Black screen.

[I think not all of these tapes from the safe are mainly from me. One of them is from Mettaton of the time of our meeting.]

The camera cuts on. Mettaton is holding the camera in front of him, closing the car door behind him. He looks at the camera once, briefly, before turning it around to reveal that he was at Rosswood park. Sans's car was parked next to his.

Sans can be seen ahead, propped against one of the few trees in the middle of the clearing. Mettaton walks straight towards him, the camera shifting as he walks. When he gets closer, Sans becomes more inside of view. He's breathing heavily. The skeleton was out of breath.

"In the forest," Sans mumbled, catching his breath. "I threw my camera at it."

"The Operator? It's in the woods?" Mettaton asked.

Sans nodded, hugging his knees to his chest as he leaned further against the tree. "About a mile in, but yeah."

"What were you doing a mile into the woods?"

"I got bored of waiting for you. You didn't tell me what time to be here! I decided to look around and got kinda lost."

"Do you at least have the camera?"

Sans gave the camera Mettaton was holding a look. "I threw it."

"So the camera is a mile into the woods?" Mettaton asked in disbelief, sounding annoyed.

"Yeah, it's called self defense," Sans said.

Mettaton exhaled, the camera turning to the left away from Sans towards their parked cars. "Come on, let's go."

They both started walking, the grass lightly crunching under their feet. More birds chirped in the distance.

"I don't know where Frisk and Papyrus went," Mettaton told Sans, "They both went missing a couple of days ago. It's why I called you. I'm trying to find them."

"And you didn't call me immediately after because?" Sans asked.

"I thought they were hiding somewhere together, but after a couple of days I realized they hadn't come back so I called you."

The arrived at their cars.

"Okay, at least you told me," Sans said, "But first I think we should go find a hotel and go somewhere more safe. I don't want to sleep in my car tonight."

"Follow me, I know a couple of hotels nearby, we can book some rooms and talk," Mettaton said, going around to his car.

Sans was standing next to his own car, but he wasn't getting inside. Instead, he was looking through the window.

"Not again," Sans mumbled.

"What is it?" Mettaton huffed.

"My camera, the one I threw. It's in the car now."

The video cuts out there.