Revenge
Ludo walked briskly down the street in the early evening. It had been only a day since his little experiment had proven to be quite successful, meaning that he should have still been in a good mood, only he wasn’t. Something was bothering him, a loose end that he had allowed to dangle annoyingly in front of his face. It was the girl from yesterday that weighed heavy on his mind, the one that he had allowed to live. Ludo’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took a drag from his cigarette before flicking the used up butt to the curb. He knew it was very improbable that she would squeal to anyone important, unless she had some sort of a death wish, and he was 99% sure that she was just a homeless nobody working for chump change. But see, there was his problem 99% didn’t mean for certain.
Ludo was a very cautious individual. He did not get where he was today by being sloppy. He always covered his tracks, and even if it was only one little street rat, he knew that if it went unchecked that rat could very well turn around and bite him. He had to be sure. There was also the matter of the Pansies new contact. He had been putting that little task on the back burner for a while now, and seeing as how everything else was falling into place so nicely, Ludo thought that now was as good a time as ever to figure out who the traitor was.
Ludo sneered as he reached his desired destination MTT Casino Royal and Hotel. Its faux marble exterior and gaudy oversized fountain were putting off his mood even more. The place was just as tacky as he had remembered. MTT Casino was one of the only establishments in Ebott that catered to both monster and human kind alike, and as much as Ludo disliked coming here he knew that it was the perfect place to get the information that he needed.
When he entered in to the building he wasn’t surprised to see that the joint was already jumping. Almost all of the card tables were filled and the roulette wheels were packed as happy laughter and drunken slurs echoed through the large gambling area. Ludo felt himself start to smile a bit from the merrymaking atmosphere. He always did appreciate the feel of a good party despite the bad decor. Before Ludo continued to the front desk the evening stage show caught his eye as a pretty little dame dressed in glitter and feathers stood in front of the red velvet curtains in the lounge area. She was singling a spicy jazz number while playing coy for the audience. Ludo raised an eyebrow in interest as he watched her sing, his wolfish smile growing larger at the sight. Maybe if he played his cards right he could get lucky in more ways than one after his business was settled.
“Sir, can I help you?” A blue perky bunny type monster in a red bell hop uniform inquired, snapping Ludo’s attention away from the show girl. Ludo’s grin faltered when he was confronted with the monster. He would have much rather continued to watch the entertainment, but he supposed it couldn’t be helped. He did have to play nice if he wanted to get the information out of the Casinos owner after all.
“Actually yes, you can help me.” Ludo replied, fixing the bell hop bunny with a fake cheery smile. “I need to speak with your boss.” The bunny monsters perky disposition faltered slightly at Ludos request.
“Im sorry sir, but Mr. Mettaton is a very busy man as-.” Ludo wagged a finger in front of the blue monsters face cutting him off .
“Oh I am absolutely sure your boss will want to see me.” He said his grin growing icy. "Just tell him Ludo came to pay him a visit, he’ll understand.” The blue bunny monster swallowed thickly in response.
“R-Right away sir.” He stammered as he turned tail to go and retrieve his boss. Ludo chuckled as he watched the bellhop scurry away. He then turned back to the performance grabbing an empty table. Now he could sit back and enjoy the show in peace as he waited.
A few moments later Mettaton strutted through the casino heading for the lounge area in his trade mark stark white tuxedo with hot pink lapels. He fiddled with his matching pink bow tie nervously as he prepared to meet with the Gambino’s under boss. He had to make a good impression, the Gambinos were a very powerful organization and their business could mean a lot of success for his Casino, if this surprised and unscheduled meeting went smoothly. Mettaton quickly made his way over to Ludo in the lounge area. He took a deep breath and put on his best confident face as he strutted forward to introduce his presence.
“Are you enjoying the show?” Mettaton asked in a sleek voice, as he took a seat at the empty lounge chair across from Ludo. Ludo snapped an eye over to the robots appearance, a thin smile on his face.
