A/N: PLOT TWIST. It's G's P.O.V. now ;)

P.S. (When I write stalky I mean the one that means tall and slim. Not to be confused with stocky, the opposite of stalky..The More You Know ™️)

Just.. pay attention to some details here ;3

I scan the west wing, looking at it in awe. It wasn't at all resembling to a school. It's walls were a hard-cemented stone brick, and the floor was a grossly littered brown color. I slowly led the way, with Frisk in tow, to a grime covered plaque on the wall. I wiped the solution off of it to reveal it's true words: White Ridge County Jail.
I knew it. I knew this place was supposed to be the first paradise. Now White Ridge is known as a paradise, another world almost, and Accreton is known as a prison, not a paradise. They failed to create a heaven for the rich and now we are left to deal with what they have left behind.
I felt a cold rush of air brush my sides as I revealed the sign to Frisk, who in turn sharply inhaled. Nevertheless, I kept moving through the building, some cells left in shambles now lining the walls. Remains of prisoners old belongings lay scattered along the floor.

Frisk kept her head down, most likely not wanting to look at our grossly destroyed environment. I struggle to keep myself alert, as dusk had long since passed, and I was beginning to become more lethargic by the minute. I knew that if I continued any longer I would just be useless in a fight, taken down easily by the enemy, so I stopped at a wall that I deemed clean enough to lean on.

"I think I'm gonna take a quick nap. I'm not feeling too well," I told her, slinking down to a more comfortable position on the floor.

"Okay, I think I'm going to look around a bit. I'm still feeling pretty energetic," she told me, squatting to my level. I nodded my head, my eyelids now heavier than ever, and yawned.

"Alright, just don't wander off too far, dove. Holler if ya need me, okay?" I assured her as she nodded back, telling me to rest.

♥ Frisk's POV ♥

I stood up, knowing that the skeleton was fast asleep by now. A bit of rest would do him good. I figured I would wake him up in a few minutes and see if he was alright to continue.

I started to wander off, slowly at first, looking at every little detail. Picking up a torn piece of paper I squint my eyes at the strange writing scrawled on its thin, delicate surface. It's almost illegible writing read: It has been two weeks since they put me in here. Ever since Queen Toriel died, the king has been taking extreme measures to filter out the citizens into who he deems 'good' or 'bad.' The prisoners are planning a rebellion against the new rules, but I suspect it is more than that. Some claim they have people on the outside, people who are willing to risk their lives to help overpower the government. The rebellion is situated to take place in less than two days. All I can hope for is freedom. Will write more when I have the chance.

The rest of the paper seems to be ripped off, preventing me from hearing the result of the rebellion. I toss the paper aside, it being too fragile to take with me. Maybe that's why they transformed the prison into a school. They were too afraid of the rebellion that the prisoners would lead year after year. So, they gave them a city. A worn down, dystopian city. But a city nevertheless.

I walked out my anger, my muddied red dress's long train trailing behind me. My getup was far from ruined, it was practically destroyed at this point, the once flowy skirt of my dress now dirtied with mud and dirt, my heels plated with a coat of grass and grime, and my makeup slightly smeared from running through the west wing. I looked like a mess. The only thing that remained untouched seemed to be my hair, which was still tied up in a messy bun. Thanks, Diana.

I sulked along the corridor, searching for a sign of the sweet summer sunlight, and finding none. There had been no windows, or source of sunlight since we had entered the west wing, giving it an eerie feeling. I exhaled the musty air sharply, feeling the presence of someone else nearby. Hearing the sound of slow approaching footsteps, I turn around, to be met with a stalky figure.

Shrieking, I push the being away and stumble backwards, trying to get away from whatever was there.

"Woah, woah! Chill, it's just me!" they said, catching me midair. I blinked twice, before realizing it was just G.

"Where did you come from? Jeez, G, warn me next time you're gonna sneak up on me like that! I thought you were taking a nap?" I breathed, trying to calm myself. He helped me stand back up before answering.

"Yeah, I uh, took a shortcut here. Second, I did take a nap, I just er, woke up now," he said, awkwardly placing his hands in his pockets and looking away.

"Oh, well, okay," I nodded. Is it just me or is something off about G? "Are you doing okay?"

