You shook the bars and punched the lock until your knuckles went purple. "You've been at it for an hour, doll. Don't you think it's pointless by now?" You paid no attention to your cellmate's words as you continue to try and somehow break the one thing holding you back from the world. You could care less if your hands started to bleed. All you wanted was your freedom back. You heard a sigh and felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders tight. You let out a yelp of pain and glare at your partner. "What did you do that for? You know it hurts!" Your partner shrugs, being used to your yelling. "Why can't you use your magic, G?" He lays down on his "bed" and explains for what seems like the 100th time. "They reinforced our cell. The bars are immune to my magic and the lock is unbreakable." You let out a furious groan and complains about how useless he is. Just like the first time you met him.

His name was Sans, but he was more commonly known as G. He was like any other robber, just a whole lot louder. The night he broke into your home was probably the dumbest thing he has ever done. He entered your room, looking for jewelry that you just so happened to keep in the nightstand next to your bed. At the time, you hadn't fallen asleep yet. So, when you heard jingling sounds, you opened your eyes to see a living, breathing skeleton. You wanted to wait until he finished what he was doing to start speaking. But, you couldn't help it. You started to laugh, getting up and turning on the lights as you did so. He had the most shocked expression on as you continued to laugh at him. "That's how you steal things? How pathetic! I'm surprised the police haven't caught you yet." He was offended. "You think you're better than me?" Your laughter dies down. "I'll show you how to rob a house for real. Watch and learn." From that night on, you and G had become partners. You both ended up in jail twice already, but managed to escape via magic. But here you were now, stuck in a prison cell for more than 4 months already.

As the days went by, you had gotten more and more reckless. G had become more ignorant and boring. The guards liked to laugh at how useless you were in a cell that held no escape for you. You had gotten skinnier too, from the nights of vomiting. You've had enough of this hell. You got up, going back to beating the lock again, when a guard came up to you. You gave him the best growl you could muster. He ignored you as he started speaking. "Someone by the name of Papyrus is here to speak with you."