"don't take this the wrong way, but you just got me thinkin'.... isn't somebody missing ya? on the surface, i mean. like, okay, since you didn't go far from here already, i guess you don't have parents, but nobody else? no friends or anybody that you should talk to?" Sans asked. Toriel glanced at the floor, obviously not having considered this possiblity yet.

Frisk shook her head. *no, i dont.* she didnt seem to not want to talk about it.

Sans studied her reaction for a moment. "alright. well, just know, me and papyrus always enjoy the company." He said after a minute.

Frisk smiled. *me too.*

Sans nodded once. "good. now, you were gonna show us where you fell?"

Frisk nodded.

after a bit of walking, they came to the flower patch she landed in.

While Toriel followed Frisk up, Sans slowed to a stop on the edge of the patch of golden flowers, gazing up at the fissure above them.
"...that's quite the plummet." He unessecarily commented.

*yep.*

"i would ask how you survived that, but then again, you survived undyne, mettaton... and whatever happened when everbody else whited out."

*yep.*