“I am entirely.” He replied. “That little canary you have is quite the show stopper.” Ludo said. Mettaton chuckled.
“Yes, she is quite popular. If you would like I could arrange a meeting for you after her performance.” Mettaton said raising a suggestive eyebrow.
“Well now, that would be grand.” Ludo said, his smile growing larger. “But that aside for now I did come here for reasons other than the entertainment.”
“Of course.” Mettaton said graciously. “What is it that I can do for you?” He asked.
“I’m currently in the market for some information.” Ludo began. “And I heard that you have all the talk when it comes to the monster gangs.” He said. Mettaton tensed slightly at Ludo’s request, but he didn’t let it show.
“That depends on what type of information you are looking for.” Mettaton replied coolly.
“ It has to do with the Pansies.” Ludo replied, noticing the Robots Fusia eye twitch slightly at the mentioning of the monster gangs name.
“What about the Pansies?” Mettaton asked, raising a glossy eyebrow.
“Well Ya see.” ludo continued. “I heard through the grape vine that they have hired a rather impressive contact as of late, and my boss is in need of a skilled negotiator so he wants to make her an offer.” He said. Mettaton grimaced visibly at the inquiry of Frisk, and Ludo tilted his head in interest at the robots intense reaction.
“I’m guessing by the face your making that my information is incorrect?” He asked. Mettaon nodded.
“I don’t mean to disappoint you, but you will probably have better luck with someone other than her.” Mettaton said with a sneer. Ludo furrowed his brow.
“I heard that she managed to pull off quite the sales pitch with Alico.” He continued to question. Mettaton’s grimace grew into a scowl.
“Honestly, these rumors of her accomplishments are blown way out of proportion.” He snipped. “She isn’t a great talent, she is just some dirty little street rat that the Pansies hired and dolled up to look like a prize.” Mettaton huffed. Ludo flinched slightly at his comment.
“Street rat you say?” He asked, maintaining his calm exterior.
“Yes, she is just a brat that they found in the gutter. I don’t know what Asgore was thinking when he hired her.” Mettaton continued.
“She really wouldn’t be worth your time, but I do have quite a long list of other contacts that I am sure will be much more suited to your needs.” Mettaton said happily. Ludo didn’t reply as he quickly stood up from the lounge chair, and proceeded to make his way through the crowded casino toward the exit.
Mettaton continued to sit shocked, now alone at the lounge table as he watched Ludo steadily walk away. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do at the moment but he felt an annoyed edge of anger start to take hold of him at the potential loss of an important client.
“Thomas!” He screeched as he snapped his metallic fingers impatiently. A minute later an orange tabby cat monster in a red bell hop uniform rounded the corner.
“Y-ya boss.” he stammered nervously as he noted Mettaton’s frustrated disposition. “get me a Mary Pickford, and make sure its strong!” Mettaton demanded.
“Yes boss, right away boss.” The tabby cat stuttered as he made his way to the bar to get Mettaton his drink.
Mettaton just sniffed agitatedly as he waited for his beverage. He decided he would take a little break from his work and watch the rest of the lounge show. One thing was certain however, Ludo would be sorely mistaken if he still thought that Mettaton was going to allow him to meet with any of his show girls after that rude display.
Ludo tore out of the casino in a silent panic which continued to build and build inside his chest as he walked through the dirty streets of the Under-City . The street rat, the one that he had let get away, she was the contact?! He knew he shouldn’t have left her unchecked. He should have killed her quick and easy then and there in the ally way. He felt his panic turn to rage at his mistake. He guessed it served him right for trying to be a nice guy.
“Damn it!” He screamed out loud as he kicked at a trash can. He was in trouble. She had seen everything. The weapon, its effect on monsters magic, she would tell them, the monsters were going to find out. He had to find her and silence her before anybody else found out about his mistake. If his boss found out about what had happened then he could very well lose his job over this, or maybe even loose more than that. More then what he could afford to pay.
