Lost yet Found (an undertale Au story)

Chapter 19

(Art by me, you know how it is)

The whole concept of starting an adventure, only for it to be cut short, is kind of bitter sweet.

On one hand, Spooks got to be with her brothers and her home, on the other, her sense of adventure and getting to travel had come to and end rather quickly.

Needless to say she missed it.

It's like that weird feeling in your stomach you get when you have to go home when your holiday ends, you kind of don't want to leave.

You know?

She had to come up with a plan. A way that she could travel, but still be with her brothers.

Ink had said something about the surface and her timeline not getting there, perhaps she could travel then? Surely it's got to happen soon right? From what she'd seen it happened around the same time in each universe so... Maybe?

Whoever this human is, she hopes they arrive soon, and that they're nice.

Sitting up alone in her bed, which had been sans' for a few years and he had sacrificed to her for the couch not that he minded. The night lighting of the underground peaking through the thin curtains at her window.

The room itself smelled kind of musty, like socks.

Of course, if sans had been living in there that was bound to happen.

She took in her surroundings. Next to nothing had changed, maybe a thin layer of dust and the weird smell, and that weird treadmill in the middle of the room that had been pushed to the far wall, leaving a weird scrape through the carpet. She'd have to remember to get some renovation done eventually.

The bedding she was currently wrapped up in was mainly white with little mini blue bones scattered across it in a pattern. Cute.

The bed itself was creaky, and old. She presumed it was the exact same frame as when she left, it sure looked the same atleast.

There was no difference to the wardrobe or the bedside table, in fact, they had been left alone untouched. Sans didn't want to move anything in there incase she came back, he didn't want to snoop through her stuff, nor did he want to believe she couldn't return. Call if grief perhaps.

Though for this she was thankful, that meant many of her outfits she had left behind we still salvageable and able to be worn. Of course, her sizes hadn't changed so there was no need for a wardrobe revamp.

With a sigh, she looked to her right where the alarm clock sit neatly upon its stand, the time reading 3am. She smiled inwardly to herself. This was the exact time ink turned up in her bedroom.

How things can change so quickly.

It might sound cliche to say, but she wished she could go back, to the time where things were simple again, her brothers were young and there wasn't really a worry in the world. Back before her curiosity took over. Back before her dad lost himself in his work.

That being said, she made a mental note to enquire about him. Sans nor papyrus had brought him up, and it was odd how she hadn't seen or heard about him when she returned.

Regardless, that was her plan.

Flopping back down on her bed, a hefty sigh leaving her, she closed her eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

...

Her alarm clock woke her up.

It had been a while since she'd needed an alarm clock to wake her up. She'd usually get up using her own internal clock, waking up bright and early to make sure her brothers were clothed and fed ready for school. How bizzare.