Undertale: Reason to Live

Chapter 22

Meanwhile, back at Undyne's house, Papyrus had finally finished telling Sans all that Undyne had told him, so they left her bedroom in the back and walked towards the front of the house.

"Geez, Pap," Sans said looking up at him. "You didn't have to go into so much detail. You could have just told me she's depressed because she thinks her life is pointless."

"I thought you needed context," Papyrus said.

"I didn't need that much, bro. Seriously, I don't know how Frisk has not come by to complain once. Kids can get impatient."

"He used to be alone and homeless, Sans. He's used to keeping himself occupied. Speaking of which, I wonder where he learned how to play the piano and why he stopped. It sounded great."

"Why don't you ask him for yourself?"

"Okay…he's not here, Sans," Papyrus said as his expression immediately fell.

"What?" Sans asked as his eyes darted around in panic until they fell on the note on the piano bench.

Sans short cut to the bench while Papyrus looked around for him.

"Frisk?" Papyrus asked fearfully while looking under the sink. "You're not hiding. Are you?"

"No, he's not," Sans said gesturing to the note. "He's looking for Undyne."

"What?" Papyrus asked picking up the note and reading it out loud. "'Dear Sans and Papyrus, I heard Undyne outside, so I'm going to check it out. I'll come back if I don't find anything. If I'm not back when you see this, just check start checking nearby. Frisk.'"

"Dumbass!" Sans said out loud while running out the door. "At least, he was specific. Let's go, Papyrus!"

"Wait, Sans! Where are we going?" Papyrus yelled as he ran after him.

"We're checking out the neighbors' houses first to see if he went there. I pray for his sake that he's still alive. He ain't strong enough to face a monster by himself, especially not Undyne."

Further away, Frisk, Undyne, and Napstablook were out by the snail racing track cheering on their snails to make it to the finish line as they stood at the starting line refusing to move.

"Come on," Frisk said quietly. "You can do it."

"What part of kick their asses don't you understand?!" Undyne yelled.

Their efforts were fruitless. Napstablook's snail crossed the finish line before the others did.

"You pushed them too hard," Napstablook said. "They couldn't take it."

"Well, damn," Undyne said.

"Oh, well," Frisk said. "It has never worked anyway."

"Frisk, if you knew it wouldn't work, then why would you cheer?" Undyne asked.

"I don't know. I thought maybe cheering less every time would eventually make them feel comfortable enough to go faster."

"Why didn't you tell me to do that?!"

"I don't know. I guess I didn't think about it."

"How could you not…?"

"Excuse me," Napstablook said. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I figure you'll be leaving soon so I was wondering if I could give you my phone number so we could text."

Napstablook smiled and handed Frisk a piece of paper.

"Sure," Frisk said taking the piece of paper. "I don't know where my phone is now, but when I find it, I'll have to add this into my…"