A/N: Okay, this chapter is about to get really deep, so buckle your seatbelts guys, you're in for a heck of a ride.

She trotted over to our table, purse in hand, dramatically blinking her eyelashes. She went to plant a kiss on G's cheek, but he cringed away, so she just blew him a kiss to make up for it.

"Oh. My. Gosh! G! What a wonderful surprise~" she toyed, although I was quite sure that she knew she was going to see G here before she even set foot in the bar. "Long time no see~" she teased, obvious fakeness lining her words like venom.

"I'd like to keep it that way, Scarlet." Huh, Scarlet? Sounds strangely familiar.

"Aww. You're no fun,~" she jeered, and I began to wonder if she was drunk or if that was just her personality. "Why don't we have a drink together, baby? Reminisce about the old times?~" she nagged, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it somewhat forcefully with her thumb. She locked her unnervingly red eyes onto his pupils. G tensed up, obviously uncomfortable. This girl really couldn't take a hint. "Oh, hehe! Not here, of course! Come to my community, babe! It's much better than this dump of a city. We can go to my place. I can even get them to let you out of this hell of a jail cell that you call Accreton."

What is she talking about? Who does she mean by 'them?' There's a community outside of Accreton? Is this place really like a jail cell?

I think that was when G snapped

"Nope. Thanks. I think we were just leaving now," he said, pulling me off the chair, and shrugging away Scarlet's once iron grip on his shoulder. He got on the motorcycle as the annoyed monster glared at me in the window before stomping to another booth in her bloody red pumps. "Sorry that ya had to witness that, I didn't expect her to be there," he explained, lighting a cigarette with a huff.

"Who is she anyways?" I asked, curious to learn more background.

He paused for a moment, and popped the cigar in his mouth, thinking of the best way to explain her as he started up the motorcycle.

"She's the absolute worst of my exes," he writhed, "She wasn't at all like how she is now when I was with her. She just," he sighed his face taking on a more solemn look before continuing, "She just got with the wrong crowd, and one thing led to another and now she's become," he waved in the direction of the bar, "that."

I just sighed, not knowing what to say in response and put my chin on his shoulder. "Where are we going?" I asked as I saw the scenery change from our normal route to the dorms as we drove farther away from the bar.

"Surprise," he jested and in the corner of my eye, I saw him wink. I giggled and leaned back, enjoying the wind that subtly tore at my clothes with every passing breeze.

In a few minutes, we arrived at the destination, a small ice cream parlor. He led me in by the hand. I smiled as he showed me inside.

"Eliza?!" I gasped, before running up to my new best friend and pulling her into a hug. She laughed. I looked to her side to see that she was here with Dan. I chuckled and hugged him too, and G and Dan began to talk among themselves.

"So, have you studied for the English test? I mean, I did. I just came here to cool off my brain a bit from taking in like all that information, you know?" she asked, turning to me after saying hello to G.

"Oh, yeah. I'm actually here for the same reason, how funny," I lied, mentally noting to study once I got home. Dan waved to Eliza to come over, and G was beginning to approach me.

"Hey, well, I'm going to go order. I'll talk to you later," she gave me a quick wave.

"Have fun with your boyfriend~" I quipped, and she shook her head, flushing a slight red.

She turned with a mischievous smile, "You too, Frisk!" she jested, nudging my side before scurrying off to join Dan. I rolled my eyes at her weak comeback and turned to go talk to G.

"Hey, what're you getting?" I asked, looking over Eliza's shoulder to see the ice cream flavors.

"Well, do you like chocolate malts?" he asked, looking down at me in question.

"Those are like literally my favorite thing in the world," I reminisced, thinking about chocolate malts.

"Heh. Yeah, me too. I was thinking, we could share a malt," he said.

"Okay. Sure," I confirmed, walking up to the counter.

"One chocolate malt," he told the cashier.

"That'll be $5.69," the cashier told him, handing us a receipt after he handed him a crisp five dollars and sixty-nine cents.

We began to walk around the store in the meantime to look for a table. We settled on a small table for two in a corner by the big windows of the store.

They brought us our malt and we popped our straws in immediately, likely drooling in anticipation of the creamy fragrant malt that lied in front us. It was a perfect light brown that was topped with fluffy whipped cream weighed down by warm chocolate syrup, and, of course, the shiny red cherry on top. I plucked the cherry from its throne of creamy goodness and popped it into my hungry mouth. I gulped down the cherry to see G already eagerly drinking the malt. I decided to dig in as well. I gulped down the smooth liquid. It was very chocolatey and had hints of whipped cream here and there, but mostly it was very sweet.

