*Frisk's POV*

There was a familiar sound of scrapping metal against black stone, a sound I knew too well, and it startled my senses to awake.

Well, of course all the senses except the ones that were numb and dull, like my arms and legs.

The feeling was uncomfortable, and it itched my nerves like another bad bug bite to the ankle.

Except this bite was all over, and it was a numb, uncomfortable bite that continued to sting and ruin my skin.

No matter how painful though, no matter how sickly and upset I was, I still hung true to the fact I would never go with Asriel and become his Princess.

Not willingly, of course.

That's when my tired eyes decided to glance up at the figure who had opened my cell door, their presence too well known as a shiver ran down my back.

Not needing to see his black cloak and stinging eyes to know who it was, I let my eyes move back to the floor, and let my hair stay covering my face with the disgust of the visitor before me.

His eyes watched me, and I knew because I could feel their striking glance and I could feel the figure stop his walking in the empty room.

The empty air around me, felt thinner, and I took quiet inhales of the old smell, letting it be my comfort for the situation that was upon me.

"Enjoying your home?" Asriel said with a sinister smirk, his figure taking a few steps closer to me as the cell door shut once more, leaving Leah behind bars.

Everything she heard I knew she was forbidden to tell anyone, or she would be killed.

I knew this because one guard had informed her, "Prince Asriel has announced the Peace Plan's soon to be in action, and I noticed G fidget slightly. Do you think Prince G perhaps wants the Peace Plan to himself?"

Leah laughed at the thought, and shooed the guard away. Except I noticed her skeptical look.

Thinking about G wanting to be a part of the Peace Plan made me sick.

Perhaps a while ago, when I was a love-sick goodie-to-shoe-slut, I would have wanted him to do it.

Yet now that I saw his true colors, the truth in his words and acts, I knew that I would never want G for this.

I would never want anyone.

Not to mention the fact it was completely full of injustice.

Instead of answering to Asriel, I kept my mouth shut and my expression stone, as if nothing could change it.

That was easier for me to do now, realizing I had no emotion to change it to.

Besides irritation.

After a moment of giving me a chance to speak, Asriel got sick of the silence and continued, "Are they treating you well? I do hope not, I ordered them not to."

The words made me sick, yet I still didn't move, and I let my eyes gaze off at the grubby floor as Asriel walked closer.

"You know, if you just agreed to do the Peace Plan, just agreed to being with me then you could be in a comfortable room, with food, water, servants, anything you want!" 

Even if his words were true, the whole thought of it felt wrong, and I knew that it was a sickly choice.

Finally speaking, I snapped in a cold, sharp voice, "Why not just force me into it already?"

It was a question I truly wondered, yet I felt my curious behavior die down since coming into the dungeon.

Though I had said the words with a spark of sass, trying to tell him that I didn't care anymore.

For a moment, Asriel hesitated, and I felt a lump of fear form in my tight throat at the thought of him now considering the option.

"Because..." he said, allowing me to swallow, "If I did, you would tell the world of my forcing and I am sure they would not take kindly in listening to my side of the story, even if I'm right about it."

"And you think that me agreeing to this will change my decision on that?" I said, still snapping my voice with every vexed nerve in my body.

The decision actually never occurred to me, and now thinking about it, it felt like an incredible plan for me.

If he did... Try and reproduce with me... I could just tell the world of what he did.

That way he would never have what he wanted, even if I did have a child!

Now realizing I had asked him a sharp question, I fell into another glum emptiness while I heard him reply, "If you agree to it, then I have done nothing wrong. They wont consider it, well, wrong."

I swallowed my growl, and kept my emotionless face staring at the stone, my arms still uncomfortably numb.

Snickering softly, Asriel recognized my defeat and continued, "If you do not agree, I will keep you down here in this frail circle of feeding, drinking, and a wish for sleep."

Hearing him say my cycle out loud made me nauseous, and I gulped quietly again, my jaw clenched on trying to stay blank.

"Damn you Asriel. I will never agree."

"... Don't you want to get out of it... Princess?"

It took me a moment to answer, and I felt rage grow even more inside me as I snapped, "How do you expect me to agree with such... Disgusting intentions?!"

Asriel was also getting cross, and I could hear the urgency in his slick voice as he tried, "If you would just get to know who I am you would-"

"I know who you are!"

"Oh? Do you now Princess?"

"You're a selfish bastard who only cares about power."

My sentence seemed to hit him hard, and I didn't stop there, I continued with sharp fierce words.

"You have the weakest soul, and it's so weak that it made you lust for more power, more pride. Long ago you made a promise to your people, and you are so desperate to make it true you will kill and do sickly things."

Silence.

With a racing heart, and my intense mind I concluded, "I know who you are. You are weak."

Even then, with all I had said with all I had gotten out of my aching heart it still seemed so unsatisfying, so regretful I needed more!

"You are weak!" I yelled, feeling the rage burn inside me and spit like fire from my dry mouth, "You are a weak selfish goat who lost his best friend because he wouldn't listen to common sense and-"

A yelp cut off my words as Asriel's stiff hand slapped across my face in a brisk movement.

