(Pallete's POV)

I'm worried that now the stories might be the problem. Maybe we believed so much in a family curse... We made it real... I don't even know if I should even be writing this. Maybe this would be better if this just all died with me. But I thought you should know about your family. To be honest I feel just about as lost you are right now. I think the people that were in the stories probably believed them...

When you look at the house you can see the history of imagination and stubbornness... I think we've been surrounded by death for so long that we just got used to it. What kind of family finishes the cemetery before the house? It's embarrassing for me to admit this but... The pet cemetery made me more uncomfortable than the Family one. 3 of the gerbils had been mine... 2 were my fault...

Outer had designed the cemetery. Mom always tried to move on but for Outer, the past always lived on. Outer was always easier for me to understand. The older I got the easier it was to understand my mother. There are so many things I wish I could ask my mother... Part of me thinks this is what he wanted all along. For me to come back one day... and find out what happened. Looking back on it now... If he had told me there was this much climbing... I never would have come while 22 weeks pregnant...

I take the trail from the train tracks and through the graveyard to get to the higher parts of the house. Entering Sans' part of the house. I see his memorial... I see a folder with pictures in it. Showing a trip with him and his daughter. They were hunting together but... that trip ended only with dust.

I wish my mom would have told me that story... Instead of hiding from death. Sans had always gone towards it. after Sans died my mom and Outer got really close.

I crawl through the tunnel to find another room with a crib... in the crib was another memorial... a toddler... Next to the memorial was a divorce contract... I pick it up to read the plain printed font. I can hear Sans...

"Dear Frisk,

Do you remember the way Korinna used to laugh when she thought no one was around? Like something funny was happening but only she could see it. I think she really did see things that we couldn't. I wonder what she saw? What her world was like. She reminded me so much of Moon. Lost in imagination. Whatever it was she saw it made her happy. I know how silly that sounds but, I could feel her slip away. I know you did everything you could. Maybe if I hadn't called that night. I wish she could have told us about the world she saw.

Frisk, There is so much I don't understand, about Korinna, about everything. I know what happened wasn't your fault... I'm sure as hell that she'd want you to be happy...

Love Sans."

I sketch a picture of Sans and Korinna in my journal. I walk into another room with another bed... I see a memorial for Sulfur. He was the son of Killer and Dust...

I couldn't imagine my mother writing poetry but... next to Sulfurs memorial.

"A Poem For Sulfur

Who always said the wedding was a bad idea.

His father never hit the kids, at least not very hard. before Sulfur said with teenage disregard. That he'd be dead before he saw a wedding in his yard.

His father made him come of course, but Sulfur stood far apart. he flew his kite and bottled the storm inside his heart

I tried to talk him out of it, but though he'd never met him "I don't need a step-mom" were the words that I remember.

When the time for photos came his dad ordered him to "come here!" but Sulfur declined and as a sign held up his middle finger.

The wind picked up and panicked geese appeared and quickly went. But all the people did that day was go inside the tent.

The rain came in buckets then but no one seemed afraid that nature might destroy the tent that was crudely made.

The thunder seemed much to close and full of angry power but, all the others said was, "make the music louder!"

I wish that I could truly say I thought of you that day. out there on the beach alone, just you, the wind, sea, and foam.

But...

I didn't

until we found you"

Mom never talked about him. I sketch Sulfur into my journal. I know that Mom moved further into the house after more people died. At the time, that was as far as he could get.

My mom spent the summer working on AU's where he met my dad, Dream. After Pj was born the house had to get bigger but Outer was used to that. For a while, things were good almost normal.

It didn't last...