For the remainder of the weekend, Sans tried to contact Toriel through calls and messages but he never got an answer. He finally gave up trying on Sunday afternoon. He stuck his phone under his pillow and dragged himself down the stairs and into the living room where he met his father watching a nature documentary. Sans couldn’t remember the last time he had sat down with his father in the living room. He remembered when his mom had been alive, how the four of them used to sit together on the couch on a Friday night, himself and Papyrus squished between their parents. They would watch movies and eat popcorn until one-by-one, they all fell asleep on the couch. When he had awoken the following day, he had always somehow mysteriously ended up in his own bed.
“Hey there, old timer.” He said as he took a seat next to his father.
“Oh, come on. I’m not that old.” Dr. Gaster remarked. “How did your day with your girlfriend go?”