A/N: did you like the end of the last chapter~? Also so so so sorry for the long wait! School, work, and my computer getting corrupted kept me too busy to post ;-;

"Oh Frisk Darling!" Mettaton sung, dramatically sweeping over towards the bench Frisk was sitting. A scream escaped from his lips as all the clothes he had dropped and scattered on the floor. Mettaton quickly looked around, his searching getting more and more frantic.

"METTATON, ARE YOU OK?!" Papyrus screeched, bursting through a rack of clothing to get to his friend. Papyrus tipped his head in confusion as he saw Mettaton slumped on the floor, a horrified look plastered over his face.

"She's gone..." Mettaton wailed, and looked to Papyrus in despair, pointing a metal finger towards the bench. Papyrus gave a nervous laugh then said "THIS IS NOT A FUNNY JOKE METTATON...WHERE IS FRISK?"

Mettaton felt sadness run through him as Papyrus started a frantic search. Mettaton perked up, feeling a breeze lazily crawl over his face. Quickly jumping up, Mettaton glanced over to the right to see an open door swaying in the breeze and he felt his circuits give a blip of electricity as horror filled him.

"Papyrus!!" He shouted, and watched as Papyrus ran over, fear and anger battling on his face. Both made there way out of the door and into an alley, where Mettaton and Papyrus stopped and stared in horror. There, laying on the ground, was a small strip of Papyrus's baby clothes, with the skeletons name still on them. Mettaton fell to his knees and said "Someone...took...her."

He jolted in surprise when Papyrus let out a roar, an anger and heartbroken roar. Looking over, Mettaton gasped as he noticed Papyrus's left eye was glowing a dark yellow, almost orange color, making him look a lot like Sans.

Papyrus roared, before running back into the mall. Mettaton quickly pulled out his phone, then dialed Sans number. Once Sans picked up, Mettaton said urgently "Sans darling...you need to get here before Papyrus kills someone...I'm not kidding, his eyes is glowing."

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Papyrus was mad.

How DARE they? Who did they think they were? Frisk was theirs. Frisk was HIS little sister. He, PAPYRUS, was their older brother. No one else!

"WHERE IS FRISK?!" He roared, accidentally breaking a window as his magic lashed out. Everyone in the mall screamed, panic pushing their fear to the front.

"FRISK?!" Papyrus screamed, fear and anger clashing against each other. All the care he had for people, for their feelings, was pushed away as he rampaged through the mall, breaking windows and questioning people all around. Someone stepped in his path, a...familiar face.

Mettaton!

"Papyrus darling...you need to calm down." Mettaton said, and Papyrus screeched angrily "I WANT FRISK! WHERE IS SHE AT?!"

"Papyrus!!" Someone called, and Papyrus whipped around only to see Sans rushing toward him, panic on his face.

"Pap...you need to calm down." Sans said, holding his hands up and Papyrus sneered.

"YOU...DON'T CARE EITHER....? YOU DONT CARE....ABOUT OURS? YOU...DONT...CARE!" Papyrus said slowly, tipping his head to the side. Windows shattered with his anger and disbelief. He watched as Sans face turned into one of confusion and his brother asked "Care about what Pap?"

"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS FRISK?!" He screeched, tears rolling, somehow from his eyesockets, while the tears from his left socket glowing slightly as his eye light reflected off them. Sobs ripped through him harshly. Sans was pushed from his mind as he continued his rampage, his only thoughts ok finding his younger sibling.

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Sans felt his bones chill as his brothers angry yell echoed through the mall, and he looked frantically around the mall, hoping Papyrus was just overreacting to a bad joke. A weight pushed harshly on his chest as each moment passed where Frisk couldn't be found. He gasped frantically, briefly wondering if this is what having a panic attack is like. Sans felt like he was wading through water, his movements slow and sluggish.

"Where....is.....Frisk?!" Sans gasped out, making his way over towards Mettaton. Mettaton had a guilt filled expression plastered on his face. Mettaton quickly led Sans towards the alley that he assumed Frisk had been taken from.

"Frisk?" Sans called out softly, fear filling him. A fear he'd never felt before filled him, and a harsh half-sob rose out of him. He let out a surprise noise at the fact he was crying, confused. Another harsh sob ripped through him, and he called out again softly "Frisk?!"

"Frisk?!"

"FRISK?!"

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Gaster sneered in anger, his form sifting as the note's meaning sunk in. What kind of cruel, heartless...people would hurt an starve such a adorable and kind child?!

"Why those..." He seethed, then a flash of color caught his eye. The clothes the child was wearing?

A bad feeling churned in his gut as Gaster walked over and picked up the pants, reading the name Pap, a name he had hand stitched. Clutching his sons pants to him, he reached a shaking hand and grabbed the shirt, reading Sans gently stitched into the tag. A shaking rage filled him. His sons.....did this to a baby?!

With shaking hands, Gaster picked up the child, who flinched once his hands got towards her back. His shaking hands stilled for a moment, and decided to test something. He ran his hand a few inches over her face.

No reaction.

He did the same with her arms and legs, and noticed that he only got a reaction when he did it over her back. Rubbing her hair gently, Gaster thought That was where the majority of the more serious injuries were located...growling softly, Gaster picked up Frisk, whose name he had learned in the letter, and entered the void, intent on finding his sons and giving them a talking to. THIS WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED.

Gaster walked...well rather floated, through the void, anger radiating off him. He raised his children better!

Frisk put her hand towards the moving mass and Gaster reached over and pulled her hand away, saying gently "No no, don't touch that now sweetheart."

Frisk giggled and Gaster smiled at the noise. A chill shivered through him as they exited the void, right into the mall. Gaster blinked in surprise as his younger son rampaging through the mall, his eye glowing with magic.