It's been a few weeks since you were taken back to jail. And boy, did you hate it. When you were put into your new cell, a guard told you about a new group that had been recently caught. You weren't sure why he was telling you, but by the look on his face, you could tell these new people scared him. "Good luck...again." You were currently sitting on the floor, head in your knees, shivering. It felt so empty without G with you. 'Why am I thinking of that traitor anyway? He can go die in a fire for all I care.' The warden's nasal voice came on the loudspeakers. "All prisoners please gather in the mess hall." You rolled your eyes and got up. You knew what this meant. This was the meeting that was held every time someone new came. You sighed as your cell door was unlocked and you were escorted to the mess hall.
Meanwhile, G hadn't come out of his room since you left. Frisk and Papyrus were starting to worry. They would always come by his door every now and then, offering food and sympathy talks. He would always open his door a crack to let the food in, but that's about it. They sometimes heard whimpering behind the door. "What should we do about this? He could get sick in there!" Papyrus and Frisk were currently in the kitchen thinking about what they were going to do about G. [I've had enough of this. We are going to knock on his door and demand answers. If he won't suck it up like a man, we're going to get him out by force.] Papyrus gives her a nervous look. "I don't know if that's how we should confront him." But Frisk wasn't listening. She was already at his door. "G, we know your in there! You better come out! If not, we're dragging you out if it's the last thing we do." A few minutes of silence before the door opens slightly. "What do you want, Frisk." G says, annoyed. [I want answers.] He sighs and steps out of his dark room. He pushes past Papyrus and Frisk and sits himself on the couch. "Fine, I'll talk."
You were trying to force yourself to sleep, but that's hard to do when you have a black eye. Now you understood why the guard was so scared of the newbies. They called themselves the Black Widows. And their leader just so happened to be your cellmate. Her name was Renee. She was this big, muscular teenager about the age of 18. You knew who she was but pretended like you didn't. That was your mistake. "Yo, pipsqueak. You know who I am?" You look up at her with a bored expression. "No, am I supposed to know?" She gets up and grabs you by the shirt collar. "From now on you will." And that's when she socked you in the eye. She was now forcefully stuffing your face into your pillow, trying to suffocate you. Boy, were you in some deep hell now.
"Answers, now." Papyrus demands. G sighs and puts his face in his hands. "I betrayed Y/N. I heard you and Frisk talking about the police knowing our whereabouts, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I thought, that by tying myself to the tree, the police would take me instead of Y/N. But I was wrong. They were right behind her, and I wanted to save her using my magic to push her out of the way. But they quickly locked her up. I didn't think- I didn't know she could get that angry. And it's all my fault. She hates me now." Frisk and Papyrus look at each other with sad expressions. [It'll be okay, G. She's Y/N. She's tough. She'll make it through.] G thinks about it for a moment. "I'm going to visit her." He says, standing up. "Don't bother following me." With a flash of light, G is nowhere to be seen.