Undertale : Secrets (REMASTERED)

Detective Work (11)

Frisk wanted to start their investigation the next day. It wasn't because of Flowey's words, really, rather their own curiosity.

They rushed breakfast and other morning routine activities, much to Toriels utmost confusion. After breakfast, they made a break for the door and simply looked at Toriel for confirmation.

"No." Toriel only looked at them for a brief moment before walking away, trying to indicate that it was not for discussion.

...no?

Truth to be told, Frisk was quite a spoiled child in a sense. They always got what they wanted and never really was ever told no. But Frisk knew how lenient Toriel was with them and never tried to exploit her kindness. Frisk knew the cause of her protectiveness and want to make Frisk happy, after all.

Still, they weren't used to being told "No", especially not when it was such an important day! (Not that Toriel knew so.)

Toriel heard Frisk's incoming footsteps following their denial. She stopped walking and turned around. She faced them and took a deep breath. "Look, Frisk. Don't you think you go out far too much?" Toriel spoke slowly and with a tone thag emitted a polite annoyance. "Child, it's so early. If you really want to do something, can't it wait?"

Physically, maybe.

But Frisk knew that this investigation had to begin soon, before they would internally explode due to the currently un-defusable ticking time bomb known as curiosity.

Metaphorically speaking.

Frisk hesitated for a solid second before responding with a shake of the head.

Toriel sighed. "It can, and it will. Frisk, I've been far too laid-back with you recently. We will both stay in tonight." For the first time in forever, Frisk saw that harsh-toned stern Toriel. It was the first time it was directed towards them since the Ruins.

Frisk didn't dare argue with this Toriel. It would be pointless. They merely walked back into the living room with their iconic blank expression.

In the process of doing this, they heard Toriel call out, "This will be a nice time for us two to spend some time together." Frisk smiled at this. It had been a while since they had been alone together.

***

Mind numbing. That's how Sans decided to describe the building of the machine.

It's boring. A mind-numbing task that I've performed hundreds of times before. But it's nesaccary to right the wrong I made all that time ago. Now that I know it's not going to be in vain, now that I know that I've wasted the last year not making a move, I've gotta move fast now. It's nesaccary.

To see them again. It's vital. If I mess up? Oh well. Back to square one again right? Not exactly the first time that that's happened.

I can't help but look at that monitor and wonder. Wonder what I did different all those times ago. What those 728 different Sans the Skeleton's did. Were they identical, did they make slight subtle changes. Maybe they out-right did completely different "irregular" things. It's all plausible.

He would make better, more educated guesses than me. I hardly recall much, but I know that.

...breaks over.

Sans placed his diary down. He gazed at the machine. He's spent - give or take - 7 or so hours on it in the last 15 hours. 5 hours spent on sleep and 2 for Papyrus, leaving a singular hour for scattered breaks.