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The other line picks up.

"💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎📪︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 👎︎✌︎✡︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎✍︎"

Frisk double takes at the sound of Gaster's voice, cleaning her ear out incase she misheard the skeleton, or, whoever she thought was on the other end.

"I'm sorry, but is this Gaster???" she asked sheepishly, wondering if she called a wrong number.

"Frisk? Is that you small one?"

"Gaster? Yeah, this is Frisk."
"Ah! Forgive me child, I thought you were Sans... As a matter of fact, why do you have his phone?"

"Well...that's sorta why I called...Sans and I were having a day out, right?"

"Go on." Gaster uses his magic to hold up his phone, going through different files with his now free hands. He was interested in what happened. Frisk walks about the skeleton home, looking around the walls and getting used to her new surroundings.

"Well, Sans and I decided to go to Grilbeys for a bit. And now he's totally buzzed. I am just glad I didn't have to drag him here."

"Here?" The skeleton had a sound of confusion in his restatement, now distracted by the human on the other line.

"Mhm. Like I said, Sans is pretty drunk, I couldn't just let him terrorize Snowdin. That, or go back to Grilbey's and drink his place dry."

"Hmph." Gaster agrees. "Where are you now? Is he with you?"

Frisk turns and see's Sans snoring on the floor, she sighs. "I'M in the living room, HE'S asleep at the front door."

"Asleep at the front door? How did he manage that?"

"As soon as we stepped inside, I shut the door and he fell over face first to the floor."
"So he is down for the count then?" Doctor Gaster chuckles and shuffles through more files "That's good. He should get some exceptional rest for a change as long as you don't disturb him..."

Frisk nods "Alright! Where is his room by the way?"

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Gaster is taken aback for a second "Pardon?"

"Where is Sans' room? That way I can get him upstairs and put him to bed."

Gaster sets down a few papers, eyes fixed on the ciphered fonts before him. "Oh, I see. I would rather you not go to such lengths of hospitality, Small one."

"Huh? Why not?"

"Well, I am sure you have noticed this by now, but Sans can be a bit...*ahem* unpredictable when he's this intoxicated. Not the normal Sans you know, that's for sure."

Frisk did a facepalm and groaned thinking back to the fast one he tried on her. "Yeah. Yeah I found that out for myself."

This catches the doctor's interest, causing him to nearly drop his files. He decides to tease her a bit while he can.

"Oh? Might you explain how exactly? Tell me all the details, If you do not mind."

Frisk can sense him toying with her on the spot, but is unphased. Even if she blushes madly at the thought of what Sans did. She snaps at him, crossing her arms and holding the cell phone to her ear with her shoulder.

"Alright Doctor Gossip, he said he secretly has a fetish for facial scars. Happy?"

Gaster cackles with laughter, again nearly dropping his files. He finally sets them down and holds his stomach, leaning against the table in his office. He smiles widely.

"Yes child. Very much so. But this better not reach him, he will surely have our heads if he thinks we accused him of having a fetish. " His face sours "Especially with facial scars..." he feels the cracks in his skull, cringing at the thought of his son having a fetish as strange as, and inconvenient for him as that. Frisk smirked with a feeling of accomplishment, continuing the original conversation.

"Anyway... I'm not gonna ask where you were going with that last statement. I'm going to call Papyrus and ask to borrow his bed tonight, if that's alright."

Gaster stands back up, gathering the files once more "What for?"

There is a moment of silence "If skeletons can get drunk...Then they can get a hangovers too, right?" Gaster thinks about it, not too long though. He can think back to countless times he had gotten hold of hardcore whiskey and waking up not remembering a thing. But damn, he did remember his head throbbing as if he'd been beaten with a metal pipe and busted his head open. Frisk continues, more confidence in her voice.

" If that's true then I can't just leave him here alone. What if he wakes up and no one's here?"

"Yes but-"

"He's my best friend, and no matter how much I want to slap that grin off his face I just can't shake off the feeling I'll regret not helping out."

"I see..."
"Besides, when he does wake up, I am going to kill him for trying to pull shit."

Gaster jolts at her sudden outburst. Normally she is very kind and polite, very pacifist. But he's never heard her threaten to kill someone before, not even as a joke. He smirks.
"So he did do something? Like what?"

" Nunya."

"Hm?"

"I said, none of your business. I'm sure he'll tell you himself. Now how do you suppose I move him so he isn't sleeping in the floor?"

Gaster sighs "Just leave him until he gets up... Or set him on fire with your magic, that will wake him up."

"But you told me not to-"

"Yes but if you are so willing to help, I guess you could wake him and have him move..."

"I uh...I think I'll leave him for now.."

"Excellent. Now, do the King and Queen know that you will not be home tonight?"

Frisk's eyes widen and she covers her mouth "Shoot! I completely forgot! Crap!"

Gaster shrugs, placing different papers into separate files neatly. He smiles warmly, forgetting Frisk can't see him

"Do not worry small one, I will tell them for you. There is no need to fret. Help yourself to whatever you want out of the refrigerator, alright?"

Frisk beams, a look of determination strikes her. "Yes sir, thank you!"

"No, thank you. Sans would much rather wake up to you than me anyways."

Okay, THAT part made her blush.

"Bye Gaster, thanks again for telling Toriel and Asgore by the way.."

"Don't. It is as I told you before... If you ever need help the three of us will be there for you. Everytime, child."

With that, the scientist hung up the phone and went back to sorting. Frisk stood, mouth gaped open in surprise.

She looks back at Sans, and remembers all the times he had stuck up for her.

He has gone half blind, betrayed his people, went against his morals even, and beaten people shitless just to keep her safe.

"I wouldn't wanna kick someone's wasted ass for messin' with ya."

Tears brimmed her eyes in the nostalgia. She pulled up the sleeves of her sweater and stared down at her arms, cut up like paper from many months ago. Tears hit her skin, and she smiled down at the pale marks, realizing she had not even thought about splashing anymore red ones on there to join em. She laughed and wiped away the tears, slumping against a wall to think about how she had not felt this happy back on this surface. She sobbed at the thought of her suicide attempt. The one to fall down here and die on impact. God, is she glad she hadn't died? If she had died, or if this was a dream she was having, she didn't want to wake up. Not in a million years.

A good hour of her just sitting there crying had finally passed, and she heard mumbling from the living room. There, she saw Sans stirring around, and getting up from the floor. He was still drunk, but looked over to Frisk a sobbing mess on the floor. No matter how wasted he was, he could tell something was off. He stretched drowsily and stumbled a bit.

"You okay over there, Babybones?" Sans' face was still blue, and he was still dazed, but the look in his sockets was just as solemn and worrisome. He was a wreck though regardless.

Frisk nodded vigorously, smiling like an idiot. "I've never been better!"

Sans was abruptly shoved up the stairs, forced to go to bed no matter how much he wanted chill with Frisk. But she was firm and didn't let him try anything again. She didn't know if she would handle it the same way she had before, so she wasn't going to take any chances. After a short while she went to Papyrus's room. Bouncing onto the red race car bed, she fell asleep, and everything was quiet. For the first time...

She could say she was happy

and mean it.