Sans was watching the play, very enticed with the story and the actors on the stage.

It was shocking to him how he had never seen this way of the story before.

Of course, he never read the book, but he knew the story well enough that he thought he wouldn't need to.

Though as he watched it preformed on stage, all his attention was captured, and he could only wish to anticipate what came next.

He wore the same interested expression as Papyrus did, both of them unblinking with the fear of missing one second of the show.

When Gaster noticed Sans's pulled in gaze, he couldn't stop himself from shaking his head and smiling, which Sans didn't notice from taking in the show.

Gaster decided that because his sons were busy watching the program, he would have to be the one watching for suspicious characters.

After the scene was over, and the next one began, Sans thought over what had previously happened.

Although he would never admit it to anyone, Sans's favorite character was the whore Lucy.

Instead of having her be his favorite for her, seductive behavior and her beautiful body, he actually enjoyed her for her intense character struggles.

He felt as if she didn't deserve all the terrible experiences she had been put through, and he was preying on his soul that she would be alright by the end of the play.

(It is too bad honestly that he doesn't know)

Struggle was something he could relate to, and he felt suddenly protective over Lucy.

Yet that was the least of his worries, and as he continued watching, his mind flicked away from Lucy, and to Frisk who was still sitting in the front row.

Beside her was a man with longish brown hair and a face that seemed to be carved from stone, causing Sans to look twice and make sure he was real.

The color of the man's tan skin was real enough, and Sans began to wonder why he looked twice.

It couldn't have been the contour of the man's face, or the stone eyes that stared to the stage with intense focus.

So what had made him check twice?

Frisk had no knowledge of Sans watching her at that moment, and her mind wasn't focused much on the play either.

All her thoughts were racing with what she could possible do at the end of the play.

Then she realized there was nothing he could actually do to her with the crowd of people around them.

Truly all she would need to do is stay with the people, and be sure to never be alone with the man beside her.

'Simple enough,' She thought to herself while sitting a bit more comfortably in the chair, 'I will just leave with the others. He wouldn't be able to do anything to me.'

Except then she had to wonder what she would do once she was at home.

If Capture sent someone after her in the theatre, then he must know where she was.

Could that mean he knew where she lived? Or what she was doing?

Frisk was so caught up on these thoughts that she hardly noticed the lights turn back on and the clapping of the audience.

When she did realize, she was relieved it was only the intermission.

The man beside her turned to face her as others stood from their seats and chatted away.

Frisk didn't speak or stand up.

Instead she stared at the stage and waited for the lights to go off again, letting her mind continue with its thoughts.

"Do you not need to used the ladies room?" The man asked, snapping her from her daze.

Turning to him, Frisk shook her head and smiled before answering, "No, actually. I'm quite alright. Not an appropriate thing to ask though."

Without a smile or even a small change of his stone face, he asked, "Not hungry either? I would expect you to need something after an hour and a half."

Once again Frisk shook her head, and she thought it pathetic that he was trying to get her alone during the intermission.

Did he really think she was that stupid?

Perhaps he was just messing with her, and knew that she honestly wouldn't follow him, yet had fun in trying anyways.

"You aren't really going to sit here and wait for thirty minutes until the show starts again, are you?" he questioned, looking back at the stage that now had the curtains drawn.

"I am," Frisk clarified.

"Well then," the man let out a small sigh and continued, "I'll make the wait a bit shorter for you. Why don't I start some friendly conversation?"

Shaking her head Frisk laid back in her chair, feeling trapped in the velvet seat with the man still sitting beside her.

"He won't give up will he," Frisk thought to herself as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "Is his job really that important to him? What is his motivation?"

"If you want information," she said blankly, "I'm not giving you any. Not with that microphone attached to your collar."

The man hardly moved his eyes away from Frisk to look at the small bump that was barely noticeable on his white collar, before he looked back at her and tried to hide his bewilderment.