Papyrus was the first one up as usual, however, he had gotten out of bed a lot later then what was normal for him, and when he exited his room he did not slam his door open firmly to greet the new day. He did not wear his typical chipper smile, or his customary happy go lucky attitude. Instead, he lightly pushed his door open, the only sound that it made was a small sad creak as he then walked plainly through the little hallway and rounded the corner to the kitchen.
“OH, GOOD MORNING FRISK. I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU WERE ALREADY AWAKE.” He said when he saw Frisk sitting on the couch. His voice was still loud but now it was lacking in its enthusiastic tone.
Frisk turned on the couch to greet him briefly. He flashed her, what she assumed was supposed to be a happy smile, but it looked like it was full of sadness instead. He also looked tired, which surprised Frisk. She didn’t think it was possible for Papyrus to be without his abundant energy, but apparently she was wrong. There were dark circles under his eye sockets and they were also rimmed with an orange residue. Frisk felt herself frown when she realized that he had been crying.
"SHALL I MAKE BREAKFAST ?" He asked as he moved toward the fridge.
“That’s ok Papyrus.” Frisk replied, a blank expression on her face. “I think I’m going to head to work early today.” She continued. Papyrus paused, a look of concern crossing over his features as he turned back to Frisk.
“OH…ALRIGHT THEN.” He said. Frisk then moved to the door, but before she opened it Papyrus called over to her.
“FRISK, WAIT A MOMENT.” He said suddenly. Frisk turned herself back toward him. Her hand still lingering on the door knob.
“I HAVE HEARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR DEAR MITTSY.” Papyrus began and Frisk flinched slightly at his words.
“I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IF YOU EVER WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, YOU HAVE FRIENDS HERE.” He continued.
“I’m fine Papyrus.” She said as she turned back toward the door. Papyrus was silent for a few moments after her brief response, before he pulled on another unhappy smile.
“OK, WELL HAVE A GOOD DAY TODAY!” He said, attempting to mimic his usual jovial character. Frisk gave him a curt nod in answer before she headed downstairs to get her next assignment from Grillby.
The next few days followed in a similar pattern. Frisk would leave without so much as saying a word to either brother early in the morning and go to work, before coming home late and locking herself in the bathroom until the brothers would decide to give up on trying to talk to her and go to bed. It annoyed Sans to no end. He hated seeing the disappointed look on his brother’s face when she would lock him out night after night. He had debated about just kicking the bathroom door down, dragging her out kicking and screaming and force her to apologize, but he knew that if he did it wouldn’t solve anything.
The truth was, he was also really worried about the kid. She was taking this hard, though she was trying her best not to show it. She wasn’t sleeping right and barley eating at all. She had lost weight which unnerved Sans as she was already so tiny. Her eyes had constant dark circles under them and Sans guessed that the naps that she would take on her days off or when she got home in the afternoons weren’t just excuses to avoid him and his brother. They were probably the only real sleep that she was actually getting. He hadn’t really talked to her since their last unpleasant conversation. At first it had been out of spite, but now he just didn’t know how to approach her. She would barley let him get two words out before she would leave to go to work or lock herself in the bathroom. This whole mess was becoming extremely frustrating.
It got worse when Sans received a package from Grillby at the bar. He was confused as he read the brief note attached to the parcel. Apparently, all of the members of the Pansies were being issued extra soul candies and protection for security purposes now that their magic was being threatened. When Sans opened the parcel he felt his shoulders slump as he saw that it held three pistols. He knew that it was a good thing that the monsters were being given means to protect themselves in case their magic failed, but he was not looking forward to giving the gun to his brother, or to Frisk for that matter. Papyrus had always been a pacifist at heart. He only used his magic if he needed to, and he only used it to stun his enemy. He never aimed to kill. The gun wouldn’t allow him to have that option anymore. It would be kill, or be killed only.
