Frisk nodded, trying to hide her disappointment in hearing about the barrier. It had been so long since the last she had thought of it. She had hoped there would have been some progress made. Of course, breaking that barrier wasn't going to be easy by any means. Frisk tried to tell herself that there wasn't anything she could do.

Except there was.

When she was still a child, Frisk would sometimes feel guilty. Her soul would be the final one needed. She was there, in plain view and easy grasp for everyone to catch. It was like she was dangling a key in front of a caged animal, then swiping it away the moment it reached out. It would have been so easy for everyone to overpower her together and take her straight to Asgore. Yet, once she befriended everyone, they didn't even attempt to touch her.  

It wasn't fair. Even as an adult, Frisk would consider it from time to time. It would be so simple. All they needed was one more soul; her soul. If they got that, maybe everyone would be safe. Safe from her and her resets. After everything she put them through, they deserved at least that. 

Especially Sans.

Frisk was jostled from her thoughts as Sans mentioned him wearing a tux. She looked at him and smirked. "Yeah, you definitely would. But you wouldn't really be Sans anymore." As they walked, she inched closer to him, enough to let their arms brush against each other. 

Looking up as they came upon the house, Frisk wasn't expecting Sans to open the door for her. She stood there for a moment, surprised, but soon smiled and continued into the house. "Thanks," she said as she passed him. It wasn't really like Sans to be a gentleman of the traditional sense, but she wasn't gonna complain.

Once inside, her curiosity soared as she wondered what sort of surprise Papyrus had waiting for them.