(~Honey's POV~)

Y/N whines softly in her sleep. I cup a hand around the back of her head and gently press my mouth to her forehead. "Don't worry.. I'm here." I whisper. "Mm.." Her body shifts and soon she has her arms wrapped under mine and around my back. I sigh a breath of relief. Trust me when I say that asking Y/N to sleep in the bedroom with me tonight was a stretch. The boys sleep with Sans for majority of the time so it was sad watching her sleep on the couch by herself. When I asked, I wasn't expecting her to say yes. Y/N's head snuggles against my ribcage and I hold my breath.

'At least I can make sure she's getting the rest she needs. She's been getting barely enough.'

While one hand stays around her head, my other hand loosely holds around her waist. Slowly, I pull her body closer to mine. I don't get any complaints from her.

'Is it bad that I don't want to let her go?'

It's hard to say what our relationship is right now. We act as if we're a couple. However, we've never really sat down and discussed where we want this to go. I know what I want. Memories or not, I always feel my soul pulling myself to Y/N. I want to be by her side. I want to help lift all of the burdens off of her back. I want to be a father for the twins if she'd let me.

'I want to be a family again.'

I nearly flinch when I hear my door creak open. 

'Must be Sans making his nightly rounds, I guess?'

My back is facing the door so I don't actually see who it is. When I briefly peek over my shoulder, I see Serif already turning his back and leaving.

'He's still up, hm?'

"Kid?" I speak up, hoping he'd hear me. He doesn't come back. I sigh. I assume Y/N would want to check on him but I really don't want to wake her up. I check the time on my phone and go half blind from the brightness. I slightly groan to myself. I told Sans to stop putting the brightness up on my phone. Anyways, it's after midnight. Serif shouldn't be walking around. He should be in bed.

As I pull away from Y/N and sit up on the edge of my bed, Y/N groans, "P-Pap? What are you d-doing?" I can hear the slurs of exhaustion in her voice. I turn towards her and run one hand through her hair. "I'm just going check on the kids. I'll be right back."

"Alright.." Y/N's tired eyes stare at me for a moment before she nuzzles her head into the pillows. I smirk and pet her head one last time to help her relax. She closes her eyes, pulls the blanket around herself, and then drifts back to sleep. I find myself wondering how I managed to be so lucky.

'Okay, now to check on the kid.'

I silently exit my room. The house is really dark but the glow from my eyes gives me enough light to see the area in front of me. Down the hall, the door to my bro's room is already open. I take a look inside. Sans is sleeping soundly in his bed. That normally in itself would be a big relief. There's just one problem.

'Where are the kids?'

Now it's not just Serif, Roman's roaming too. I take a look downstairs. I can only manage to see halfway down the stairs but the kids definitely aren't in here. Their eyes glowing in the dark would be the biggest sign of them being in the house. On the contrary, the whole house is completely dark.

'Crap.'

I rush downstairs. I grasp my hand around the doorknob to the front door. I have to go look for them. That's when I got the scare of my life. A young voice speaking in our native tongue, Wingdings.

"✋︎❄︎❼︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎📬︎ 😐︎☜︎☜︎🏱︎ 💣︎⚐︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎📬︎"
(IT'S NOT HIM.. KEEP MOVING..)

Harsh chills run down my spine.  I haven't heard the language in years. Added to the facts that it's a child's voice in my house, Wingdings naturally sounds like record scratching, and me being in the complete dark; I'm severely doubting that I didn't just hallucinate the whole thing.

'This isn't a dream.. right..?'

It sounded like it came from right beside me. I slowly turn myself to the right. The glow from my eyes illuminates the couch. Sitting on the couch is Serif with a piece of fabric tied over his eyes. Okay, I'm officially freaked out.

(~Serif's POV~)

I stand alone in the darkness of my mind. Several rows of boxed screens are lined up in front of me. Six of them to be precise. I could've used more but this amount is reasonable to keep track of. Three of them just reached Waterfall while the other three are exploring Snowdin. I'll have two of my blasters going further out if needed.

'He couldn't have gotten far.'

I intensely concentrate on watching the screens. Any little detail or change in the environment can lead to my brother's whereabouts. He disappears almost every night and I've had enough of the secrecy. I look down and mess with my gloves, tracing my thumb along my palms.

'What if I can't bring him back?'

I hear a low growl come from one of the screens. I can feel it inside my soul as well. One of the blasters feels threatened. I glance up to the source. There's a box to the right displaying one of the blasters reaching a large field of tall grass. It growls again.

