Don't let go: Undertale and Underfell

Chapter 3: Frisk's grave

(UF Sans P.O.V)
As soon I had asked Undyne to take me to Frisk's grave, she nodded hesitantly and walked down the stairs, towards the door. My stern gaze followed her until she walked out the door and I teleported out there with her, standing in front of her with a look. She looks back down at me and continues walking towards the forest murmuring a "c'mon" under her breath. Good god. She must really be ticked and out of it from Frisk's death. I gave a stern look behind her and started running to catch up with her, my hand wrapping around her wrist, making her come to a stop.

"What?" Undyne asked confusedly.

"You do realize that I can make this a way easier by teleporting there, right?"

"Ok then. Fine." Undyne grumbled, agreeing. I held tighter against her wrist and she squeezed her eye shut. As I teleported, I felt all weight being taken from me, and felt like I was weighing absolutely nothing. When we were there, Undyne opened her eye, and snatched her hand away, backing up into the wall. I looked at her while she had her arms crossed and tilted her head left. I looked where she was motioning and saw something in the distance. I scrunched my eyes and looked ahead, slowly starting to walk forward. I took a quick glance behind me and saw Undyne looking away, eye squeezed shut. I just continued walking, light starting to appear. When I finally got to the patch of golden flowers, I immediately saw what the light was shining down on. Frisk's grave. My calm gaze turned into a irritated one. I can't believe that no one knows what happened. Look, it's not like really cared a lot for Frisk. Well, maybe I did, but it was a small friendship. I just stood there and looked down at the grave, not taking my eyes off of it. I suddenly heard footsteps behind me and when they stopped about, I'm guessing a couple of feet away, a voice spoke up.

"Underfell Sans?" My head whipped around at the voice and saw that it was Toriel standing there, looking stressed and not anywhere near of what she should look like. She looked normal, but she had slight bags under her eyes, and she looked torn up inside. She walked up beside me and looked down at the grave. I looked behind me and saw Undyne looking at us, arms crossed.

"You doing okay?"

"Yes. Thank you for asking, Red."

"I guess, but has things been this bad lately?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." I replied plainly, watching her kneel down to her knees and put her hands in her lap. I looked down at her with a stern expression. Well, things here really have been hell. Not as bad as Underfell, hell no. But still pretty bad. Heck, might as well be like a genocide route here. I looked back at Toriel and patted her back, feeling a bit sorry for her.

"Hey, Red? I think it's time for us to head back." I heard Undyne say from behind me. I looked up at Undyne and nodded my head. Undyne gave a pat on Toriel's back and walked back towards the entrance of the ruins, where Frisk's grave was located where she had fallen. Everytime she reset, this is the same place she apparently kept falling and landing. I followed after Undyne and grabbed her wrist, feeling the same feeling of when teleportation is being used. When we got back to the forest, Undyne started walking back to Snowdin, oddly not saying anything. I decided to change that.

"Uh, are you even okay anymore?"

"Yeah, why?" Undyne asked curiously.

"You aren't acting anything like yourself that much."

"Well, it's just because... Ugh, dang it. I just miss the nerd. She was the one that actually helped me see a human as a wimpy loser with a big heart. And she's more than just that. She was just great." Undyne said, sliding a hand down her face. I gave her a stern look and looked ahead.

"I know what ya mean."

"I guess you do." Undyne mumbled. The rest of the way, we just walked in silence. I didn't mind it though. I'm not a huge fan of conversations anyway. I've never really done it much with most people. Which I didn't mind. Again. When we made it to Snowdin, I noticed the people were back out in town, which slightly surprised me. I looked up at Undyne and saw that she was looking back down at me, with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, this is a predicament." I said, slightly chuckling.

"Uh, yeah. It hasn't been like this since before the death." Undyne said, arms crossed.

"Wait, seriously? Oh, yeah. Ya told me."

"Yeah, how do you forget that quick?"

"Idk. It just happens." I responded back with a smirk. She smirks back down at me and punches my arm slightly.

"Apparently, man." We finally had gotten back to Papyrus' house and Papyrus and Alphys were sitting on the couch, while I saw Flowey on the table looking the other way.

"S-So you saw I-It?" Alphys asked me. I nodded my head and looked over at Papyrus, who was looking up at Sans' room. I followed his gaze and saw that the door was still shut and there was the same music playing.

"SO, RED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY SOME OF MY IMPROVED SPAGHETTI?" Papyrus asked. I was somewhat relieved that Papyrus had his loud voice, but that probably wasn't going to last that long.

"Uh, sure. Why not?" Papyrus jumped up excitedly and ran into the kitchen.

"And trust me, he's gotten better at it too." Undyne said as she smirked and walked past me to the kitchen to help Papyrus make it. Alphys gave me a small smile and went to the kitchen with them to watch them cook at the kitchen table. I just sat down on the couch, deep in thought.

"Hey! Smiley Trashbag two!" I was jerked out of my thoughts and looked down at Flowey, who was glaring up at me. I glared back, obviously.

"What do you want?" I asked, irritated.

"You do realize that the brat will not be resetting again, right? If it's been this long, then I'm pretty sure she won't be coming back."

"I know. I thought of that."

"Just like I predicted you would think. I just thought I'd give you a freakin' reminder."

"Yeah." I just responded back, taking my glare off of him and looking straight ahead. Flowey just growled under his breath and turned around the other way in the pot. I felt my left eye glow a brighter red, knowing what he said was indeed true. I thought of this, but I just didn't want to have this thought in my head like how Flowey does. I put my arms behind my head and slumped into the back of the couch. I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me and I knew I'd be here for a while.