The pain was shocking, yet it felt as numb as my arms and emotions that cooled back into a normal emptiness.

Even as the stinging pain spread through my red cheek I stared at the ground and fought a tremble that tried to work it's way down my spine. I fought the cries that tried forcing their way out of my throat and into the thin air, trying to bring me into the harsh reality that messed with my head.

Instead I kept my mouth shut, and let myself gulp again quietly, swallowing all my emotion, and all my words.

The Prince was still before me, and I didn't dare look at him.

I didn't dare give him the satisfaction of seeing my pain.

"... Look at me..." He demanded, his voice stone and slick, back to it's normal form.

Ignoring him, I kept my head facing the side and let my hair continued to cover my cheek, strands getting in my eyes and mouth except I didn't seem to care.

"...I said look at me..." He ordered again in a slightly harsher voice then before.

Looking at him would give him what he wanted, and that was the last thing I wished to do.

Except when I didn't obey, I felt his fur covered hand grab my stale chin and force my head to look at him, making my neck sting with a twitching pain that stiffened at his touch.

"I ordered you to look at me!" He commanded in a strong and firm voice, one he would use to send men off into battle.

Or make little girls cry for their mommy.

Instead of crying for my mommy, I let my eyes look down, away from his fierce eyes and his twitching snarl.

There was no way I would look at him.

Never would I give him any satisfaction.

Even if he had kept me in that cell, for years and years to come, I still would never agree to his plan, and I would wait for mine to force action.

Soon enough, he would become greedy and take what he wanted by a worse force besides blackmail.

And when he did, I would be ready to tell the world, ready to tell them what their savior Prince had done, and I'd watch him fall apart.

I was determined to watch him fall apart.

When determination sparked me, I felt my heart skip a beat and my mind flicked to the thought of G.

His smile.

His laugh.

His cigarette smoke that lingered on his rough clothes and his gentle breath.

Oh god why did I miss it so!

Clenching my jaw tighter, feeling Asriel's firm grip, I shoved away the thought of G and focused on my anger that kept growing and growing with each moment.

Each moment, I had thought about the lies, the tricks, the stupid love-sick heart that was still inside me with a burning passion and I-

'No,' I thought sharply, keeping my eyes away from Asriel as he held my chin tighter, 'You do not love G. All of it was fake, just like his stupid lies.'

Believing myself, I let my weak lips part slightly as I mumbled, "No..."

Another smack.

More pain.

While it spread through me I let my head drop back into it's normal position, and I let my hair get in my stinging eyes while Asriel turned away from me, his dark cloak swishing sharply with the turn.

As my eyes moved back to the floor, staring aimlessly at the black, I could hear Asriel mumble under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, "Why do you hate me so?"

It was a stupid question, and I knew that my questions were even better then that, and I answered plainly without any tone or emotion, "Because you are a selfish bastard. And locked your 'love' in a dungeon, threatening her health over a plan that shall never work."

"It will work!" Asriel yelled, his anger snapping back again as he continued to face away from me, "It has! You've seen Alphys' flower, you've seen that you can force a flower into blooming!"

"But what did that flower look like?" I asked, keeping my voice the same blank level I had decided to have it in.

There was a pause before he spoke again, and this time it was hesitant words.

"It... Was different. Yet it was still the same flower, still the same blue."

"But where was the glow? Where was the light and beauty? The natural feeling?"

Silence.

Not just a pause this time.

Feeling a win on my part made me finish my words.

"G was right, when he said, 'you can't force a flower into bloom'. He was right, and you knew it. That's why you tried to prove him wrong."

"Have you forgotten that G is now my friend again, my brother? Have you forgotten he is on my side now? Under my rules, doing exactly what I'm doing?"

My heart sinking in my chest wasn't anything new, and even with the feeling of it, it didn't change my mood or make my face break it's stone emotionless daze.

Turning away, Asriel walked out with his cloak following behind, the familiar screeching metal hitting stone, and the familiar footsteps walked away.

When the cell door shut, I could hear Leah stand back in her place with her boots scuffing against the floor.

Then I heard her say, in a voice that was almost soft and kind, "... You don't want the Peace Plan?"

Without an answer, I stared at the ground, not caring whether she knew or not.

It scared me to realize that Asriel and G had told everyone that I was willing to be a part of the plan.

That's why they were blackmailing me.

"Hmph..." Leah continued, taking my silence as a yes, "Well I'm sorry to say, but we're all for it. If you ain't, then you're the enemy."

She said it as if I didn't already know, and I stopped myself from rolling my eyes before continuing to stare at the numbing floor.

That's when I realized with a spark of determined hope-

Everyone thinks I'm the good guy right now, because they think I'm willing to do the plan.

Everyone is on my side, because they don't know who's side I'm really on.

At that moment, I knew, that I could find a way to escape.

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A/N: HELLO FRANS FANS!!!

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*SPOILERS*

G gonna say hello to his little fren....

Frisky gonna be like, "Bi*ch."

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