***Hello, everyone! So, if you didn't look at the summary, this is indeed a sequel to my story S. O. S. that I wrote a while back. Go read that if you haven't, because this will make no sense otherwise! If you have read it, then Frisk belongs to Toby Fox, pretty much anyone else belongs to me, and let's go!

Chapter One: Stranger Danger

"Can I have Frisk Dreemurr to leave, please?"

That was the voice that interrupted a history class. Frisk, who found history class to be beyond boring, would accept it. They packed up their things and walked out.

And yet, as they went down the lonely hallways, they couldn't help but wonder just why they had been checked out. Normally, they were informed if such was happening, but this was a surprise. But, it didn't matter.

Frisk went out to the main office. "He went outside," the receptionist said. So, Frisk walked outside to where they always got picked up. There was no one there...

...for a while.

Then, Frisk was suddenly tackled from behind. When they tried to get up, a wet rag was put over their nose and mouth.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep..." a male voice said, his tone soft. Frisk felt a death grip around their stomach.

But they didn't feel anything after a few more moments.

XxX

The world was blurry at first. Frisk realized soon that they were in a car. But it wasn't one they recognized. They sat up and looked out the window. The terrain was unfamiliar outside as well.

"Oh! You're awake."

Frisk looked over. It was the same voice that had spoken earlier that had said that. It belonged to a man who couldn't have been past his early twenties. He had messy black hair and a bit of stubble on his face. However, he seemed content.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" Frisk asked. They felt around for their phone, only to realize that it, and their backpack as well, was gone.

"Don't bother looking for any of your stuff. You've been asleep for a while now, actually. We're almost there. As for what to call me... Nate will do it," Nate said.

"But where are we going?" Frisk asked.

Nate didn't speak; rather, he pulled into a parking lot about ten minutes later. "You took me to a penitentiary?" Frisk asked, confused. Nate got out and pulled them out, a tight grip on their wrist as he forced them along.

"Y'see, my girlfriend's up for a parole hearing today. And you're going to be the one extra step needed to get her out," he explained as he walked along. "Who is it? What did she do?" Frisk asked.

They were suddenly pressed into the wall of a barren hallway. "You know who she is, what she did, and what you did. And if you leave here today without speaking in her favor, then I will not hesitate to hurt you. Killing you might be up in the air as well. Got it?" Nate growled.

Frisk was afraid to hardly move. "Yes," they squeaked out.

Nate backed off, his expression going neutral once more. "Then let's go."

XxX

The two walked into the room where the hearing was and sat down. "Bring in Miss Wagner!" the judge ordered.

Wagner? Frisk's eye widened at the thought. A bailiff brought in a face that they were quite familiar with.

She was a bit taller and matured in her body, and her hair was shorter, but it was still the same girl, even in handcuffs and a prison uniform.

Maia Wagner.

***And that's where I'm leaving you. Be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!