Carson sits nervously in first period, just waiting for it to end. Whatever the teacher is saying isn't as important as what he has to do. He hears something about the Great Depression, then something about the Scottsburo Boys. That's about it. His thoughts are too far away to really pay attention.

Yesterday, after the discovery of the chloroform and ties, Carson, Sans, and Alphys went straight to the police. However, that proved to yield no results.

"We can't completely trust evidence gathered by a bunch of teens, especially evidence against a teacher. With this generation's dislike of education, I hope you can see why we would be a bit reluctant to trust what you have gathered." The police man had said.

This put a significant damper on everyone's mood. Their operation had been halted, and their friends still captured. The police took their evidence, and now they have nothing but a single suspect.

Well, a single suspect, a plan, and a video camera.

Carson was anxious, because, next period is going to be when their plan goes into action. Finally, after nothing but searching and let downs, they can do something. So, equipped with a micro-camera and a tracker, Carson fidgets nervously in first period. Sweat lightly coats his forehead, and he brushes his unkempt blonde hair behind his ears.

The teacher drones on and on, as if the clock has stopped. Every minute feels like an hour, and every second feels even longer, if you can immagine that. Pencils race across paper, and the gears turning in his head can surely be heard over the noise.

"BBIIIIIIIINNNNGGG!"

FINALLY!

Carson races out of the room, syprising the teacher. Carson is usually one to enjoy learning, not one to be anxious to leave. She grows worried about him, but decides that if everything is still wrong tomorrow, she will bring it up.

Carson is long gone, racing into the dreaded math room as if he wants to be there.

"Mr. Letriano!" A deep voice booms.

Carson freezes, turning to face the tall man in the red tie.

"I suggest you stop your rush, before you break abother one of my pencils!"

Carson looks down. Sure enough, a broken pencil lay in the door way, perfectly shattered by his foot.

"Y-Yes sir, s-s-sorry sir!" Carson stutters.

"Just take your seat. The bell will soon ring."

Carson does as he is told, and immediantly scans the room. When he sees the glint of something shiny, his heart flutters a little. He follows the reflection, and sees the object his eyes were searching for.

A shiny pair of car keys.

And, conviently enough, they were right next to his head, on Mr. Adam's key hook by the door.

Sometimes, sitting front row really pays off. Especially front row, by the door.

Little by little, the rest of the class shuffles in. Alphys, Sans, and a few others Carson can recognize. He sighs.

Usually, Anna would rush by the door, and wave. Her way of saying "Good luck in there!" As she struts past.

No one waves.

Carson is positive she has been taken, and his suspicion was only confirmed when he heard whispers behind him.

"I heard Anna was reported missing!"

"Same here! I heard the Morrisers reported her yesterday!"

"Ya, Mrs. Morriser is not happy... She is worried!"

After that he stops listening. After all, he knows who has her, and is about to figure out where he has her. He needs to focus on his mission.

Kat crosses his mind.

What if she goes next? Carson can't stand the thought of not seeing her every lunch. Her bright green eyes, always sparkling when she laughed. Her shining blond hair, reflecting the bright rays of the sun. The softness of it, a feeling he barely got to experience when they danced not too long ago. Her perfect short bangs, framing her perfect face. Her lips, which Carson has the distinct want to press against his.

Oh ya. He was sure a long time ago. He is crushing on Kat.

But how would he tell her? Could he tell her? Would he-

"Alright class, pull out your homework from yesterday!"

Carson sighs, reaching into his bag for the loose paper.

Hell has begun, and he has to sneak past the devil.

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Class drones on and on, nearly boring Carson to death. There has to be an opportunity somewhere in the next 50 minutes! Leave the classroom, use the bathroom, reach down to grab a pencil, walk to the back to scold a student, something!

As if the universe knew Carson couldn't wait much longer, his request is fulfilled.

"Mr. Er....  Sans!"

That's funny. Mr. Adams is known for knowing every student's last name. Odd, yes, but Carson brushes it off. He has more important things to worry about at the moment.

"MR. SANS!" He yells, raising his voice. Carson jumps a little.

Carson turns back, and is relieved with what he saw. Sans had fallen asleep, or maybe looked that way to give him this opportunity. Mr. Adams walks to the back of the room, facing completely away from his keys. The class is laughing, a perfect way to conceal the jingle of metal to metal.

Before he can chicken out, Carson reaches up to them. Holding them tightly, he makes sure they don't make too much noise. Sans is grumbling, only causing more laughter and sighs from the room. Carson sets the precious keys in his lap, hidden under his desk. Then he quickly sets to work.

He carefully slips the tracker into the pouch of a picture. The picture is of a little girl, in a tutu. If Carson could have, he would have looked at her longer, or even wondered who she was. Instead he pulls out the camera, and looks for a place to put it.

The camera is less for seeing and more for hearing. If the keys are in his pocket they won't be able to see anything anyway. But no matter where he keeps his keys, they will be able to hear what he says, and what others say around him.

Mr. Adams continues to scold Sans, and Carson carefully slips the keys back onto the hook. Making sure no one heard or saw what just happened, he joins the class in nervous laughter. Sans finally apologizes, sparing a glance to Carson. Carson smiles, and Mr. Adams returns to his desk.

The trap has been set. Now, all they have to do is wait, listen, and watch.

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I am SO sorry for making you all wait this long. I feel like a terrible, no good, lazy as anything author! I am so sorry!

But, I have stayed determined!

THROUGH SCHOOL WORK, HOMEWORK, AND TIREDNESS, I HAVE CONTINUED TO EDIT!

Thank you all for staying so patient, and I am sorry to those who asked when this was coming, that I made you wait so long. But here it is, and since it is a weekend, I can even try to get another one out tomorrow!

I do have a lot of weekend homework though...

I take a class, called AP World History. It is a college level course, which is why it is labeled with AP. Don't ask me what it stands for, cause I don't know 😂

But the point is... that it is REALLY hard. Especially for a freshman. But hopefully I can make some room for another chapter soon! I love my Candies too much to give up on you now. So enjoy the story!

And remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, 
BYE!!!