*Third POV*

"You failed!" Capture's voice raged through the dark room at Johnathan who was standing at the wooden door, flinching slightly at the sound.

"Sir let me explain-" he tried, taking a step inside and looked at the furious figure with caution.

"No!" Capture cut him off with a swipe of his arm, and glared at Johnathan fiercely, "Let me remind you what is at stake here..."

Staring in horror as Capture pulled a picture from his coat pocket, holding it up so it could be in clear sight, Johnathan felt his breath struggle to escape his lungs, and he knew it wasn't just the smoke from the fireplace.

"I am trying, sir," he said, almost as if he was pleading, "But the Underground got a hold of her too quickly, it was unpredictable what they would do."

"Wrong, Johnathan," Capture growled as his fingers clung to the picture tighter, the smiling young girl on the front crumbling at his grip, "They are predictable. I told you what they were doing. I always know what they are doing."

Still staring at the picture, Johnathan didn't move a muscle, afraid that if he did, something terrible would happen to the girl in the photograph.

"Do..." he started, his stone eyes unblinking and his chest tightening from worry, "Do they know about you yet?"

Capture turned to face the fire, his eyes staring into it as his hand twirled the golden coin, the other clinging to the photo.

"They are getting close..." he sneered, his voice tense and angry.

Johnathan simply nodded, and his stone eyes were still attached to the picture, his body stiff and unmoving.

Capture continued darkly, "Which is why I need that girl... and I can't afford to have you fail again."

As Capture tightened his fist around the picture (so tightly his hand began shaking in rage) Johnathan's stone eyes suddenly filled with worry and he reached forward as if he could stop the picture from crumbling.

"No please!" He pleaded as Capture glanced back at him behind his black fedora, "Give me one last chance! I can catch her I swear! You know where she is. So tell me, and I will retrieve her."

Capture snarled and continued clinging to the picture as he growled, "She is in The Underground's mansion. Find her there."

"Sir, with all do respect," Johnathan said cautiously, eyeing the picture with the knowledge that with one word Capture could have his daughter dead, "The mansion has five floors, and over 150 rooms... how do you expect me to find her so easily?"

"I know the room she is in!" Capture shouted, gripping the picture so tightly Johnathan felt as if his heart might stop, "On the fifth floor, highest off the ground, with only the elevator for entrance. It is where most sleeping quarters are. She is in the room with no windows, except there is a vent under her dresser, I'm sure you can get her that way."

Johnathan nodded once, and decided it best not to ask how Capture knows all that.

Though he did ask, "Why couldn't you catch her yourself? You have the ability, and more oppertunities..."

Capture growled low, "You fool... If I blow my cover, it's all over for Cortex... I have to keep my place in The Underground, so I need you to collect her."

"What about... you being assigned to-"

Capture cut him off with a twitching grin and a grip of the photo, glancing behind him at the terrified man.

"You don't need to worry about me... worry about your job, and I'll worry about mine."

Johnathan nodded again, and turned back to stone as he walked out.

"And, Johnathan," Capture called back, causing him to pause and turn his head to the side.

"Just to make sure you don't forget..." Capture tossed the picture into the fire, and it crackled in the flames.

Johnathan stared with stone horror as the corners of the photo shriveled and the smiling face of his daughter, the sparkling brown eyes of Arianna, shriveled and burned into ash.

Capture sneered and said, "I expect you wont fail me again..."

Johnathan lingered for a moment longer before rushing out the door and shutting it forcefully.

He knew that he would go in two days, and he wasn't going to let his daughter shrivel and burn like her photo in the fireplace.

He was ready.

He was prepared.

He was determined.

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When Frisk had awoken, her mind was already racing with thoughts.

They were actually on the dream she had, about Jeeves standing at the doors to the library and cutting her library card in half, the sound slicing through Frisk's ears. 

Even though it was a short dream, Frisk didn't wake up for a few hours.

When she did, she sat up quickly, heaving breath and placing a hand on her chest as if trying to calm it down.

Remembering that her library card was at home, (along with the book she needed to return) Frisk realized she had two weeks to get out of The Underground head quarters (wherever that may be) and turn in that book.

It was bad enough that she couldn't finish it and take notes.

Now she was going to be banned from the library, her favorite one.

'That can't be your biggest worry right now,' She scolded herself, sighing and rubbing her eyes, 'You were kidnapped by a large crime gang, and are thinking about your library book fees.'

She had to admit, it was silly of her to be worrying about it.

Except it rested on her mind like the other things she was trying to think about.

