*Third POV*

Sans ran down the corridors, announcing Frisk's escape to everyone in The Underground mansion.

Few people looked out their rooms at the running skeleton, and few even cared about what he was screaming.

Most of them were used to seeing Sans drunk, so most chose to ignore it.

Except those who didn't, were those who cared about whether Frisk had truly escaped or not.

Which is why Chara and Asriel peeked from their rooms, glanced at each other, then took off running after Sans as well.

Except poor Sans hadn't been aware, that the moment he left the room yelling, Frisk had walked out of the bathroom in new clothes she had taken from the dresser, looking around the room confused as if she had heard something.

Sans didn't bother with the elevator, and used the stairs as he yelled, "Frisk has escaped! She's not in her room she escaped!"

More of the main Underground members began chasing after him, also realizing he was drunk and had no clue what he was saying.

When Sans reached the commons area, Chara grabbed his arm and pulled him back to stop him from running any further, Toriel and Talia looking quite worried for him already.

"Sans! Shut up!" Chara ordered as she shook his shoulders, Asriel beside her and nodding to Sans as if saying, 'You better do as she says.'

Sans blinked a few times and when his eyes focused on Chara she said, "What's going on?"

"Frisk! It's Frisk! She wasn't in her room when I checked she was gone- she must've escaped!"

"WHAT ABOUT THE HUMAN?" Papyrus asked as he looked at his brother, worry caressing his face along with the confusion in his eyes.

"She escaped!" Sans announced again, looking at everyone around him with his eyes wide and his pulse racing.

They needed to get her back or he would be in a load of trouble.

He couldn't risk having her gone while the traitor was still among them.

Why had he asked about her tragedy instead of what he truly needed to know?

"Sans!" Undyne yelled, clenching her fists and glaring, "You are being hysterical!"

Sans shook his head quickly, and he looked at her with bewildered eyes as he claimed, "No I'm not! I saw her- I mean I didn't see her because she was gone and-"

That's when a hard slap struck his cheek sharply, sending an aching pain up the side of his face.

His blurry vision began to clear, and his eyes stared at the marble ground of the commons area, his mind suddenly filling with the open sound of the fountain behind him, and the people around him.

"Sans she hasn't escaped!" Chara said, being the source of the slap.

Sans looked at her with his eyes wide, yet his mind beginning to clear.

His head was pounding, yet his senses were getting back to normal as he glanced at the worried faces that crowded him.

Toriel was next to Talia with her eyes sympathetic, and concerned.

Papyrus was looking at him with more of a puzzlement in his expression, yet his eyes were troubled with why Sans looked so upset and dazed.

Chara and Asriel were still before him, both with stern expressions and a dark look to their eyes.

Undyne was clenching her fist, and looked almost furious at Sans for interrupting her training, and Alphys was clinging to her clipboard, just staring with an empty shock at the bewildered skeleton being held by Chara's firm grip.

"Wait..." Sans started, trying to find the right words for his embarrassment.

No, he had no need to be embarrassed.

He knew Frisk wasn't in her room, he saw the empty desk and bed.

"She... She wasn't there, I... I swear it-"

"Sans she was in the bathroom," said a formal voice he knew too well.

Gaster stepped beside Chara and took a tight hold of his son's shoulder, waving Chara and Asriel away as he looked at Sans.

Sans shook his head, confused with what his father had said.

That's when the harsh realization set in, and his face burned a light cotton candy blue that betrayed his embarrassment and made his father chuckle slightly.

"... Sans I saw her on the security cameras," He explained gently, giving Sans a warm smile, "You were drunk, and you forgot to check there."

"But.... but there are no security cameras in the bathroom... h-how did you see-"

"I watched her go in the bathroom. It was my shift, and I saw her."

Of course, Sans was too drunk to check the bathroom, and he had run through the halls and corridors screaming that their most important source of information had escaped.

He felt like a fool, yet everyone seemed to smile and shake their heads as if knowing all along.

Had this been a sick prank they all decided to play on him?

Even if it was, Sans couldn't stop himself from letting out a small snicker.

The snicker turned into a chuckle, and that chuckle turned into a bursting laugh that filled the room with sound.

Others began to join his laughter, and soon everyone in the commons area was laughing at Sans's silly mistake.

"I guess I was acting like an idiot huh," he laughed, which made everyone laugh harder in agreement.

Even with his laughter, Sans still felt his stomach churn with slight embarrassment, and he pulled away from his father's hand as he chuckled, "Alright alright, we've had our laugh, now let's just... go back to whatever we were doing..."

Everyone nodded and chuckled to themselves, Undyne boasting, "Even if she did escape, I would have captured her again."

