Sans couldn't believe his eyes. No matter, where he went, what he did. Nobody came. He would scream on a daily basis, but still nobody came. What was there to do?, It was about 4:30, the time papyrus usally picked up sans from Grillbys. Sans waited for about an hour and decided to walk home. His slippers crunched in the snow, but they stopped as he saw a sight he would never forget. A large velvet red scarf sat in the snow, with a thin coat of dust covering it completely. Sans knew what it was... no words were said. He just felt a stirring in his chest, forcing it to his heart and then his eyes, he laughed as tears rolled onto his plastered smile. "Well, I warned that kid to not touch him. But. Kids are kids." The stirring became a need to, kill, no... exterminate. He got up and looked in the distance of the blizzard, seeing nothing but a small blur of green and yellow. Frisk smirked and looked up , the same direction, seeing a blur of a small blue flame.