"Wha-? Yea I'm fine. Let's just keep going," he assured me quickly. I feel like something is off. He looks the same, but HE isn't the same. Or am I just being too critical?

He led me around a corner and down a surprisingly long set of stairs. Weren't we trying to escape from this place? Going further underground is countering that, right?

We were met with two cast iron doors that were seemingly untouched, unlike the rest of the facility. I shifted my weight onto one leg, feeling uneasy. The doors opened on their own, (was he using his magic or something to do that?) and he went in without pausing to check if it was safe. This felt strange, unlike him. What was going on? Nevertheless, I followed him through the two doors, which suddenly slammed shut as soon as I was out of their reach. Something was definitely up.

I turned to face G, who was looking at me with an inhumanly wide smirk. Then, something unnervingly freaky happened. I shrieked as his face-no!- his whole body began to melt into a shorter, less threatening form. It was never G. Damn it! I should've trusted my gut. Now I'm stuck here with some shapeshifting monster thing who is still taller than me. I froze at the sight of who my true enemy was.

"Eliza?"

♣ G Sans' POV ♣

I awake from my slumber to be met with a strangely empty feeling in my bones. Stretching, I reach my arms up and strain my legs, satisfyingly hearing some bones pop. I sigh and reach over to where Frisk was sitting, to be met with empty, but musty, air. I open one eye, but Frisk is still nowhere to be found. Ah, no, this is bad. What if someone took her? Knowing her, she probably wandered off too far, as predicted. I put my face in my palms and growl in frustration. I don't know where she is, but I don't have time to spare, I tell myself as I get to my feet, hearing the light crack of something under my foot.

Eyes widened, I feel under my shoe until I grip something fragile-yet solid. I bring it up to my eyes, an echo flower petal, huh? Must've fallen off her corsage or boutonniere while she was walking. Looking down at the floor I see a few petals littered along the ground, leading around the corner. These are too many petals to be a coincidence .. something has to be wrong. I pick up each petal, being sure to leave no evidence of my whereabouts incase anyone else comes down here.

By now I'm sprinting, scooping up petal after petal, sweat beading on my forehead. My patience was now thinner then a single hair. I maneuver around piles of rubbish and trash, trying to find my dove. Damnit! Where was she? By now she was probably dead. Tears began to form in my eyes and my breathing was hoarse. I hated every second of this chase. I couldn't take it anymore; my head was pounding, and I was beginning to hyperventilate. Almost falling down a long set of stairs, I was met with two wide open iron doors, about two times my size.

Finally, after picking up the last of the petals, just inside the doors I found the corsage, which was strangely unharmed. I could hear it whispering something. I knelt down and picked up the corsage and held it to my ear with a shaking hand, my heart nearly beating out of my chest.

My pupils completely vanished as I heard a horrified voice croak out from the echo flowers, "H-Help.. m..me..."

Gripping the corsage with two shaking hands, I pushed on through the darkness as the two doors slammed shut behind me. Bad move.

In a cell, there she lied, in her torn black dress that shimmered in the dim light, looking up at me with a look which I could only describe as desperation. Her dry lips smiled softly up at me, beaconing me closer, into the cell that she was chained up in. I knelt down next to her in the cell and tried to use my magic to break the chains around her wrists, but my magic seemed to have dissipated to nothing as soon as I had entered the steel-lined cell. Then it hit me as hard as a brick.

There she lied, in her torn black dress. Frisk wasn't wearing a black dress. Just as soon as I had turned back to look at her, she was gone, and in her place was what I could only describe as a flesh colored slime creature. My fists curled at the horrid sight.

The cell's doors were slammed shut on me and the slime monster. I dove for the thing, but it quickly slithered away from me, and through the thick iron bars, causing me to land on my jaw, the hard floor bruising it badly. I sat up, rubbing my jaw slowly, scanning the room for the monster. Replacing the slime now stood two people: one seemingly human, and the other a tiger-like monster who stood on two legs. I rubbed my head, as my vision was funky, blurring in and out as I tried to decipher their faces.

"Remember us?" the two voices hummed in unison.

A/N Eheheh cliff hanger much? Then again, most of my chapters end on a cliff-hanger...

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