The End is Just the Beginning (a Bad End Friends story)

Chapter 27

Morty messed around his basement room one day not sure what to do on the cold January afternoon. He fiddled with a finished experiment and got an idea.

So up Morty traveled to the cold main level of what had become his home. He pulled the slightly too small jacket he found in the twin's closet closer to himself in the uninsulated and poorly heated Shack.

He searched the house only to find Finn and Bipper playing video games (Finn was winning), and a bundled Mabel and calm Wirt playing cards.

No Frisk, the person he was looking for.

Eventually, he made it back to the living room, and asked Wirt, "Where's Frisk?"

"They said they were going into the forest this morning?" Wirt said, setting a card down.

Mabel made a noise of protest to that, but nonetheless comemented, "Wasn't that yesterday morning?"

Morty frowned. He wasn't there the night before, so he didn't know which was true. Either way, it was nearing night, and it was a long time to be gone.

"I am going to look for them," Morty muttered. He made his way out the front door, shrugging on his heavy coat that hung by the door as he did.

He stepped into the thin line of some that covered the ground to head towards the forest, but not a few steps in, Morty heard the crunch of ice behind him.

Morty turned to see Mabel and Wirt standing behind him expectantly.

"What are you two doing?" Morty asked.

"Helping you find Frisk," Mabel stated as she wrapped a scarf around her neck.

"Why? I can do it myself" Morty said, crossing his arms.

"We don't need two people missing," Wirt said, brushing past Morty. "And we all know what happened last time you were alone."

Wirt was right. Mouths had passed from the kidnapping incident, but Morty never seemed to find himself alone when he went out unless it was to the Citadel.

He needed to speak to Bipper about that.

"Fine," Morty said, but the other two were already at the forest line.

"C'mon," Mabel called.

Morty rolled his eyes and followed after.

As they walked deeper into the forest, Mabel fell into step next to him.

"So what's the plan? We miraculously find Frisk and go in, guns a' blazing?" Mabel asked skeptically.

"I have a plan, and I have a means of defense if necessary," Morty snapped. He raised the small, slim knife he was going to give to Frisk before then patted his side where a gun was discreetly holstered.

"What is that knife even made of?" Mabel asked.

"Special metal," Morty said. "Like, not of this dimension metal."

Mabel hummed her interest, eyeing the blade.

Morty rolled his eyes again but handed it to her. "Test it out for me."

"Cool!" Mabel exclaimed as she grabbed it like a child getting a new toy.

"Do you know where we are going?" Wirt asked from a little ahead.

"Uh," Morty thought for a second. "Yeah. Hold on." From his jean pocket, he pulled out a cell phone-like object to look at a series of blinking lights.

He stopped in the snow as he deciphered his machine. He turned to the right. "They're this way." Morty started in that direction, letting the others trail behind.