Ooh yeah, another new part already! Another written part here…in which Greatest Dog takes a moment to reflect on their mission and a future back with Endogeny.

–Dogs of Future Past–

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With still not much information out of Sans on where Gaster was, The dog took to searching more of the underground for him…this time, they took a shortcut to Snowdin, and began scouring the forests for any sign of the scientist. Frisk insisted that they check every room, just to make sure.

In general, Snowdin seemed a lot quieter than they remembered. There were less people wandering around the woods than would be later…they did spy Gyftrot happily keeping to himself, and luckily never ran into Jerry or his ilk. It seemed that the snowman hadn’t been made yet, either.

And after a whole lot of both walking and shortcutting their way from room to room, all of them were starting to get tired. I dunno if it’s necessary to check every room, Frisk. What would he be doing all the way out here, anyway? Flowey grumbled.

Frisk refused to stop, however…they could see the bright lights of Snowdin Town close by, and that seemed the most likely place for him to be, anyway. The town definitely felt quieter without Sans and Papyrus living here. “I don’t know, but we’ve got to follow any leads we find. I still feel like we’re missing something…”

As they approached the town entrance, Greatest Dog suddenly took control, and brought them to a stop just by the welcome sign. He sat them down, panting happily.

“Can we please stop for a second? Just right here!”

Flowey was still impatient. Stop? What for?

“Oh, I just want to sit for a minute and enjoy these lights and smells all on my own while I can! It’s very nice.”

We don’t have the time to enjoy smells! Flowey insisted.

“I know we have to rush! But…I just want a little minute. I want to enjoy this before I have to go back to being with all the other dogs again.”

That stunned both Frisk and Flowey into silence. They’d been so busy racing around trying to find Gaster that they’d barely remembered that once they succeeded, they’d have to put everyone’s souls back in their proper place…including Greatest Dog with Endogeny. They hadn’t even thought to ask about it, and both couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed.

Frisk was the first to speak back up. Is…it hard for you? Being stuck together with the other dogs like that, all the time?

“Oh yes, it’s very hard. It hurts a lot,” Greatest Dog replied, almost matter-of-factly.

Flowey sounded more confused than anything. Hey, you know…we’re the ones that have been hauling your body up and down the entire underground. But you’ve never tried to fight it or complained about this whole deal, even once!

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the same thing as with all of the other dogs! This is more okay!”

No, I mean…if we accomplish this mission and get back home, then you’ll have to go back to being in Endogeny! If you wanted, you could’ve tried steering us off-track at any time just to avoid that! Why aren’t you, well…fighting more?

Greatest Dog seemed completely confident in his answer. “Because I promised the doctor and you that I would help find the lost scientist! I will be brave, and true, and good! There’s nothing in the whole wide world better than being a good dog…and not many dogs get a chance at it!”

The dog wagged his tail a bit at the thought. “So…I will help the scientist and everyone get home. I will be a good dog! The doctor will be proud of me! And when I’m back with everyone again, they’ll all know what we did, and we’ll be brave and good together, forever.” He looked out at the dimly-lit town with fondness. “But I want a little minute to be me, if that is okay.”

Suddenly, rushing in to look for Gaster didn’t seem that important to any of them after all. So they sat and watched the town ahead for a little while, quiet in the freshly-fallen snow. They recognized the restaurant that everyone frequented, but the name over it read ‘Smokely’s’ instead of ‘Grillby’s.’ Two bear monsters, looking to be cubs and both in striped shirts, tossed snowballs at each other from behind a couple of trees. A hippo-looking monster stepped out of the library, a pile of books in her arms. Close by the inn and the shop, two snowdrakes met up…one with a pair of dorky square glasses that Frisk thought they recognized. He presented the other with a bisicle, and must have made some joke about it, as the other snowdrake giggled at him. The dog was right…for just a minute, it was nice to stop and watch.

Frisk sighed. “You really are the greatest dog.”