"You might as well go get something to eat or use the restroom," Frisk continued, satisfied with her quick thinking, "I'm sure it would be better then sitting here trying to get information from me."

With his stone lips trying to hold back a smile, the man simply replied as he shuffled his comfort, "Actually you seem quite fond of giving out information, I'm sure you'll let a few things slip."

Frisk took note of this, and tried to keep it in her head, determined to make sure she wouldn't let something slip.

"Besides I wasn't going to ask anything personal," he continued, watching as someone passed by, "I was only going to start a friendly conversation."

"Let me start it for you," Frisk interrupted, glaring, "I have never seen you at Cortex before, and I've been working there since I was twenty and have been there for five years, knowing most anyone who's worked there except Capture himself."

The man waited and listened to what she had to say, and Frisk was fine with giving out that information, sure he must already know if Capture had sent him.

"So my question is," Frisk continued, "Who are you?"

Meanwhile Gaster was still seated in the booth that overlooked the audience and stage, while his sons rushed to the bathroom.

His eyes watched the people who went in, and out.

There was no point in searching for any suspicious subjects, because he already knew they were going to capture Frisk, and he knew they would need to do it after the show.

His son knew of this as well, and was already prepared to catch her, shove her in their black car while Gaster himself drove the car in a get away.

Except something was itching the back of his mind, and he couldn't stop himself from looking at her once again from the curiosity their plan would still work, even if there were a few pot holes along the way.

When he caught by sight of the man speaking with Frisk, he suddenly felt himself irritated to begin ignorant about what they were saying.

If this plan worked, he would find out anyway, so it wasn't important at the moment.

Once they caught Frisk they could ask her whatever they wanted.

He knew Sans would do a fine job, and Asgore would be proud enough to let them ask anything.

Yet he knew they would have to wait.

And he was terribly impatient.

"Looks like we were right about Frisk. She hasn't really left Cortex," Gaster said as his sons returned, motioning to Frisk who was still talking with the man beside her.

When Sans looked he could see her smile slightly and noticed how quickly she was speaking.

It was usually the way she spoke when she was proving how smart she was.

Her eyes lighting up, her posture almost perfect, her mouth unstuttering and strong in each word.

Oh he knew that look too well and he had to stop himself from getting angry at the fact she had tricked him in the library.

Except Sans wouldn't accept it, and he shook his head,

"No... I could tell she wasn't there anymore... and I know there is something else about that man... perhaps he is from Cortex..."

He had to admit how suspicious it looked, and he knew that they were probably compromising together.

Although Frisk and the man weren't compromising at all.

In fact, the moment Sans looked down at them was the moment the man had answered Frisk in a blank tone.

"I thought we weren't asking personal questions," he said looking at her with his stone brown skeptical eyes.

"I said I wouldn't answer any personal questions, I can ask whatever I want," Frisk explained with a small smile, which was foolish because although Sans couldn't hear them, he could see them quite well, and was trying to base their conversation on how they acted.

"Well..." the man sighed with boredom, "A very boring question... simple."

"Then you'll have no problem answering I'm sure," Frisk said quickly, letting her words flow with ease, hoping the time would last longer if she did.

"I don't have a problem. You deserve to know, since you'll be coming with me later."

"I wouldn't be so sure on your job. It won't be so easy."

"I beg to differ."

"Why's that?"

The man had to hold back a twitching smile and he continued to keep his face stone as he answered, "Now there is nothing you can do with my information I suppose... except give it to the police. But they already know."

The comment was confusing to Frisk, and she began to grow irritated with the lack of information.

She hated confusion.

Except she kept silent, and clenched her jaw to keep her mouth shut from asking anymore questions.

"My name is Jonathan Mart. I am an important member of Cortex."

"In what way?" Frisk cursed her curiosity for getting the best of her, yet somehow she didn't care.

She thought the information would be useful somehow.

Yet if she shouldn't bother taking it to the police, then who could she take to?

It didn't matter at the time. All she needed to do was listen to him.

