Jelly skelly
Undyne strutted up to the boss’s office. She grunted as she rubbed at her temple. Her head was still pounding from the indulgences she had partaken in the night before. She winced slightly at the consistent throbbing. Maybe she should have taken it a little easier on herself especially since now she was sporting the mother of all hangovers on a work day. She immediately furrowed her brows at the thought. No, last night was a tribute to a close friend. She had to make sure to drink enough for both of them since Mittsy couldn’t be there to drink for herself. A small smile spread across Undyne’s face as she replayed the previous night’s events. It had been a good sendoff, she was sure that the mouse monster would have had appreciated it.
When she got to the office door, she rapped her knuckles fiercely on the wood like she always did to announce her presence, before she waltzed into the room. Asgore sat at his desk, and if Undyne thought that she felt rough from last night’s celebrations Asgore looked to be feeling about a hundred times worse off. His eyes were red and puffy and his mane like beard was tangled into a matted mess. He slumped over his stack of paper work, barely raising his head to acknowledge Undynes arrival. Undyne bit back her chuckle at her boss’s misery as she briskly cleared her throat. He was more of a light weight then she thought.
“Hey there boss how are you feeling?” Undyne greeted with a sideways grin. Asgore grunted slightly in response before leaning back in his armchair and placing a hand across his forehead to try and quell the thrashing pain throbbing under his skull.
“Howdy Undyne. I have to say I have most certainly seen better days.” He replied. Undyne snickered before sauntering up to the desk.
“Well, it must be some pretty important business you have for me for you to not take a day off after last night.” She said as she sat on the edge of the desk top.
“How very perceptive of you.” Asgore replied as he continued to rub his temples. “I have called you here to tell you that the intercepting operation involving the Hollywood Troop is very much a go. The info that Frisk brought us back with the echo flower confirms the details of the trade’s time and location with the Cartella’s. I want you and your underlings to be prepared to head out to commandeer there stolen product before they can move it.” He said. Undyne’s grin grew into a terrific toothy smile.
“Finally, some action, that’s what I’m talking about!” She exclaimed excitedly as she clenched an enthusiastic fist at her side. “You can count on us boss! Those Hollywood twerps won’t even see us coming.” She said as she hoped of the desk to head to the door and spread the word to her comrades.
“Hold on Undyne.” Asgore called before she could get too far away. “In light of the circumstances involving the Gambino’s new weapon and the fact that we still haven’t come up with a counter measure, I want you to take some extra precaution along with you.” He stated. Undyne raised a confused eyebrow at him.
“But boss, were going up against the Hollywood Troop not the Gambino’s. We don’t got to worry about the weapon.” she said. Asgore furrowed his brow at her.
“Though that may be true we have already lost one very important member of the Pansies and we cannot afford to lose anymore.” He said firmly. “I want you to take all necessary and unnecessary precautions. The streets of Ebott have already become so much more dangerous for our kind.”
Undyne’s gaze softened at the mentioning of Mittsy’s death. She remembered that the mouse monster hadn’t even been in a risky situation when she was picked off. She had simply been walking home when she was attacked.
“Alright.” She replied. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want you to take Papyrus along with you.” Asgore said flatly. Undynes yellow eye widened before it snapped to Asgore in disbelief.
“Boss I cant –.”
“I understand your concerns Undyne, belive me I have them as well, and I by no means ask that you place him in a risky situation or have him play a role in the attack.” Asgore said, cutting Undyne off before she could argue with him.
“That boy has a rare talent for healing and, if he so agrees, I want you to keep him nearby incase anything happens so he can assist the injured from a safe location.” Asgore continued. “Surely you can see that as a reasonable request.”
Undyne bit her lip. She understood where the boss was coming from, she really did, but she didn’t like the idea of putting Papyrus at risk. The dweeb was too kind in nature. Sure he could fight and hold his own in a duel, but she knew that he could never kill. He’d be dusted before he would defend himself to that extreme. She clenched her teeth in reluctance before nodding to her boss in agreement.
“I’ll ask him, but I can guarantee you that Sans isn’t going to be very happy about this.” She said. Asgore huffed in response.
“No, I believe he will be quite angry with me, but like Sans, Papyrus is an individual member of the Pansies who is free to make his own choices. I will merely extend the invitation.” He replied.
