A Step Outside the Door

The wheels are set in motion

Right before dinner, Frisk had been given a temporary set of clothes while theirs were being washed. It was basically the same outfit, just newer and in different colors.  They now had a red and black striped shirt with dark brown shorts and black lace up boots.  It was comfortable and served its purpose, which is all they really cared about.  Frisk was also almost one hundred percent certain that the Underground had an abundance of red and black clothing, a little too much for the calm Ruins if you asked them. 

Dinner had gone smoothly, both the skeletons hungry from clearing out the first room of the Ruins.  After they all ate they put together a three thousand piece puzzle Papyrus had brought from Snowdin.  Frisk had asked what it was like out there, gathering a little information about the Underground. 

"Hell," Sans had said.  "C-constantly cold, lots of d-dust, too many fights."  Papyrus nodded in agreement.  Toriel had placed a warm hand on their shoulder, "do not worry, my child.  You will always be safe here." 

Shortly after when Flowey couldn't find the right piece he threw it across the room and swiped the completed part of the puzzle off the table.  Toriel decided that that was enough for one night, leaving to clean the dishes with Sans while Papyrus cleaned up his puzzle with Flowey and Frisk.  It was done quickly, so much so that Papyrus asked Frisk for a favor. 

"Human," he said, crouching down to their height.  "I want to fix the door on my bedroom, but for that, I need a screwdriver."  Frisk thought to the broken door in the room of the skeleton brothers.  They nodded their little head.  "I have a suspicion there is one hidden in storage, but I can't find it...  Do you think you could help me?" 

Frisk smiled and nodded excitedly, happy to have a chance to help him out. Flowey shrugged in the corner of their vision, a silent 'why not'.  A sudden question came to their mind, "Wait, where is the storage place you're talking about?"  Papyrus smiled at them, standing and walking back to their room.  "It may or may not be behind this pallet." 

He shifted the pallet in their room to the side, revealing a slightly cluttered storage area.  "Cool," they said, moving into the small space.  Papyrus flicked on a light overhead, allowing them to see a little better.  Out of the corner of their eye, Frisk spotted a save point.  Remembering what Flowey told them, they quickly reached out to it. 

'*the prospect of finding the screwdriver fills you with DETERMINATION.  *File saved.' Frisk smiled and turned around, finding Papyrus and Flowey already looking around in boxes and such.  They dove right in, searching for some kind of toolkit, a box of screws, anything that might help point to the location of the missing screwdriver. 

Frisk pulled out a box and went through it, finding nothing but different gardening tools in it.  There were a couple packets of seeds in there too.  Maybe if they were still good they could have a small garden near the bed of buttercups.  The thought of a garden of their own made them smile. 

The next box was one of what looked like office supplies, paper, pencils, pens, tape.  Frisk guessed that no one here would have much use of such items, but they pushed the box to the side so they could ask if they could use some of it later.  They had to admit, they loved coloring.  Flowey probably would enjoy it too, or at least they thought so. 

Speaking of Flowey, they glanced to the side and saw him going through a shelf, moving things around to search for the screwdriver.  There seemed to be towels and other cleaning supplies there.  Frisk looked around at the chaotic room.  It seemed as if there once was some method of organization since there were some boxes of things that held items they were designated for.  Frisk hoped that they could find some hardware box or shelf, but they bet it was hidden.  It was almost certain that it would have been found before now.