As Chara scoffed and walked off with Asriel towards the ballroom (where Undyne headed as well) she said, "Pfft, even if Frisk did escape, so what."

Sans watched as everyone broke away from the commons area, and his mind relaxed a bit as he sighed and looked at Gaster.

"Heh... oops," he said once he caught sight of his father's raised brow and folded arms.

"Sans..." He started, shaking his head, "I told you to lay off the ketchup."

"Aw come on pops, it was only like.... 17 drinks it wasn't that much..." He said as he waved away the matter, trying not to look his father in the eyes.

Gaster stared at his son with that look parents gave their kid after he had broken a picture frame or a lamp.

Sans let out a small sigh, and nodded as he groaned, "I know I know, fine. I just.... was kinda depressed for a minute."

"About what?"

"The chick."

"Ah... girl trouble."

"What?!" Sans looked at Gaster suddenly, "No not like that jeez!"

Gaster let out a small chuckle and pat his son on the shoulder, leaving his hand there as he asked, "What about her then?"

"She... told me some stuff..." Sans said, causing Gaster to raise another brow.

Hearing this made Gaster suddenly curious, which was a trait he never formally had.

"She told you things? Well why haven't you told Asgore?"

"Not.... important things I guess, just... upsetting things."

Gaster let out a long sigh, and began walking to the elevator still resting his hand on his son's shoulder as he said, "Sans... this is how she gets to you... she messes with your head..."

"No dad, not like that-"

"She tells you these sad stories.... and makes you pity her... soon she will want to get out, and you'll just let her," Gaster explained, walking into the elevator with Sans and pressing the top floor. "Asgore told me all about it."

"Come on Gaster you saw how panicked I was when I thought she had escaped," Sans joked as he smiled at Gaster, "There is no way I'd let her out on purpose."

Gaster sighed again and shook his head as if Sans didn't know what he was talking about.

"You have a soft heart Sans.... that is your weakness, and you can't let her get a hold of that."

Sans stared at the elevator buttons, realizing he still didn't tell his father about his plan to get Frisk's information.

It had worked, but he wondered for a moment if Gaster would be alright with Sans giving Frisk the chance to ask whatever she wanted.

It was a good thing Gaster had not mentioned it yet, and Sans thought it best to keep it to himself for now.

At least she hadn't asked about his weakness yet.

It filled him with stress to think that she might.

"I won't," Sans clarified, "This is all business. I'm not here to be friends with her, just here to get information."

Gaster smiled and nodded as the elevator stopped, and he chuckled, "I'll tell that to Toriel. Maybe she'll stop being so soft on the information expert."

Sans nodded and smiled as he walked into the hallway, saying, "As long as she doesn't kick your ding dong first."

The doors shut on Gaster laughing, and Sans felt his stomach warm at the sound of his father's joy while he walked down the hall to Frisk's room.

As he walked, his eyes caught sight of Talia walking briskly down the hall, her back turned away from Sans.

He rushed to her quickly, and stopped her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked, giving her a small glare.

"Checking on Frisk," Talia answered glancing at Frisk's door that was just behind her, "It's my job."

"Actually," Sans corrected with a cock of his head, "It's my job. I'm the one who is supposed to get her information."

Talia shrunk back a bit, as if she was suddenly shy, and she protested, "Y-yes... But I'm the one who takes care of her... like Toriel said. I'm sure I can handle it."

Sans let himself roll his eyes dramatically, and he folded his arms as he said, "Uh-huh. If you were supposed to be taking care of her, then how come you were feeding her at like... 11:00?"

Talia hesitated, and she glanced to the side, yet to Sans her eyes were hiding nothing, and she seemed more shy than secretive to him.

She wasn't the type to hide something, and Sans noticed that. He did think that she was more passive than aggressive though, which he could use to his advantage in this situation. Or he could, at least, make her feel nervous and hesitant, causing her to to back down, and give him what he wanted.

Which is why he had asked the question in the first place.

"Because..." Talia started, darting her eyes back to him, "Toriel thought you were going to feed her... but when she saw you were drunk she decided that I should make sure."

Sans's eyes glanced behind Talia and at Frisk's door, his mind replaying her words and replaying his own when he was running through the halls, thinking she had escaped.

"Well, I'm here now," Sans claimed as he shoved past Talia, pushing her shoulder with his own and gripping the handle to Frisk's door. "So, leave."

Talia watched Sans with a shy expression, her wide blue eyes casting away from him and her head shrinking to her body.

What Sans didn't notice, is when he opened the door to walk inside, Talia glared through the doorway as if she could see Frisk. Even if she couldn't, she still felt better imagining she could glare at the information expert.

Inside her room, Frisk was sitting politely at the desk and eating the glorious food that was left there.