“I’ll get the rest of my troop ready.” Undyne said as she turned to exit the room.
As she headed down the stairwell her mood became even more sullied then it had been when she had first arrived. Now she was not only feeling sore from her hangover but also absolutely reached about having to recruit her friend along for a potentially dangerous mission. Though, Papyrus would probably be actually rather excited about it, the big dork. Undyne let out a dry chuckle as she imagined his goofy excited face when she gave him the news.
“Well, better get this over with quickly.” She said to herself as she made her way out of the warehouse.
Sans groggy eyes opened to the sound of his brother in the kitchen. H winced as the clanging of pots and pans penetrated his ear cavities, not helping to quell the slight headache that he had awoken to. Sans grumbled as he pulled the covers over his head in an attempt to muffle the sounds of his brother and to try to grab a few more precious moments of sleep.
Last night had definitely not been a restful one as Sans brain had decided to keep him awake for most of it. His mind had, instead of sleeping, decided to spend its time obsessing and over analyzing every little detail of the quite frankly stupid mess he had almost gotten himself into with his new underling. Sans cringed at the memory before he threw the covers off of his face and reluctantly pulled himself out of bed. He lazily shoved his feet in to his worn out pink fuzzy slippers as he put on his trademark grin before heading out to get a mug of instant coffee. He really needed something to help wake him up and slug his way through the day.
When he exited the small hallway into the living room he couldn’t help but chance a look the couch were Frisk was sleeping, though to his slight surprise he didn’t see her. Instead there was just a tight ball of blankets all curled up in the corner of one of the cushions. Sans smile turned mischievous as he moseyed over to the bundle before poking it with one of his bony fingers.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” He chirped, his smug grin growing when Frisk grumbled from beneath her protective shield of softness, only moving to bring the blankets tighter around herself. Sans chuckled. Yup, just as he thought, the kid had one nasty hangover.
“SANS DON’T BOTHER. IVE BEEN TRYING TO WAKE HER FOR THE PAST TWENTY MINUTES. SHE WONT COME OUT.” Papyrus called as he continued to prepare breakfast.
“That sounds about right to me.” Sans said as he made his way over to the kitchen, before rummaging around in the cupboards. Papyrus narrowed his eyes at his brother.
“SANS, HOW LATE DID YOU TWO STAY UP? I THOUGHT THAT I MADE IT VERY CLEAR THAT FRISK FRISK STILL NEEDS HER REST. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LOOK AFTER HER.” He scolded.
“Well the kids resting fine now bro. Hey, do we still have any of that sea tea left?” Sans asked as his search turned up empty. Papyrus sighed and rolled his eyes as he grabbed a box from the top shelf.
“SANS I THINK YOU ARE BECOMING A BAD INFLUENCE ON HER.” He said as he went back to warming up some left over pasta.
Sans turned the kettle on and placed one of the sea tea bags into a mug. He also added a little honey since he knew that Frisk had a bit of a sweet tooth as well as a spoonful of healing powder to help with her wounds and her headache. Though sea tea wasn’t exactly the most palatable beverage it worked wonders on hangovers as sans had discovered from his own personal experience. Sans then headed back over to the lump on the couch with the hot mug at hand. He then rapped his knuckles on a mound under the blankets that he was sure to be Frisks head.
“Knock knock.” He sang. Frisk turned away from under the covers, pointedly ignoring him.
“Awe, come on pal throw me a bone here.” He continued. Frisk huffed hearing the mirth in his tone, before she reluctantly answered him, knowing that he would continue to overwhelm her with puns if she didn’t.
“Who’s there?” She asked flatly.
“Major” he replied with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Major who?” she asked.
“Major Headache.” Sans answered with a laugh. “But lucky for you I got you a cure.” He said motioning to the mug in his hands. Frisk stirred from beneath the covers before one of her arms appeared out from under them, reaching forward for the mug. Sans pulled it away before she could grasp the handle.
“Not so fast there pal. If you want it, you’ll have to come out of that cocoon of yours to get it.” He said.
Frisk shifted again from under the covers as she poked her head out, fixing him with annoyed narrowed eyes. Sans bit back his laugh when he saw her bed head. Her hair was a complete mess sticking out in all different directions. He guessed that the kid didn’t exactly have much of a restful evening either.
“There we go almost out just a little further.” Sans teased as he held the mug just out of Frisks reach.
