Even as he could feel Frisk shaking when Tori opened the door, Sans didn't let himself speak a word, just nodded along with Frisk. The things they knew would be too much for the queen, hell, it was almost too much for him.

Back before Frisk had finally settled down in this timeline, when he and Tori had.... A thing... He'd tried to explain the resets to her, and she'd nearly lost her mind. He couldn't do that to her again. And that was part of the reason he didn't pursue her this timeline or the few before. He didn't want to put anyone in that position. So as the old queen led them inside and looked to him for the answers Frisk wouldn't give, he simply shrugged and stuffed his mouth with another bite of pie.

Honestly, with how stressed out he was, the skeleton felt sick with each bite he took. But he couldn't bring himself to stop, it was the only way he knew how to cope.

About halfway through his piece, he set his plate down on the table and excused himself, feeling he'd rested long enough. He needed to get to Undyne's and make sure all was well. And if it wasn't? Everyone would have a bad time. Especially that not-quite imposter Sans.

All to eager to leave, Sans didn't even walk down the stairs before teleporting away, appearing outside of Undyne's house. He looked himself over a moment before setting to tidying himself up. Sadly there was little he could do about the dirt stains on his face and clothes, but hopefully neither Undyne nor Paps would pay too much attention to it. Maybe he could just pass it off as him finally training? As if. Papyrus would know that was a sad lie at best. Still, he wouldn't let that stop him.

With a long sigh, he concentrated and teleported to the other side of the door, watching the chaos of spaghetti ingredients flying all over the quaint home. Undyne was at the counter pounding tomatoes, while Papyrus stood over the stove shoving dry pasta into a pot roughly, adding other smashed ingredients afterwards.

The scene was almost enough of a distraction to make the stout skeleton forget his initial mission.

"C'mon, Papyrus! Beat those ingredients down like you would an intruder!" "NYEH! NO INTRUDER SHALL PASS THE GREAT AND MIGHTY PAPYRUS",the tall skeleton bellowed as he began beating the ingredients down into the pot with a conjured bone.

Neither noticed Sans until he let out a chuckle and smoothly spoke,"Looks like you two are havin' a [I]smashing[/I] good time."

Taken by surprise, Undyne threw a spear in his direction without missing a beat. Sans easily teleported out of the way, though immediately regretted it as he staggered a bit on landing. And it didn't missed either monster's notice.

Instantly, both Undyne and Papyrus were huddling over him, his brother's face a worried mess,"SANS! WHAT IS THE MATTER, BROTHER? ARE YOU HURT?! UNDYNE, DID YOU HIT HIM WITH YOUR SPEAR?!! "N-no! It missed! I swear!"

Righting himself, Sans looked up at them and forced his grin back on his maw. He didn't want them to worry.

"Heh, don't worry, bro. She's pretty good at [I]spearing[/I] me," man, that one was cringe worthy, even to his own ears(or would be if he had any),"Seriously, I'm good."

Neither looked convinced.

"BROTHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? AND WHERE IS FRISK? I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE GOING TO REST TODAY," Papyrus questioned as he looked around like she would suddenly appear. Then his worried and innocent gaze rested back on Sans. Something was definitely wrong,"BROTHER, YOUR CLOTHES.... WHAT HAPPENED?"

" 's nothing, Paps, really. I just-"

"Sans! You look terrible! It wasn't 'just nothing'! You look like you just had your ass handed to you," Undyne spoke harshly, her gaze hard, though it softened just a fraction at the glare he gave her for the curse.

"I just need to get some sleep, but I wanted to check up on you guys first, alright? End of story," he growled to the fish monster.

He should leave now before they worried any more. Or worse, if Undyne tried to beat it out of him.

Any other day he could take her, but not here. Not like this.

" SANS, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG. YOU ARE EVEN MORE DISHEVELED THAN YOU NORMALLY ARE! PLEASE," at Papyrus' pleading, Sans felt guilt bloom in his ribcage and wished he could honestly say it was nothing. But it wasn't. And he hated lying to Paps. Even if it was for his own good.

"I'll see you at home, Paps," and without another word, he teleported back to Tori's, falling to the ground as vertigo engulfed him. Had he really used that much magic today? Or maybe it was a combination of that and his meager few minutes of sleep? Either way he silently agreed with himself that he wouldn't be teleporting again any time soon.

Slowly he stood back up, only to see that the house was empty and untouched from when he'd left. Even his half eaten pie was still sitting on the table where he'd left it.

Fear instantly replaced his exhaustion.

He slowly walked around the house, checking every nook and cranny before making his way to the bedrooms. First he checked Frisk's old room, only to be met with emptiness. Next he tried to check Toriel's room, but it was locked.

"Tori," he called with a knock, but received no answer.

He knocked again and heard a faint shuffling inside before a note was slid under the door.

'<i>Frisk is waiting for you in the hall.</I>'

The skeleton frowned at the message and turned to make his way to Frisk. Why was she out in the hall and not inside? This wasn't like her and Tori. Regardless, he descended the stairs and made his way through the hall until he found her leaned against the door.

She looked miserable. He was sure he didn't look much better.

Just from how Toriel was acting, Sans could guess that they'd had some kind of falling out. And it was practically his fault. Maybe... Maybe he could talk to Tori in private about it. He wouldn't tell her everything, just as much as he thought she could handle.

He desperately wracked his skull for some lame pun, but nothing came to mind. So instead he just silently walked over to Frisk and brought her into a tight hug, rasping softly in her ear,"Come on, kiddo. Let's go home."