What Will I Do With My Heart?

Determined

Grillby

As I stepped outside, I realized that I still couldn't see very far. That was a problem. But I proceeded anyway. I had a bag of food tucked inside my coat for the boys. That is, if I could find them. Still cold. Still windy. Still dark.

I dragged my boots through the snow, telling myself that I could do this.

* Gaster's boys need you. You're filled with DETERMINATION...

I told myself that I had to keep going. I had no idea what direction I was headed, but I continued. I walked for what seemed like hours. I saw the Library, so I knew I was close. Smiling, I remembered that every time Gaster and I would walk past he would loudly complain that the sign was misspelled. It really bothered him. He was irritable.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize there was a wall in front of me until it hit me in the face. It almost snapped my glasses in half.

I felt along the wall, trying to make sure that I didn't get lost. I found the front of the building, and light was streaming through the front door. I peered around the porch and saw three mailboxes, one overflowing. Gaster's. He does get a lot of mail. I walked over and grabbed it. CORE, work, blah, blah, Asgore, me, me, me, me, me, and Sans put a... ketchup packet... in the mailbox...?

I knocked on the door gently, but the kids were really little, and Gaster probably told them not to answer the door when he's not home. Well, I've got a key.

I opened the door to see Sans, only 14 years old, holding his 2 year old brother, who was crying.

"Sans..."

"Oh my God, Mr. Flamesman, I'm so happy you're here, where's Dad?!?"

Words spilled out of his mouth so fast that I barely had time to process them.

"Uh, Sans, you may call me Grillby. I appreciate your respect, though."

"Yeah, but where's Dad?"

I don't know if I should lie so that he doesn't worry or if I should tell the truth.

"Umm..."

"Mister Gwillby, where's Daddy??"

"He's... uh... he's... at..."

I looked at Sans and Papyrus' pleading faces, and I just couldn't lie to them.

"He is... at my house." I was telling the truth. Just not the whole truth.

"Why?" Sans asked me. I could tell that he knew something was wrong. I don't want to scare Papyrus. He wouldn't understand.

"Papyrus... go play," I said in a tone that meant, don't question it.

He looked at me with that little head cocked to the side in confusion. I would've smiled at him, but... I don't like my mouth.

He scampered up to his room yelling, "I'm gonna draw a picture for you, Gwillbers!"

I shook my head, smiling to myself. He's so cute. I hope he never changes.

"Sans. Sit down." I gestured to the couch.

Sans sat down. He had a somber look on his face.

"Alright, what stupid thing did he do this time?" He looked at me like a father would to a teacher who keeps calling them in about their child.

"He got lost, Sans. He's... sick right now."

"Oh." That's all he said. I was expecting a worse reaction.

"I'm going to heat up your dinner now."

I walked out of the room, wondering how he really felt.