A Determined Mistake

It Wasn't His Fault

Undyne came in bursting through the door with a surprised look on her face. When she made it to Frisk's bed, she stared at Alphys. "Is the kid gonna be okay?!" Undyne inquired immediately. Alphys stared back with a hint of sorrow in her expression. "I don't think so. They're not doing well." Alphys remarked, watching Undyne sit down next to Frisk's bed. Papyrus sauntered in the room, taking a glance at Frisk. He also saw Alphys checking their heart rate. He approached Frisk and Undyne then placed his hand on Frisk's shoulder. "Frisk, you can get through this. I believe in you." Papyrus muttered. "The kid's not doing well Alphys said," Undyne spoke softly. "They might die soon Papyrus." He peered at Undyne, not wanting this to be true. "But this human changed our lives! They can't just leave us!" He shouted, tears streaming down from his eye sockets. "Where's Sans?" Alphys inquired solemnly. When she asked that, Undyne and Papyrus looked up at her slowly. "He's beside the door outside." Papyrus pointed, not even realizing Toriel walking beside Frisk's bed on the other side. "He didn't say a word nor a pun on the way here. He is devastated Alphys. He never wanted this mistake to happen." Papyrus added, staring at the door. "My child," Toriel started. Frisk opened their eyes slowly to meet hers. "When Sans comes in here, don't be frightened, okay?" She asked. Frisk did nothing, instead closing their eyes again. Toriel sighed, stood up, trudged towards the door, and opened it. When she did however, Sans was nowhere in sight. She looked side to side to see where he could be. "Sans?" Toriel called. Suddenly, something appeared beside her. It was Sans but his grey hood was up on his head, and his left leg was lifted to rest on the wall. He said nothing. He did nothing. "You can come in now, Sans."