After a bit of convincing, Papyrus did eventually take the weapon much to Sans relief. He knew that his brother would probably never use it, but he had to admit that it did give him a bit of peace of mind that Papyrus had at least an option of extra protection in case he did become the Gambino’s next target.
When Sans presented the pistol to Frisk she didn’t even make a move to so much as touch it as her face contorted into a grimace at the mere sight of it. Sans almost felt happy at her reaction as this was the first time that she had shown an emotion in almost two days, but then he felt guilty as he realized the gun probably reminded her of how Mittsy was killed. He ended up leaving it on the bed side table next to the couch. He figured in the end it was her choice whether or not she wanted to use it.
She ignored it for the first little while, but Sans watched her, and found that she had begun to pay more, and more attention to the weapon over time, until he saw that she would be outright staring at it. He wondered if he should take it away. It seemed to be disturbing the kid an awful lot, but if he did that then he would also be taking away the option for her to protect herself. Sans decided to leave it alone.
It was later in the afternoon when a soft knock was heard on the apartment door. Sans raised an eyebrow, before looking over to his brother. Papyrus just returned the gesture with a shrug as he hadn’t invited anyone over that day. Frisk was over on the couch taking another one of her afternoon naps, however, Sans was pretty certain that she wasn’t actually sleeping. With a sigh he sauntered over to open the door revealing a timid, small yellow lizard monster with bug eyed spectacles, wearing a rumbled blouse and grey slacks underneath an oversized white lab coat. As soon as Sans saw who it was he relaxed immediately.
“Heya Al, long time no see.” He greeted her with a kind smile.
“Oh – h-hello Sans.” The yellow monster shakily replied. "I’m, um so sorry to intrude, I h- hope I am not inconveniencing you, but Asgore thought that in light of the circumstances I should pay a visit as soon as possible.” She stuttered. Sans raised a browbone.
“You mind being a little bit more specific Alphys?” He asked.
“Oh! Oh I’m sorry, of course. I’m um, here to talk to the human about the details of the device that she saw that, um … took Mittsy’s magic away.” She replied sheepishly. Sans nodded in understanding as he stepped out of the way and allowed Alphys to enter
“The kiddo’s just taking a nap on the couch.” Sans said as he glanced in Frisks direction.
“Should- should I just come back later then? I don’t want to intrude.” Alphys rambled as she took a hesitant step back toward the door.
“Its ok, I’m awake.” Frisk called as she sat up and turned her gaze over to the new face in the living room. Sans narrowed his eye sockets at her slightly. He knew that she had been faking.
“Oh, h- hello my name is doctor Alphys.” Alphys stammered with a nervous smile, as she extended a scaly hand out to Frisk .
“Frisk.” Frisk replied as she shook Alphys’ hand briefly.
“You’re a doctor?” Frisk asked as she eyed Alphys lab coat. Alphys blushed a bright pink.
“Well not a medical doctor, though I have studied the subject briefly. By doctor I mean that I have a PHD.” Alphys began. “But I suppose I should have introduced myself as a scientist, which is what I am. Well, at least to the Pansies. I haven’t really gotten much work elsewhere. A lot of the labs in Ebbot are under human management, and they don’t like to hire monsters much. Not that all humans are bad or anything but-.” Sans cleared his throat interrupting Alphys rambling. Her blushe seemed to deepen as she realized she was getting off topic.
“Oh, well um, I just have a few questions for you Frisk. if you don’t mind that is.” She said. Frisk shook her head.
“I don’t mind.” She replied.
“Ok, right then.” Alphys Said as she adjusted her spectacles. “The device, can you describe what it looked like in more detail?” She asked and Frisk nodded.
“It had a clear round base with a red liquid inside.” She began. Alphys furrowed her brow before producing a pad of paper and a pen. She then quickly started to take notes.
“It was surrounded by two strips of copper, and had a copper nozzle and a valve on the top.” Frisk said.
“Continue.” Alphys instructed. Not tearing her eyes away from her note paper.
