Success. The note turned out looking almost exactly like Flowey's handwriting. Heh, using your non-dominant hand works wonders for mimicking a sentient flower's writing — Flowey wrote in what was basically chicken scratch, due to having vines and not hands. To be honest, Frisk wasn't the most perceiving sometimes, and trusted Flowey way too much for their own good, so they probably wouldn't notice that the note was fake.

I left the room, clutching Flowey close to my chest, but not too close. He was a pretty light sleeper, so I didn't want to wake him. I wasn't in the mood for any questions, and I definitely didn't have any answers prepared. Especially not for any questions about why I was pretty much kidnapping Flowey. Yes, the Great Papyrus is not as innocent as I seem. I've seen things I can't unsee, done things I still can't forgive myself for. I'll talk about that some other time, now isn't really the best time to go off on a tangent about it..

I carefully closed the door to Frisk's bedroom, the soft "click" of the door thankfully not waking either them or Flowey. I decided to check on how my family was doing before I left, so I set Flowey down on the floor, slipped a syringe out of my pocket and carefully injected a tranquilizer into his stem. Because flower logic. I stood up and walked down to Sans' room, since he was the most important person in the world to me and I wanted to make sure he was safe before I just took off.

I carefully opened the door to his room, making sure not to wake him. Yep, there he was, fast asleep. Sans had been suffering from insomnia and disturbing nightmares for years now, so it was actually quite rare to see him sleeping at night. Usually I would catch him wide awake, reading his sciencey books, texting someone, or looking out the window. I suppose he has an excuse for his laziness in the daytime then, now doesn't he?

I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. I'm not sure why I even went in in the first place. It was pretty messy, which usually irritated the hell out of me— I'm a bit of a neat freak — but I had other things on my mind. Opened books about space on the desk, clothes all over the floor, and a half-finished cup of coffee next to the desktop computer. I noticed that the little power button light was on, so I moved the mouse a little bit to see what he had been doing. Just scientific notes, I thought as I read them over. Sans liked doing experiments with Dad and Dr. Alphys, since his intelligence was off the charts.

Nothing much to see in here aside from a big mess, I thought to myself. Toby, a little white dog, slept in the corner on a pet bed. He shared a room with Sans, and sometimes accompanied us on our antics. He's a bit irritating, which is why he's earned the nickname "Annoying Dog".  If I'm being honest, the Great Papyrus isn't fearless... I'm actually pretty scared of dogs, which is why I tend to avoid Toby. I tripped over him about a week ago and nearly broke my damn leg, probably shouting about forty new curse words in the process.

I left the room in a hurry, since Toby usually wakes up at the smallest sound, and always barks at me. I didn't want to look creepy by randomly looking around my brother's room at 12:30 at night. I didn't exactly have a decent explanation for looking like a fucking stalker. As I closed the door, a thought came to my mind... What if Dad is pulling another all-nighter? He'll catch me! Even if he's blind in one eye, he's still pretty sharp...

I checked my father's room next. Nope, he was fast asleep, a book in his hand as usual. The cover said "Astronomy" on it, along with a few other words I couldn't make out. I walked in, noticing that he had forgotten to take his glasses off. Again. This was, what, the fourth night in a row? Jesus, Dad, I thought to myself. I quickly left before I knocked something over, being a little bit clumsy.

Good. My family is safe, and all my friends are asleep. Let's move forward with the plan.