Shit! Sans couldn't believe he had been trapped by them so easily! There was no way they would have known they would be coming, right? But maybe they always had people guarding down here, no matter what. It would be dumb to leave a prisoner unattended and by them self. Anyone could save them if you were that stupid. He had just got so caught up in seeing his dad again, that he didn't take a minute to think. He told Frisk not to make a stupid move, but he was the one who made that dumb ass move. Good going, Sans. Frisk probably thought you were an utter fool by now - those were the thoughts that were going on inside his head. 

"Well well well, what do we have here? You're Sans, aren't you?" One of the men spoke, which caused the skeleton to look at them, confused. How did they know his name? But at his confused expression, they soon answered his question. "Your dad over there has spoken about you." He smirked. 

"huh?" Sans rose an eyebrow. Why would Gaster mention him when he was a prisoner. Surely if he was captured, he'd keep dead silent about anyone important to him. So... Why? 

"It was pretty amusing, getting him to mention you. Sometimes it was when he cried in his sleep." One of the others spoke. To their surprise, this person was actually a female, rather than a male like the three others were who were standing beside her. "And especially when he couldn't seem to take the torment anymore, and he wanted to scream for help." She said, seeming to lick her teeth with a devilish smirk. Just seeing and hearing her talk about that made Frisk's skin crawl. Sans' eyes had widened in horror, as he glanced over his shoulder towards his unconscious  father. Instantly, furious anger started to course its way throughout his entire body, and he never wanted to kill someone so badly as much as he wanted to kill these motherfuckers.

Gaster just looked so frail, so battered up and bruised... It was horrible. Not to mention he was clothed in what looked like rags rather than actual clothes. They weren't looking after him, matter of fact it was just like Gaster was only there to be their toy and that was it. How disgusting. 

"Oh, look at how angry you look. Awh, ain't that adorable? How you want to protect your daddy." She spoke in a mocking tone, which instantly made Sans snap.

"shut the fuck up!" He snapped, going to pull out his pistol, aiming straight for her head. He fired, but to the woman's shock one of the other guys had jumped in front of her, taking the bullet for her. Not that Sans cared, it was still a kill, so he had managed to take one of them out. Knowing that bullets were about to fly, Frisk felt terrified. She knew she had her own pistol, but she felt too afraid to use it. 

"You fucking freak! You'll pay for that!" The woman shouted, before going to fire a couple of bullets at the skeleton and even at Frisk. Luckily for the pair, there appeared to be concrete support beams that held the ceiling up, which they were able to quickly duck behind on either side. The two glanced towards each other, Sans saw the fear in Frisk's eyes, and he knew he had to do something otherwise they'd both be killed. Not to mention they were firing towards the cell which Gaster was in. They could kill him. 

"stay there, frisk." Sans told her, earning a nod from her in return. Quickly, he went to step out from his hiding place, firing more bullets at the three enemies remaining, while standing in front of Gaster's cell, hoping to keep his father protected. He was going to regret doing this, but he had to do something to keep his dad safe.

As more bullets flew towards him, he clicked his fingers which lit his magic glowing eye up in his left eye socket, and he formed a shield made out of magic before him, causing all of the bullets to bounce off, flying back towards the opposition. Luckily for him, this caused another one of the men to get shot right in the heart, killing them in an instant. Sans growled, trying to keep the shield up, but the magic he was using was extremely taxing for him.  Even to the point where if he over used it, it made his soul ache. But that was the problem with having a soul that was already not in the best condition it could be in. However, he'd do anything to protect his father.

Frisk could see that Sans was beginning to struggle. She had to do something, she couldn't expect him to take on these last two people alone. But what was she supposed to do? Talking to these people clearly wouldn't work, they were too set on being trigger happy and murdering the both of them. She had her gun but... She didn't want to use it. She didn't know if she could bring herself to. Maybe... Maybe Frisk could try and distract one of them, while Sans  took care of the guy. 

The thought of doing this horrified her, but she had to do something otherwise they would have come here for nothing, and they were all going to end up dead. Frisk could already see the man trying to advance towards Sans, who had taken down his shield and was now attempting to use bone attacks while firing bullets. While those two were trying to fight each other, Frisk went after the woman, trying to catch her off guard by looming in the shadows while the woman's attention was focused on Sans. 

Suddenly, Frisk went to kick the gun out from the lady's hands, which took her by shock. She let out a small yelp, catching the guys' attention who were fighting for just a moment, before they went back at it. Sans was shocked to see Frisk actually trying to handle herself. He just hoped she didn't go and get herself killed.

"You stupid little brat!" The woman screeched, going to go and try to land a punch on Frisk's face. Wanting to try and be prepared for anything, Frisk was surprised when she actually managed to dodge it. Was the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins being the thing that was helping her right now? She wasn't so sure. But she knew she wouldn't have had the guts to do this until now. She just didn't want her, Sans, Gaster or anyone else in their team to die. Speaking of which, everyone else had been fairly quiet. They were probably still looking around, not even noticing the fact that Sans and Frisk were stuck, fighting these people.

