*Frisk's POV*

Nothing was more horrific, more tragic, more emotionally scaring then the time Asriel had found us.

I remember every detail as if it were written in words, I remember every blurry emotion that raced through me with sickly thoughts, with worried feelings.

Everything had fallen apart at that one moment, everything had terrified me.

I felt as if all our hard work, all the suffering and sick suffocation that dragged me down was worth nothing as we were surrounded by the people who had fought to find us.

The Prince walked into the circle that was created by Crew members to block G and I from running.

Each member had a gun, each gun was pointed at G. One blinking move, and he would be killed.

One move, and I would be swept off my feet by Asriel and taken away for his own powerful pleasure.

One move... And I would loose G.

I couldn't focus, my mind racing with panicked thoughts that wouldn't keep out of my heavy head.

Though my eyes had turned to Alphys for just a moment, who was shaking and facing away from me, her head down with tears tapping on the floor of the silent room.

I had felt only one feeling with her, and it wasn't pity.

Disappointment, like those times when Bella watched me get beaten by G.

No, this was worse, I could feel my blood boiling with sadness, and my stomach knotted in cold sickness.

Sickness in trusting Alphys.

Wasn't it all obvious?

Shouldn't I had known that she was working for Asriel, that she knew they were hiding in her dusty lab?

All the proof had been in front of me, yet I still chose to trust her filthy lies.

Except something inside me, still felt the slight pity for the poor doctor, and I could see the same regret I had all my life, in Alphys.

The same regret Grillby had in his emotionless eyes while he died at Asriel's stiff gun point.

Same regret that even Bella's terrified scream had stabbed into my heart, while I had turned and walked away from her dying soul.

What color was her soul?

Thinking about her made me sick, made me guilty, and my attention quickly turned to G, who was standing in front of me now, his arm out and his body ready to attack anyone who came near us.

Though his eyes flicked around just as Alphys' had, when she was nervous about us finding out her secret.

Her sick, betraying secret.

With my stomach knotting up again, I glanced from G to the Prince who was walking closer with each moment that passed, his smirk so sickly, so desperate, it made me want to cry.

I could feel the anger begin to gather inside G, and he trembled with it.

Fury.

Prince Fury.

Too be honest with myself, I was terrified not only of Asriel, but of G as well.

Who knew what he would do at a time like this, who knew what G planned on doing when he finally was face to face with the Prince, finally able to hurt him.

Except he couldn't, because of all the guns pointed at his direction.

Though I knew that he would do something foolish.

I had felt it.

I kept close to him, thinking that if somehow when I'm closer to him, they would hesitate their gun fire in fear of hitting me.

I wondered for a moment what the Prince would do to them if they did shoot me.

Then I almost considered it, realizing if I died then maybe none of this would-

No.

I stopped myself and realized death is never the answer.

Death would never bring justice.

When I glanced up at G's figure that was still guarding me, his body seeming tense and worried, yet also furious and serious, I noticed that in his eyes he had only fury.

Only the Prince Fury.

Before I could stop him, his eyes turned to Alphys and his stiff body went stiffer as the anger rose through his chest and out his mouth as he screamed, "WE TRUSTED YOU ALPHYS!"

Everything happened so fast, and I only had time to notice Alphys' stubby figure turn around from fear of G's anger before two gruff arms grabbed mine and yanked me back from G, who yelled and tried to rush at Alphys, letting anger guide him.

Though his launch was cut short, and two other arms grabbed him tightly, trying to old him back as the Prince yelled, "Restrain him!"

With my numb body it was hard to struggle, hard to move, my eyes stayed wide open like my mouth while my feet pushed against the stale floor, trying hard to escape the clutch of the men holding tightly to me.

Watching two more men grab hold of G, his legs thrashing and a roar escaping his throat, made me have flashbacks of when we were in prison and he was escaping.

Each time he had tried to escape, this had happened.

Each time, he had failed horribly, and was left in his angry heat.

Letting my body go limp, I felt myself tremble and the dusty ground meet my knees as my eyes stared, staring at G who was forced onto his knees as well, his sturdy chest heaving with vexed air.

I knew we had failed.

I knew that everything was over, and everything that had happened didn't matter.

Yet I suddenly felt the same frustration that G had well up inside me, and fill my thoughts with words that screamed, 'THIS ISN'T FAIR!'

