[Backdated towards the end of the month] Well there's no use crying over every mistake

[sansational]

Sans comes back to life on the floor of a dark, reeking cell deep in the bowels of the castle. The first thing he knows is that ribs ache fiercely. It takes him a few bleary minutes to remember why.

Once he does, Sans scrambles gracelessly back to his feet, summoning his blasters over each shoulder as he stares hurriedly around. Empty. No prisoners, no captor. No Adam, no Frisk. The chains hang empty, in a couple of cases ripped out of the walls. Was Adam dealt with? Or did he pack up shop, and take Sans' friends with him?

He needs to go and check.

But he realizes that there's something he needs to grab first, to keep the second verse from just being the same as the first

So unless anyone is down there in the cell when he first reappears, the first anyone is likely to see of Sans is him in the graveyard, hunting around the tombstones and open graves with a very intent expression on his skull. His blasters float lazily behind him. He's not sending them away for a while.

"where is it, where is it..."

Eventually, he manages to find a real knife, if not necessarily the Real Knife, somewhere in the castle. Finally. It feels heavy and cold as he curls his fingerbones around the hilt. But it also feels powerful. Let Adam try sawing him in half with this between them.

It's only then that he wonders if this is what the human felt like, as they walked down the hall for another round with him. Before they knew whether or not Sans could die at all. 

Either way, Sans takes a slower route through the castle, up and down and all around, trying to zero in on Frisk's location. He hopes so, so much to find his sense of their presence untainted by that other human's. But at least this way, he's prepared in case he doesn't. Concerned friends or people who are just generally concerned to see a skeleton with two blasters at the ready and a knife in hand can find him anywhere, poking around, checking for trap doors, flinching at loud noises or sudden movements.

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[mettaton_rex]

Sana might well realise where Mettaton's been just from the way he freezes up at that question, eyes wide with horror. Part of him - most of him - has just been waiting for this all to be a trap. For his worst fears to be confirmed.

"N-no. No!" It's a plea, not a denial - don't let him be out, don't let him find me. It doesn't occur to him that Sans is the one who's out of the loop here. "No, no, Kotetsu said he had him locked up -"

[sansational]

Well that's...a very telling sort of answer. Though not really in the way Sans had expected. He takes a step back, visibly startled, at Mettaton's reaction. But even if he can only guess at why the robot is reacting so badly, the fact of the matter is that he's upset this Mettaton again by asking what he thought might be an innocent question. Damn it.

"hey, hey..." Sans tries to make his voice soothing. It's hard to catch Mettaton's eye with the height difference between them. He tries to see about levitating himself up a bit, but...can't quite focus enough. So he reaches out to try and grab the robot's hand instead. "that's good. locked up is good. i only just got back, y'know? kind of not up to speed on anything."

[mettaton_rex]

...oh.

"Oh."

That makes sense, and calms his panic just the tiniest fraction. He lets Sans take his hand without putting up any resistance, only twitching a little as bony fingers touch it.

"He's locked in a tower. Are you going to...?" He looks at the knife, and then looks away from the knife and tries very hard not to think about what it could do to a human body. "I don't know where exactly he is."

In case Sans wanted directions, or anything.