"That's where we get personal," he continued, "I could possibly tell you once you are back in Capture's clutches."

Remembering Cortex filled Frisk with a sickening feeling, and her smile fell into a pale gaze, her eyes reflecting the fear.

Sans caught notice to this, and his curiosity peaked with his focus forced to her.

"That won't happen Johnathan," Frisk argued quickly, her voice tense and stiff, "You are underestimating me, and overestimating your skill."

"Oh that's what you think? I am the best there is, and that is why Capture came looking for me again."

"Came looking for you? Again? What is that supposed to mean?!"

Frisk voice was getting louder, and Johnathan held his finger to his stiff stone lips before glancing around for anyone who could be listening, except most people nearby were gone in the bathrooms or getting food.

"Only time will tell," he replied, irritation poking Frisk's stomach, "Right now... that is not important."

As the lights dimmed and people returned to their seats, Jonathan laid back comfortably and continued watching the show.

Frisk could see he was very patient, except she wasn't, and she tried desperately to think of what she could do.

She tried to think of something.

Capture would not get a hold of her this time.

Sans glanced at the fading lights, and then back at Frisk and the man who had stopped talking.

One more hour until their plan was put into action, and Sans could hardly wait.

Though it didn't stop him from crying a bit when Lucy was killed.

Even after all she had been through, she still didn't have a happy ending.

He hoped he could have it different.

Frisk on the other hand was so strung up in how to escape Jonathan, she couldn't enjoy the play or portrayed acting.

In fact, she hardly noticed the ending.

As everyone clapped and cheered and the actors bowed, Frisk was still staring off before her mind suddenly snapped into place.

The moment it snapped, was the moment Johnathan placed a rough grip on her upper arm, standing her up with him, along with the standing ovation.

Frisk longed to have watched what the standing ovation was for.

Except she had more important matters, and she watched as the crowd began leaving and talking about the performance, Johnathan taking her with them.

Sans noticed this before his family, and without an explanation, he rushed from the booth and down to where the crowd was flooding out.

"SANS?" Papyrus asked as he ran out.

Though Sans didn't answer. He knew this was his moment to strike, and for a moment he wondered if he was right about Frisk telling the truth.

Why would that man apprehend her like that?

Though it didn't matter.

All that matter was getting the job done.

Frisk was letting Johnathan pull her as long as they were in the crowd, but her hand was itching to grab the knife hidden under her dress.

'No,' she thought to herself with a blank stare as Johnathan tugged her along, 'be patient, you are safe right now.'

Even with the thought in her head Frisk still felt uneasy about going back to Cortex after she prayed she would never have to again.

To Frisk's luck, (although she wouldn't have thought so) Sans was close behind, slipping past people on the crowd and getting closer to where they were.

By the time he reached Frisk, she was already trying to think of a plan to get out of the situation.

All her thoughts were put to a pause when she heard the familiar voice suddenly say casually, "There you are!"

Tensening at the sound, and Sans's hand that suddenly gripped her other upper arm, Frisk looked up to see him smiling ear to ear with casual enjoyment.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," he said, almost like a worried parent.

The whole attempt was stupid, and Frisk was irritated that he probably was making this up as he went along without any planning or thinking at all.

Though Johnathan's stone eyes seemed displeased, and he looked at Sans blankly as he said, "I will politely ask you to let go, as you already know why I am here. It wouldn't be smart to get in the way of my work."

"Sans..." Frisk mumbled angrily, still holding her fury at never being able to pin his information down.

As he ignored her, Sans smiled at Johnathan and shrugged, "Yeah I guess not. But I'm not really smart in general so this is nothing."

Sans then ripped out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Johnathan, who wouldn't even flinch in the sight of it.

Frisk did, and she was more shocked than afraid.

"Sans what are you doing?!" She asked, cross and slightly confused on why he was helping her.

Which made her anger worse.

"You can't shoot that here!" She continued, hating how illogical he was being.

