A/N: Now is when the real plot begins.

I giggled nervously and looked away, blushing slightly as I finished telling the story of how G asked me to prom, before looking up to note their reactions. We were telling stories of how we got asked to prom while we did each other's make-up and hair. Some people giggled at the ending as I told them about the part where we kissed. They clapped and giggled, before moving on to the next person in the room, Fukufire.

She had invited us all here, so we could do our hair and make-up together before the party. We were all stationed on various bean bags, pillows, and chairs that she had set up in a circle in her room. I sat and watched as Fukufire told her story, spinning around dramatically to in her long sparkly white dress as Diana hummed silently to herself, slowly weaving my hair into an elegant bun.

I fiddled with the scarlet hem of my dress absentmindedly. It was off the shoulder, and floor length, which I thought was quite stunning since I hadn't worn a dress as bedazzled as this before. It was sparkly from the waist up, but from the waist down, the dress cascaded into a more flowy and light fabric, which complemented my waistline. I loved every aspect of it. I also loved the mask that came with it, as the prom's theme was a masquerade party, after all!

I thought the mask looked quite beautiful, and it complemented my red dress. It's base was black and littered with silver and white little gems of all kinds. Lastly, it had two little red feathers on each side of the mask sticking out. Setting my mask next to my matching heels, I flinched as Diana pulled my hair a little too hard from laughing at the ending to Fuku's promposal story, which I had missed when I had dazed out.

"Oops, sorry 'bout that," Diana quickly added, fixing the strand back into place as Fuku flopped down in one of her chairs, and glanced at her watch.

"Ladies, it's almost time! Start donning your heels and applying the last bits of mascara, because we're about to head on out to meet our guys!" she squealed in excitement, slipping on a mask of her own, hers being a snowy white to match her dress.

Diana pinned the last bit of hair into the messy, yet elegant bun and slipped me a mirror.

"How is it?" she smiled softly.

"Oh my-" I looked at myself in the mirror. She held her breath.

"Um? You don't like it?" She asked in disappointment.

"I love it! How did you do this?! This is amazing!" I said, turning my head to see the intricately woven locks of brown hair.

"Pfft. My grandmother taught me of course," she grinned, snatching the mirror, to look over her own hair. I sighed solemnly, knowing that I most likely had a loving caring grandmother out there, somewhere, far far, away, and I had absolutely no clue who they were. I supposed it was because of them, the rich people that G used to work with. I knew that they were the ones responsible for erasing my memory. But tonight was my night, and I wasn't going to let their cruelty ruin it, I thought to myself, strapping on my heels.

I stood up, somewhat skilled in the art of walking in heels by now, as I had practiced all day in Fuku's small house. I lurched forward as Diana led me by the hand out of her house and into the parking lot, where her car awaited us. It was far too small for the entirety of us to fit in, so we of course, had to double buckle. That meant that there was two of us to a seat. I shared the passenger seat with Diana, and a few other girls sat in the back, thankfully spared from double buckling.

Fuku slid into the front seat and pumped up the volume of her car's radio before tuning into an upbeat song to get our spirits up. As Fuku drove through the dark night towards our approaching school, we all made it a priority to dance so hard that the car shook along as we did so.

The shaking car finally pulled in front of the school, to be met with a crowd of dressed up high schoolers. The school's exterior was lavishly decorated with ribbons, balloons, and lights of all sorts, which I guessed was complimentary of the richer community. It almost looked homely in a strange sort of way.

I pressed my face against the car window, straining my eyes against the dark of the night, trying to find G, and failing. I opened the door, and Diana and I toppled out from being cooped up in the car for so long. I looked up to see a familiar skeletal hand extended towards my own. I took it, smiling to myself, as my eyes met his glowing orbs. He looked absolutely dashing, he wore a jet-black tux and matching pants, with a scarlet tie to match my dress. I wondered if this was a strange coincidence that his tie matched my dress, or if the rich community had known all along.

My thoughts were dismissed as I spotted something. In his tux's pocket lied a boutonniere, which was a small flower bracelet that a guy usually gives to the girl that he took to prom.

"Well, you clean up nice," I told G, who in return grinned softly, nodding.

"Ditto to you," he told me, removing his other hand from behind his back, revealing a corsage of echo flowers. I took it grinning, as he slipped the matching boutonniere, which contained more echo flowers around my right hand's wrist. They reminded me of the night in the laser tag arena where we kissed. He gently lifted them towards my ear, smirking.

"...because words can't express how much I care for ya," they echoed softly.

"Wow, well aren't you crafty, Mr. Romantic." I smiled at his thoughtfulness. He chuckled back, with a shrug. "Thanks though, this is really thoughtful. I love it."

He rubbed my back happily. "No problem, I figured if this was really already the big night I had to make it really special for ya." I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I shifted my gaze slightly over his shoulder to see some men and women dressed in a similar uniform, all with their eyes locked onto mine. They had a holster with a strange badge and weapon.

I guessed it was them, here to make sure nobody wrecked their clothing or decorations. I shuddered as their gazes flicked back to the crowd in unison.