Opening my mouth to scream these words, I felt the air get locked in my chest and the words just come as a shaking whimper that could barley be heard through G's raging cries and his fierce struggles.

Though I had noticed Alphys' face turn to me, her eyes serious and her lip trembling as tears slid down her cheeks slowly.

I turned away from her, trying to make her feel the regret she deserved.

Yet I felt that was unfair, thinking that she probably already had so much on her shoulders, so much regret pounding against her reptile skull that it was unfair of me to add more.

 So, I glanced back up at her, my body still putting in a weak struggle against the men who held me back, my feel now limp and numb from the cold ground.

My face read grief, and I tried to replace it with my eyes saying, "I'm sorry... I forgive you..."

A cold gasp escaped Alphys' lips, and although I couldn't hear it, I could see her eyes widen and her hand raise to her mouth as if to cover it, yet still debating.

Imagining what it must've felt like to her, I tried to imagine what would have happened if Bella had done that to me.

If Grillby had done that to me.

Would it give me more guilt, or make me feel better?

Without time to think about it, I heard the Prince speak in his normal slick voice, his words slithering into the musky air then into my ears.

"Well, well, well... It's been a while hasn't it G?"

My head whipped around to face the scene, and I could see G still throwing in tugs of a struggle as the Prince looked down on his pressured and stiff body, his arms cuffed behind him and being held by the Crew to keep his body down in kneeling position.

Though it didn't stop him from stiffening his face and stretching a cold smirk that matched his fiery eyes.

"Long time no see, right Azzy?" G smirked, his words sharp and clear, as if the struggling wasn't taking his strength.

Made me feel weak myself, realizing that it was taking a whole lot of my strength to even stay conscious through all of this.

Though I was glad I did, because Asriel shouted out in a voice that was so furious, it was almost funny to me, "Don't call me that!"

Instead of giggling, I just stared in complete horror at all that happened.

G and the Prince were talking, and still no one had died yet.

Yet.

Unlike me, G had chuckled with sharp humor and stared up at the Prince, his body making slight struggle movements at random times as he added, "Were's your pony Azzy? Left it at home with your rabbits?"

This time, I couldn't hold back a laugh, and I shut my mouth quickly as Asriel's head whipped around to face me.

I felt my body relax slightly, and realized G wasn't going to give up on this.

G was going to get us out somehow, and I believed it with my love-sick heart that ached at his name.

With a growl and sharp turn, Asriel snarled at G for making me laugh as he said, "Idiot... I thought you'd be smart enough to know I'm an adult. Unlike you."

"I thought you'd be smart enough to know the same thing Azzy Asshole."

A smile twitched my shut lips, and my eyes watched the scene with amusement.

Even if it was all over, which I had hope that it wasn't, I was glad Asriel was getting jabbed at by G's clever words and his witty eyes.

Until of course, the Prince had slapped him across the face so hard the sound was striking to everyone's ears.

My eyes couldn't glance at Alphys, though I knew she was watching with her hand still half over her mouth with shock at my forgiveness.

 Anger flicked me, and I took a deep breath to calm it down as I watched G stare off to the right side for a moment, opposite of me.

Then he jolted with struggles, trying to get out of the hold and lunge at the Prince so he could strangle him and perhaps kill him.

That's all G truly wanted to do.

Kill the Prince, and have his revenge.

Or so I thought.

Sick laughter coated the air and I growled slightly as I watched Asriel laugh at G's angry struggle.

G's coat sleeve had slid off a bit, making him seem almost weak to someone who didn't know him, and the men continued to hold him back while he growled.

"Why fight back G? You know it's over..." Asriel cooed, his voice slick and slithery as he turned away from G, walking with his hands behind his back and cloak.

"This is not over! I wont let this be over!" G cried out, his passion dipping into each word he said, making my heart sick with worry for him.

I was so stupidly love-sick.

"There is nothing that you can do about it G..." Continued Asriel, while he grabbed a pistol from one of the Crew members before glancing his head at G with a wicked smile.

I knew that smile.

And it sunk my heart in fear, drowning it in worry.

With gasping breaths, I watched Asriel turn to G again, walking over slower and slower while G's eyes widened with the realization of what was happening.

"N-No!" I cried out, my voice ragged in the air, though it sliced nicely through and still got to Asriel's ears.

His walking stopped, and his head faced me sharply.

