*Frisk's POV*

When Asriel's body was on the ground, his blood flowing from the top of his head and to the floor, sure to leave a stain later on, G's breathing began to get faster, his jaw clenching tighter and his eyes fierce.

I looked up at him, worried about his strange behavior, but I was too late and he rose the gun again, pointing it once again at Asriel who was already dead.

Then he began shooting over and over, each bullet hitting the dead Prince's body somewhere, blood squirting with each shot as the body jolted and twitched from the impact.

Shock and worry filled the room, and my eyes widened as I used my good arm to place a hand on G's chest, pushing him back gently as if saying stop, yet he didn't listen and he continued shooting the dead body, that continued bleeding sickly.

Alphys covered her mouth with terrified eyes and Mettaton was silent, having the same expression as her creator.

"G," I said in a stern voice, pushing back a bit harder and stepping in front of him, looking into his furious eyes.

When he stared back, I could see only the rage that was aching his tense bones, my hand on his chest and my body close, wondering how I could calm him.

"I am not stopping until I see him turn to dust," G growled, his voice low and threatening, telling me he meant business.

"No, you don't need-" 

Despite my protest he pulled me to the side of him again and began shooting, his face stiff and the gun blasting over and over, being sure to haunt me later on.

"G!" I said, turning him away from Asriel sharply, confused on why he was so determined to continued shooting.

He stared into my eyes, and I focused on his, disturbed with how furious he was.

Except his eyes seemed to calm, and his breathing slowed, his grip on the gun loosening along with his grip on anger.

Alphys rushed to Asriel's dead body as it began turning to dust, and Mettaton walked to the cameras with a smile.

"And that's all we have for today's show! Be sure to come back tomorrow for more drama, action, and of course, BLOODSHED!" 

The cameras shut off, and Mettaton sighed softly, turning to G and I with a more gentle smile.

"Darlings, if you wouldn't mind leaving the stage for a while, we need to get the studio clean... and we have a lot to get to, isn't that right Dr. Alphys?"

Alphys nodded and looked away with worry as she trembled, "I-I'll begin f-finding the contacts of t-the dead audience..." 

Mettaton shook his head and said, "Oh no dear! I'll do all that work! It's my show after all! You need to take care of Asgore and Toriel, get into politics and such. T.v doesn't care about politics."

Nodding, Alphys turned to the Crew members and ordered nervously, "W-Would you a-all, um... H-Help clean up the mess? S-Some of you h-help find Asgore a-and Toriel... T-The rest of you g-get Frisk's arm and body to a m-medic and I'll talk w-with G..."

When she looked at G, her eyes flicked around with worry, and she motioned her head for him to follow her. 

G's attention left me, and he followed her in silence, not even looking back on me.

Something was wrong with him, and I felt guilty some how, as if it was my fault.

Once he left, everyone got to work on what she ordered them to do, and my eyes turned to the dust of Asriel, the damn Prince.

Shame welled up in my heart, and I scolded myself for feeling regret, something I continued to shove down and ignore.

Though it only made everything feel worse.

That's when a Crew member walked up to me, and held out a hand.

"Come with me. We'll get you help," She said, smiling warmly at me.

Hearing "help" struck something in me, and as I raised my hand to take hers, I could see my fingers shaking, and tears stung my eyes.

"T-Thank you..." I whispered in a weak voice as she kindly took me to the infirmary.

The words had never felt more comfortable rolling off my tongue.

Two weeks had passed, and already so much had happened.

Mettaton fixed his stage and his studio, and he carried on with his shows. 

Luckily there was no actual bloodshed.

Asgore and Toriel were found the second day of searching, Asgore turning himself in, and Toriel doing the same. They were sent to a familiar prison in the middle of no where.

I wondered if the bus driver knew he would be driving a former Queen and King to the prison that the Princess had escaped from.

Alphys took charge, and I was so proud of how confident she had grown.

Her regret seemed to fade away, and I wished mine would do the same.

But she had ruled the first week, taking care of chaos and stress that filled the entire city, and probably the world. She was on Mettaton's show a lot, yet she seemed more comfortable with Mettaton than anyone else.

I saw everything from the T.v in the hospital that was in the Castle, the nurse taking care of me would turn it on as she inspected my wounds.

One day, while I was watching Mettaton's show, Alphys had announced G as the newest Prince, and the audience seemed to have no problem with it.

Yet he didn't appear on screen, and I realized I hadn't seen him for about a week and a half.

If he was avoiding me, it didn't bother me too much, and it let me have a break from his teasing and nicknames.

And it gave me a chance on deciding what I would do after my arm healed.

When my arm was healed, my scars now small bruises that were already fading away, I was able to leave the hospital.

With a clean body, and mind, I felt like a fresh new person.

Except with nagging regret.

The pathetic and sick regret that still haunted me, still followed me.

It bugged me, it pinched me, filling me with a knot that continued to twist my stomach.

Yet with time to think, with my mind clearing, I knew just how to get rid of it.

Slowly walking down the halls of the castle, running my fingers through my brown soft hair that was now smooth and gentle to play with, I let my thoughts flow slowly, and didn't argue with anything that came to mind.

I let the silence comfort me, wrapping me in it's gentle arms like a soft blanket.

