*Frisk's POV*

If I had the chance to ask G about everything that had just happened, I would have.

Yet instead, after we finished teleportation, my words caught in my throat and my eyes stared at the room around me instead of G, who was in fact still holding me in his arms.

The room was made from an ugly black stone, and had no doors. The only way in was by teleportation, but after looking around, I wondered why anyone would ever want to live here.

One bulb of light was hanging from a string that looked as if it would break at any breath of air. A brown rigidity desk was in a corner, and a chair was next to it without any arm rests. Other then G and I, the only other thing was a dirty mattress and a dark tan rag that seemed like a ripped blanket.

Even without looking at him, I could feel G's weakness while he tried to stand straight and hold me confidently.

That is, until he put me down on my bleeding ankle, and passed out onto the mattress.

I collapsed onto the ground, finally able to breathe normally.

Well, sorta. 

The breaths came out in sharp ragged gasps, as if I was struggling to catch my breath from holding it for a long time. 

The gunshots still rang in my head, even though we were in a silent room, G only snoring slightly.

My eyes stared at the ground, but shot up when the light flickered slightly.

Fear trembled my bones and dug under my skin, threatening tears in my eyes.

Then I remembered the pain in my foot, and I slowly slid my knee to my chest to examine the wound.

Lucky for me, the bullet only grazed my ankle.

Unlucky for me, the bullet grazed my ankle.

I hissed in pain at the sight of my own blood as it dripped slowly down my shaking foot.

Blood was a dark red that looked dull in the light. It seemed delicate, and I touched my ankle gently with the tip of my finger.

The pain was forceful as it struck through me, causing me to hiss again and bite my bottom lip from screaming.

I pulled away my finger, sharply in fact, and brought my shaking hand to my face.

The blood looked shiny when I held it up, and the red seemed lighter then before.

I was determined to make sure this blood wasn't weakness to me.

'This is not weakness,' I told myself, unaware I was ignoring the pain until I tried to move a bit. 

Of course, this was a mistake and I let out a yelp before covering my mouth with the hand that touched the blood.

Stopping, I tensed up and felt myself shake even worse then before. 

My blood felt warm, and slick on my skin, though I did wish it would stop dripping from the gash in my ankle.

Staring at the blood, I felt as if I couldn't blink. I felt like one blink would cause something to lash out, something horrible to happen.

Although, I knew nothing bad would happen if I shut my eyes, but I couldn't seem to stop staring at it.

Taking deep breaths, I held in the last one and rolled up my black legging while ignoring the stinging pain.

When I finished, I let out a sharp breath and steadied my breathing.

I had to bandage the wound somehow, and I looked at my half ripped shirt.

Taking all my strength, I ripped the rest of the bottom off, so it was as if I had a crop-top that was cut off right at the beginning of the waist.

Using the bottom of my tank-top, and the rest of the ripped shirt, I wiped off the blood and wrapped the black tank-top around my ankle.

It would be lying if I said tears weren't involved.

Though when I finished, a sigh of relief left my shaking lips, and I laid back against the wall next to the mattress, (Where G had dropped me).

Shutting my eyes finally, full of peace and the want for rest, I tried to think of the questions I would ask G, and how I would ask them.

Thinking about how I needed to plan my conversations with G because he was so tricky, made anger flick my heart.

Yet I calmed myself, and continued to plan, knowing I would have a perfect conversation if I followed the guide lines.

Of course, when he finally woke up though, I had forgotten everything I would say.

Instead I turned to look at him while he groaned and sat up slowly.

He rubbed his skull and his eyes seemed dazed over with sleep when they looked at me.

"... Oh..." He mumbled, his voice slurred with a tired glaze, "Right... Forgot about that..."

As he stretched, his bones creaking again, I opened my mouth to speak, yet to many things tried to force their way out so I just gaped and stared at G.

What an idiot I must've looked like.

Finally, his glance turned back to me and he let out a long sigh and said, "Got something to say dollface?"

Immediately I blurted out, "Where are we?"

Sighing again G seemed to force a smirk and answered, "My home."

Looking around the room again, as if the awfulness was too much to believe, I said, "This place? Out of everywhere in the city?"

"Hey! You didn't see me bashing on that hell hole of a house you had."

Just like that, he was back to normal G and stood up with a grunt.

"I'm just saying..." I said, trying to ignore his insult, "This place looks lonely. How do people get inside?"

"That's the point doll," He said walking to the desk, "It keeps people out."

While he opened a drawer and fished for something inside, I continued to ask questions such as, "How did you find this place anyway?"