First things were first: She would need to find a way to escape.

She was no longer curious about their intentions with her, and she knew quite well what they wanted to do with her.

All they wanted was her information.

It was all anyone wanted.

It was also something she was used to, so she didn't think much about it as she stood up from the bed and looked at the wrinkled black dress she was wearing.

Turning to the dresser, she walked over and pulled it open, surprised to see clothing that fit her size, neatly folded and organized.

Of course, as Frisk thought about it, she realized this meant that they had measured her size possibly while she was sleeping, and they then went out and bought her different outfits.

It was disgusting to think about, and Frisk felt horrible for even thinking about changing into the clothing. Yet she also felt as if wearing new clothes would feel better than the fancy tight dress she was wearing now.

So, despite herself, Frisk grabbed a white shirt, some black slacks, and a black pantsuit top.

It wasn't like she had many options, that was all that was in there besides some white sleep wear, a top and bottom.

Then she walked to the bathroom, because she spotted the security camera in the corner of the room the moment she had woken up, and she prayed they didn't have one in the bathroom.

Just in case, she checked for cameras, then shut the door before changing into the well-fitting clothes. 

When she saw how well they fit in the mirror on the wall of the bathroom, and how comfortable they were, she thought about how they managed to measure her in her sleep.

'No,' She told herself after leaving the bathroom, 'Don't... Don't even try to think about that.'

Frisk quickly brought her mind back to the "first things first" philosophy, and tried to think of how she could get out.

Noting the security camera was the first step, and Frisk stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, staring at it.

Her thoughts began racing, and she knew that if they had to put a security camera in her room to watch her, there must be some way to get out. 

Now this wasn't set in stone, it could also be there to observe her work, or capture any information she might let slip, (which she was determined not to do), but what confirmed her theory on this, was air flow.

With the door shut and locked, (metal, Frisk noted) and the room having no windows, there needed to be some way they could get air flow into the room.

A vent was the conclusion Frisk came up with, and she knew that they wouldn't leave it out in plain sight, (They weren't that stupid) so they must've hidden it somewhere behind, or under something.

Frisk knew that they wouldn't put it under the bed, because they knew that if she ever wanted to hide, that would be the first place to go. Not only that, but it would be too easy for her to find, or get into.

It wouldn't be near the desk, because she was sure they intended her to spend a lot of time there. They wouldn't want her to possibly find the vent by "accident".

The bathroom was ruled out as well, considering there was no camera in there, and nothing for it to hide behind.

Frisk's eyes turned to the dresser that was placed against the wall, the bottom too close to the ground to see under, and the top too high to see behind.

A smile crossed her lips, and she began walking towards it as she continued thinking.

It also would have to be a vent that would fit her size, because they wouldn't get enough air flow unless it was big enough to push a lot of air out.

Already, Frisk had a plan to get out, and she hadn't even spent thirty minutes awake.

Except as she tried to move the dresser, something stopped her.

Bolted.

The dresser had to be bolted.

Because as Frisk pushed and pried, trying desperately to push away the dresser, it wouldn't budge, and the strain was already too much for Frisk to ignore.

At the moment of her defeat, the door suddenly opened and Frisk whipped around to see Sans leaning in the doorway with a large grin.

Light flooded in through the door, and his shadow was stretched across the carpet. 

Besides the small lamp on Frisk's desk, the light in the room was terribly dim.

It was so dim, Frisk knew that reading a book under it would be almost impossible.

Luckily there was a lamp in the room, though it still felt a bit dark.

Except when Sans had opened the door, Frisk needed to squint at the sudden flood of light, and she blinked a few times to get used to it.

When she was, she kept her eyes narrowed in a glare at Sans, her fists suddenly clenching.

"Ya ain't gonna get out so easily dolly," Sans said, letting Frisk know that they were watching the cameras while she was trying to escape, "But it was quite impressive how you figured it out so quickly. We thought it would take you a bit longer..."

"You thought it would," Frisk corrected, still glaring and speaking sharply, "Everyone else knows I could figure it out quickly, except you who fails to grasp how smart I am."

Sans snickered slightly, and it sounded almost like a scoff of annoyance.

"Jeez kid no need to rub it in," He said rolling his eyes as he walked inside, shutting the door behind him.

Frisk watched, and waited for him to order her around, or threaten her, say something like, "If you don't do as we say we'll kill you" or whatever.

Except what he said would confuse Frisk for all her life.

"... That suit makes you look fat. I thought you and Chara would be the same size honestly."