Frisk groaned as she managed to sit up. Her ribs ached something awful as they had become stiff in her sleep. On top of that her head was pounding while her dry mouth tasted like she had swallowed a pile of sand. All she wanted was a drink of something to wet her parched throat. Sans seemed to notice her discomfort and decided to show her some mercy as he passed the mug into her hands.
“Here, this will make you feel better.” He said as Frisk quickly accepted the tea.
She wrinkled her nose in a grimace when she took the first sip. It was so bitter and salty like what she imagined over boiled seaweed would taste like.
“Sorry about the taste.” Sans said when he saw her sour expression. “But it really does work wonders.”
Frisk pinched her nose deciding to take Sans word for it as she took a large drink of the warm beverage. She choked back her gag but surprisingly found that her mind did indeed begin to clear. Sans smiled as she sighed in relief. He was glad to see that some of her pain had ebbed.
Then there was a knock on the door. Sans cocked his head, not sure who would be visiting this early in the day, but he shrugged to himself as he left Frisk to finish her drink as he went to answer it. As soon as he opened the door a bright colorful bouquet of flowers was shoved firmly into his face.
“On behalf of Mettaton and the entirety of MTT casino royal, we hope that you except this token of our sympathy for your loss as well as our apology for all of the hardships that we have caused you.” A bored and monotonous voice drawled from behind the flowers.
Sans took a step back as he blinked the pollen out of his eye sockets to see a very tired looking orange tabby monster in a red bell hop uniform holding the bouquet, clearly not really observing who he was talking to as he recited the obviously prepared and practiced bull shit condolence speech. Sans raised an unimpressed browbone as he recognized the monster as one of Mettatons goons.
“Heh, sorry pal I’m flattered and all but I really don’t think you’re my type.” Sans said.
The tabby cat immediately snapped his previously inattentive gaze to the skeleton monster before quickly retracting the offered bouquet.
“Uh no! sorry! I was told that a Ms. Frisk lived here?” He stammered once he realized his mistake.
“And what does one of Mettaton’s boys want with Frisk?” Sans asked, raising an eyebrow at the cat monster.
“ I-I was sent on his behalf to offer his apologies.” The tabby stuttered.
“Sans? Is someone asking for me?” Frisk called.
The cat monster turned his gaze when he heard her voice to spot Frisk sitting on the couch. His cheeks turned a slight pink when he noticed the girl was still in her night ware, her hair in disarray, with her blankets pooled around her. She seemed to stare back at him as if she was oblivious to the fact that she was in less than decent attire.
Sans narrowed his eye sockets at the tabby’s blush before he pointedly stepped in the way of his line of sight, blocking his view of the girl on the couch.
“Oh gee, how thoughtful.” Sans said in a dry tone, gaining back the cat monsters attention as he snatched the bouquet from the tabby’s hands.
“I’ll be sure that Frisk gets these, as well as the hunk of scrap metals regards. Thanks a bunch pal.” sans continued as he swiftly shut the door in the orange tabby monsters face.
“What are those for?” Frisk asked as she curiously approached the bright bundle of flowers in sans hands. \
Sans stiffened as he watched Frisk quizzically study the bouquet. Well, he supposed it would just be a waste to throw them away and besides they were Frisks so he knew he really should give them to her even if the flowers were from that useless bolt for brains. Sans knew what Mettaton was playing at. He had heard that after Asgore had found out about his little stunt he had blacklisted him as a client until further notice. Sans sighed reluctantly before holding them out for Frisk to take.
“They’re from Mettaton for you.” Sans said. “He’s probably trying to buy your forgiveness for attacking you in the bar since your now an official member of the Pansies.” He explained. “He’s still trying to get on Asgore’s good side after that fiasco of a deal he tried to make with the Gambinos.”
Frisk took the bouquet in her hands tentatively, her eyes lighting up at the bountiful display. Sans watched surprised as a small smile made its way on to her face. She then practically skipped her way into the kitchen before asking Papyrus for a vase to put her new treasure in.
For the rest of the morning Sans watched as the kid admired the flowers. She had even decided to eat her breakfast on the couch as she arranged the blossoms on her bedside table in the vase that Papyrus had given to her. Sans noticed that his mood began to sully as Frisk continued to fuss happily with the blossoms.
