Conduit Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 15: Second Time Around

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"How did she break out?!"

"How do I know? I think she flirted with the guard or something!" Conner shouted.

"Special Dog wouldn't fall for that!"

"Well, then she probably petted it, gave it advice, made friends, I don't know, it's Frisky!" Conner yelled back at his team. He got on the microphone. "All NEUTRALIST soldiers, capture the evading 95452, I repeat, 95452, PACIFIST status!"

"This isn't right and you know it," Friska said looking toward Conner. "Frisky hasn't done anything." She gestured to the N on her chest. "Capturing her and having to put an N on myself. I feel so dirty."

"We have to have her. Worst case scenario, we can make something work when the guardian reboots." Conner got on the microphone and spewed out the information again.

"Do you know how sick that is?" Friska said in disgust.

"Look, I don't like it anymore than you do," Conner said. "I like 95452. Hell, I love the conduit too, and I would have taken good care of it with her if she'd just let me. But. This is bigger than petty stuff, this is freedom. Freedom to go home. Freedom to let humans live the way we are supposed to. And, that's bigger than love."

"Number one, Frisky never could even stand a hug from you, so don't even try with me," Friska glared at him. "For two, if you did think of the boy like family, you wouldn't call him it."

"Whatever. It's not gonna die."

"He'll be driven insane, and his mom won't be there!" Friska grabbed her head. "This is so wrong. Ugh. I could so go for a Glamburger right now. Something to calm me down." She looked toward Conner, getting a hell of a look that warned her she was going into bad territory. "S-sorry. I know, it's my job. If I don't. I'm dead." Friska took a deep breath. "Frisky never takes the direct route. She always likes to scan around a whole area and find its weak points. She won't go too far, she'll be trying to find a great place to hide."

"Are you sure about that?" Conner warned her. "Her signature is bouncing farther away."

"She'll go right back." Friska cleared her throat. "I can't believe I have to do this. Um, trust me. When we were FRISK, she always liked going backward. Seeing how things changed. Looking for new items, searching for new allies. She will conquer the area."

"Good. You move up ahead, I'll assemble a squad."

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Ridiculous. My own team. Frisky hung onto the top bars on the ceiling of the training hall. There weren't many places she could go, anyone could pinpoint her and bring her right back, but she needed to get her son back. If she could get back to the Underground then she could get a hidden teleport ride with a direct location to a safe place instead. But why did they want her son so bad?

"Frisky? I know you are up there in the darkness. You can't hide, you know that."

Friska. It had to be big if even Friska betrayed her. "I don't understand. For how long were we together as FRISK? We know each other so well. If there was one person I could trust on this whole ship, it'd been you."

"Frisky." Friska grunted. "I know it looks bad, but . . . I'm sorry?" She rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just, I don't want to die. If I let you go, they'll kill me."

"Why do they want 95451? What are they planning?" Frisky asked her. "Please, Friska. How many times did we smile with the Temmies? Enjoy Cinnamon Butterscotch? Toriel's trapped you know."