A sickly smirk.

Lowered blue eyes.

Slow walking that was aimed at me, coming closer and closer with each frightened breath that reached my lips.

"Oh my Princess..." He slurred in a seductive voice, one that made me shiver and regret calling out.

He stopped for a moment to trail a finger across my cheek, daring me to bite it off as he said softly, "I'll get to you in just a moment~..."

Of course, I didn't snap at his finger, though I did spit at his sickly face with mine as cold and stiff as stone.

Growling, Asriel wiped off the spit and I smiled a bit at his glare as he flicked it away.

Leaving me and heading back to G, I filled with panic in realizing I hadn't done anything at all.

G was still going to die.

I felt tears fill my eyes and I struggled roughly, feeling the gruff hands tighten around me as Asriel continued to walk.

How could I have let this happen?

I almost considered giving myself in, giving myself away to Asriel so that G could live but then I realized no matter what, Asriel would kill G.

"Sending you back to prison would be useless," Asriel confirmed as he loaded the gun, standing before G who looked back at him harshly, "You'd just escape again and again, trying to find some way to foil with my plan."

G stayed silent, and that scared me more than anything.

With a smirk, the Prince continued, "But as you can see, there is no point in trying to ruin my plan. A flower can be forced to bloom, isn't that right, Dr. Alphys?"

For a fleeting second, my eyes glanced at her.

All I could see was her shuttering imagine with closed eyes that spilled moist tears, dripping to the floor as she cried out her regret.

Looking back at Asriel and G, I watched Asriel's satisfied smirk.

He was enjoying his victory.

Nice and slow, just to make G suffer.

I was terrified for when I was my turn to suffer.

Again, G was silent, and his cold eyes were empty.

Except they were dry with anger that stiffened his bones.

No struggle, no movement.

Only the cold stone glare at Asriel.

"Sigh... Killing seems like the only way to insure safety for my people..."

Asriel rose the gun, and pointed it at G's forehead, just like he had with Grillby.

"Seems like the only way I can have Frisk..."

My heart raced with the fear of watching G die.

My heart raced with panic of hearing another gunshot, of watching more regret pool into me without preparation.

No matter how many times I had seen it, I could never be prepared for death.

And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't scream how much I loved G.

I couldn't scream how I loved his smirk, his smile, his laugh, his prideful actions, his love for science. I couldn't scream how much I would miss his jokes and teasing, how I would miss those moments we had together, running, hiding, even messing around in the shop. I couldn't say how much I wanted to smell his smoke again, hear his words again, I wanted him to speak again to say something again!

Except there was nothing, besides the tears that stung my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks bitterly, their sting leaving a trail.

A gunshot I could not look at.

I let my eyes squeeze shut, and my mind shut off as the gun rang out, shrilling into my ears with a fierce sound that was almost blinding.

A cry escaped from my lips, and I cried terrible tears that swarmed with regret and pain.

My heart ached, and I could only feel myself tremble and my breath raggedly move while I stared at the cold ground, expecting blood or more dust to fall beneath my eyes.

Until I heard words.

Until I heard those four words that made my head shoot up and look at the damn Prince who said in a low, emotionally pained voice:

"... I can't do it..."

Shock relieved me as I stared at G who was still alive, still breathing slowly and deeply, his eyes never leaving the Prince who's arm was in the air, the gun pointed at the ceiling above.

G was alive.

G was breathing.

G was stiffly staring at the Prince with predictable anger that caused his breathing to move shaky and deep.

Or it was the fear of the bullet that had almost gone through his head.

"You were my friend G..." Asriel continued. His voice was true and honest, yet still his slick Prince sound, "You were like a brother to me..."

His hand slowly lowered, and I suddenly noticed G's face soften, his eyes empty and emotionless.

"How could I kill my best friend...?" Asriel asked softly, his eyes turning to G with gentle eyes.

G growled low, as if his mood hadn't changed and he said, "You are not my friend... You could never be my friend you-"

 "What if I made you a Prince?"

The words stopped the room.

They stopped my heart, my breathing, my eyes staring in complete shock at the words.

Staring in complete shock at G's mouth that shut, his eyes going empty again.

Taking the silence as an option to continue, the Prince said, "I could bring you into the crown... I could make you my brother... People will love you, respect you! People will rejoice at your name, worship it!"

