*Frisk's POV*

Thoughts of Leah filled me, and my contact with reality seemed far off.

There was so much I hadn't said, so much I should have said. 

She should have known how brave she was, how courageous. She was courageous, but she could never get my answer.

Would it have mattered? 

If I had told her yes, in her dying moments if I had screamed yes, would it have been worth it?

Would it have mattered?

My words slapped me over and over, screaming at me, telling me that it mattered, that she mattered, the answer mattered, and she was gone now.

Gone without an answer to the question.

It was all my fault.

'If you only screamed yes,' I told myself, still trembling in G's arms as I cried with my eyes shut tightly, 'If you screamed yes, if you had only said yes! Yes oh god yes! You should have said yes!' 

Yet I hadn't spared even one second to speak.

All I had done was cry out her name, listening to her voice as it strained in a horrific scream, her body being trampled and killed under hundreds of people.

Going back.

I wanted to go back and change my words.

I wanted to go back and find someway I could have helped her.

I wanted her to be alive, be with us now.

I wanted her to be a coward.

I wished she had never had the courage to stay back and hold the door.

I wished so much, I wanted so much, yet everything seemed so far away, so impossible.

Because it is impossible.

Letting go of what had happened seemed to be the best option, but I couldn't allow myself to fight the regret that continued to scold me, telling me about how I should have said yes, telling me how I should have helped.

Telling me about how much of a coward I was.

Coward.

I was a coward.

There was nothing more to me then a weak coward that could do nothing in the face of danger.

So many have died because of me, and I couldn't stop thinking about the sick Peace Plan and how if maybe I agreed to it in the beginning, none of this would have happened-

If I had never met G, none of this would have happened.

No!

Thoughts pounded against my skull, but I couldn't let them blame everything, I couldn't let them blame anything else, not even myself.

This wasn't something that could have been stopped.

At least, not in a good way.

But where was the justice?

Where was the peace?

Justice seemed like a fake thing to me, something that had never existed.

It seemed like an excuse that everyone used to get what they want.

But it was never real.

It was never there.

It was always used for selfish reasons, for selfish people.

Like G.

No...

No I couldn't think that about him.

Not while he was holding me in his arms, letting me cry as he tried to comfort my weak heart.

Perhaps I was the only selfish one here.

Besides Asriel.

We were a perfect match, weren't we?

The sick thought caused more tears to spill from my eyes, and I shriveled up in G's arms, letting them wrap tighter around me.

His forehead pressed against mine, and I hardly noticed due to all the tears that blinded me in a blurry mess.

"Look dollface I know-" G started, his voice low and soft as if he was speaking to a child.

All I could do was shake my head, stopping him from speaking, stopping him from making me feel worse inside.

His voice made my heart sink, and his words made my stomach turn to mush.

I couldn't let him speak to me, not while I cried.

Everything seemed to slip my mind, and I had forgotten why Leah had died in the first place.

Until suddenly, a loud voice broke through my shaky sobs, and it sounded like it was amplified through the entire room.

"Oh...? And what have we here?" 

The voice was metallic like a robots, and there was the sound of clicking heals and metal as if someone was walking.

When my eyes pealed open, I turned my head slowly with a sniff to see where we were.

A large, no... Enormous room stretched out before us, full of cameras and lights that hung from the ceiling, all pointing to the middle of the room where a stage was set, only a few inches off the floor. 

The stage was made from polished wood, and the backdrop was of the city, large letters at the top saying:

Mettaton's Magical Talk Show!
With the most dramatic news to share!
Live- Now.

The letters were fancy, and made from bright lights that reminded me of the stripper club back near G's home, which made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

Not only did that make me feel uncomfortable, it was the fact everyone in the room was staring at us.

A small audience of people was in front of the stage, their heads all focused on my crying figure. Producers and camera men were staring, and I was praying they didn't have the cameras facing us as well.

Not only was everyone staring at us, there was a figure walking towards us.

The figure was metal, and had shiny black hair that was styled to the side, around his shoulders was a pink fury scarf that swayed with every movement he made. Some of the metal was a hot pink that pulled my eyes away from the robots face, although I continued to try and look at it.

Noticing the cameras were following the robot, G and I quickly untangled and I wiped my eyes, covering my face with my hands from embarrassment. 

Though I almost didn't care crying in front of all those people, realizing that it was for Leah.

Except when I remembered the word LIVE and the thought that everyone in the entire world was watching this station, I had the determination to keep my tears inside.

The robot continued walking to us, his heels clacking against the ground, making the sound echo through the entire room.

"Oh dear! You two took quiet a tumble didn't you?" The robot said as he stopped in front of us, G's face looking away.

His cheeks were dusted yellow, and I realized everyone had seen him hold me.

I blushed.

"Now what have we here?" The robot continued, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at us, his robotic eyes scanning our figures, "We have the former Prince, and a girl! What's this?" 

His hand grabbed my wrist, and I felt my eyes shoot open as the hand pulled me into the air for all to see.

"It's the Princess!"

Everyone's gasp filled the room, and from the corner of my eye I could see the robot also gasping with his other hand  in front of his mouth as if he was one of the audience members himself.