I took a break and snapped my head to hear the loud beeping from outside the parlor. There was a long line of cars sitting on the road, stuck at a broken light. I squinted inside one of the cars to see a red glow emitting from the passenger side window. I could've sworn I saw two strangely familiar red eyes piercing into mine. Before I could gather my thoughts, the cars sped off, the light turning green. I snapped back to see G finishing the malt without me.

"Hey, at least save me some!" I complained, quickly gulping up more of the savory drink. I froze. My head pounded, and my temple felt numb. I rubbed my forehead.

"What's wrong?" he asked quizzically, his smile faltering.

"Brain freeze," I mumbled through the numbness. This one was really bad.

"I could warm ya up if that'd help~" he flirted. I shook my head, but he leaned over the table and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead anyway. I looked out the window as the brain freeze was now gone, and red-tinged rosiness now replaced it.

In the corner of my eye I saw G. He chuckled, probably at how easily I was flustered by his seemingly endless flirting. He began to light a new cigarette.

"Hey, G?" I asked, turning my gaze back to him.

"Yup?"

"What did she mean back there? When she said 'to come back to her community'? How our city was 'just a big jail cell'?" I said, finally letting out all my questions that had pent up over the evening.

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there, friend," he looked down, contemplating how to answer. "Alright, first off, her community is, as might you know, much richer than ours, and larger. Buildings are better built, everyone has a car-" he began.

"Wait, everyone has a car?" my eyes widened.

"Yep. They've even got these things called skyscrapers. They graze the clouds. Anyways, 'm getting off-track. She called this place a jail cell, cause, 'y know only the fugitives, criminals and rebels are sent here. If you're not bad, you're the kid of a someone who did something bad along the lines. How do you not know this?"

"How do you know this?"

"My parents told me. Didn't yours?"

"I..." I tried to remember if my parents told me. Except I couldn't remember my parents. Or my childhood for that matter. Why couldn't I remember? Everything was a fuzz. My only memories began from when I moved to Accreton. "I-I can't remember a-anything." I put my face in my hands and gasped for air, my eyes brimming with tears.

"Wait! No, shoot! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make ya cry," he got up and walked over to my seat. People were beginning to stare. I tried to stop crying, but I couldn't. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually cry easily. I didn't mean to cry, I really didn't-the situation just hit me like a brick. I can't remember my parents, the people who raised me to be the person who I am today.

I felt his palm on my back, and suddenly I felt the dizzying-yet slightly calming-feeling of being teleported. I squinted through tears to see that I was in the hall of our dormitory, between G's and my own door. I was sitting down against the wall, G by my side.

"What's happening?" he asked, concern lacing his words as if I was as fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any minute.

"I.. I can't remember anything past the day that I got here. My first memories are from moving into my dormitory. I don't r-remember my parent's names, hell, I don't even know if I have siblings!" I hiccupped.

"It wouldn't surprise me if they did this to you." He ran his hand up and down my back soothingly.

"W-Who are 'they'?" I strained to make my voice steady and failed.

They are the ones who let this town fall to what it currently is. They are the ones who built this town, intending on it being a paradise. Hell, some might say it's heaven even for the richest of the rich." He looked up absentmindedly at the ceiling's flickering lights before continuing, "When they realized it was one big mistake, they decided to make it the opposite, a place for the worst of the worst. They planned on dumping everyone here. The plan was for what is currently our school to be a jail. They changed it into a school when they realized that putting them in a jail would only provoke further rebellion. A false sense of freedom was what they gave us."

"How do you know all this?"

"Well, heh," his laugh seemed to falter, as if it held a deeper meaning then just a laugh, "I know because I used to live among them. I used to be one of them. I thought their plan for a happier life for everyone would work. That everyone would be happy. Except their plan for paradise only invited a small specimen of the population. The rest would end up like us. Stuck. Trapped." G said, his hand now running through my hair sadly the pupils in his eyes had gone dark.

"What did you do?" I whispered. His body visibly stiffened against mine. "Wait, shoot, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that-"

"No, no. 'S okay." He paused a twinge of sadness appearing in his eyes, only making me feel worse. "I left, I left the team as soon as I knew the truth. In turn, they..." he looked down at the holes in his hands as he talked "They punished me. It hurt like hell. They didn't want me to be snitching about their plan, so in turn, they threw me here." I knew he meant that was how he had gotten those holes in his hands. I shuddered, as he continued to elaborate, "Ever since I guess I never really bothered to try getting out. They'll win no matter what. 'S no use trying anymore I guess."

"But can't you just teleport outside?"

