Her (A Frisk X Sans story)

5) Their worst nightmare

After a long while, so far nobody has seen Tori. And I mean it, after that rejection, she never showed up anymore. As far as I'm concerned, I still feel like something is... off, to be exact. I'm a bit aware something has happened somewhere.

Kate, Frisk's maid/servant's point of view.

(We need a proper explanation for a new character ;u;)

(Kate is technically Frisk's servant, and her mother appointed her to take care of Frisk everyday when she's not there. Frisk's parents are pretty much rich, and you won't meet them until the end of the story. Kate can be considered kind and collaborative, as well as the memelord caretaker.)

[Yesterday, at midnight when Sans rejected Toriel.]

"Oh, Frisk! It's time to wake up even though it's currently at midnight, you need to take your medicine!" I shouted from outside her door. However, I received no response.

I was a little bit of confuzzled. Usually, she would still respond... but this time, it's so silent. Is she asleep or something? I have a lot of questions I want to ask the thin air. I guess I'll have to enter her room, then. I gently opened the door.

"Fri..-" I said while looking inside. However, only the air and wind met me, alongside her room. "What the..?" I mumbled while approaching her bed. There was a moldy yet crumbled paper on the blanket, which looked like it was going to fall off. I quickly picked it up.

To my surprise, the handwriting on the piece of paper was written in a way/font that I've never seen before. I examined the text.

"Hello...
                 I would like to leave a note that Frisk is in MY hands. You can't bring her back, I'm not accepting money or any favor, even if it's illegal or it helps me. I don't care if you call me a terrorist or a monster. She's not coming back, and never will. Adorations, KATE. ^^

- Your worst nightmare"

I screamed and dropped the note. I fell to the ground and started crying. In a panicking manner, I quickly dialed her parents and called the police. I hugged my legs, horrified and terrified. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't even understand how the kidnapper knew my name to begin with!

I sobbed, begging that Frisk will be fine.

Sans' point of view.

The next morning came and Toriel finally came out. I didn't bother to even look at her face, but her face was... the face of someone being-

"SAAANS!!!! MOVE, YOU'RE BLOCKING MY WAY FROM DELIVERING THE GREAT PAPYRUS'S WAFFLES FOR EVERYONE!" Papyrus shouted, interrupting my thoughts.

Yesterday morning, Mettaton decided to help Papyrus with his cooking instead, since Undyne was busy patrolling the city as an officer to the open public surface. So that was when Metta taught Paps how to make waffles.

My brother focused really hard on the honey syrup we got from that sparkly calculator for free (cause he made the recipe :v), trying not to pour too much or too less. "Whoa, bee careful, Pap. Yeah, don't screech and focus on those waffles," I said while chuckling.

Papyrus suddenly squeezed too much of the syrup out from the bottle out of anger onto my waffle. "SAAAAAAAAAAANS!!!!!" he screeched while I laughed at him.

The rest just made the neutral face of displeasure at me.

Suddenly, Metta burst through the front door along with Napstablook with a lot of tears in his eyes. "W-What happened, Mettaton??!" Alphys said, shooting up from surprise. I stared while they talked.

"This is not a drill! Frisk is, is MISSING!" He said with a nervous face. My heart dropped. "Wait, what?!" Asgore followed up, walking towards him. My eye-sockets turned dull black while I tried not to overreact.

"W-When?!" Al asked, worried. I tried so hard not to cry while I noticed Toriel being the only one who wasn't surprised. What if..?

"Toriel darling, how are you not worried?!" Metta asked while walking towards her.

Her face was pale and had heavy bullets of sweat drip down from her snowy white fur. 

"I... no... you don't understand... get away from me, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" she screamed, shoving MTT out of her face. "I..." she suddenly said, with a reluctant tone.

"Please give me a moment. I need to go first," she said while dashing upstairs in a fast walking pace and slammed the door behind her back.

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