\ @timetrappedkiddos /
He’d heard the door to the upper levels of the lab opening- he’d been grabbing some extra blankets from Alphys’ old room. It definitely came as a surprise, nobody came down to the underground anymore, and chances are he’d have to hide.
The skeleton carefully put his hood up and snuck around until he could peek down the side of the escalator.
Frisk was one hell of a sight for sore eyes- quite literally.
Sans just stared at them for a moment, and leaned against the ledge, trying to think. Knowing Frisk, they’d end up exploring everywhere and either find traces of him in the lower lab, or come up here and find him sitting here like a bonehead, not a very good place to hide.
Welp, it was Frisk. It’s not like he would have a choice in whether or not this conversation was happening.
[*y’know this place ain’t really safe for kids, right Frisk?]
He teleported down to them and gave a little grin, adjusting his hood more so they mostly hid his melting eye-sockets, there was no need for the kid to see that, and he bundled up his hands in the blanket he held, he’s realizing how weird this looks.
The monster that was presumed dead is standing infront of Frisk Dreemurr in the middle of an abandoned lab, wearing a lab coat over his messy old hoodie, and his sleeves are stained with red in certain areas.
[*what’re ya doin’ down here? Didja miss the amalgams?]