“When it hit the ground, the red liquid inside sprayed out through the nozzle, only it turned into some sort of vapor.” Frisk said. “Mittsy breathed it in, and after that her magic stopped working.”
“That’s very interesting.” Alphys mumbled almost to herself as her eyes focused at her notes.
“Is there anything else you can tell me?” She suddenly asked, snapping her gaze to Frisk. “Any other details you noticed about the encounter?” Frisk scratched at her head as she replayed the events again in her mind.
“ … Actually there is something I forgot to mention before.” She said. Sans looked over curiously at her comment.
“When they were leaving, Ludo said something about the Gambino’s working with someone who had made the weapon for them.” Alphys also perked up at the new information.
“Did they say who it was? Did they mention a name?” She asked excitedly.
“No.” Frisk replied. “They didn’t mention any names, but they did call him doc.” Sans eye sockets widened slightly at this. So the Gambino’s had hired a scientist? That wasn’t good news.
“That -that’s s ok Frisk.” Alphys replied encouragingly.
“You gave me a lot of good information I can use in my investigation. I’m sure it will help me come up with a way to counter the effects of the Gambino’s weapon.” She said. Though Frisk could sense a lack of confidence behind her voice.
Frisk nodded in response, and waved briefly in farewell as the small yellow monster turned to leave. Sans followed behind her, hoping to get a quick word with the doctor before she left. When they both exited the apartment Sans spoke up.
“So, what you thinking Al?” He asked. Alphys flinched not realizing that sans was behind her.
“Oh! S -Sans! You scared me!” She said after whirling around finding out that it had been only him. Sans gave a light chuckle.
“Sorry there pal.” Sans said shooting her a placating smile. “I guess I just have that effect on people.” He joked.
“So what’s on your mind?” He continued. Alphys seemed to stiffen slightly before nervously fiddling with her glasses.
“I’m n- not sure.” She said and sans raised a brow bone.
“Come on pal, for old times’ sake? One coworker to another?” Alphys sighed reluctantly giving in to Sans request.
“Well I’m sure you already suspect that by Frisks description of the substance, and by the effect that it has on monster magic, that it consists of some formula containing determination." She said. Sans nodded in agreement. He had guessed as much.
“Though what bothers me is that determination is a substance that humans cannot extract as they cannot pull out souls like monsters can.” She continued. Sans felt his eye sockets dim. His suspicions confirmed.
“So in other words, a monster is working for the Gambino’s.” Sans finished and Alphys nodded.
“But Sans, I can only think of one Monster who has that much knowledge on determination.” She continued. Sans felt his shoulders stiffen as he already knew who Alphys was suspecting.
“You don’t think it’s actually him do you?” Alphys continued, a hint of excitement behind her voice. “For him to reappear again after he had disappeared so suddenly?”
“Alphys, Gaster has been suspected dead for years.” Sans replied bluntly, hoping to deter her away from this particular subject of conversation. Alphys didn’t seem to notice as her yellow tail started to twitch with enthusiasm.
“Ya, I know your right.” She said. “And doctor Gaster would never join a human gang. He has done so much for monster kind with figuring out how to infuse healing magic with food and also inventing the soul candies.” She exclaimed.
“Yup, good old doctor Gaster.” Sans replied, fighting hard against the urge to sneer at the monsters name.
Doctor W. D. Gaster had always upheld a good reputation when it came to the monster public. He had been seen as a savior when he had provided a way for monsters to effectively gain the power of a human soul without consequence. But Sans knew what that discovery had really cost, and also knew what the supposed good doctor was willing to sacrifice in order to succeed.
“Oh Sans, you were so lucky he took you on as an apprentice! I can’t imagine the things you probably learned under him. The experiments you got to witness!” Alphys continued to fawn .
“Heh, yep lucky me.” Sans replied. His tone was completely opposite from Alphys' as it lacked any form of enthusiasm what so ever.
