*Frisk's POV*

Even with a mysterious chuckle from G, I couldn't have ever predicted he would steal a cleaning cart and take off with it causing all sorts of mayhem.

Mayhem, a word meaning chaos and disorder.

Something G, would be very good at.

I could see the trouble in G's face while we stopped walking up the first flight of stairs to our room. We could see that the woman that tended the cart, left into one of the rooms and had forgotten the supplies by mistake. 

G's eyes brightened, and he turned to me with a sharp, excited, smirk that I almost enjoyed.

It reminded me of a child, and quickly I said in a blank tone, "No, G," as if I was his mother.

Ignoring me, (As always) G laughed and took off towards the cart.

"G," I warned with caution tensing up my voice, as I rushed after him.

At the time, I wasn't as worried, because I didn't exactly know what he would do to a cart.

Or with it.

Yet when he suddenly ran and shoved it, swinging his legs over it with his hands gripping the back for support as it wobbled and shook, taking off down the long carpeted hallway his voice cheering in delight, I had realized I was working with a child.

"G!" I yelled, taking off after him.

As I ran past the door, I picked up every thing that had dropped form the cart G now rode down the hall.

Worry dried my mouth as I felt that any second the woman would come out and scold not only me, but G as well.

His cheer must've alarmed a few people in the hotel, because some peeked out their doors in confusion and caution.

How embarrassing it was for them to see G speeding down the hall on a cleaning cart that was left by mistake, with me chasing after him carrying bottles of bleach and fresh new rags?

It was embarrassing enough for me to blush and avoid looking at any of the people, praying I wouldn't have to run into any of them later.

Then I realized that if G broke anything, I was the one paying for it.

In extra realization, he probably knew the same thing.

More anger.

Growling to myself I ran faster, my body giving up on grabbing the lost supplies that had fallen off G's joyride.

"G I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!" I screamed in anger while I ran after him, his laughter pure with amusement and humor.

"If ya catch me dollface!" G laughed back, the cart still speeding down the hall.

Almost did I want him to hit a wall.

The almost was because I knew I would have to pay for the damage of his head smashing into it.

Thought it was almost worth it.

Still feeling embarrassed, ignoring the people who peeked out and shook their heads in disapproval, I decided to just drop the supplies I had rescued, using my arms to pump at my sides, letting me run at full speed to where the cart was headed.

Saving my breath for running, I didn't scream at G while he cheered, "WOOOOO!!!!"

Though the words, "G you bastard!" held sharply to my tongue, daring me to scream them.

The hallway was long, but of course it had to come to an end.

That end turned out to be an elevator, that opened just as G launched inside. 

How coincidental.

What followed that, was a loud crash of metal and tools along with a mans scream.

It wasn't G's, to my disappointment, and it was a very angry looking bellboy who looked as if he was carrying bags for a room.

Emphasis on was.

The bags then sprawled out around standing G and the tipped cart that no longer had any cleaning supplies on the smooth metal.

The supplies flooded out of the elevator door, but it didn't stop the doors as they began to shut.

Shoving out the bellboy, G laughed his amused laugh and looked around the elevator as if he was deciding on what to damage next, at least until his eyes caught me running after him.

Panic filled me, and I could feel eyes on me as I raced to the door, my own eyes focused on G's smirk and waving hand while the doors cut out his image.

"No, no, STOP THE DOOR G!" I yelled just as I reached the elevator.

Of course, he didn't stop the doors for me, (why would he?) and my hands met the cold shining metal that dinged while they shut, signaling that I ran out of time.

"DAMMIT!" I screamed, forgetting that everyone was staring at me with shock and confusion.

Along with disapproval and disappointment. 

At that point, I almost didn't care about what everyone thought.

All I cared about was finding G and giving him what he deserved.

He was about to learn the true meaning of justice.

Bolting the other way, my shawl tied around my neck to keep from falling, I rushed to where the stairs where, knowing they would be faster then some slow elevator.

When I reached the next floor up, I could see the elevator just open and G race the opposite direction of the stairs.

