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“_____, baby!” your mother cried out when she saw you at the door. You barely had time to greet her yourself before she tackled you in a hug. She was the only other person you wouldn’t freak out over contact with. It made sense, her being your mother and all.
“I missed you so much!” she continued, you could hear the tears in her words, “Why did you even leave in the first place?”
You bit your lip, this was the topic you desperately wanted to avoid, but you knew you couldn’t pretend you never left your family all of a sudden with no warning, “I-It’s a long story, mind if I got a little settled in, first?”
“Yeah, as much as I love you little reunion, I gotta drive all the way back home now,” Blake had called from their car in the driveway. You giggled nervously, nodding and pulling yourself away from your mom, grabbing the bag you almost forgot from the backseat.
You sent a grateful look towards Blake, “Thank you so much, Blake. I mean it.”
“No prob my friend,” they returned with a smile, “Y’know I’m always there when you need it.”
You nod, “Yeah, bye, I guess. I’ll message you when I’ll be back, alright?”
“Gotcha,” they shot you a finger gun, pulling out of the driveway after you backed away. You gave them a big wave, turning back to the front your mother’s home.
It was different from your childhood home, you knew your parents had planned into moving into a smaller home when you would move out, and you guessed that your sudden disappearance was enough for them to consider you had moved out. You couldn’t blame them for that. While the old house was well, home, you never liked it too much.
“Nice place,” you smile, hoisting your backpack over your shoulder, “wanna show me around?”
You hugged one more time, and she brought you inside, showcasing the house to you. It was a nice, definitely smaller house. Just the necessities for rooms. The basement did have extra rooms, but they were for storage, mostly filled with sentimental things. You got your weird sense of sentimentality from your mother. Otherwise, she had everything she needed. A living room, a kitchen and dining room, a bedroom and a bathroom. She even had a spare guest room that would become yours whilst you stayed. You dropped your bag onto the ground and immediately plugged your phone into the outlet to charge.
Joining your mother in the kitchen, she had made some coffee, and while you still didn’t really like it, and your mom sure knew that, you graciously accepted. It was nice when the house smelled like coffee over smoke. And the walls and overall scent of the place confirmed your thoughts that she had yet to quit.
“S-so,” you started, feeling the heat radiate off your mug, “is Dad at work? I’d love to see him again too, and I mean, he’s sorta old, but you know he wouldn’t retire this early,” you laugh sheepishly, noticing that you were starting to go into a rambling mood when you saw your mom tense up.
“_____, honey, he’s- you father, is no longer with us…” your mother looked down into her own mug, looking absolutely distraught.
Oh no. I can’t believe I just made- ugh no, I messed up. This was supposed to be a nice happy time. No I messed it all up.
You started to panic, “H-how..?” you choked out.
Your mom laughed bitterly, “His heart gave out on him,” her voice was small, barely above a whisper.
“How l-long ago?” as much as you wanted to stop talking about this, you just had to know. He was your dad after all. You may not have gotten along with him as well as your mom, but you were still fairly close.
“About seven months now,” after that, your mother grew silent. You couldn’t blame her. Guilt overwhelmed you. With your sudden absence, they couldn’t contact you. You weren’t there for your mother when it happened, because you were too busy running away from nothing. Your heart ached from this old news.
“It’s alright dear, you couldn’t have known,” your mother sighed, “at least you’re here now.”
“S-so, uh, c-could we visit h-his grave at some point? L-later of course!” you suggested in a worried tone. You already had made your mom uncomfortable enough, and you seemed to just make her uncomfort worse.
She smiled at you sadly, “Yes, later, we can. But right now, I want to hear how life has been for you, Since you left.”
You jumped, “Y-yes! Of course! I-I’ll just, sit down. I m-mean, it is s-sort of long,” you stuttered out. Being so nervously sucked so much. You sat down at the couch in the living room, getting yourself situated before taking a sip of your drink. Still not your thing. Your mother sat down next to you, waiting for you to start patiently.
You sighed after a good minute of silence, and began to tell the story of your life since you ran away.
Today had marked the first day since you left, and Sans was already feeling hopelessly empty without you.
He was glad you were visiting your parents though, and you seemed to be on pretty good terms with them from what you had hinted. Why would you have left them in the first place, since it was apparent they lived far away. Soon though, you would tell him.
He forced himself to stay away from your home whenever he wasn’t meant to water your plants. Which proved very difficult somehow. His thoughts would frequently wander to your home, and you coming home.
Maybe your friend’s car broke down, so you had to turn back. Maybe you realized that you didn’t want to leave Sans behind, and you forced your friend to turn around from regret. He got a good laugh out of that one.
It was only the first day, he could deal with this. He’s dealt with the countless resets, so why couldn’t he deal with you leaving for a few days?
He spent most of that day at Grillby’s, sulking around with ketchup at hand. Grillby and the other patrons couldn’t help but giggle at Sans’ mood. They’ve never seen him so down in the dumps before.
“Any outsider would think they have been gone for several months,” Grillby crackled at Sans’ sullen expression.
“throw me a bone here Grillbz,” Sans sighed, taking a swig from the bottle.
“I’m sorry, Sans. It’s just so odd to see you like this.”
“thanks,” he shot Grillby a joking glare, “y’know, it is weird. never felt like this before. i have no idea why my bones are getting all rattled over this.”
“There is a first time for everything.”
Sans sighed again, letting his mind turn back to you, “i have no idea what to do.”
At that, Grillby let out a popping laugh, “You will figure it out as the days pass.”
“i hope,” Sans gave him an appreciative grin, sliding off his usual stool, and waving behind him as he walked out.
it won’t be too long, i can do this.