“I guess I was just getting carried away again.” Alphy’s replied with a sheepish smile, not noticing Sans ill mood.
“It’s alright Al, it happens to the best of us.” Sans said with a shrug.
“But still, if the Gambino’s have hired a monster then Asgore must be informed right away.” She said her disposition growing nervous again.
“oh he isn’t going to like the news.” She continued, worry coating her words.
“I’ll tell him Alphys.” Sans said. “He might take it a little better coming from me.” Alphis let out a heavy sigh of relief.
“Thank you Sans; I really appreciate it.” She replied offering him a grateful smile.
“Heh, no bones about it pal.” Sans replied with a wink. “But uh, It’s probably not a good idea to be spreading this info around. Folks are already scared, the last thing we need is everyone being suspicious of their own kind." Alphy’s hummed in agreement.
“Yes, you are probably right. Something like this could cause a real panic among the members of the Pansies.” She said as she pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her snout.
“ Alright Sans you have my word as a scientist I won’t tell a single soul.” She said holding her hand up as if she were reciting the scouts honor oath. Sans held back a snicker.
“Thanks Al.” He replied before waving to her briefly in farewell. He watched her disappear down the stairs before he turned back to the apartment.
He looked back over to the couch when he entered the room again. The kid had gone back to pretending to be asleep. Sans felt his grin falter in annoyance. This little charade of hers had been going on for quite long enough.
“Hey kid.” Sans said as he walked over to the couch. She didn’t respond at all as she continued to lay still with her eyes closed. Sans narrowed his sockets.
“Kid, I know you aren’t sleeping.” He continued, but still she ignored him, not giving up her position on the couch.
“…Kid scootch over or I’ll sit on your feet.” Sans said. Frisk frowned lightly at this as she pulled her knees up to her chest, making room for Sans beside her. Though she still didn’t make any motion to sit up and kept her eyes firmly shut. Sans rolled his sockets as he sat on the now empty couch cushion.
“Look I know your upset, we all are, but giving us the cold shoulder isn’t going to change anything.” Sans began. Frisk's frown deepened at his comment. Sans sighed.
“Why don’t you help me plan the events of her funeral? You know, Help me give her a proper send off?” Sans continued, his voice softer than before. Frisk flinched at his words before she hastily got up off the couch and made her way toward the door.
“Hey, where are you going?” Sans called after her.
“For a walk.” Frisk replied. Not even bothering to look back as she exited the apartment and marched down the stairs. Sans slumped back in to the couch, before raking his fingertips across his face.
Whelp, that had definitely gone a lot worse then what he wanted. He let out a loud huff of frustration. Why was she being so stubborn? She was driving him absolutely crazy acting like this, like a little brat. Sans gritted his teeth. Maybe he should just give up and leave her alone. If she wanted to push everyone out then who was he to stop her?
His bitter feelings were quickly overcome by his worry however as he began to calm down. He looked back toward the door. She probably wouldn’t come back till late when she was sure him and his brother were asleep. His gaze fell to the bedside table were the gun still sat right where he had left it for her. She still hadn’t touched it. He wished she would bring it with her. It made him anxious when she was out at night by herself without at least some way to protect herself. Sans then got up from the couch and headed to his room. He was exhausted, mentally and emotionally drained. He needed a nap. He would make sure to set an alarm for late in the night so he could check on the kid, and make sure she had made it home alright, that is if he even managed to fall asleep in the first place.
Frisk kept her eyes faced forward and her head held up high as she strutted through the bar. She ignored the narrowed eyes and the hate filled glares that followed after her as she made her way to the exit. She didn’t care. The other monsters could think of her however they wished. In the end it wouldn’t matter anyway she was leaving at the end of the month and was never coming back.