“THEY REALLY ARE QUITE LOVELY FRISK.” Papyrus chimed, complimenting the beautiful array of blooms. Sans strummed his fingers over the table top in slight annoyance.
“Thanks Papyrus, I think so too.” Frisk beamed.
“If I were you I’d throw those weeds back in that tin cans face.” Sans spat forgetting to bite his tongue. “You do realize he’s only apologizing to you because he’s trying to save face with Asgore.”
“Of course.” Frisk replied completely unfazed by Sans words. “But at least he’s making an effort, and now I know he won’t be giving me any more trouble so I can let bygones be bygones.” She said.
Sans huffed inwardly at her response, not at all happy with it. It really drove him crazy sometimes how easily she would forgive and forget. That robot had broken her nose and attempted to get her kicked out of the Pansies the last time they had met, not to mention it was all his fault that Frisk had been found out by the Gambinos in the first place and nearly beaten to death.
“Besides, no one’s ever given me flowers before.” Frisk continued. “They’re so pretty and It would be a shame to taint them with bad feelings.” She said as she smiled fondly at the bouquet.
At that comment sans felt his anger begin to deflate a bit. He often forgot that Frisk had come from a rather unfortunate past and had missed out on a lot of things that normal girls her age got to experience. For a brief moment he found himself wondering what else she had missed out on besides just flowers. He wondered if she had ever gotten to go out for a night on the town, or if she had ever been dancing? But, with how she had explained her past to him, surviving on the streets took precedent over all the nonessential things that young girls like her did for fun. Sans doubted that Frisk had ever even been taken out on a proper date before.
He sighed to himself as he continued to watch her fuss over her flowers. Fine, if she wanted to let the robot off the hook that easy then it wasn’t like he could really do much to make her change her mind. Besides, Sans new that Frisk was pretty lousy at holding grudges, so he supposed that he would just have to hold her grudges for her.
When Frisk was finished with her breakfast she dropped her dishes into the sink before going to get changed. She waved goodbye to the brothers as she headed out the door to pick up her latest assignment from Grilby at the bar. The task assigned to her in the telegram was a very simple one just another drop job, but Frisk couldn’t help but feel excited none the less as it was her first mission as an official member of the Pansies. She grinned to herself happily as she sprung over the rooftops to the described location.
After her work was done Frisk decided to take the afternoon for herself as it had been awhile since she had enjoyed any time alone. She ate an apple as she sat on a rooftop overlooking the market square she smiled as she watched all the people move about their daily business below. Frisk took in a deep breath as she relaxed leaning back to look at the clouds. She hadn’t felt so at ease in such a long time it was like a heavy weight was finally lifted off of her shoulders. She was happy.
As it started to get later and the afternoon turned to early evening Frisk decided to make her way back. She wondered if Papyrus was finished with his work yet, maybe she could help him with dinner. It had been a while since the she had spent some quality time with the taller brother. She also wondered if Sans was home. It seemed that her and the shorter brother were actually becoming closer as of late. Frisk smiled slightly as she remembered the events from last night. It had been fun goofing off with him and shooting puns at one another on the couch after the party. When she had first met him, she never would have guessed that they would ever be anything akin to friends especially since he was good at keeping his distance with either a wall of jokes or underhanded intimidating threats when his brother wasn’t looking, but she had actually enjoyed getting to know him over time and to her surprise found that he even had a gentle streak hidden behind that lazy smile.
She found herself blushing lightly as she also remembered the somewhat bold move she had pulled with sans on the couch. She hoped that she didn’t put him off, or make him uncomfortable. He had seemed to accept her gesture of appreciation however, as she remembered that he had smiled at her and ruffled her hair in response. She really only wanted to thank him for all he had done for her and in that moment a peck on the cheek was the best thing that her drunken mind could come up with to express her gratitude. She knew she would have to think of a better way to thank him in the future. Maybe she could get him a really nice brand name bottle of ketchup? Or treat him and Papyrus out to a movie? Frisk sighed to herself, no matter what she thought of it never seemed like quite enough.
When it came down to it Frisk knew that she owed both the brothers a hell of a lot. Papyrus had welcomed her with open arms, accepting her as a stranger even before he had gotten the chance to know her, and sans had saved her life on more than one account. She hoped that one day she would be able to repay both of them for everything that they had done for her. She smiled to herself as she stretched out her limbs preparing to take the rooftops back to the apartment. back to home.