"Heh, trying to find a back story goodie-goodie?" He smirked and walked over with a shot in his hand.

My eyes widened as he bent down next to me and stabbed the shot into my ankle, the fluids streaming in as I screamed.

"Jesus kid," He grumbled pulling out the shot as I hyperventilated, "It's just a shot for the pain, did ya think I was drugging ya or something?"

His eyes glanced at me for a moment then back at my bandaged foot. He re-wrapped it and put the shot away.

Clearing my throat, I watched him and continued, "Well, no. I was just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat," He chuckled softly and smirked his awful smirk while turning to me, "I accidentally found it. When monsters where free, I sneezed at eleven years old, and found this place. Of course, I passed out from the lack of energy. But when I woke up, it kinda just became my home."

His words sounded true, and I relaxed knowing he wasn't lying to me in any way.

"What about your parents? Did they know about you leaving?"

G's head turned to me, and his smirk was replaced with a glare.

"Now you're hunting for a back story..."

He was right, I was and I looked away sheepishly, my face red with embarrassment.

Asking the next question, I looked back at him.

"Why did you help me? And... why did they want to hurt me?"

He let out a sharp laugh and I growled in anger at his arrogance. 

"Ya think I did that for you?! I was just trying to get back at the Prince!" He laughed more and I burned with anger.

I shouted, "How did you know where I lived anyway?! And how did you know they would be with me huh?"

Another one of his famous smirks crossed his lips as he grabbed the chair and set it down across from me, sitting down with his legs open in relaxation.

"I stalked ya."

"WHAT?!" I screamed boiling with anger as he smirked more.

Laughing, he said, "Come on kid, it was only once, and it happened to be the day Asriel wanted to... well, ya know. I got lucky. Killed two birds with one stone." He shrugged and rolled his eyes, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket.

He always seemed to have those.

"Actually, I don't know. And why were you stalking me anyway?" I growled, my words laced with sharp, dry anger.

"First, I was stalking ya so I could know where you lived. Maybe pull a few pranks to freak ya out. Second, didn't Asriel try to kidnap ya?"

Another shout left my lips and G smirked with a groan.

"Right, forgot you were dumb."

"Excuse me?!"

"What? Just saying," He leaned back in the chair and smoked a bit.

Even though my eyes were tempted to follow the smoke, I stared at him with a glare saying, "What do you mean he tried to kidnap me?"

"I mean, he tried to kidnap you. What else could that mean?" He laughed, "Besides, why do you think I told you not to eat the pie?"

As I looked back, my mind flicked to Toriel's sweet voice that was meant to distract me, meant to trick me into the unknown Prince.

If G hadn't stepped in, who knows what would have happened to me.

I was certain G would know.

So I asked, "Why would he want to kidnap me?"

Sighing, G stopped smirking but continued smoking as he leaned forward a bit.

"That... is where things get messy. You told him your soul right? Whats the color?"

Remembering how the last encounter with that question went, I shook my head and folded my arms across my chest tightly.

"No way. I am not going to give you that information considering you have already kidnapped me," I said this because I had no idea why they wanted to know my soul color anyway.

"I saved your life goodie-to-shoe-slut! So don't give me back talk," He narrowed his eyes and let out a puff of smoke, "I'm asking so I can know how powerful it is. Not because I'm some horny goat."

"Um, what?!" 

G chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Damn, you really are stupid."

"Because you aren't telling me anything!" I shouted with anger, afraid and desperate to know the truth.

"I'll give you information, if you give me yours."

Growling, I realized I didn't have much of an option. So I answered, "Red..."

G's eyes widened, and he seemed genuinely shocked, which satisfied me a bit.

I didn't let him know that though and I averted my eyes from him.

"Wow... determination huh?" He said puffing more smoke, his eyes still wide with wonder.

"Yeah..." I said, trying not to sound clueless, "I guess so..."

"... I don't think you know this kid, but you are the last known human or monster in all existence with that soul."

That is when it was my turn to be shocked.

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A/N: YAY!

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LIFE IS GOOD!

I hope you guys liked this chapter, and got some information.

More will be revealed next chappie and I do hope you like it!

*SPOILERS*

G AND FRISK ARE GONNA HAVE TO SNEAK AROUND THE CITY AND HAVE TO FIND ALPHYS IN THE UNDERGROUND WHO-

OH SHIT AND ASRIEL IS GONNA BE PISSED AT G FOR BEING SUCH A PRICK AND STUFF-

Okay that's all I'm spoiling.

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