Their wish came true.

(Y/N) didn't show up for school.

At first, they thought she was suspended,

but when she didn't answer her phone,

they knew something was up.

And when Jessica and Brandon didn't answer their phones,

they knew something was wrong.

Without hesitation, Paperjam, Undyne, Fresh, Error, Nightmare, Cil, and Chara met up at (Y/N)'s house. They rang the doorbell.

One.

Two.

Three.

You're out.

They knocked gently on the door only for it to open. At first, they expected a robbery, but the perfection of the setting made that impossible.

They called out their names.

*But nobody came

The house was silent. 

They split up. Paperjam, Nightmare, and Error, upstairs. Cil and Chara, back part of the first floor. Undyne, the backyard. Fresh, kitchen and living room. 

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Paperjam couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. He was in the bathroom, and it seemed like a cleaner had been in there. Perfectly flat towels were hung, no water splatters on the sink, and a fresh, unopened tube of toothpaste lay there. 

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Undyne walked on the gravel path in the grass-filled lawn. It was perfectly kept, even, and healthy. Ripe fruits and vegetables were growing. Then she noticed something upon closer inspection. The leaves and skins of the fresh produce had droplets of water on them. She looked around more, to find a watering can that still had water in it. Not to mention the dripping fixture.

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Nightmare and Error had stuck together as they investigated the couple's bedroom. All the clothing were perfectly folded and in drawers, the bed perfectly made, and all around were pictures of Jessica and Brandon in military uniforms. There was a few pictures of the wedding, but only one took the attention of the two adult skeletons....In the picture was (Y/N), Brandon, Jessica, and.....Alva.

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Chara and Cil walked around. They had checked the garage, but the (car) was still there. They continued to look around the shelves were perfectly organized (unlike my garage..¬_¬) Nothing was out of the ordinary. As they walked to the left of the garage, they heard a soft humming noise. Moving quickly, they found the washing machine and dryer. Normally, that wouldn't be of interest. But the dryer....was on.

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Fresh looked around the kitchen. It was clean, the pots and pans neatly arranged, the plates and utensils perfectly in line. The table was set, with the lack of food. Everything was normal. From the (F/C) and white tiles to the (fav wood) beams on the ceiling. It seemed like the dream kitchen for anyone. But there was one unsettling thing about the perfect kitchen. The oven....was on.

-

The door slammed open. 

"Whoever is here you're on private property!"