Shocked at this comment, (and a bit irritated as well) Frisk's mouth fell open and her eyes glared as she asked sharply, "Excuse me? This suit fits me perfectly fine! And Chara? Are these her clothes?"

Chuckling Sans shrugged and smiled more as he answered, "Yup. Thought you two had the same... figure. Guess I was right. Maybe you're both fat."

"I am not fat!" Frisk yelled in annoyance, clenching both her fists and stomping her foot, (though a little relieved they didn't measure her while she was sleeping).

As Sans laughed Frisk thought furiously about how on Earth Sans was the one who was supposed to get information from her.

She would have settled for anyone different, even if it was Asgore or the harsh interrogator Undyne.

Of course, she wouldn't give anyone information.

But especially not Sans.

"Course not dolly," He said as he tilted his fedora up a bit with a wink, "Just messing around with ya."

"Is that what you're here to do?" Frisk asked, folding her arms so she didn't punch him, "Mess around with me?"

Sans rolled his eyes and laid against the door, shoving his hands in his pockets and smiling a bit as he replied, "Na. I'm here to get information, or get you to work on some files. Something like that."

Frisk watched him with anger, so curious about him yet so annoyed with his smug behavior that she almost didn't care about his information.

Almost.

"Well I'm not giving you any," She stated, holding her head high and pronouncing her words with strong confidence, "You can't get it out of me."

"Okay."

The answer was a surprise to Frisk, and she had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn't imagining things.

"...Okay?" She questioned, as if she was offended, "Just okay? The worst thing you're going to do to get my information is calling me fat, and when I refuse you are just... okay?"

Shrugging Sans looked at her and said, "Yeah sure. Do you want me to force it out of you?"

"Well..." Frisk hesitated and looked at him with confusion clouding her thoughts, "N... No not really... But isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

She rubbed her arm and cursed to herself silently, remembering why she hated him so much.

It was because how strange he was, not like most people. Even after studying books on physiology and people, she still had no idea how to understand the anomaly that was Sans.

Then she remembered Cortex, and the things they did to get her to do what they want.

Why wouldn't The Underground to the same?

Not that she wanted them to.

"Uh, No?" Sans said, starting to look a bit confused as well, "I mean, I don't think so."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm pretty sure all I need to do is get information from you."

Folding her arms again, Frisk raised an eyebrow and asked, "Now how do you plan on doing that?"

There was a long pause until Sans spoke again, and as he did he shrugged and seemed to be thinking of the words while he said them.

"Aaaaasking?"

Frisk stared for another long pause, and blinked slowly as she shook her head and commented, "You are unbelievable Sans... I don't know why they would assign you to this."

"Me neither. But you seem to know what to do," Sans said with a grin as he looked at her bewildered eyes, "So you do it."

With puzzled confusion and annoyance Frisk stared at Sans with an expression on her face that said, 'do you hear yourself right now?' Though he didn't seem to understand it, because he still waited for an answer.

After she wouldn't give him one he sighed and pulled a book from inside his coat, then tossed it on the desk before walking back to the door.

"Welp. You can read that until you wanna chat. I'll check on you later."

As he left, Frisk's mouth was still open and her eyes were wide as they stared at the book on the table.

When the door shut, so many questions swarmed Frisk's head that it caused another headache to form.

She continued to stare at the book for a long time in the silent room, bewildered and shocked at how it was there.

How did they manage to get a hold of her library book anyway?

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A/N: YES.

ANOTHER ONE.

I AM ON A FREAKING ROLL.

I'm sorry if posting more than one chapter is annoying to anyone... I just have a lot of free time today.

And I'll say it's make up for that week I missed.

I AM POSTING A LOT YAY.

I HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPPIE!

If not I'm sorry.

ALSO THE VOTES ARE FINAL!

I SHALL NOT DO TWO BOOKS AT A TIME MY APOLOGIES!

But I do hope you like this one, and Reapertale will be next.

(I already have a cover and it's my freaking favorite thing right now.
In fact, on chapter ten of this book I will put the cover for Reaper tale in my authors note for those who want to see it.)

THANK YOU ALL SO SO MUCH DETERMINATION YAY!

So what do you think so far? 

Any questions at all?

Do you like, or hate Johnathan?

What do you think of him?

And what do you think will happen?

*SPOLIERS*

Frisk: "What... the... even... Fu-.... Sans why you such a weirdo."

AND THAT'S ALL 

(Not quoted)

ALRIGHT THAT'S ALL BYYYYYEEEEE