*Third POV*

Already so bewildered with the thought of Frisk leaving Cortex, Sans found himself unable to comprehend what his brother was saying to him while they drove to the theater with Gaster that night.

What really puzzled him about the whole thing, is that each time he had seen Frisk at Cortex, or working, she had always looked willing to do so.

Yet when she was speaking to him in the library, she sounded almost relieved that she had quit.

He wondered for a moment what Cortex thought of the whole thing, and he tried to imagine Frisk acting like an angst teen leaving her parents house to live on her own.

This caused Sans to smile a bit and breath out a short chuckle, which caught his younger brother's attention in the seat next to him.

"SANS?" Papyrus asked in a cautious voice, turning to face Sans with curiosity, "WHAT IS SO FUNNY? DID I SAY SOMETHING FUNNY?"

Flicking from his amused daze Sans turned to face his brother, giving him a large grin as he said, "You tell me, I wasn't listening."

"SANS!" Papyrus let out an angry huff and folded his arms as he sat back in his chair.

Though Sans only replied in a chuckle, knowing that Papyrus could never hold a grudge or any anger that was truly serious.

Which was true, because after one moment of Sans's glee, Papyrus said, "I WAS ONLY ASKING ABOUT WHY WE WERE GOING TO THE THEATER. IS THERE SOMEONE WE NEED TO TALK TO?"

Trying to fight the urge to roll his eyes, knowing Papyrus never really hurt anyone, he only interrogated them, Sans looked out the window to his right and replied, "Na Paps. Just going out with the family for old times."

Gaster peeked back in the review mirror at his sons, and then back at the road as he interrupted, "Is that what this is about? I thought you told me Asgore had some data on Cortex that he wanted us to investigate there."

Papyrus whipped around to face his brother and Sans shrugged, "Tomato tomato, same thing really."

Gaster shook his head and smiled slightly as he continued driving the slick black luxury vehicle to the rich crowded theater.

Once they got inside and to their seats, which were positioned on the high booths with a table and four velvet chairs, they all sat down and got their selves comfortable, looking down at the stage and audience.

Sans's eyes scanned the people who were finding their seats, and he caught his mind wandering off to what the play was about anyway.

Did they even know?

All he knew was Asgore's orders on finding the information on Cortex, and any suspicious characters that came in.

Yet so far Sans could see no one out of the ordinary, so he turned back to his companions and grabbed the menu to see if there was something he could munch on while he waited.

"LOOK SANS LOOK!" Papyrus pointed sharply over the edge, his voice louder than Sans would have hoped for, "ISN'T THAT THE WOMAN FROM CORTEX?"

Both Sans and Gaster peered over the edge, their curiosity reaching it's peak as they searched the crowd.

Sans was the first to see her, and when his eyes laid on Frisk as she sat down in the front row, wearing a tight black dress, he couldn't hold in a small huff of interest.

"Didn't know dolly liked the theater," he said as Gaster continued searching.

"Who are you two looking at?" Gaster asked curiously, his eyes scanning the crowd, "The woman who worked for Cortex?"

Turning his father's face to the girl, Sans explained, "Her. Frisk. Except we don't need to worry about her, I caught her in the library today saying she no longer worked for Cortex."

"WHICH LIBRARY?" Papyrus asked as he turned to his brother, Gaster still watching Frisk.

"Old Jeeves's library. The... The Avalon Library I think? Doesn't matter. It wasn't important," Sans said as he shoved away the thought of Frisk in Cortex, opening the menu again.

"Are you sure it was The Avalon Library?" Gaster asked, still peering over the edge at Frisk.

"Yeah sure, whatever- Why does it matter anyway?! She doesn't work for Cortex anymore."

"I am just saying, don't you think it is a little suspicious that she still is trying to find knowledge even though she doesn't work for Cortex?" Gaster pointed out as he finally faced his son, sitting back on the chair to relax, reading the menu as well.

Sans hesitated at the thought, and he sighed shaking his head.

"No... no because she said she wasn't interested in anything I had to say, and that Cortex is searching for her," he continued in defence. "Besides it might be a good thing. Now she won't be hounding our tails for information."

Papyrus looked up from his own menu and pointed out, "BUT WHAT IF SHE WAS LYING THE WHOLE TIME? WHAT IF SHE'S AT THE THEATRE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT ACTING?"

That statement earned a soft chuckle from Gaster and an annoyed eye roll from Sans.

"I still feel like she was telling the truth," he said, finally finding something he liked on the menu, "I could tell if someone was honest or not."

"NO I CAN!" Papyrus claimed looking at his brother furiously, "CAUSE THAT'S MY JOB! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN JOB SANS!"