"You okay there, dove?" G said, snapping my gaze back onto his face.

"Uh," I cleared my throat, taking one last glance over his shoulder to clarify, "No, its nothing, I'm just a little nervous, that's all," I told him, not wanting him to think I was seeing things with these people. Maybe I'm just being too critical, maybe they just happened to look at me at the same time? Right?

"Alright, well, the doors are opening," he shifted to the side, so I could see. The crowd of high schoolers was beginning to filter in through the two doors of our school. I smiled, completely forgetting about the incident with the guards, and led G inside by the hand. I followed the crowd into the gym, looking around in awe.

The place had been completely transformed, as it did not look intimidating anymore, but now only whimsical, magical even! There were velvet curtains draped over the walls for a theatre effect, and there was a photo booth with various silly props to pose with. The food buffet was on a long wooden table, which was quite elegant if I do say so myself.

In the middle of it all was a stage, where the DJ's gear sat, along with some speakers. Loud, pumping music filled the room, and the throng of people fled onto the dance floor, pushing me and G along with them. There were a few guards situated at the exit doors, but in all, it was just G, me, and the music.

We danced along with the crowd wildly for endless hours. I had lost track of the time a long time ago, as neither of us had bothered to bring a watch or cared for the time. The music began to slow down and I leapt up, knowing the slow dance came next. G smiled for me, and placed his hands on my waist, as I placed my own around his shoulders. I was at a decent height to dance with him now that I had on high-heels. Still shorter though...

It felt smooth, natural even to dance with G. We were like a river, we flowed together in grace, turning and twisting gracefully until finally, he pulled me into a dip as the song rang out its final beat. I giggled as he leaned down for another kiss, which I melted even deeper into, sinking lower in his arms, (was that even possible?!) in total bliss. He pulled back slowly, our lips still tingling, and helped me back onto my feet. He smiled softly as we shared a little moment together.

Then the music shot back into another upbeat tune, and everyone began to dance wildly around us. I looked up at G, unsure if we should take a break. He nodded in understanding, guess he's tired too. As we walked off the dance floor he shouted something, straining to be heard above the pounding pop music. I shook my head in confusion and mouthed out, "I can't hear you."

Frustrated, he pulled me somewhere quieter, away from the blasting speakers. "I've got to tell you something really important. I think I've finally got a plan to escape this place."

"Spill."

"Alright, you know how the guards opened up a breach in the walls of this city in order to get our clothes in? Well, they've ought to open one up for the way back right? Well, I found the spot where the breach was opened-its just behind the school. As soon as we escape the reach of their walls, I can teleport us out of this place forever. The only problem is, the only way to get there is through the west wing..." he explained quickly.

"The west wing? I'm sorry G, but there's no way in that place! I hear it's been locked up since before we were born. How on earth are you going to get us in there? And how would we leave here unnoticed by those guards?"

"Frisk, it's a masquerade party!" he laughed, "And, remember, we've still got my powers, I can teleport us outside of the gym, and we can go find the west wing from there. My magic only works within the walls, remember. I can only use it sparingly, or my energy will go to zero and so will our plan. So, we can walk to the entrance of the west wing and I'll teleport us there. We can wing it from there I'm sure," he said, punctuating his sentence with a wink.

I groaned at his pun, holding back a laugh nevertheless. "You sure that this will work? It's a great plan and all, it's just a little nerve-wracking, knowing that the escape is merely around the corner of our school."

"I'm positive. Besides, I wouldn't have told ya if I wasn't one hundred percent sure," he nudged me, "Ya ready?"

"Whenever you are," I told him, trying to keep my voice confident although I was dying inside. He led me into the center of the dancing crowd, where no guards could spot us from the outside, and teleported outside the gym, and onto the courtyard. It was quite dark in this area, since they didn't think that anyone would be coming there, and thus didn't hang any decorative lights. It was eerie compared to the rest of the school. My only guide was his yellow pupil, which glowed like a fire in a storm, lighting the way.

His grip led me through the dark corridors of the school, turning path after path, sometimes pausing before continuing on our unusual escapade. Who would've thought that on the night of prom, I would be running away from the party? I know that if someone told me that I would be doing this, I would have dismissed them as crazy. Then again, we are pretty crazy for trying this. The odds were stacked against us, as there was bound to be someone guarding the only exit out of this place.

Finally, he pulled me to a single wooden door. It was surrounded by a pile of rubbish consisting of old books, wooden planks, and even shards of glass. G kicked aside some of the rubbish, making way for me to walk since my heels didn't offer much protection, or comfort for that matter. As soon as I get out of this place I'm going to take these things off so fast, even the Flash won't be able to compete with my speed.

I begrudgingly followed G as he opened the wooden door for me. Seeing the inside of the west wing for the first time, I shudder.

Remind me again, why did I ever agree to this?

A/N: This chappie was kinda long >-<
Anyways, the odds are stacked against them, and they don't know their way around the West Wing, so how will it turn out for the two? Find out next update ;3
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