"uh, heh, thanks." Sans replied. You noticed his cheek bones were just a barely noticeable shade of blue when he replied. Then everyone continued on with their lives as if nothing happened. The fuck? Is this normal for them? Getting over things quickly?

"OH, BY THE WAY, HUMAN, THIS IS FRISK!" Papyrus introduced the teenage girl.

"Hey! Nice to meet you, Frisk!"

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N. I was in here playing on my phone when Papyrus just waltzed in, carrying your sleeping body bridal style, and told me to prepare some spaghetti. It was quite the experience!" You and Frisk both laughed and shook hands. You'll admit, that was a pretty hilarious story. "Speaking of which, let's all go to the table for the spaghetti now!"

~Time skip brought to you by Temmie Flakes~

While you were eating, you got to know everyone a bit better - including the fact that Frisk has been down here since she was 12, and she's now 16! - and even though you've only known them all for at least half an hour, you already consider them friends. You then remembered something important. You felt around your back pockets. It wasn't there. It wasn't in your front pockets, either. Trying your best to not seem rude, you asked Papyrus where he put your bag. He said it was by the front door, so you looked to see your bag right where he said it was. You got up, thanked them for everything they've done, and walked/ran to your bag. Eventually, everyone else got up and went to do their own thing. It wasn't in the side pockets, and it wasn't in the front pocket, either. You dug your hand around in the main pocket, and eventually found it. Your phone. You let out a sigh of relief knowing where it was. It wasn't damaged in the slightest, which was also relieving to know. You looked at your notifications. 3 from YouTube, 16 from Wattpad, and 5 missed calls from your boyfriend. You decided you had to call him back and tell him about what happened. So you dialed his number, and waited. And waited. After waiting for what seemed like 3 minutes, he picked up. But it wasn't him, it was his mother. She was very clearly sobbing.

"Oh my god, Mrs. (name)! Are you okay? What happened? Where's (boyfriends name)?!" You fearfully said.

"H-h-he knew you were h-hiking up the m-m-mountain, he tried to c-c-call you to see if you were o-okay, but you wouldn't p-pick up.  So h-he thought you were d-d-dead." she replied through tears and sobs.

"Well now you know that I'm okay, you can tell him I'm okay!"

"I can't."

"Why not? What happened?!"

"Y-Y/N, its been e-eight h-h-hours."

"What?! I've been gone that long?!"

"Y-yes..."

"That doesn't answer my question, why can't you tell (boyfriends name) I'm okay?!"

"Y-you know all those t-t-times he said he c-can't live without y-y-you?"

"Yeah?" You started to tear up as well at this point.

"W-well, he w-w-wasn't l-lying."

"Mrs. (name), what do you mean by that?"

"H-he took his own l-life."