Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Memories

Thank you all so much for your patience! Recently I have been so busy with school among many other things, and I apologize for the wait. I hope you enjoy :)

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Sans POV:

"Sans, do you mind teleporting there?" I gritted my teeth once again."Tori, I told you. If she couldn't get there, she won't be there."

Toriel looked down. "Check, Sans." I sighed and teleported. It was just like the others, a hollowed out, cramped space in the wall. In the ruins, there were many of these types of places in the walls. I teleported out and gave the same answer I did every time. "She's not in there."

We were now searching the underground. The rest of the searching party, mainly volunteers, were searching the surface. We were assigned the underground since we've lived there out whole lives and wouldn't get lost, unlike humans. We were near the end of the ruins now, and heading into Snowdin. She had to be somewhere.

We needed to find her quick, I knew, because something was wrong. I could tell, I would feel it in my bones. (pun intended) "Alright, here's Snowdin." I gestured toward the huge door, and turned towards everybody. Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Alphys, Mettaton were all here. I was honestly surprised about Mettaton coming, I thought he might be too above everybody to attend. Undyne was waiting at the Dreemurr house in case Frisk were to come back home.

Toriel looked back down the hallway, looked back at the door, and repeated. "Why- well... L-let's just search here a little bit more..." Asgore put his arm around Toriel's shoulders to comfort her. "We can't waste any more time, my dear. She's not there, and we need to find her immediately. She could be in danger." Toriel sighed, and nodded.

We opened the big doors with much difficulty, and were greeted by a cold gush of wind. We stared in awe at the all the snow and dust flying through the air. I suppose the area had become quite hostile without magic to uphold it. There's no way that Frisk would survive in this storm, it was far too cold. "Let's just teleport to Waterfall, there's no way Frisk is here." I yelled over the storm. "We have to check!" Toriel argued.

I sighed and started to trudge ahead in the deep snow. We made it to the shop, and surprisingly, the room remained warm. We searched, and moved onto the motel. Inside the motel we noticed that a few of the rooms had missing blankets, but there was no way to tell that it could've been Frisk. Next, there was a house, and it was locked. I teleported inside, searched, and came back empty.

Grillbys was completely empty, the same way it was when we left. Grillby had decided to move location, from the underground to the surface, and packed up everything and moved. We searched every house, every shop, and lastly, we had to search our house. By our house, I mean me and Papyrus' old house. I held the door open as everyone shuffled inside.

The house was rather cold, compared to the others buildings we had searched. I chuckled, remembering all the silly memories in this house. Like Grillbys, it was very empty because we too, had packed up all of our belongings and moved. Papyrus searched his room, I searched mine, and everybody else wandered around the bottom floor of the home. Nothing.

But, as we were bracing ourselves for the numbing cold outside, I heard something. I had paused, and lifted my hand in the air. "Stop." Everybody did so, turning to me. Everybody held their breathes, and in the air, a muffled country song could be heard.

It was so quiet that you could barley hear it, but oh, it was there. The howling of the wind outside swallowed much of the sound. I walked carefully to the right wall, and put my ear against it. It was coming from the wall. From my old laboratory.