The door slammed open. A girl with long brown hair and brown eyes was standing at the doorway.

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

Her voice boomed through the whole house.

She caught sight of Fresh, who had just exited the kitchen. She grabbed him by his collar.

"Who do you think you are, coming into this place?!"

"W-we're just l-looking for some-someone!"

The fear in is voice made her soften her glare. She set him on the floor.

"Who...is here...with you?"

"P-paperjam, Mr. N-nightmare, Undyne, C-coach Error, C-cil, C-chara, and m-me."

"Come out...before I call...the police."

The friends slowly came out of the rooms they were searching.

"I'm gonna...ask again...why...are you...here?"

"We're looking for our friend."

"Why here? This place has been empty for years except for my occasional visits."

"Huh? Isn't this her house?"

"Who's house"

"We are looking for our friend, (Y/N)."

She completely froze and looked at Nightmare right in the eye sockets.

"Say...that...again?"

"W-we are looking for o-our friend, (Y-Y/N)?"

Without blinking, tears flooded down her face. She backed up, bumping the wall, and collapsed. Everyone ran to her in worry.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

"You're not..."

"Huh?"

"You're...not...gonna find...(Y)...(Y/N)."

"How do you know that?!"

They could hear her sadness with every painful laugh that left her throat, despite the tears streaming down her face. She looked up at them with a broken smile.

"You're not...gonna...find...her."

"What?!"

"You're not...gonna be able...to find...someone...

...who's already dead."