A/N: 'Where's Karma When You Need It' was going to be a possible title to this chapter. I think I need not write anymore here...

"Sometimes you gotta bleed to know you're alive and have a soul,

my heart is my armor,

she's a tear in my heart, she's a carver,

she's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther

than I've ever been."

-Twenty-One Pilots, Tear in My Heart

A trap, I was in a trap. How could I be so careless? It was so blatantly planned out; from the flower petals to the corsage. I flick my eyes up at the two figures that stand just outside of my cell. Eliza and Scarlet were the ones who put me in here? Since when could Eliza shapeshift, I thought she was a human? I tried, once again to use my magic to fire something, anything at the two, but nothing worked, it only sapped what little energy I had left. I guessed this cell was magic proof. I stood up, coming as close to the bars as I could.

"So, you two work for them?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"It's not just us, we've got a whole team of people down here. I suggest you stop trying to use your magic. It's only going to tire you out more~" Scarlet commented, smirking at how weak I was. While I lacked magic, I still had physical strength. Though it wasn't amounting to much, because I was stuck in an iron cell, I still at least had something to work with until I could figure a way out.

"Where's Frisk?" I snarled.

They took glances at each other before going back to staring at me blankly.

"Where is she!" I raised my voice.

They began to walk away, whispering something to one and other quietly. I threw my head back in frustration. I gripped her corsage tighter, I just hope she's safe.

Then I heard the sound of something being wheeled over near my cell, and two voices chattering away. One softer, stuttering voice, and a loud, booming voice echoed throughout the halls.

"I-I don't know about this, it... this method has never been tested before," the smaller voice explained shakily.

"I already told you. Make it work, we need the solution now. I don't care if it lasts for two hours, or if it lasts for a year. I need it now."

"A-Asgore I don't t-think it works like th-" she began.

"Alphys!" he shouted over the girl's words.

"I...understand."

"Then we shall proceed," he concluded as they came into my view. Alphys stood hunched over a small metal portable workbench with several different liquids and papers littered on it, which she wheeled over to my cell. Asgore followed in tow, looking over me with an unshifting expression. I frowned at Alphys, who was my former co-worker back when I was working with the government. She avoided my gaze, instead filling a syringe with a clear brown liquid.

"E-Extracting solution H-80," she supplied as the syringe reached its final capacity. "Solution H-80 extracted." She approached my cell cautiously, eyeing me. I stood my ground, daring her to do so much as breathe through the bars. Suddenly she withdrew her other hand from her back and sprayed a mist from a can at me. I held my breath, backing against the wall farthest from her. Finally, my breath gave out and I waved at the air, coughing, and slowly backing up. I felt a numbness spread from my face to my legs, causing me to fall over onto my back. No, I thought, I have to stay strong. For Frisk. Soon my whole body was numb. I can't go down this easily, surely there's a way out of this. My body crumpled to the ground, leaving me lying down, and vulnerable. Soon I couldn't move or even talk.

The cell doors slide open, allowing the two entrance. I urged my body to run, to scream, to fight, to do anything but all I could do was stare at the ceiling as they approached my body. I knew they were not going to kill me, because if they had wanted me dead, they would've tried to kill me by now. I knew what they were going to do would be worse than death itself. All I could do was wait.

Alphys approached shakily, and knelt down on a knee next to me, seemingly holding the syringe and some sort of paper in her hand. I used all my willpower to glare into her eyes with a look of disappointment. Her eyes drooped, as if to apologize. I ignored it, if she was truly sorry, she would have tried to help me, or at least save Frisk.

"Alphys," he prompted firmly, "That numbing mist will only work for so long. We don't have time to-"

"Dispensing solution H-80," Alphys asserted, inserting the point of the syringe into my arm, and slowly letting the liquid seep through me until it was empty. Something seemed to awaken deep within me. My eye began to burn a bright yellow involuntarily.

♦Third person POV ♦

Alphys scooted a little away from G in fear. She held the image in front of G's burning yellow eye shakily. His mouth began to twist into a cracked smile, his eyes widening to the size of quarters. Asgore was quick to chain G's hands to the wall, quickly realizing that the tranquilizer was going to wear off at any minute. G kept his gaze on the image, his head tilting slightly. Alphys began to sweat. What was she thinking, letting Asgore do something like this? She reprimanded herself guiltily.

