*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

twenty seven

(Frisk's POV)

Frisk dug around in her closet after a Friday's worth of school, trying to find the pack of cards she knew she stashed there a few days ago. Or was it weeks? Bah, she couldn't remember. The start of the school year had been a little chaotic to say the least with the usual plethora of craziness her family seemed to produce, and thus she was having a hard time remembering exactly where she put little things like this. Since it was nearly December now, some of the things she stored during the past few months seemed to be lost to the ether. And, for some odd reason, she couldn't stop the odd nagging feeling in the back of her head that she was forgetting something. She could never figure out what, though, which was annoying. The feeling came and went at odd times... at the zoo, listening to some of Mettaton's CD's, when Halloween rolled by... but it never really got in the way so she ignored it.

Ah ha! Frisk thought in triumph, putting the small pack of troublesome cards from the closet in triumph since Sans, Papyrus, Flowey and her could finally have a Cheat rematch. The skeleton brothers were over for the weekend, Toriel kindly offering them guest rooms as they toured around the city, finally looking to move from the Underground. Toriel was also taking advantage of their stay, asking them to babysit Frisk as she went out for a nice dinner with Asgore. The skeleton brothers happily agreed, and for that Frisk was glad. She was so happy that Toriel and Asgore were trying to fix their rather shaky relationship, which she hoped worked out this time.

Hoping from the chair with her prize in hand, her mouth dropped open in a silent shriek as the bottom of the package ripped, spilling the deck of cards onto the floor. This was the only deck they had, and they needed to keep track of all the cards. Dropping to her knees, she began collecting the scattered cards, huffing and puffing as she tried to figure out which ones were missing. Eventually her search led her to the floor of her closet, and she managed to find most of them without much trouble. But the last one eluded her. She searched for the queen of hearts, digging into the clothes, blankets and shoes in an effort to locate it. She knew there weren't any more cards on the floor of her room, which meant the card had to be in her closet.

Finally, when she'd dug her way to the back right corner, she located the card and grabbed for it, fingers brushing against sometime wrapped in newspaper. Eyebrows furrowing, she pulled the package free from that she could only describe as a hiding spot, shifting so she was sitting cross legged on the floor with the bundle on her lap. She paused briefly to put the queen card away, then turned the package over in her hands as if trying to peer into it. What would she have needed to hide in the back of her closet?

Curious, she tugged at the tape holding the paper down, tearing free the first sheet to uncover another layer with something scrawled across the surface in black marker. Record of (y/n). Who's (y/n)? Frisk couldn't help but wonder, something beginning to nag at the back of her mind as she recognized her own writing. It was that feeling again, the one that said she was forgetting something super important. Her curiosity growing, she tore into the remainder of the newspaper, uncovering a thick wad of vines. Flowey's by the looks of it. His normal ones too, and not the huge ones he used to kill people. Frisk wondered how long the vines had been wrapped around whatever object they protected, since they were still green and seemed alive. Tugging at the rows of vines, she ended up needing to cut a few of them to loosen the bunch. But after just three snips, the vines loosened and fell away, finally freeing a rectangular, wooden box. Carved into the top of the box was a simple heart, and it was kept shut by a simple metal latch. Popping open the latch and pushing open the lid, Frisk was greeted by the sight of a folded piece of paper. Somewhat anticlimactic, but something under the paper caught her attention. It was a photo. Or a stack of photo's to be exact, and when Frisk pulled them from the box she discovered something both familiar and not.