She walked with no real purpose or destination in mind through the streets of Ebott, before she decided to take to the roof tops. She sat on the edge of an apartment complex as she watched the sun begin to set. This used to be one of her favorite things to do, watch the people gradually relax in the streets as they made their way home after a long day, while the city was bathed in a brilliant orange glow. But now, the sight felt empty. She felt nothing as she watched the sun disappear behind the horizon. She continued to feel nothing when the sky got darker and as the stars started to peek through the blue sky, their dimly shining light growing brighter and brighter with each passing moment.
After a long while of just sitting Frisk decided it was time to head home. When she got back to the brothers apartment she was relieved to see that it was dark and quite. They were asleep. She rubbed at her tense shoulders as she made her way to the couch. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she passed it. Three AM, another very late night. With a huff she began to bundle herself under the wooly blanket, not bothering to change into her night shirt. She was so tired; she hadn’t had a decent nights rest in days. She hoped that now with her body being completely drained of energy, her mind would finally leave her alone and let her have a deep and dreamless sleep.
“Please, just let me have one night.” She silently begged to herself as she closed her eyes and drifted off.
Frisk sat alone in the dark space. For once she was actually comforted by the absolute nothingness that surrounded her. She had just began to relax closing her eyes allowing the darkness to completely envelope her. She would stay like this till morning. She wouldn’t move or try to fight it away. She was just to grateful that her frazzled mind would finally be getting a rest from her torturing thoughts. As she closed her eyes again and allowed herself to settle, she heard something almost silently whisper next to her ear.
“Im sorry.” Was all she heard. It was Mittsy’s voice.
Frisks eyes snapped wide open. Now she found that she was standing in the ally way, Mittsy only a few feet away from her.
“No, no, no!” Frisk cried desperately as she tried to reach out to her friend but the darkness still clung to her, its sticky black ooze pinning her to the spot. Mittsy just smiled at her as she turned and began walking away. Frisk continued to call out for her but Mittsy didn’t look back. This memory was all too familiar to Frisks as Mittsy’s form began to falter and shift until Frisk saw her mother now walking in the place of Mittsy. The tall white regal monster also still had her back turned to Frisk as she continued to move further and further away. Frisk was about to call out once more before a loud crack echoed through the air. It was a gun shot.
Frisk snapped her wild eyes to the direction the sound had come from only to see Ludo, his terrifying smile stretched unnaturally large across his face as his icy eyes taunted Frisk. He was laughing, laughing at her. Frisk turned her gaze frantically back to her mother, but now Mittsy’s form was back in her place again, bent over and clutching at her chest. Frisk managed to get one of her arms free from the darkness as she reached for Mittsy. She was so close now. She almost had Mittsy’s shoulder within her grasp, but before Frisk could so much as touch her Mittsy disappeared leaving behind a small pile of grey dust surrounded by her suit jacket. Frisk stared wide eyed at the dust before she blinked, and then everything disappeared leaving Frisk completely alone in the darkness once again. She screamed.
Frisk bolted up from the couch drenched in sweat clutching desperately at her hammering heart. Before she had even managed to get her breathing back under control, she glanced at the clock. It was now five in the morning. Frisk grated her teeth as a spark of anger ran white hot through her core. She raked her fingers through her hair before digging them into her scalp desperately.
All she had wanted was one night, just one dreamless night. Was that really too much to ask? Frisk then angrily threw the blanket off of herself as she sat up on the couch. She was so tired of this, tired of sitting here and doing nothing. She hated this. She hated feeling so utterly useless. She couldn’t take it anymore. Then Frisks gaze fell over to the gun on the bedside table. Her breath began to calm as she looked at the weapon. Its cold metal reflecting the light of the moon coming in through the brothers apartment window. Maybe she didn’t have to be useless anymore. If the monsters weren’t going to do anything about Mittsy’s death then maybe she could do something about it on her own. Frisk hesitantly moved over to the other end of the couch before gingerly picking up the pistol. Frisk had never used a gun before, but she did know how they worked. She tested her grip on the weapon it weighed heavy in her hands.