Smiling a bit Sans bit his tongue from telling Papyrus anyone could do interrogation, and instead he turned to the waiter who had finally come out.

Once Sans ordered a bottle of katchup and the other two ordered, his eyes peered back over the edge at Frisk who was watching the stage.

His thoughts on her took a sudden turn, and he wondered if perhaps Gaster and Papyrus were right about the whole thing.

Standing up, Gaster dusted himself off for a second before notifying his sons, "I will be back shortly, I just need to relieve myself."

"Geez thanks for the information," Sans rolled his eyes and grinned at his father; taking satisfaction when he glared and walked off.

"SANS," Papyrus said with a small sigh, "GIVE HIM A BREAK SOMETIMES."

Sans smiled to himself and went back to looking over the stage for anyone who could be suspicious.

Except he could see nothing, but the filling crowds of people in the theatre.

Frisk, on the other hand, was thinking of the book she had borrowed from the library, and what notes she would need to take about it.

For a moment, she wondered why she still needed to take notes.

'Just a pathetic habit,' she thought to herself in spite, 'All because of that nagging job...'

It wasn't that Frisk didn't enjoy learning, or even writing down all the knowledge she obtained.

(Of course, she did enjoy that, strangely enough)

The thing she didn't like, was the fact it was forced out of her by the members of Cortex, and Capture himself.

Capture, or, The King Of Cortex, used many nicknames in his favor, preferring to never give his real name.

It was smart of him, and Capture was his favorite, mostly because it described him perfectly.

He always found a way to capture those who bothered him, or affected him in some way. Then, he would punish them terribly, use them, or kill them.

Some say death was the best route.

Among the few who said that was Frisk herself.

'No,' she told herself as she opened the pamphlet to the play, trying to distract her mind, 'Do not think of them. No more.'

As she distracted her mind, she paid no attention to the man who sat next to her, his stone like eyes staring at the stage with anticipation.

When Frisk wouldn't notice his existence, he asked quietly, "I do not mean to bother you... But do you know what this play is about?"

Frisk jolted at his voice and felt her heart skip a beat for a moment as she looked at him before she chuckled nervously and placed her hand on her heart from relief.

"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't notice you there!" She explained with a small smile as she looked at the man with brown hair in a slightly long style, his stubble beard spread in a wide smile like his lips, "I think it's that... novel? Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?"

"Ah yes," the man cooed with an enjoyable smile, "Alan Grant, that was the author right?"

Frisk nodded and found pleasure in talking with the man who seemed to be a bookworm, just like her; though she still didn't know who she was speaking with.

(Not that she needed to anyway)

"Indeed. A famous novel, I wanted to see how it was portrayed from a director's view and how actors would perform the dictation. I presume it is different from how I read the book."

The man chuckled, and the sound cut Frisk off, her face sheepish and her head shrinking back into her shoulders with slight blush dusting her cheeks.

"Oh..." she continued as he laughed a bit, "I'm sorry. I ramble on a lot about... things..."

"Quite intelligent aren't you?" He said, softening the mood and laying back in his chair, his stone brown eyes watching the empty stage again. "Would be a shame if it fell into the wrong hands."

Frisk blushed with pride in her stomach, and she smiled warmly at him, feeling herself slipping away into the conversation.

"Yes. Though I have nothing to worry about," she said, getting herself comfortable as the stage lit up and the lights dimmed.

The man beside her looked to the stage but continued in a questioning quiet voice, "Why do you sound so sure?"

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?"

The man glanced at her by flicking his eyes to the side, his hand clenching suddenly.

Frisk didn't seem to notice and she smiled as the play began, and the audience quieted.

Sans was watching as well, and when they stated the program he sighed in almost annoyance, just as Gaster returned to his seat.

"What is the matter? Have you found something?" He asked, whispering so Papyrus could enjoy the show.

"I've already heard this story before. The one with the guy who drinks the serum then has two split personalities, one bad and the other normal. I don't know why anyone comes to this show if they already know the story," Sans complained as he leaned his elbow on the table, his chin resting in his hand.

Across from him, Papyrus was fully engaged with the characters and colors on the stage, listening to every word that was said.

Gaster continued whispering to Sans, and made sure to keep his voice low.

"Some people would like to see how others see the story... they like to see it changed up a bit."

With a small grumble, Sans replied, "I don't see why. Same story, same ending. No diversity."

"There doesn't need to be," Gaster argued, taking a moment to thank the waiter after he brought their food, "Other people might enjoy the story whether they've heard it one thousand times, or not at all."