"The walls around this city prevent my magic from working outside of the town. If I try to teleport outside, it will only sap my energy. I can only teleport inside the walls. As I said, my magic is limited here."

"Well, does anyone else know about this?" I asked, thinking hard.

"As far as I know, it's just me and now you."

"Well, damn. This is a lot to take in," I slinked further down. His fingers twirled my hair. "So, what's was it like in paradise?" I said, struggling to conceal my curiosity.

"Hmm. Well for starters we had plenty more outfits. A whole room full of 'em if you were wealthy enough. Different shoes, shirts, pants, and jackets for every occasion. The ladies even had these flowy, colorful dresses they wore every day. Not just for special occasions. This was the outfit I was wearing when they, uh, threw me out," he paused, searching his mind, "Its almost sickening, knowing that you'll never get to experience it again." His frown deepened as he sighed. "'M sorry I dumped all this on you. I just needed to vent to someone, ya know?"

"It's fine. I'm just a little shaken up after all this. Finding out that your 'normal' is actually a false image of life created by someone who controls you is kind of scary."

He sighed, looking down at his boots, before flicking his white orbs back up to me. "Hey, I uh snagged our malt before we left." He handed me the foam cup filled with chocolatey goodness.

"Oh, thanks." I took a sip from it, the cold drink calming my mind. Until I remembered: "G! Oh my gosh we still have to study for the test!" I said, wide-eyed.

"Uh, we?"

"Oh, uh I thought that we could study together since we didn't finish earlier-in study period I mean," I said, stumbling for an explanation.

"Sure." He got up, helping me up from my spot on the floor.

I unlocked my door and sat down with G at my cluttered desk. It was small, but it was at least big enough for the both of us to work. I opened a science textbook and two papers full of notes became visible. I flipped through the thing until I found the first note-filled page of the book. I put my face in my hands, realizing the amount of cramming we were about to do. He rubbed circles on my back.

"Come on, you can do it. You're like the smartest person I know," he chuckled. I looked through my fingers and I could see him softly smiling at me. I sat up slowly, filled with newfound DETERMINATION to cram. He ran his fingers through my hair slowly as we looked over the first page of notes I had diligently written on the first day of class.

*** (A Few Hours Later)

I realized that after a few hours of looking over notes, G wasn't paying attention anymore, he was just staring at me. I focused my eyes on the notes, trying to ignore him. Finally, his staring got the best of me.

"Stop it!" I yelled, slamming my pencil on the book in defeat.

"Stop what, sweetheart?" he smirked innocently at me.

"Stop staring, stop making me want to- stop making me feel- I mean, urgh! Just stop!" I stuttered, frustrated.

"Stop stressing, doll, it won't do you any good," he mumbled, running his fingers through my locks of hair trying to calm me down-which somehow worked in a way. "Come here," he insisted, patting his lap. I flashed back to the second day of school when he got angry and then hugged me to comfort me. Déjà vu much? I wavered, before tiredly sitting on his lap.

He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest, hearing his slow, calming breathing. Thankfully, he wasn't smoking, so the cool air of my dorm was quite refreshing.

"I suppose that's enough studying for today, sweetheart. You're going to ace that test tomorrow, okay?" he kissed the top of my head gently and rubbed slow, small circles on my back. I relaxed my muscles and closed my eyes, burying my face in the warm fabric of his shirt. I nodded slowly and took a sip from our melting chocolate malt, finally feeling safe and sound.

A/N: Heres a cool fact about this chapter: when I was writing the first draft of the first few chapters of this book, (I did this in advance, so not recently) I originally wanted the book's title to be Deja Vu, (Due to Frisk saying Deja Vu quite a bit in this book and this specific chapter, and a little of the previous plot idea I had) but I got inspired to make the book a dystopian novel instead, since dystopian novels are, after all, my favorite genre. So I got to work, rewriting all the chapters, slowly sculpting the dystopian world of this book. I scrapped the previous plot of Deja Vu, the new plot for Renegades being much more intriguing (and better planned out) than the first idea I had.

Sorry for the long A/N, I just really wanted to include it, since this chapter was a very important realization/turning point in the planning of this book :)

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Hehe, since you scrolled all the way down here's a little note I thought of as I wrote this chapter. I guess its a little foreshadowing if you know what I mean ;) Tell me your guesses on what will happen in the next few chapters in the comments if you got this far ^^

Bonus A/N: I wanted the malt to be more prominent because it represents their sense of peace, or security. As the day goes by, and Frisk learns more, she becomes more and more aware of their false sense of a life, resulting in the malt beginning to melt away, until finally there's nothing left.