When she did make it in to the apartment she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed to find that she was the first one back. Papyrus and sans were still out completing their jobs for the day. She sighed heavily as she flopped on the couch looking up at the clock. it was getting close to six, usually the brothers were good at trying to make it home so that they could eat dinner together. It was a contented habit that Frisk had gotten used to while staying with them. When she was on her own she would just eat whenever she was hungry, not really paying any mind to a particular schedule. She actually found that she had grown attached to the meals that she shared with the brothers. It was comfortably domestic, like they were their own little family.
Frisk strummed her fingers on the armrest of the sofa before she decided she would pass the time by tidying the place up a bit. She reorganized the book shelves, dusted the living room furniture and cleaned out the fridge, tossing any of Papyrus leftover spaghetti that she was sure could no longer be edible. When she looked back at the clock she frowned. It was now only half past. Frisk sighed as she went to stare out the window, maybe she could see them coming from the street. She watched until the sun set before she slumped down and lay on the floor dejectedly. She could hear the laughter and merry making coming from downstairs as the evening crowed had now arrived at Grillbys.
Frisk hummed as she pressed her ear to the floorboards. it sounded like they were having fun downstairs. Frisk sat up and hesitantly stuck her head out of the apartment door. Singing joking and music wafted up from the stairwell. She took a few tentative paces down the hall before peering around the corner from the top of the steps to the bar below. It looked so inviting. The air was full of laughter and music as one of the patrons had pulled out his fiddle, stringing up a jaunty tune. A few other monsters had started a dance circle to his music. They swung and dipped as they danced laughing and hollering all the while.
Frisk found that her own foot began to tap along to the rhythm as she watched from the shadowed staircase. She badly wanted to join in with the fun, but she hadn’t ever really been in the bar without the company of the skeleton brothers before. She wasn’t sure if her presence without them would disrupt the happy atmosphere. Frisk then furrowed her brows at that thought. No, she was an official member of the Pansies now, and human or not she had just as much right to let loose as any of the other monster member. Besides, it was about time that she got to know her fellow coworkers they were her comrades in crime after all. Frisk took a deep breath as she willed up her nerve before stepping out of the shadows and into the warm orange light of the bar.
Sans made his way up the rickety stairs of a very poorly maintained apartment complex. He winced slightly at the creaking floorboards under his feet. His hands instinctively tightened their grip on the stair rail for fear of falling through the rotten steps. He grimaced as he let his pinpricks take in his surroundings. Peeling wall paper, moldy base boards and water damaged ceilings seemed to make up most of the decor of the building. He was even pretty sure he saw a rather large cockroach scurry just out of sight from out of the corner of his eye socket. Sans shuddered. How Alphys managed to actually live here was well beyond him, but he supposed that the rent must be pretty cheap in a place as run down as this. When he got to her apartment, he knocked on the door with a firm knuckle. Barely a second passed before the door was wrenched open revealing a very excited Alphys in the entrance way.
“Oh good sans you’re here!” She exclaimed as she practically pulled him in to her musty and overcrowded living space.
“Heh, uh ya sorry im a little late-.”
“That’s fine, you’re here now so that’s all that matters.” Alphys replied cutting him off as she led him through the maze of disassembled machinery and unorganized work notes that made up her living room.
Sans looked over to the kitchenette which was now converted into a makeshift chemistry lab as something in a beaker was left simmering on a stove top while the counters were completely filled with vials of other substances of similar calibers. Sans didn’t even want to guess what she had stored inside her fridge.
“Nice place you got here.” He said as he followed her into what he guessed was supposed to be the bedroom, but seeing as how her bed was completely buried in science journals and articles he was pretty sure she didn’t really use it for sleeping. The only space that was actually cleared of any science related materials was her desk which was instead covered in Chinese takeout containers and dirty dishes.
Now sans wasn’t really one to talk as his own room was also in a similar poorly maintained condition but how the heck Alphys actually managed to get anything done in this mess was well beyond him. Sans then went over to the bed to pick up one of the journals that Alphys had apparently been studying when his hand was quickly batted away.
