Caught Red-Handed [Closed log to systemicsupport]

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There's someone quietly padding through the Castle halls late at night, in a green and yellow sweater. You'd be forgiven for thinking it's one of the Charae, since that would be technically true. But it's Frisk at the helm of this one. They've just left the kitchen they met Kalak in, and there's a sense of muted urgency to their movements.

They need to find S-4 before Chara wakes up.

They'd ask their mom, but they're pretty sure she's not here anymore and also sure she'd ask too many questions and get angry about any answer. Angry on their behalf, but still angry. It's better this way.

They don't know what room he's in - Sans didn't tell them, and both they and Chara forgot to ask their other self, and they're mentally kicking themself for not finding out sooner, but they think he'd definitely be inside in this hour, which narrows things down a little.

They occasionally open doors at random as they go. Someone's not getting a lot of sleep tonight.

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S-4’s room is actually quite close to Sans’. Right next door, in fact. Even if Frisk doesn’t know where that may be, they should still find his room pretty easily, right at the end of one of the many halls. There’s just one bed, but it’s more than big enough to hold the two small skeletons curled up beside each other. The shelf next to the bed is well stocked with toys. It’s a perfect room… aside from the fact that the door squeaks when it’s opened.

That squeak is enough to rouse S-4 from his slumber, and he squints into the darkness, still holding Serif tightly.

“Sans? Is that you?”

As his eyes adjust, the lights in his sockets flicker as he realizes that is definitely not Sans, but one of the humans, and an injured one at that. He gasps and carefully untangles himself from Serif’s side to investigate.