To even me, the words were convincing, yet I knew they wouldn't trick G.

Except I looked back to the time in prison, when all G ever did was try and get people to worship him.

That time in the hotel, when he made everyone respect him.

Worry began to fill me again, and I shook my head weakly, praying that G could see me from the corner of his eye.

"That's all you ever wanted wasn't it?" Asriel said, his words eager to have G on his side, eager to have his friend back.

Or just a strong ally.

Then he spoke truth.

Sick, terrible truth that made my eyes widen, my heart stop again, and my breathing become ragged.

"This was never for the justice, G... You wanted to look like a hero, you wanted people to look at you and think, 'That's G, the man who brought us justice!' ... Yet can't you see that the Peace Plan will make you look like that...?"

G hesitated.

'No.'

The word was stuck in my mind, yet it was sharp and forceful, demanding power to my mouth and soul.

'No.'

It sparked my determination, yet it also sparked my fear and worry.

'No.'

I wanted G to shout the word, to scream it and rage his way out of this, rage his way to saving me!

'No!'

I wanted to scream it! I wanted to shout the word so loud it shook the ground!

Taking the silent chance I said sharply, determination and fear in my words, "No... G, please... You don't want that..."

It sounded more caring then forceful, and I felt weakness fill me as G looked at me with the same cold stare, that suddenly melted into confusion at the decision.

"Come with me G, let me take Frisk, and you will become a Prince. You will be powerful, loved, respected by everyone! No one would ever lay a finger on you! All I ask for... Is your friendship back... All I wish for, is my Princess..."

The words were so sickly, so disgustingly tempting, I shouted loudly, "No!"

Though my words had no effect, and G looked back at the Prince with the most sickly smirk crossing his face.

Then Asriel smiled, and the Crew members let G go.

Asriel stared at G, his lips curling into a similar smirk while G stood and brushed himself off.

Three words entered my head.

Three words had broken my heart, shattered my mind, making me full of regret and sickness and stupid anger at G and his lies-!

Asriel had said these three words, and my heart shattered at the mention of them.

"I Thought So..."

'G always was, quite the actor.'

'G had made me believe this was for justice, yet all he really wanted, was to be a part of the Peace Plan himself.'

'After he killed the Prince, he was planning to take the thrown.'

'He was planning to be worshiped.'

'He wanted power.'

'He was just the same as selfish Asriel, and I had thought I loved him.'

With those thoughts my heart continued to shatter, and I felt it's sharp pain as I gasped for breath that wasn't around me, as I felt more tears trail down my face fiercely.

G and the Prince chuckled to themselves, and soon the whole room was laughing except me and Alphys, who was shuttering and crying with each laugh that filled her ears.

I on the other hand...

I bawled.

I cried with anger and I sobbed with regret and pain in my heart.

How could I have let him trick me?

How could I have ignored his lies, his selfish lies?!

"HOW COULD YOU?!" I screamed at G, tears flowing from my eyes as I trembled in anger and weakness, suddenly trying to struggle from the Crew's grip again.

There was no hesitation in G's actions as he looked at me with a sickly smirk, letting Asriel drape the cloak over his jacket covered shoulders.

Slowly, he walked over to me and bent down to my level, making me so furious I suddenly knew the feeling of Prince Fury.

"How could I... What? Dollface?" 

The nickname was never so hideous, so disgusting to me, and I shouted, "How could you let me be taken by this goat and make me have children against my will?!"

Just looking at him made my heart sting and ache, filling me with overloads of regret that knotted my stomach and made more tears fill my eyes.

Then G grabbed my chin gently, his smirk trying to look kind as his eyes lowered and his words fell out pitifully.

"Aw... Dove... That's all you're good for, isn't it?"

Anger.

Frustration.

The absolute fury of wanting to kill him.

Never in my life had I ever felt so furious with him.

Never in my life was I so heart broken, so shocked, sad, and hurt that I felt my chin tremble as my glossy eyes widened.

G stood up with a chuckle, Crew members getting ready to leave with Asriel and the new Prince as they lifted me up by the arms.

The last thing I remember, were the two sickly smirks, and my raging scream that was mixed with tears, anger, and regret.

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A/N:

"... I....."

"Wanna be in..."

"The room where it happens... The room where it happens..."

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"I.... Wanna be in... The room where it happens..."

"I.... Wanna be in..."

"The room...."