Frisk was about to disregard the thought and put the pistol back down when the image of Ludo and his smiling face flashed quickly in front of her mind’s eye once again. Frisks anger intensified as she tightened her grip on the weapon. That was it, her mind was made up. She was going to find Ludo and make him pay for what he had done. Frisk then quickly got up from the couch before heading toward the door of the apartment to begin her search. She knew a fair number of the Gambino’s favorite hang outs as it was important for her to be able to avoid them at any cost when she was working by herself on the streets. She would have never of guessed back then that she was now willingly going to stake out those locations, looking for the Gambino’s own underboss, but she supposed that was just how life worked, her life anyway.
Sans woke up the next morning, groggy and unrested. He grumbled a muffled complaint into his pillow before he finally managed to peel himself out of his bed. He could already here his brother making breakfast in the kitchen. With one more sigh Sans straightened up, cracked his bones, and headed out of his bedroom door to greet the new day.
“Morning Paps.” He yawned as he exited the room.
“MORNING BROTHER.” Papyrus replied as he set two plates on the table for Sans and himself. Sans then glanced over at the couch. He was surprised to see that the kid was gone. That was a little unusual. Though Frisk was still acting very distant with the two brothers, she had always at least greeted them both in the morning before she would leave for work. Sans furrowed his brow. He had heard her come home last night. He had even made a point to check on her finding her sleeping on the couch. He shrugged to himself, figuring that perhaps she had decided not to even bother with her normal polite ‘good morning’ after Sans had tried to talk with her last night.
He scowled slightly to himself at the thought before continuing to make his way over to the breakfast table. However, before he took another step something else caught his eye, or rather a lack there of something else. He quickly did a double take as he looked back to the bed side table by the couch. The pistol wasn’t there. Sans then rushed over to the table and proceeded to rip out the draws, digging feverishly through Frisks clothes looking for the missing weapon.
“Maybe she had just gotten sick of seeing it and hid it away.” He thought, hoping desperately as he searched. But his desperate hope turned to solid dread as he came up empty handed.
“Papyrus ?” Sans asked trying his best to hide his panic. “You didn’t see the kid this morning did you?” Papyrus let out a sad sigh at the question.
“NO UNFORTUNATELY, SHE LEFT EARLIER THE USUAL THIS MORNING.” He replied. Sans then shot up from the living room floor and scrambled to his room, rummaging through his drawers and the piles that littered his bedroom for his clothes.
“I'M WORRIED ABOUT HER SANS.” Papyrus continued, oblivious to his brother’s manic struggle as he continued to stir a pot of noodles on the stove top.
“I'VE TRIED TALKING TO HER BUT SHE JUST KEEPS PUSHING AWAY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE.” he said as sans ripped of his t shirt and quickly threw on his button up before frantically tugging on his trousers. He didn’t even bother with his vest and tie as he jammed his feet into his shoes before he grabbed his worn out trench coat.
“BROTHER, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?” Papyrus huffed as he turned around when Sans hadn’t responded to him. He was then surprised to see Sans haphazardly dressed racing to the door.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Papyrus called in confusion.
“Sorry bro,” Sans responded with a half-baked smile. “Something real important came up and I gotta run.” Papyrus fixed him with an unconvinced look.
“WHAT ABOUT BREAKFAST?” He asked motioning to the spaghetti that he had just finished making.
“Save me some.” Sans replied as he opened the door. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He called as he rushed down the stairs. Papyrus just rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics. Sans had probably slept in again and was late for work. Honestly what was he going to do with that lazy bone?
Sans tore through the bar, not stopping to greet or chat with any of the other patrons as they smiled or attempted to wave him over. Dread was already sitting heavy in his soul as he thought back to all the times that he had caught Frisk looking at the gun. He had thought that her expression had been out of pure disgust for the weapon, but as he reflected on his memory, he realized that her intense interest in the pistol wasn’t one of distaste but one of contemplation. She was debating whether or not she should use it, and now the kid was gone and so was the gun.