*Frisk's POV*

Those eyes were like embers in a fire, dangerous heat filling the silence and filling my mind with fear and worry of what might come next.

His eyes were all I could focus on, because I didn't want to see his fist clench and his jaw tighten with the anger that was already visible in his sharp, narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me?" He said again, sharper and more powerful then the first.

My throat caught, and I felt myself tremble, the cloak still around my shoulders suddenly felt heavier then before, and I slid it off slowly.

"I-I... I mean-"

"What about my cigarettes?!" G's anger over powered him and he grabbed a clothes rack and shoved it to the floor, the clatter of hangers and metal jolting my heart beat into a fast pace, like a rabbit hiding.

Except, with my terrible luck, I was a rabbit in plan sight, and G was a hungry wolf ready to strike.

I wasn't ready, and I tried to think of anything to say, anything that could come to my mind beside tears.

Was I truly so afraid of him I was going to cry from my nervous stomach?

Thinking on my feet, I knew I had to say something or I was going to die.

So I said, "N-Nothing about your cigarettes! Nothing about Asriel! I made it up c-cause what if that is what he would d-do?"

Oh I thought too fast!

I spoke the words too afraid.

Too nervous.

They came out in strained shakes, filling me with more terror then before as G took another step closer to me, a warning in his eyes that said, "You better not be lying..."

Unfortunately for me, I had lied, and it was a terrible lie too.

There was no way I could get out of this.

Except telling the sick regretful truth that shot from my mouth in a panic, worry straining each word like they were my last.

Each moment I felt like they were.

"I saw Asriel!" I said, full of terror as G walked closer to me, his anger burning the air around me, "I saw him when I was trying to get your cigarettes!"

I didn't need G to tell me why he was angry, I already knew.

He was angry that I didn't tell him what happened, also the fact that I continued to try and hide it to him.

I could see the skeptic look mix with his anger, and there was no way I could know what was going through his head at that moment, my feet forcing me to move back in a panic of what G would do when he was close to me.

"Y-Your cigarettes were gone!" I continued, saying as much truth as I could before my death.

"You talked with him?" G snarled, his voice low with anger and...

Disappointment?

Betrayal?

What was that hidden emotion that he kept hidden from me, hidden inside that dark, furious voice?

Not having any time or will to figure it out, I took another frightening step back and felt my legs shake like jello.

Any second he could kill me.

In many, many ways.

None of them appealed to me, and I prayed that he truly meant us as friends.

Perhaps I ruined it just by keeping this one secret.

Though I had known he would be angry, yet had his anger only been worse because I hid it away from him?

"N-No!" I tried, my word shaking and straining with each fast breath, "I-I mean, sorta-"

"What do you mean sorta?!" G took the cloak from the ground and tore it in half, making my body fill with the terror of what he would do to my limbs.

"L-Let me finish-" I struggled and filled with the fear of him hurting me, my feet still pulling me back as he moved closer, the anger burning his sharp, narrowed eyes.

Those deep, frightening eyes.

"You have twenty seconds to explain," G growled, his voice low and his body tense with the will to strike.

"Twenty."

I took my chance like stealing money from a bank, and I ran with it.

"When I was walking back I saw Asriel-!"

"Nineteen."

"At first I couldn't see your cigarettes where they were last and then the Prince jumped down from a tree-!"

"Eighteen."

Each word that left my mouth seemed to fast for G to understand, and I would be lucky to have him on my side after this.

Though I didn't stop and I continued quickly, fear striking me as he counted down.

"I was afraid! Terrified-"

"Seventeen!" G continued, his voice getting louder and harsher, the Prince Fury taking over him.

"He talked with me! Telling me about how he loved being alone with me and wanted to talk to me for so long-!"

"Sixteen!"

Tears pricked my eyes and I stepped back like a begging child, my hands in front of me like useless cups begging for money.

"I tried to scream but he covered my mouth and pushed me to a tree! Threatening me to speak! I-"

"Fifteen."

"I COULDN'T MOVE!" I shouted, weakness lacing my voice along with the fear of G, knowing that friendship was nothing to him anymore, "I couldn't do anything except let him! Then I saw the gun-!"

"Fourteen..." His voice seemed to doubt himself, and I noticed him listening closer.

Regret pooled in when I realized I would have to explain how I never shot Asriel.