Not knowing whether he saw me or not, I still ran at him, feeling like my legs weren't fast enough to catch them, and I screamed in my head for them to go faster.

Still running, I felt more comfortable knowing no one was watching, and I bolted down the hallway with my boots hitting sharply against the soft carpet, making sweet sinking sounds that were almost satisfying to me?

Honesty overwhelmed me, and I had to question if I was actually enjoying this.

'No!' I yelled in my head, clenching my jaw and running after G with worry stinging my eyes, 'This is against the rules! How could I be enjoying this?'

G's voice filled my head, and I thought of the nickname "goodie-goodie".

I knew that G would just put on his stupid smirk and fold his arms saying, "Told ya so," If he was with me at that moment.

Except he wasn't, so I mumbled it to myself and ran faster after him.

Turning the corner he had ran, I spotted his black hood with fur flapping behind him while he ran.

His slim body seemed to be just right for running, and it wasn't helping my situation while I chased after him.

Then I watched him shove open two doors that slammed against the walls, a loud echo coming from somewhere.

That's when I saw where he had entered, and the gasp in my throat caused me to choke and cover my mouth from shock.

Inside was a dinning hall, that seemed for the highest class there was.

White table sheets were blinding in the chandelier lights, and the stage music players had stopped their (possibly boring) music to do as everyone else was doing: Looking at G who was standing at attention of everyone.

G's stance was ready for action, expectation in every inch of his bones, as if he was waiting for this to happen.

Yet I could only imagine his horrified and shocked expression when he opened the door to monsters dressed in suits and dresses.

"... Shit..." I could hear him say, as I continued running at him.

When I saw the glittery jewels the girls wore, their dresses fitting formally, and their hair pulled up in buns or curled into rings, my face turned red from shame and embarrassment of my own attire.

Messy hair, ripped shirt, black leggings under dirty shorts, chains still dangling from my wrist, all of these little details I knew looked pathetic and weak among people like this.

Not to mention the dirty shawl that I had wrapped around my neck, still exposing my brown hair that had pieces sticking out in every direction.

'How could someone as ugly as me be a slut?' I held that in for G later, but at the time I grabbed his wrist to yank him out.

Then someone scoffed, and I could almost feel the fury radiate off of G's bones.

"Excuse me?!" He shouted whipping his head around to a monster woman in the table closest to us.

G's attire wasn't any better from mine, and I tried to keep my eyes on his deadly face instead of the chains in his pocket and the black jacket that was messy from the run.

"G, come on," I said, sharply and motherly.

Shameful.

"Hold on!" He growled turning to face the tables that just stared back at him.

His arm had torn away from my weak grip, and I felt my hand go to my mouth while G shouted out to the woman, "Wanna say that to my face?!"

The side of G I was seeing, was the one I had lived with in jail.

The one everyone feared, ignored, and tried to avoid.

Knowing that probably everyone was in danger, I grabbed G's arm and tried to pull him out again whispering, "Come on G lets not start anything."

"Oh I'm gonna start everything dollface!" G yelled at me, loud enough for the words to echo off the walls.

To me, G was an embarrassment, and a friend to chaos. 

This made my face burn and my throat tighten, causing me to take a deep gulp while I looked at everyone in discomfort, my lips pressed tightly together in a thin line as if trying to keep in all my words that were sure to spray out at G.

Another scoff, from the same woman at the same table, her dress a beautiful white that I almost wished was on me.

Then I realized it wouldn't cause any less attention and I just watched, giving her a look that said, "Stop or we're all going to die."

Though she didn't stop, and she said loud and clear as if she was the queen of the world, "You sir are very disrespectful and act like a child! I'm telling the owner, and you will be thrown out."

Right then I almost laughed at how pathetic she sounded, even though I agreed with her, but I didn't because I knew that as G walked over to her slowly something bad was about to happen.

I was right and I watched as G grabbed the pie that was unfinished at the table, and shoved it in the woman's face, pie splattering around the gasping people.

Silence was all around, and pie dripped from the chin of the woman, everyone's eyes staring in shock as G pulled the plate away and set it at the table, his smirk wide and satisfied.

