Bartz told the chocobo to find a way around, which Boko did without hesitation, he began to jog to their right, to where Frisk pointed, to a street that he hoped that will bring them around the wall.
"What's that thing on your hand?
" Bartz asked as he saw Frisk dialing up. Waiting for a reply, he steered Boko to the street and entered it, only to find the chasers might've gotten first and they'll come last. Boko started running to try and catch up. Bartz steered Boko around to signal him where to go. Eventually, they'll find where the others are.
A slamming of a door alerted Sans awake, Papyrus have entered his bedroom, a pink apron that says 'THE GREAT CHEF PAPYRUS' was wrapped around his neck and waist and a chef hat on his skull. His scarf was still there, though. There was an uncooked pasta in a box grasped in his right gloved hand and a cellphone in his other hand. Papyrus looked furious.
"SANS! YOU LEFT YOUR PHONE LYING AROUND THE FLOOR BESIDE THE COUCH!!
" Papyrus yelled in dismay, the phone is ringing. Wonder who would that be? Bet was on Frisk. Or Toriel for Frisk. Sans eyes widened in realization that he was supposed to be with Frisk in Pixel City! Sans sat on his bed, his usual goofy grin still in place.
"huh? thanks paps. didn't know it was floored.
" He snorted, his grin wider. The kind-hearted tall skeleton gave his brother the phone after a long exagerated groan and exited the room with another banging of the door.
" and here I thought he was open to people. heh.
" Sans stood up with a deep chuckle. He looked at his phone and found out who the caller was, relief flooded his whole body as he saw it was Frisk. Then stiffened as he realized it was Toriel calling using Frisk's phone and found out he woke up late. He took his blue jacket and wore it on then answered the phone.