"Wonderful work. We can now exploit this. Come, now Alphys, we must get him into the testing room before the gas wears off," Asgore said, smiling down at Alphys. Alphys' eyes were, however, focused alone on G's face. G's eyes seemed to burn with such intensity, and his now crooked smile that stretched across his face almost made him look insane. No, scratch that, Alphys knew that this would happen. He was now insane, and nothing could change that.

"Yes, sir," she said, wheeling her medical worktable over, and dumping whatever was on it to the floor.

"Wait, let me make sure. Just for good measures, you know?" Asgore stopped her, and made his way over to G, who was currently developing a trail of foam from his mouth that led down his shirt. Asgore picked up the photo and flipped it over, showing it to him. G began to thrash against the chains, trying to rip the photo out of Asgore's hand. "What do you feel towards her," Asgore pointed at the photo of Frisk.

"Die" he growled, trying to rip the photo of Frisk, his eye glowing yet brighter. Alphys shuddered, but Asgore only chuckled cruelly.

"You've done well, Alphys. I'm impressed. He's so driven against her that he can't even form proper sentences," he chuckled before continuing, "Just help me to strap him to the table, and I'll let you take the day off for your great work," he grinned, tossing the photo of Frisk aside.

"Thank y-you," Alphys said, looking down at her feet almost numbly. Asgore simply nodded in return, unchaining G and gripping G's hands tightly behind his back. G struggled to escape his grip weakly, before giving in and letting them strap him onto Alphys' medical table. Asgore waved Alphys off, wheeling G down the hall.

Asgore finally came to a stop in front of the door where a specific girl was being kept. He opened the door, slowly unstrapping G and leaving him inside, before locking the door and grabbing a bag of popcorn. He sat down in front of a one-way glass window. Oh boy, he thought to himself, this is going to be good.

♥ Frisk's POV ♥

I sat there, in the middle of the room, drenched in sweat. My mind was pinned on one thought: G. Where was he? Was he safe? Did he make it out without me? Was he coming back for me? Did he notice I was gone? Would he come for me? Did he even care? Tears welled in my eyes at that last question, so I wiped them on my sleeve, further smearing my mascara. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to get out of here. Anywhere was better than this place, I'm sure.

They had tried to bargain with me, but I knew their true intentions. They were planning on using my determination to brainwash everyone in my old community and use them as guards. They would turn them into savages, with only an intent to kill any being in their line of sight. They had tried everything, from offering a seat in the royalty, to a nice condo in the countryside, away from everything. They told me I could forget, that I wouldn't have to face what they did with my determination. I declined everything, of course.

I knew that I wouldn't forget. I would spiral into darkness, suffering the consequences. Then they gave up. They locked me in here, blabbering about 'getting a sample of what's to come' or something along the lines of that. I didn't back down though. I was going to face whatever they had to throw at me head on.

Filled with determination, I did the only thing I could do. I sat and waited. Minutes felt like hours when you did nothing, but I kept my stance. That was, until I heard the door unlock, and someone stepped inside my room. Someone was inside, with me. I squinted through the darkness, not being able to make out anything. My dress glittered in the darkness as I searched. Still nothing.

Wait, my dress GLITTERED in the darkness. If it was dark there would be no light so how was my dress glittering-

"What do we have here?" a voice spat. I was met with a single yellow flame-no, pupil, which was the cause of the glittering in my dress. I gasped. Was it really G?

"G! Oh my gosh!" I beamed, ignoring his past words. I hugged his chest, eyes brimming with tears from all the emotions I had kept in for so long. His body was shaking vigorously. I looked up at him questioningly to be met with a crooked smile, and equally as wide pupils.

I gasped as his hand flew to my neck, attempting to strangle me breathless. Gasping for air, I gripped his arm tightly and scratched at it, my energy dwindling quicker than my air supply. He had the upper hand, as he had both magic and strength on his side. As I clawed at his arm, my eyes began to roll back into my head, the world seeming to crush me harder and harder as the need for air consumed me, my head going blank. My breath finally forced its way out, as I slumped limp in his grip, my throat burning with the need for air. I willed my body blindly to knock his arms off my neck, but all that I could manage was a weak nudge to his chest.

My strength was gone, and I fought against the growing pain in my head. I longed to say something, a curse, a wish, any last words that I could manage to say to the world. I parted my lips but failed to find the right thing to say. Nothing was coming, and I didn't have any time to figure it out. Finally, I let my breath go for the last time. I let it drain off into nothingness. It was all I could do. It was all I could do in my last moments.

A/N: The End. Hope you enjoyed this book. Sorry if you wanted a happy endings, I tried to make it better.

Just kidding, next chappie will be out Monday :)