Licking some frosting off his finger, G's eyes didn't leave the woman's face.

Neither did mine.

All I could stare at was the pie that covered her godly makeup and messed up her perfect blonde hair that was curled. And the expression she made, was like a terrified hamster, that looked offended and absolutely hilarious.

I laughed.

I laughed at the woman, at G, at the memory of him riding a cleaning cart down the hall, at all the offended and shocked faces in the room I laughed.

The laugh was strong, loud, and it filled the whole room.

The more embarrassed I got, the more I laughed and it caused me to hold the cramp in my stomach and lean forward with laughter, strands of hair falling in my face.

I prayed they covered my tears that were starting to fill my eyes, not just from the laughter.

When one laughter starts, there is no stopping another, and it diffidently didn't stop G's outrageous laughter as his fist went to his hips.

To me, he looked like a boastful hero that had just saved a damsel in distress.

Not like someone who had just shoved a pie into a woman's face.

After G started laughing, his proud, amusing laugh, others joined.

Others snickered, and soon erupted with laughter that just couldn't be contained.

This laughter was painful, and it caused me not to breath, my brain screaming, 'Stop! Look at what you've done!' But I almost didn't care as more and more people laughed.

When I imagined the woman saying the same thing to me, I laughed harder and the whole room was full of unbelievable laughter.

Unbelievable was the whole situation in fact.

Even the woman laughed, and G grabbed another handful of food, then threw it at someone else.

Then with a loud shout, he yelled, "FOOD FIGHT!!!"

Why should I ignore this childish humor that has already caused so much trouble?

So I walked up to a table, and threw food.

Others did the same, and soon everyone's fancy clothes were splattered with pastries and greasy foods.

To my satisfaction, the woman's dress was no longer white and had a large wine stain on the front which caused her to scream.

Laughing harder, I felt cream hit me in the face and turned to see G smirking at me.

This smirk was the same smirk he used to tease me, yet I couldn't feel any anger as I threw pie at him joyously.

Life felt bliss.

Life was bliss.

Nothing could ruin this moment, nothing could ruin the enjoyment that filled the room with laughter and happiness.

All the good seemed to come from our laughter, and our yells.

That is, until the doors banged open again, filling the room with complete silence.

I felt all my laughter replaced with fear, tying a knot in my throat.

Did I really have any reason to fear him?

No, the knot wasn't fear, it was shame.

I felt shame when I turned my head to stare at the monster who was standing in the doorway, his flames flickering softly with disappointment, and melancholy.

Grillby stared at the ruckus, and all I could whisper shamefully in my head was, 'Shoot...'

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A/N: SO TODAY I CAN POST SORRY IT WAS LATE!

Tomorrow I will not post and I'm sorry! I have something VERY important tomorrow.

I apologize.

I hope you liked the chappie!

Next will be very interesting for you I hope!

Also next week, on Tuesday, I will be traveling.

I don't know if I will post that week, but I promise to post after!

Here is the schedule:

TOMORROW: No post.

THURSDAY-MONDAY: Post.

TUESDAY-NEXT MONDAY: Maybe post. (most likely)

AFTER THAT: TOTALLY POSTING UNTIL I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS I'M SORRY MY CHILDREN PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!!!!

PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

AND IF YOU TRULY LIKE THE BOOK- PLEASE KEEP READING!

THESE ARE THINGS I CAN NOT CONTROL PEOPLE AND I'M SORRY!

I AM TRYING!

AND I WILL!

Please... understand.

I will not give up on this book.

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ON OTHER MATTERS.

In the song "The room where it happens" from Hamilton, at the end where Burr is singing with Hamilton and to the end... I can imagine G and Asriel singing it Idek why so don't ask.

Actually, I do.

But it's a big spoiler.

So lets just say: Asriel is Hamilton. G is Burr. ONLY AT THE END OF THAT SONG!

I don't even think you guys can really decode it... but okay!

OKAY LOTS OF NEWS BUT I DONE NOW!