into the gang life, he felt reassured by the fact that at least now the kid had a place to go. She would have protection against the Gambino’s now that they had seen her face. It wouldn’t be long before they found out who she really was. She had caught a lucky break with Ludo once and Sans knew that the mobster was far too ruthless for her to get a second chance if she crossed paths with him again.
“I’ll let her know.” he said as he headed toward the door.
Frisk stomped down the stairs with Undyne following closely on her tail. She was so angry. She was absolutely livid. How could Asgore just abandon Mittsy like that? She was one of his own, one of the family wasn’t she? As Frisk fumed and continued to pace around the main floor of the warehouse she kicked at a crate in an attempt to vent out some of her rage. Undyne caught her by the shoulder and yanked her roughly to face her.
“Knock it off punk!” She ordered. “This attitude of yours isn’t helping anyone least of all yourself!” Frisk narrowered her eyes threateningly at the fish monster as she batted her hand away.
“How can you sit there and call him your boss when he doesn’t even defend his gang?!” She challenged, much to Undyne’s surprise.
“What did you say brat?” Undyne demanded.
“You heard me! he’s a coward!” Frisk spat, not backing down even when Undyne bared her sharp teeth in an angry scowl.
She then grabbed Frisk by the arm and dragged her behind her, ignoring Frisks protests and insults as she pushed her down to sit on one of the worn wooden chairs across the room.
“Listen up punk, Asgore is doing this to protect everyone!” She scolded. “He can’t just go around challenging every other mob before he knows that he can beat them! It would be irresponsible and frankly stupid.” She said. Frisk just continued to fume.
“So he just lies to everyone instead?!” She questioned. “He promises them safety, and a place to call home, but in reality it’s all bull!” She shouted back.
“You said that he gave you a family, but I bet he wouldn’t even lift a figure if it was you that had gotten dusted.” With that, Undyne lunged forward and grabbed Frisk by the collar hoisting her upward off the ground.
“You take that back.” She hissed, but Frisk just held her angry gaze firm. She knew that Undyne could beat her into a pulp if she wanted but she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
“You’re just as bad as him!” Frisk continued. “The way you’re lying to Papyrus! You don’t plan on ever letting him join your troop do you? You’re just giving him false hope with those stupid cooking lessons!” She shouted. Undyne seemed to flinch back at Frisks accusation.
“It’s nothing but cruel! Stop making promises you can’t keep!” She said but then was silenced quickly as Undyne struck her sharply across the cheek with a firm slap.
“You don’t understand anything.” Undyne replied in a low growl, as she let Frisk drop to the ground.
Frisk didn’t respond as she raised a hand to her stinging face. Undyne seemed to falter slightly in her resolve once she realized what she had done, but then grounded herself firmly again in her own hurt anger as she turned and walked away from Frisk. Frisk narrowed her eyes at the monster as she watched her go and sit across the room.
“What the heck is going on?” Sans voice sounded from the top of the staircase in confusion as he saw Frisk on the floor with a scuffed up cheek while Undyne sat seething in the corner. Frisk just averted her eyes as she stood up.
“Nothing.” She replied flatly. Undyne just huffed in frustration.
“You should learn to get your pet under control Sans.” She spat as she hurled Frisk a snarky eye, Sans just raised an eyebrow at her before approaching the kid.
“Let me see.” He said as he tried to turn her head to face him, but Frisk only pulled firmly away from his touch.
“I’m fine.” She stated as she made her way over to the door. She threw the sack over her head and waited to be lead to the car.
Sans grumbled inwardly as he tossed Undyne a very unimpressed look before heading over to lead the kid out. Undyne flinched slightly from under his glare. Her cheeks taking on a dark teal blush as she realized he was scolding her like a child in time out. What made Undyne feel even worse was she knew that she had deserved it.
The car ride home was silent. When they got to Grilby’s Sans turned off the engine. Frisk didn’t even give him a chance to speak as she threw the sack off of her head and bolted from the car. She stomped angrily through the empty bar and up the stairs, not bothering to wait for Sans to catch up. He narrowed his eye sockets, getting annoyed at her attitude as he followed her to the apartment.
“Im going to bed.” Was all that she said to him when he entered through the doorway after her.
“You uh, sure you don’t want to talk about what happened? He asked.
“No.” Frisk replied flatly as she gathered up her over-sized nightshirt and headed for the bathroom but Sans steeped in her way not allowing her to pass
“Kiddo, this act your putting on really isn’t helping anyone.” He said sternly. Frisk just huffed at him unimpressed.
“You were supposed to be her friend.” she said. “You were supposed to stick up for her! Not let Asgore ignore her!” She spat back. Sans caught her wrist firmly.
“Watch it kid.” He warned but Frisk was too far gone into her rage to let up now. She was hurting and she wanted everyone else to hurt with her.
“I wonder, would you say the same thing if it was your brother?” She sneered. “Would you just ignore him like you ignored her if I came back with his dust in my hands instead?!”
“DON’T” Sans growled as he pulled Frisk forward painfully. His eye sockets going dead black in anger at her nerve to dare to bring his brother into this.
“SANS? FRISK ? WHATS GOING ON?” Papyrus said as he confusedly excited his bedroom. “WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING?” Sans immediately dropped Frisks arm as he whorled around to face his brother.
“Paps your home.” He stated surprised, as he fumbled to find the right words to say to his brother. Papyrus glanced between Frisk and Sans with a look of concern very evident across his face. Frisk gaze fell hard to the floor under the weight of another round of guilt.
“It’s nothing Papyrus.” She grumbled as she pushed her way past him and headed to the bathroom before shutting and locking the door behind her.
Frisk let the water run over her heated body as she stood in the shower. She had the knob turned as far as it could go to the cold setting but despite the icy chill she still felt like she was boiling under her skin. She could hear the muffled conversation of the two brothers outside of the bathroom door as Sans tried to explain what had happened to Mittsy as delicately as possible to his brother. Papyrus wasn’t taking the news well as she heard him deny what Sans was trying so carefully to tell him before she heard him break into sobs. Frisk clamped her hands firmly over her ears in an attempt to drown out his cries.
She did not leave the bathroom until the apartment was quiet and was sure that the brothers had both gone to bed. When she came out, the living room was dark empty and silent save for the ticking clock on the wall. Frisk walked over and sat on the couch. She was exhausted but she didn’t feel like sleeping. She didn’t really feel like doing anything actually, so instead she just stared at the far wall until the sun began to rise.