Her mouth tingled in delight at the taste, and she felt her stomach warm with the filling of food. She hadn't expected Sans to bring her anything, and after hours without food she was beginning to give up hope that he would actually take care of her.

Once food was in her stomach, her trust began to loosen the bars around it, and open for the skeleton.

When she heard Sans walk in, she placed her fork down and kept her back turned from him, her posture perfect and her head up high as she asked, "Why did you run out so quickly?"

Sans shut the door behind him and looked at the girl sitting on the chair, her short brown hair brushed and soft, her figure perfect and straight in the wooden chair. The light was accenting every detail on her body, and Sans could see she changed her clothes into a white shirt and some jeans, a black leather jacket complimenting the outfit.

'What a beauty,' Sans thought to himself as he walked more into the room.

Realizing he wasn't listening to her question, Sans asked softly, "Hm? What did you say?"

"I asked why you left so quickly," Frisk responded as she stood from the chair and turned to face him, folding her arms.

It was then Sans noticed the finished files on her desk, and he seemed almost shocked with how fast she had them done.

"You didn't hear me screaming?" He joked as he walked to the desk, opening the files to see how much she had done.

Everything was finished, and each case was solved, each person's information labeled and convenient for those who were just scanning the page.

He shouldn't have been so surprised with her work; she did know the people in Cortex and worked there for five years. 

Even if she was tortured, she must've taken notes.

Sans knew that much about her to be true.

"The walls are sound proof," Frisk said, walking to the bed and sitting on it, "I observed this a while ago."

He nodded and turned the wooden chair to face her, before sitting down and resting his hands together in his lap.

"Well," he started to explain, not feeling that embarrassed over the situation anymore, "I couldn't find you in your room. So I panicked because... I was kinda drunk... and I ran around the mansion telling everyone you escaped."

Based on her expression, Sans could tell Frisk was trying to hold down a mocking laugh, and he felt a smile twitch his mouth as she said, "Did you? Why.... That's pathetic, really."

"And that's an opinion," Sans pointed out.

"You're point?"

"I thought you only spoke in facts."

Frisk narrowed her eyes at him, and he smiled, recognizing her annoyance towards him.

"Anyone could agree with me," Frisk stated, keeping her face a narrowed glare, "You were pathetic."

Sans chuckled and shrugged with a wide grin, his eyes watching Frisk with amusement as he said, "You're right about that. Even I agree with ya. But that doesn't change the fact it's an opinion."

"Don't act smarter than me bone head."

"I wasn't trying to dolly."

Now they both wore glaring scowls on their faces, both waiting for the other to say something offensive or rude.

Though Sans wasn't particularly smart, or rather, a genius, he was good at reading people.

And as he stared at Frisk's sharp narrowed eyes, he recognized the slight trust she had for him.

It was another thing he could use to his advantage, but for some reason, he almost didn't want to. Of course, he would need to either way.

"Well..." He said, breaking the tense silence around them, "I think we should continue with our operation from this morning. It worked pretty well."

Frisk folded her arms and scoffed, "Hardly. You didn't get any useful information from me, then you left and got drunk."

"I did get useful information," Sans said with a grin.

"Oh really? And what might be useful about hearing my 'tragic' backstory?"

With a mischievous smile, Sans replied, "I know a lot more about you because of that. I know almost your entire history, and that was just from one question. You tend to talk a lot, and you enjoy it to. Won't be hard to get more information."

Frisk's eyes widened a bit, and she stiffly stayed seated as her eyes shot to the side, a lump caught in her throat.

Sans caught her realization and smiled more, realizing it felt incredibly good to prove Frisk wrong on something.

Except she shot back, "Well I know more about you as well, and they were things I needed to figure out on my own."

Looking at her prideful smile, Sans rolled his eyes and let her have her little victory (in hopes of possibly proving her wrong) by replying, "And what might those things be?"

"Based on the smell of your breath you have been drinking ketchup," Frisk said, pronouncing her words fast and clear, "Which means that the reason you were drunk was because of ketchup, or ketchup is what calmed you down from being drunk. Then I noticed the water splashed on your shirt, so I realized that the water was supposed to help your head. Ketchup is what gets you high."

Already impressed, Sans was about to stop her but she held up her finger to quiet him as she continued, "Next, I figured out you were worried about me escaping, considering the fact you said you were 'panicked' and screamed it while running through the halls. This means you were either worried for me-"

She paused and added sarcastically, "Awww so sweet!" before continuing-

"Or me escaping would affect you somehow. I knew that you didn't know me long enough to care about me, and you hate me enough as it is so I crossed that off and realized that me escaping would affect you in some way. So you can't have me escaping."