"Sure I can, watch," Sans claimed as he shrugged, pulling the trigger to the gun.

After the gunshot there was alarmed gasps and sounds of shock from everyone around, who went silent and turned to face the source of the sound.

Unfortunately for Frisk, and luckily for Johnathan, he wasn't hit.

In fact, because of Sans's shrug, the gun had only shot the ceiling, causing nothing but alarm for everyone around.

The scary thing for Frisk, is that even with the gunshot, Johnathan hardly reacted at all, still staring at Sans like a stone statue unable to move.

Sans was still smiling ear from ear, and Frisk looked at him with the shock she had felt when he pulled the trigger.

As soon as the panicked screaming started from everyone that rushed past the three, calling the cops and trying to find a way out, away from the skeleton with the gun; Sans took his chance and yanked Frisk from Johnathan's grip, and rushed through the panicked crowd with her.

"Unhand me!" Frisk demanded as she struggled to get her upper arm from his grasp.

Instead of replying with words, Sans gave her only a wicked smile and continued to pull her along, hoping his father and brother were already outside with the car.

"Why on the bloody Earth would you do something like that?!" Frisk shouted through the screams, and now the sirens of police cars that were coming closer to the theater, "Look at what you've done! You could have hit someone, and what's worse- you've caused panic!"

"That's worse?" Sans grinned and yanked her to the back door that lead into an alleyway, where his father and Papyrus would be bringing the car.

Being in Sans clutches was bad enough, but Frisk felt infuriated that he was now arguing with her intelligence.

"Yes! Panic is problematic for the brain! If people have a fragile mind then they might have post traumatic stress after what you just pulled!"

"I only pulled a trigger dolly," Sans chuckled as he shoved her through the door, checking behind to make sure the man wasn't close behind, "No one is gonna have nightmares about a trigger."

"They could!" Frisk yelled, struggling against his bone grip that was squeezing her skin, "And I'm taking about the gun shot! The police will be here and they will be looking for you!"

Just as Sans had predicated, Gaster was honking his horn in the ally with the car running and the lights stinging their eyes.

As he pulled her to the car, Frisk tried to punch and kick him, which he quickly dodged and got so annoyed with, he ended up just picking her up and throwing he over his shoulder while carrying her to the car.

"Look, the police have been looking for me... for a long time now. And they ain't got nothin on me. I own this city."

Frisk struggled more and hit his back while kicking her legs with anger, annoyed with the sounds all around her that were clouding her thoughts.

"That's not very comforting!" She shouted as he shoved her into the car, her body falling into Papyrus who was sitting politely with his legs crossed, his back straight, and his hands clasped together on his knee.

"OH! HELLO!" He said to the bewildered Frisk who was too shocked to move as Sans slide in and shut the door, moving her sprawled legs out of the way so he could sit.

"SANS? IS THE HUMAN COMING WITH US? I THOUGHT SHE WORKED FOR CORTEX."

"Cortex?!" Frisk yelled in anger as she lifted her head to look at Sans, puzzled on why he had told them she worked for Cortex.

Except Sans was too busy arguing with Gaster who was backing up the car quickly, just as Johnathan burst through the door to the theater, his face empty of emotion, yet his hands holding a gun.

"I thought we were going to do this in a discrete manner Sans!" Gaster yelled over the gun shots that Johnathan made and the sirens of the police cars, along with the screeching of the car wheels, "What happened in there?!"

Sans tried to steady himself in the back seat, but pretty soon him, Frisk, and Papyrus were sprawled all over each other, Frisk kicking and struggling to get out or at least untangled.

"Well ya see," Sans said with a smile in his voice as the car swerved onto the road, Gaster driving swiftly as Johnathan continued to shoot, running after the car, "That's a funny story. Will have to tell you about it sometime."

Gaster growled under his breath, "I can not believe you sometimes Sans," and before Frisk could say anything at all, he ordered, "Bind her."