Shock and worry gutted me out from the inside, and I felt my face burn red from embarrassment and tears as the cameras pointed at us, their focus on the robot and his grip on me.

I tried to look away, tried to find some way to cover my face as I felt stage fright twist a knot in my heart, but the robot shook his head and clicked his tongue as he turned my head to face him.

"Oh darling don't be shy! The camera must see that beautiful face of yours!"

The compliment caused more blush to cover my face, and I gulped down my fear as I stared into the robotic eyes that seemed almost... Kind.

"Say something for the audience would you?" He offered, smiling as he turned to face the cameras.

I did the same, but as soon as I did, the knot in my heart grew bigger and I felt as if I was going to puke.

Trembling, I shook my head bashfully and looked away again.

All the robot did was laugh, and I blushed more as everyone else joined in.

"Isn't she precious folks?" He announced, dropping me on my feet but still holding my wrist tightly, as if he was making sure I didn't run away.

That terrified me, and I wondered how much he knew about my situation.

"Why don't we give the Princess a hand?" He said, looking at me again with a clicking smile.

Everyone clapped, and I felt my heart lighten a bit as they cheered for me.

Then I remembered they all were in accidental support of the Peace Plan, and that was the only reason they were clapping and cheering.

They thought I was going to save them.

The entire audience was monsters, I realized. And all of them wanted equality between humans and monsters.

Was I taking that away from them?

Which choice was true justice?

Before I knew what was going on, the robot began pulling me to the stage springily, his steps balanced and formal in his high pink heels.

When my bewildered eyes caught sight of G, I saw him scramble to his feet and quickly follow, his eyes full of the same shock and worry that I felt.

"Oh isn't this just wonderful folks! The Princess has come for a visit, and she brought the Prince G as well!"

Soon everyone gasped, and the cameras flicked off me and to G who stopped dead in his tracks, his face embarrassed and shocked, his mouth sealed shut as if he would make a fool of himself from anything he said.

For a moment, I thought he had stage fright, but then his tight mouth turned into a sinister smirk and he lightened up as he waved, enjoying all the glorious attention he was receiving.

Then the robot gasped, and the audience went quiet as he said, "But what's this? Wasn't it just today when we heard the news of G betraying the royal family?!"

Everyone gasped, and although I was sick to my stomach and worried, I had to compliment the robot on making everything more dramatic then it already was.

"Now what could have brought these two together, here in this news room in front of thousands of cameras?!" The robot continued, not seeming to worry about G and his traitorous ways.

Realizing I was now on the stage, and the cameras were on me again, I could see everyone wanted me to answer the question.

Except my throat was dry, and my head was spinning with fear as the robot gripped tighter to my wrist, as if forcing me to answer.

Then again, I wondered if he worried for me.

Worried about my fright in front of the camera, worried about G taking me, worried about how this would turn out.

He hadn't planned on this to happen, he hadn't planned on two of the most important people in the building to barge in and interrupt his show.

Though he was very good at improvising.

Much better then I was anyway.

"Actually, Mettaton," G said to the robot, walking on stage with a smirk, "I have the very answer to that question."

Mettaton gasped along with the crowd, and again with his shocked face, he said, "The former Prince has the answer! Oh dear G, why don't you tell these lovely people what you have to say?"

Thankful that everyone's attention was now on G, I sighed in relief and looked at him, ready for what his plan was.

There was no need to convince the producer which must be Mettaton, because he already seemed excited to let us on his show, even though G was a traitor and criminal.

Slowly, G walked over to the cameras, and I realized everyone in the entire world was watching this.

In fact, it was probably pasted everywhere in the city! On billboards, on signs, even on buildings.

Everyone was watching the news that Mettaton had to say, and everyone was watching the Princess and former Prince.

The thought was terrifying, and I could almost feel everyone hold their breath as G stuck his face in one of the cameras.

His face was also on a large screen that was placed for the audience's view of what was being showed around the world, and it was only of G.

I myself was holding my breath, and he started off very slowly and serious, "Prince Asriel..."

This was it.

This was the moment that G would tell everyone about the Damn Prince.

About the abuse.

The plan.

The sick lies and cheating.

The sick power and words.

This was the confession I was waiting for, this was everything I was waiting for.

But then, G finished with a smirk on his face as his eyes turned humorous and amused.

"Prince Asriel," He said casually, "Can kiss. My. Ass."

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A/N: HELLO MY FRANS FANS!

I do hope you enjoyed this chappie!

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY EVERYONE!!!

Now I must go speak with my mother, and there will be no spoilers for next chappie.

SORRY NOT SORRY!

I absolutly love the fanart and questions by the way!

You all are so talented and I'm like AAHHHH I WISH I COULD DRAW!

But I can't and that's okay cause I feel great anyway.

(Even though I'm probably not)

ANYWAYYYYY

I hope you guys liked Mettaton, and he will be very important in next chappie.

Lots of things will.

SONGS!

"Smoke - Plumb" (Requested by someone on my message board.

And that's all I have except the song to "Lost memories" which is an animation for RPGS. 

There's also that song from "Missing Halloween" that also fits well I guess.

WELP.

BYE!