So I continued in the same fear.

"I took it and pulled away from him then I held it to his head-"

"Thirteen..." His counting and walking slowed and I knew just how furious he would be when I told him the truth.

"Then he talked about you and how you were tricking me, how you were lying to me this whole time and nothing is real and all of it is fake-"

"Twelve," G snarled, his voice sharper as his eye narrowed again, his fist clenching.

"I didn't believe him! I didn't I swear!" I tried, praying that G would at least soften at my comment.

"Eleven."

"I couldn't shoot him!" I burst out, tears now stinging my eyes with a terrifying fear.

"TEN!"

"I couldn't shoot him I couldn't kill him! I can't kill anyone G I couldn't do it! I wanted to, I wanted to so bad! But I just couldn't!" Sobs cracked my throat, and I stepped back in shaking terror as he began to walk more briskly, anger in each step.

"NINE!"

"I was afraid! I was so scared! So I ran G! I-"

"EIGHT!"

"I ran from him and I didn't look back! He chased after me and tried to catch me-"

"SEVEN!"

He was getting closer and I was just getting more afraid, my body shaking with the fear he forced down my throat.

Anger was burning his eyes, and I only remembered in prison is when I had saw it this bad before.

When he was thrashing.

Yelling.

Screaming in his fury.

"I found a door and ran inside-"

"SIX!"

G was speeding up his counting, and I felt as if the room would crack at his step.

"When it shut Asriel was locked behind! Asriel couldn't have followed me-!"

"FIVE!!!"

"I WAS WEAK!" I screamed, terror straining my voice and my heart as I fell to my knees, feeling G suddenly stop as I shook.

Then, when he didn't count, I quickly continued, "I was weak, I was afraid of what he would do to me, of what would happen and I let it take the courage from my heart. I let it take my determination."

Feeling his eyes on me, his angry, furious eyes, I shook with more fear.

"... Four..." 

Another step.

Another whimper.

"No matter how much I wanted to... I-I couldn't kill him..."

"... Three....."

"I was weak..."

"Two..."

"So hurt me... Destroy this weakness..."

"..."

Silence.

There was no one, and I could feel myself tremble terribly as he stood over me, his eyes staring me down.

I waited.

I waited for the pain, I waited for him to kick me, punch me, call me names, hurt me in any way possible.

Yet nothing came.

And after a long, trembling, empty, silence... G said in a tense voice, "I need to use the restroom."

Footsteps descended, and they almost sounded like echos to me as G walked in a different direction of the room, probably to the upstairs which I still had no knowledge about.

Though at the time, I didn't care.

I had his mercy, and it felt like I could breath again.

They came out in shuttering breaths and I could hardly believe my luck, my relief, as it flowed through my heart and stomach.

When he came back, I knew, I would need to tell him about how Asriel doesn't know our plan, and we are safer then expected.

Though the thought of mentioning Asriel again scared me.

Yet, for a moment, I felt regret lift from my shoulders.

And that moment, lasted a very, very long time.

When I had enough strength to stand, I looked at the fallen clothes rack and saw the dark colors as they mixed.

Sighing a long breath of still shaking relief, I walked back to the counter.

That's when something caught my eye.

And I almost choked on excitement. 

There, one one of the lower shelves, was a new pack of cigarettes, unused, and fresh.

And self lighting.

Yanking them from the self, I hardly noticed myself smile as I rushed back to the clothes room and walked to the dressing rooms, three doors in a line that had three chairs in front of them, probably for family members or friends.

For me, I used them to sit on and cross my legs with my hands behind my back, my eyes watching the doorway carefully as I waited for G to come back.

After what felt like hours of waiting (How long does it take the fool to go to the bathroom?) I finally saw his figure appear, and his hands rub his eyes with the palm.

Though it didn't do much, considering he had holes in his hands.

Smiling wide, I felt friendship in my hands as G walked over, looking slightly confused.

Without asking a question, or something important, G said simply, "... Weirdo."

My smile turned into a pout and I narrowed my eyes at him, yet felt more relieved in the fact that he was pretending nothing happened, like he always did.

That made the gift giving much easier.

"Well..." I started, "Actually, I found something interesting. You want to see what it is?"

"Pfft, no," G said, making me glare.

Growling, I stood up and shoved the cigarettes in his chest roughly.