After dodging yet another punch, Frisk went to try and go for another kick again, wanting to aim her foot for the woman's face, only to stumble back a little when she had  the same idea, and had tried to kick Frisk - their feet connected instead of colliding with each other's faces. However, to Frisk's horror, the woman suddenly went to go for one of her legs, kicking her off balance. Hitting her back on the hard stone floor, Frisk felt the oxygen get knocked right out of her lungs. She could see the woman smirking, as she then proceeded to press a foot down on her throat, pushing down on it hard.

Trying to struggle, Frisk went to wrap her hands around her ankle, trying to pull her foot off of her neck, but the lady was too strong, and she was stopping her from breathing. Frisk began to panic, wanting to scream out for help as she couldn't get the air in and out of her lungs. This person was going to kill her, she was too strong for her. Though, all of a sudden, Frisk was caught off guard when she saw a bone attack hit the girl right in the head, and she went stumbling backwards, onto the hard floor.

Gasping out, Frisk bolted upright into a sitting position, getting the oxygen back into her body. That had been the most single terrifying moment of her life, and to her surprise Sans had actually saved her. Again. For what had to be the third time. Though, when Frisk went to look at Sans' situation, her eyes widened in horror when she saw Sans was as in much trouble as she had been. Sans looked weak, as he had been using too much of his magic.

Laughing, the man was walking towards him, seeming ready to kill him. Growling, Sans raised his arm, with his gun in hand, ready to fire at his enemy. But the gun was knocked from Sans' grip, causing it to fly across the room, sliding across the floor, right in front of Frisk. For a moment, she looked down at it, before looking back towards the two, just in time to see Sans get a fist put right across his face. He let out a grunt of pain, before falling back into the wall behind him.

Frisk wanted to scream when she saw punch after punch get landed on the weakened Sans. She had to do something, had to save him. Without thinking, she picked up the gun from the floor, seeing that the safety was turned off, and  that there was one single bullet left inside of it. Just point and fire, don't think. That was what her mind screamed at her, as the adrenaline pushed her on. 

Sans was so sure that he'd be beaten until he was dead. He couldn't fight back, his body felt too drained, and he couldn't even find the energy to yell to Frisk to help him. She was probably cowering away in fear anyway, or maybe the lady had gotten back up and killed her. This whole thing had been a waste of time. He had come here to save his father, but instead he was just going to be killed here.

Oh well, it would have happened sooner or later with him being in the Mafia anyway. Sans was almost ready to accept it, ready to accept death. At least until he heard the voice of Frisk - but she wasn't speaking. Matter of fact, she was letting out a loud scream, before suddenly a gunshot fired out into the air. Bang! In a single moment, Sans flinched a little when he saw a bullet hole appear right in the man's forehead, and blood ended up cascading out all over the wall behind him, and a little on his face too, changing tiny bits of his white pristine skull blood red. Slowly, the man fell to the side, his body limp and no longer full of life. 

With him out of the way, Sans was able to view a shaking, crying Frisk, who was holding the gun in her hands. No way. She had actually done it. She had actually pulled the trigger... She saved him. He was almost ready to say "Good job", but he saw how much it shook her up, how horrified she appeared with herself. Matter of fact, he couldn't help but cringe and look away when she ended up collapsing to her knees and she started being sick. 

Groaning, Sans slowly picked his injured self off the floor, going to trudge over to Frisk, trying to avoid the patch of vomit that she had left on the cold floor. Still, she was quivering with horror. Going to kneel down, the skeleton went to hold out his arms, going to carefully wrap them around her in a hug. At first, she freaked out and tried to flail against him, trying to get out of his grip. But when she realised that it was just Sans, she began to relax in his hold as she cried, still seeing the image of the man she had just murdered within her mind.

"it's alright, kid... you're okay. don't worry, they're all dead."

"I... I actually..." Frisk stammered. "I actually... S-Shot him..."

"i know..." He answered. Frisk was likely confused with why he was hugging her, trying to reassure her. If he had to answer that question, he wasn't so sure himself. Perhaps it was just the fact that he knew how scary it was to use a gun on someone for the first time, on a live person. During Sans' first time, it had terrified him too. But he had gotten to the point now where he was used to it. "i thought ya said ya weren't gonna use it..."

"I-I... I wasn't..." Frisk sniffled into his shoulder, being a slightly blubbering mess as she spoke. "B-But I just... Acted... I d-d-didn't think. I just... D-Didn't want you to die o-or something!" She sobbed loudly. Hearing this, Sans' eyes widened by a lot, shocked that she did such a thing that she seemed so against, just so she could save his life. It wasn't even to defend herself. Instead she had gone against her morals to save a guy like him. Did she... Really care about him THAT much? 

Momentarily, he was still silent, wondering what to say. Eventually, he spoke. "thanks for... savin' me, kid." Sans murmured, which made her cling to him a little tighter. She didn't answer him, instead she just continued to cry. As much as Sans wanted to get them out of there, and as much as he wanted to go over to Gaster to save him, he didn't move from the current position he and this human girl were currently in. For some reason, seeing her this distressed made him feel sorry for her.

So, until she calmed, he kept her in his arms.