'What did it see?'

I command it firmly, "💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☜︎☠︎☝︎✌︎☝︎☜︎📬︎ 🕈︎✌︎✋︎❄︎ 🕆︎☠︎❄︎✋︎☹︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ 💧︎☟︎⚐︎🕈︎💧︎ 🕆︎🏱︎📬︎" (STAY THERE AND DO NOT ENGAGE. WAIT UNTIL ONE OF YOUR BROTHERS SHOWS UP.)

What I wasn't expecting was to hear my dad speak beside me, "🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ❄︎✌︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎🕆︎☜︎✍︎" (WHO TAUGHT YOU TO USE YOUR TONGUE?)

(~Honey's POV~)

Serif screams in terror and jerks himself away from me. He ends up falling off the couch in the process, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. He grabs tightly at his chest, fussing loudly, "DAD! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT! YA NEARLY GAVE ME A SOUL ATTACK-" I arch an eyebrow even though he can't see it. "And you sitting in the dark speaking to yourself in a language you're not supposed to know is somehow the better option? What do you even have your eyes covered for? You trying to hold yourself hostage?"

"L-Look. I can't talk right now. I'm doing something, something important. You broke my concentration and I can't see them."
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"See who?"
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"....."

I bend down and grab at the fabric on his skull. I don't know why he thinks I can take him seriously with him looking like that. "NO!" Serif shrieks, clasping his hands over both sides of his skull and holding it there. "Why won't you let me see your eyes?" "BEcAuSE YOu CAn'T!" He snaps back.

'We're not getting anywhere with this.'

Running low on patience, I repeat myself firmly, "Serif, see who?" Before I get my answer, the front door opens. Roman steps inside and closes the door behind him. "And where were you?!" I scold. Roman gives me a unfazed stare, his pupils a mix of orange and red.

'Geez, maybe I should've let Y/N handle it. This scolding thing is not for me.'

Serif finally takes off the blindfold, but his pupils are a dull (s/c) like when I first saw him. I don't understand why he had to hide that from me in the first place. "I went out for a walk." Roman answers me. Though, when him and his brother's eyes met, a wide unnerving smile formed. "Hello, Brother. I was looking for you. I found one of your pets while I was out."

'What is he talking about?'

Roman pulls an arm from behind his back. In his hand is a broken piece of bone. It's the bottom jaw of a blaster, or at least half of it. I should be thankful it's not from a person but I still feel very uncomfortable at the sight. Roman waves it around as he speaks, "You should be more careful with them, don't you think? It's dangerous out there... They can get broken." I don't like this feeling. I may be confused but I'm not naive like my brother. I know the difference between a joke and a threat.

A loud growl comes from the normally soft spoken Serif. In Serif's gaze is pure rage whereas Roman looks amused to see it. The air is tense. It feels like I'm in a room with two fierce animals challenging each other. I keep both of them in my view, saying firmly, "Hey, let's calm down-" I don't even get to finish before Serif lunges at his brother with a scream. The two turn to a mangled wrestling match on the floor.

'Freaking heck-'

"HEY!" I shout. I snap my fingers. Both of their souls turn blue. Then, both boys are forcefully pulled into the air and away from each other. Serif's face is full of tears as he resists my magic. He screams at Roman, "YoU FrEaKiNg SiCk JeRk!!!" Roman rolls his eyes, "It was a tool. Get over it, Crybaby."

This is certainly an adjustment. All I can really think to do is imitate what my dad would say when Sans and I fought. "That's ENOUGH from the both of you! There will be no fighting or hurtful name calling in this house. You are brothers." I tell them. Serif looks to me for gratification, "But he-!" "Serif, as the oldest, I'm disappointed in you. You're supposed to protect your brother, not hurt him!" I blurt out. The wide eyes of severed trust he gives me nearly breaks my heart. I sigh and turn to the younger. Roman avoids eye contact with me. "As for you, no sneaking out at night. You said it yourself, it's dangerous. Your brother was worried about you."

'I could fuss him for the whole weird blaster situation but it feels pointless when I don't know all of the details. I don't even know what Serif was doing down here in the first place. I have to think about every possible aspect equally.'

I almost cringe at myself. I do sound like my dad. I don't know how to feel about that. I rub my temples and set the twins down. I'm done with what I have to say. It's late. "Go to bed, both of you."