Doing as ordered Sans began to tie up Frisk, first by gagging her as she tried to yell and argue, full of rage and confusion.

As he binded her thrashing legs and her sprawling arms, he argued with Gaster, "It ain't a big deal pops! I got the chick and that's all you wanted me to do!"

"I didn't want you to make a scene!" Gaster argued back, police car sirens drifting behind them, and the gunshots stopped.

Though he still moved around the other cars in the darkness with swift skill and perfection.

Frisk tried to escape the binds for about a moment, before she realized that even if she did escape the binds, (which she could do) there would be no where for her to go. It would be better to escape somewhere safer.

Besides, she didn't know why they wanted her.

Perhaps they were trying to help her get away from Cortex.

'Stupid' she thought to herself after she finally stopped her struggle, 'Don't be stupid, Frisk.'

Sans let out an angry noise as his reply to Gaster, and Papyrus looked at him puzzled for a moment.

"SANS?" He questioned while glancing at Frisk with concern, "WHY HAVE WE TIED THE HUMAN UP? IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?"

"No Papyrus it's just a game," he lied as he slammed into the side door from Gaster making a sharp turn as they headed to their secret quarters.

"OH," Papyrus said, looking at Frisk who had rage and confusion in her eyes.

After a moment, he asked through the chaos, "WELL HOW DO WE WIN? IS THE HUMAN WINNING? SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE REALLY WANTS TO WIN-"

"Not now Papyrus!" Sans yelled at him, trying to stabilize Frisk in a seatbelt, along with himself.

Papyrus huffed angrily and folded his arms before pushing himself back into his chair.

After years of studying the two, Frisk would have never thought Papyrus to be innocent.

But as she watched the scene play out, she wondered if she had everything wrong.

She always did with Sans and Papyrus.

She could never pin anything on them.

Not even Papyrus. Sans was awfully good at hiding information, even information that wasn't his own.

Finally, after Gaster slowed down a bit, and the heavy breathing stopped, the car was calm.

Except Frisk's heart was still racing.

After her conversation in the library with Sans, she hardly expected anything to happen.

And if she did, she defiantly didn't expect to be kidnapped.

Not only that, but her curiosity on Johnathan was now added to the curious situation already.

Confusion was what Frisk hated most, and curiosity was her curse.

Lucky for her, Papyrus asked a question that had been on her mind for a long time.

"WHERE ARE WE TAKING THE HUMAN SANS?"

Sans, worn out from before and causing a lot of tense energy in the car between him and his father, looked at his brother with a sigh and replied, "Back to base."

"AND... WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH HER? CONTINUE PLAYING THIS GAME?"

"No. When we get back, Asgore chooses the game."

Frisk finally knew where she was going, and she gulped at the thought of meeting Asgore after being kidnapped.

There was honestly nothing she could do to prevent it, so she let the car ride last and let her mind try to ease.

Yet even as she tried, she couldn't stop her mind from thinking.

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A/N: I. AM. SORRY.

I AM TERRIBLY SORRY.

BUT I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH THE REAL BOOK I WISH TO WRITE THAT I HAVE HSRDLY HAD ANY TIME FOR THIS.

THE BEGINNING STARTS OFF VERY SLOW, AND I APOLOGIZE.

BUT NEXT CHAPTER IS WHEN SHE ACTUALLY GETS TO THE UNDERGROUND AND THINGS HAPPEN AND SANS LIKE "EXCUSE ME BISH U CAN'T ASSIGN ME TO-" AND THEN ASGORE LIKE, "WHATEVER BOI U DO AS I SAY" AND SANS LIKE "FINE TRU DAT."

... so yeah.

I really am sorry.

BUT I PROMISED YOU!

I DON'T. GIVE. UP.

Also chapters in the beginning are quite long, like... 4000 words. I hope they get shorter yikes.

ANYWAY.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND KINDESS!

IT IS HONESTLY WHAT IS KEEPING ME GOING NO JOKE THANK YOU

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