With his bewilderment growing, Sans tried to speak but she cut him off again and said, "And because you were drunk for most of that time, you must've been upset about something. My sob story perhaps? This means that you have a small soft spot for people and their tragedies."

Hearing Frisk know this sent panic through Sans's bones, and he tried to calm his mind as he stared at Frisk, preying she didn't define it as his weakness.

Based on her expression, Sans realized she still didn't know what it was.

He tried not to laugh in her face for how close she was to it, he tried not to spoil everything and ruin it for himself.

He narrowed his eyes at her, sick of her fast talking and her overwhelming knowledge.

Finally slipped in a few of his words in and said, "I hate when you prove how smart you are."

Frisk smiled, and he noticed that she took pleasure in seeing him annoyed.

"I'm not finished yet," She said with a grin and lowered eyes, her pride beginning to take over.

Sans hated it.

At this point, he felt like a fool for letting all these things slip past him and into her brain.

He couldn't keep himself secret if he was going to be getting information from her, and that was what he tried to do for five years while she basically hunted him.

He never wanted to give her the satisfaction of giving her so much information.

"My last observation," She said to Sans's relief, "Is when you were asking about my tragedy. You said, 'everyone has a tragedy' but that's not true. Not everyone in the world has a tragedy. The definition of tragedy, is - 'A drama or literary work in which the main character is brought to ruin or suffers extreme sorrow, as a consequence of a tragic flow, moral weakness, or inability to cope with unfavorable circumstances. Or, a disastrous event in which the character is-"

"How the heck do you know that?" Sans interrupted, almost in awe with her words.

She answered casually as if waving away the question, "I read a dictionary. In which the character is-"

"What the heck does that even mean?" Sans asked, staring at her as if he knew absolutely nothing at all.

Frisk huffed in annoyance, and explained, "It means, that something tragic is scarring, and breaking, something that causes a lot of distress and suffering. Not just painful problems that everyone goes through."

"What's your point?"

"My point is," Frisk continued glaring at his interruptions, "The correct thing to say would be, 'everyone has problems,' not, 'everyone has tragedy'. The only people who say that, are the people who have had tragedy themselves. Real tragedy. Not 'pretending my problems are a tragedy so people will feel bad'. Because people who do that need to learn how to accept life. People with real tragedy need to learn how to do that too. Cause it's kind of insensitive to those people who actually do have tragedy."

"What's your point?!" Sans yelled, cutting her off, knowing she tended to ramble. He was also starting to get suspenseful for what she knows about him, his mind thinking of one thousand things it could possibly be.

Frisk stared at the skeleton and a wide smile spread to her lips, Sans noticing the satisfaction in her eyes, the glisten she has when she is proving to someone how smart she is.

"This means, you wouldn't have said that, unless you had a tragedy yourself."

Sans stared at her, and felt his heart drop into his stomach of slight relief, yet he was still frightened for what was to come.

"So Sans," Frisk said with an innocent smile, "What was your tragedy?"

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A/N: I TOTALLY THOUGHT I WOULDN'T POST THIS WEEK BUT THINGS ARE BEING WEIRD SO HERE I AM!

I hope you liked the chappie!

If not then oh well.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHH YOU ALL ARE AMAZING THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I DIE EVERY TIME I READ YOUR COMMENTS BECAUSE THEY ARE FUNNY, CLEVER, AND YOUR THEORIES ARE JUST BEAUTIFUL!

Like seriously, I love all your theories so much I'm going to die.

I wont give any hints to if they are right or wrong (unless the theory is unimportant and small) but most of them are freaking amazing so I'll keep my mouth shut and just laugh evilly in the distance.

This was a fun chapter to write tbh.

Is it weird that I imagine Frisk in this having a light British accent?

Yes?

Then I'm sorry I said anything.

Anywayyyyy for the rest of the week, I might not be here.

So if I can't answer questions or post, I apologize.

NEXT WEEK - There should be a chappie. 

WHAT ARE YE THEORIES

WHAT DO YOU THINK

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE

WHO IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE

WHO DO YOU THINK THE TRAITOR IS

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF TALIA

*SPOILERS*

"What?!"

"Ye boi you thought."

"WHAT?!"

"Be more specific on ye questions bae"

"W H A T?!"

THAT'S ALL!

I am sorry for deleting the horrotale books, but I didn't like the writing, or the message it taught. 

I like my new books better, and want to be portrayed as this, not what the horrortale made me seem.

(and between you and me, I wrote them like a year ago, so, grammer is trash, storyline is trash, everything went to fast, it was trash.)

BUT THESE BOOKS ARE FUN NEVER DELETING THESE!

ALRIGHT HAVE A GOOD DAY OKAY BYYYYEEEE