Before Sans could protest Papyrus turned around for a split second and pressed his finger to his mouth as he hissed, "SHHH! I'M TRYING TO WATCH!"

Knowing they would possibly obey him, Papyrus whipped back around and continued to watch the show.

Sans grumbled again and put his eyes back on the crowd, ignoring his father's satisfied smile.

Where Frisk was, the world seemed unaware of the man's hand slipping into the pocket of his formal coat, his empty eyes watching the stage yet his mind sticking to his plan.

As the play went on, Frisk fell deeper and deeper into the story, pulled in my the words and fascinated by the performance.

In fact, she was so sucked in, she hardly realized that the man next to her pulled a small black gun from his pocket and slipped his hand under the arm of his chair and poked it into Frisk's side, causing her to jolt slightly from shock.

Except the shock didn't last long, and her softened eyes remained on the stage before her as she waited for the man to speak.

He did, and he said in a dark stone voice, "Do everything I say, and you may leave out of here alive."

"Unwise to bring a gun," she replied simply and quietly, not bothering to look at the man as she spoke, "Would cause a lot of attention and quite a stir of the audience if it happened to go off."

Before he could speak again, Frisk continued in the same blank and whispering tone, "A knife would have been easier to use and the only sound would be my scream and the cutting of flesh, which could be easy to cover up if we weren't surrounded by people. So I suppose that wouldn't work either."

When she finished, the stranger glanced at her sideways with his stone eyes glinting in slight humor as he said, "Still so smart, even in the face of death? I can see why they want you so badly."

"I can't see why they sent you," She said, still holding her voice in a whisper, determined not to disturb others, "You don't seem to have your head on straight."

"Now what could you mean by that?"

"Bringing a gun was your first fault. You could disturb a lot of people, and cause much attention to yourself."

The man's eyes flicked back to the people on stage as he whispered, "Then I suppose you will be considerate and do as I say instead of disturbing these kind people."

"Isn't my choice to make," Frisk clarified, still keeping her voice calm and logical, "Which brings me to your second fault. If you are working for Cortex, then I am sure they want you to do your work secretly. You wouldn't want to cause any attention to yourself."

The man frowned and his face returned to its stone like gaze as he whispered, "So... What's your conclusion then?"

"You can't hurt me until the end of the performance. So I am safe."

Frisk of course, knew about this the entire time from the moment he had sat next to her.

But remembering these little facts she had no worry for herself, except that these little facts did cause her to dread the end of the program, and she quickly tried to think of what she could do as she continued speaking with the man beside her.

"After the performance," he said calmly, not even fazed with the points she was making, "I can do whatever I like. I suggest you take my offer, and do as I say."

"Actually," Frisk continued quietly, enjoying the fact she was already outsmarting a man that worked at Cortex, "Because you were hired by Cortex then you were hired to collect me, not kill me. They don't want me dead, so if you killed me, that would be another, more permanent, fault."

The man considered this, and was quite impressed she already knew where he was from and what he was doing. He then shrugged his broad shoulders and mumbled, "As long as you are alive, I can hurt you in any way I please."

This caused Frisk to hesitate, and the man glanced at her eyes that stared at the stage now wide with realization.

"... Quite so..." she accepted, still staring forward, "As long as you don't damage my brain..."

Taking his win, the man pulled away the gun and slide it back into his coat pocket before whispering, "I didn't plan to. Except hurting you elsewhere, will be easy enough."

"You will have to wait," Frisk said.

"I am very patient," replied the man.

They both quieted and continued watching the show.

Except Frisk was no longer enjoying the program as she realized he could hurt her however he wished, as long as it didn't damage her wit.

As she worried, she couldn't think of any way she could escape the situation.

All she could do, was watch Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and prey that she would come up with something before the end.

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A/N: Hello my dear fransfans!

It is I!

I HAVE RETURNED!

I'm sorry I was gone, but my birthday was this weekend.

And this month was SOOOOOOO busy!

BUT I AM STILL HERE!

I hope you enjoyed the chappie!

I will post again as soon as I can! I promise!

What do you think of the book so far?

Of course it starts off slow, and I apologize if you do not like it.

I do enjoy writing though!

And I hope you enjoy reading it.

THANK YOU all so much for your support!

I LOVE YOU ALL YAYYYY

OKAY BYE

*SPOILERS*

JOHNATHAN (Obviously) IS GONNA **#@$ BY THE END OF THE PLAY AND SANS WILL #%@^!%#%# BECAUSE #@$%@ WILL BE @%@^!&@ SO PAPY COMES UP WITH A GREAT !%#$

That's all.