"Fine then whatever, you can just have these," I said with a skeptical tone.

G's eyes widened with shock and astounding as he looked from me to the cigarettes.

Then, with a laugh in his throat, he picked me up in a hug and spun me around joyfully, his arms holding me loosely, letting me know we were back to being friends.

"Where did you get these?!" He laughed, ripping open the pack as soon as he set me down, already shoving one in his mouth and smoking the glorious smell.

Giggling from a giddy glee, I smiled and shrugged with my face tinted pink and my hands behind my back from a bashful happiness.

This was just the reaction I wanted, and it filled me with joy just to see it happen.

Inhaling a deep mainstream, G shut his eyes and let it out slowly, the smoke swirling in the air above him, letting me take the chance to take in the deep musky smell.

Finally, he smelt normal, and I smiled with enjoyment, seeming to almost forget about the whole fear from before.

Not expecting a thank you, I turned and walked back to the clothes while G sat down and smoked.

That's when a dress caught my eye.

I hadn't remembered the last time I had worn a dress, and just seeing it made my heart flutter with interest.

The length was just above the knees, and it tightened around the waist sharply, accenting every curve of the body as it lead to the upper half, tight there as well, as the sleeves turned to straps that would cling to your shoulders to keep the dress around you.

The shirt would spread slightly at the hips, and I knew it must've spun beautifully.

Whatever the urge was that took over me, I didn't stop it as it made my hands yank up the dress and run to the dressing rooms, past G who was still smoking but stopped to watch me pass.

"Uh, whatcha doing doll?"

Not even bothered by the nickname, I shut the door to a dressing stall and began to change.

When my shorts hit the ground, I heard a chair crash over which made me jolt from shock and fear.

"Whoa!" G's voice said shocked, "Are you taking off your clothes in there?!"

Blushing, I covered myself and yelled back, "NO PEEKING!!!"

Knowing G, I dressed quickly and covered myself up while I did so that he wouldn't have the chance to peek.

When I finished, I looked at myself in the body size mirror.

For the first time, I thought of myself beautiful.

I could see my curves, and my fair slightly scarred skin, and it seemed to glow from the light above. My hair, though matted and sticking out slightly, seemed to match the style of the chains that still tightened around my wrists. The best part was my smile that shinned like stars, matching my large brown milky eyes.

Beautiful.

Enjoyment fluttered my stomach, and I blushed slightly in wonder of what G might think seeing me like this.

Without a second thought, I opened the door and walked out, realizing that G was sitting on a chair smoking.

His cigarette fell from his mouth.

His hand hung in mid air as if he couldn't move.

And I could see his face tint a yellow.

Blush?

The thought brightened my cheeks and I looked away bashfully, not exactly knowing what he would say exactly.

Yet I felt beautiful.

So it must be good, right?

Wrong.

"... I hate it," G said casually, turning his head away, folding his arms and resting his ankle on his other leg as if his daze was never real.

Sadness spread through me, and I felt my heart skip a beat from disappointment as my shoulders slumped.

My heart sunk, and I looked down, my beautiful glow suddenly feeling like a dream.

A stupid, sweet dream.

Now, it was a nightmare, and I felt my heart sink.

"Oh..." I said, the word coming out softer then I had expected.

Bashful and embarrassed, I covered myself with my arms, and suddenly heard G burst into laughter.

This made me feel more sick, and my stomach ached with embarrassment as my face burned red.

I looked away.

"Geez dove," G laughed, picking up his cigarette and putting it in his mouth again, "Don't believe everything I say god."

My blush brightened, and I looked up at him with a light flickering my eyes.

Hope.

I had slight hope.

Why did I care anyway?

"... What do you think of it then?" I said confidently, a bit annoyed with the fact he decided to trick me.

Standing up, G chuckled and walked over slowly so that he was standing over me, his eye looking down at me and his smirk now stuck to his mouth.

"Lets just say..." He said, my face burning more the closer he got.

Why was I so heated up?

Why did my heart beat faster?

Why was I feeling sweaty and nervous?!

Especially when he leaned to my ear, his smoke reaching my nose as he whispered, "If ya grinded on me in that... Your plan in prison would have worked..."

With those final words, G turned and walked back to the main shop room.

Leaving me breathless in that beautiful black dress.

*****

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