I decided to leave before everyone woke up.  I left a note saying that I felt sick and went home and that asked is Papyrus could stay here for a while until I felt better.  It was partly true, the idea of Chara having (y/ n) made me sick to my stomach, but I wasn't going home.

I transported myself to Toriel's house.  It looked very similar to the one she had underground: a small, one story home with cute flower beds and trees in the back yard.  I walked up to the door and was about to knock when I noticed something funny.  The door was locked.  Maybe it was just my mind, maybe Toriel had albready gone off to bed, but still.  It wasn't like Toriel to be in bed so early.

I sighed and put my hand on the handle and focused on the last time the door handle had been touched.  I was brought into the past, certain timelines whizzing past, and I quickly looked for the scene I needed.  I watched as Toriel, (y/ n), and (b/f/n) left the house.  (Y/ n) was talking and laughing with her best friend as Toriel locked up the house and followed them to the car.

Panicked, I pulled out of the past.  Toriel and (y/ n) had not made it home last night.  Part of me wanted to punch myself.  I knew that, I just didn't want to acknowledge it.  And maybe I was hoping that Toriel was at home and (y/n) had been taken out of her bed, but no.  They were both gone.

I stomped my foot in frustration.  I wanted to punch a wall, hit myself, do something.  I was such an idiot.  Of course they were both gone.  Toriel never left (y/ n)'s side for long, she was protective.  If (y/ n) was gone, so was Toriel.  And I had to find them, I had to find them both, before it was too late.

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