“Oh I’m sorry!” Alphys stammered. “I didn’t mean to hit you but please don’t touch those I have a system. Sans nodded in understanding as he glanced back to the chaos of books and papers spread haphazardly over the mattress. What system it was exactly that she was referring to, he wasn’t sure.
“Over here, these are the notes that I need your help with.” Alphys said as she hurried over to her desk before retrieving a worn and damaged looking black book. Sans raised an eyebrow.
“They’re pretty cryptic but I’m sure that they will be useful resource material for combating the soul smoker. If we’re lucky they might actually even hold the answer!” She explained excitedly as she held the book out for Sans to take. He eyed the book in her outstretched hand before reaching out for it.
“Jeez, must be some pretty important material.” He said as he flipped the cover open.
“I still don’t really get why you need me though-.” Sans words died before they could get passed his teeth as his eye sockets glanced down at the all too familiar sickening symbols scrawled neatly over the pages of the note book. His fingers tightened on the cover as his sockets darkened.
“Alphys, where exactly did you find this?” He asked her being sure to keep a very calm and even tone.
“Oh uh, after the fire in the lab I went back to see if any of Gasters personal research had survived.” She answered sheepishly as she fidgeted with her spectacles.
“I know we weren’t really supposed to because it was a crime scene and all, but I couldn’t just sit and let what little knowledge was left be left to the elements and destroyed.” she explained. “sadly this book was all I found that was worth salvaging the rest burned to ash.”
“Good.” sans replied as he snapped the book shut.
“H- hey wait where are you going?” Aplphys stammered as Sans walked past her toward the door. “Arn’t you going to help me break the code?”
“No.” sans answered. “This isn’t something that you should have ever gotten your hands on Alphys, it should have been destroyed with the rest.” He said not slowing his pace in the slightest as he continued forward.
“What? What are you talking about?” Alphys exclaimed as she managed to scurry her way in front of sans placing her body in front of the door.
“This may be the only way to find the answer to the soul smoker! Doctor Gaster was an expert when it came to human determination! I’m sure if the solution is anywhere it will be in those notes!”
“No Alphys.” Sans stated sternly. “Trust me nothing good can ever come out of his work, nothing!” Alphys sat in stunned confusion.
“But- but how can you say that! His work has already given us so many good things, like the soul candies, and healing agents!” She argued. “look I’ve already managed to decode the first few pages and it looks like he was conducting an experiment situated around human souls and determination! This could be our only chance!”
“NO ALPHYS!” Sans reverberating voice immediately silenced Alphys as she flinched back away from him. Sans winced immediately regretting shouting at her. She was one of his oldest friends and he knew that she didn’t do well with stress.
“I’m sorry but … those so called ‘good things that his work gave to us monsters, you really have no idea what they really coasted. I just can’t let you open up this can of worms.” He said.
“I - I don’t understand.” Alphys said, her voice week and wobbly. Sans sighed.
“I know, but trust me on this Al. You really don’t want to know what he has written down in here, it will only keep you up at night.” Sans then placed a hand on Alphy’s shoulder and gently moved her aside.
“I’m gonna have to take this with me, Asgore’s orders.” Sans continued.
Alphy’s snapped her eyes back to him. Though she still couldn’t bring herself to speak, the desperate plea for him to return the notes was written plain as day across her face. Sans fumbled slightly under the weight of his guilt.
“We’ll just have to find another way. I’ll even help ya out, you know dust off my old physics textbook?” He said as he flashed her apologetic smile. Alphys’ shoulders slumped at his words.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow, and we can get started sound good?” Sans said trying again to get a response out of her. She stayed silent, only allowing her gaze to shift to the floor.
Sans hesitated in the doorway. He didn’t want to leave Alphys in the dark like this but he knew it would only be worse if he tried to explain what exactly she had accidentally stumbled on to. Alphys didn’t deal well with negativity, and if she found out what it was that she had actually been unknowingly contributing to when she was working under Gasters department for all those years, it would destroy every good thing that she had believed that they had accomplished for monster kind. It would completely shatter her world.
“I’ll… I’ll cya pal.” Sans said weakly as he turned and left out of her apartment and down the rickety staircase.
When he was gone Alphy’s turned and walked slowly back to her desk, but before she had even made it half way she stopped and sunk down to the floor. There was no point. She didn’t have anything left to go on. She was at a complete loss, without Gasters notes what exactly was it that she was supposed to do now?