When I reached the stairs, I walked up slowly, running my fingers along the railing, my feet barley making a sound against the tile floors.

Soon, I got to the hall where Leah had died, the feeling of her words still hanging in the air.

"Am I courageous?"

Taking a deep breath that I let fill me, gathering every feeling of sickness and sadness, then slowly let it out, taking all the sickness with it.

"Yes Leah..." I whispered softly, "You are..."

My slow walking continued down the hall, letting each moment fill me with a gentle warmth.

Then I reached the door to the stage, and to my surprise, it was already open.

Early in the morning, Mettaton let himself rest, and he kept his studio lights shut off and the room empty.

When I looked inside, I could see the pitch black surround the stage, one white light shinning down in the middle, little dust particles floating in the glimmer.

Smiling to myself, I peacefully walked in and shut the door quietly behind me, embracing the silent peace that was left in the studio.

As I walked to the light, unafraid of what could be hiding in the dark, I stood in the shine, feeling the air as it comforted me, not too hot, and not too cold.

That's when I let myself think.

I thought of all the regret, all the pain, all the sadness and weakness that had haunted me.

I let myself re-live every moment of my life, letting each thought come in with my breaths, then flowing out like letting a bucket of water tip slowly, poring out the inside.

Of course, it was painful, and I felt myself wince every once and a while when embarrassing things happened to me, or like the times when I had messed up so bad it gave everyone a chance to laugh.

Except there were those thoughts of regret that ached my heart as I breathed in.

Bella.

Grillby.

Leah.

There was even Asriel...

All those deaths stung my heart, and I thought about why Asriel stung me so much.

Was it the fact I had watched G shoot him over and over, making sure the Prince was dead?

Was it the fact I recognized the painful regret that was in his eyes?

He must of had so much regret...

Looking back on every moment on his life...

Every mistake...

The thoughts were painful, but I let them flow through me, I let them torture me before floating away into nothing, floating away like the particles of dust that sparkled in the air.

That's when I smelt the familiar drift of smoke...

My eyes opened, and I realized they were shut that whole time.

I couldn't see behind me, yet I knew he was there, and when he spoke my shoulders relaxed from his gentle and calm voice.

"Ya hated me... didn't you..." He said, his voice blank and without emotion, making me feel nothing from what he had said.

"I did..." I whispered back, shocked for a moment at how clear my voice was, "Except that changed sooner then I wanted to accept..."

"Heh..." I could tell he was smirking, and my mouth couldn't hold back a smile, "Yeah right..."

Letting my eyes glance to the side, as if they could see behind me, I inhaled deeply, letting the smell of his smoke fill me as I asked softly, "And you... hated me?"

G snickered his breath and said casually, "Still do."

Rolling my eyes, I turned myself around finally, holding my just healed arm with my other, a warm smile still on my calmed face.

Before I needed to reply, G looked at me and stepped onto the stage, his body in the shadows with his cigarette in his two fingers as he said smirking, "But ya wanna know why... I hate you so much sweetcheeks?"

Hesitating for a moment, I realized this was my moment to just let my regret and pain flow out, so adding more would be good so I could get rid of it slowly with the rest of it, so I nodded once.

G's smirk didn't match his eyes, and they turned dark as if they were angry, and he said, "Ya make me a better person... You've changed me out of prison, your goodie-goodie attitude rubbing off on me or something..."

With a small chuckle, he looked up as if trying to remember something, and I couldn't help but feel a bit prideful with my work.

Changing him?

Wasn't that a good thing?

"You were always so perfect... so kind and accepting... You were funny to me, and let me be who I was... even though you hated me, you still stuck with me, still wanted to be my friend... Even after everything I had done to you...." He looked back at me, his eyes gentle and kind, "I've never had something like that before..."

"Hm... That doesn't sound like a good reason to hate someone..." I explained with a smile.

"Heh, it is for me," He said with a puff of smoke, his head turning to the side as if trying to think.

After a long while of silence and gentle thinking, I asked softly, "Was it hard...?"

G looked at me smirking, and he pulled the cigarette from his lips as he rose an eyebrow and said, "Heh, gotta be a bit more specific sweetheart~ I could name a lot of hard things~"

Blush spread to my cheeks, and I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling as my lips spread in a small smile, my heart beating softly, full of peace.

"I mean killing Asriel... Was it hard killing Asriel...?"

G stared at the wooden stage that wasn't as glossy anymore, and I let him think for a long, long, time.

Although I didn't mind, and I let him take as long as he wanted, waiting in patience for his answer.

Finally he answered with a deep breath, his eyes avoiding mine, "I guess so... Ya know, it's kinda hard to kill someone you grew up with... seeing him as a coward when he could have been something much greater... as if I could have done something to... help..."

His voice trailed off, and his face faded into a blank empty look.

My face softened, and I took a breath, then let it flow out along with the small pinch of regret that had tickled me for a moment.

"I... I'm sorry..." I said after a moment, letting my words hang in the air with kindness.

G looked up at me, and his face flicked into a smirk, his eyes twinkling with humor and amusement.

God I loved that.

That's when he raised his arms, as if welcoming me, then he said, "Heh, come on. When are you going to jump into my arms and kiss me dove?"

His words spread blush to my cheeks that burned like a warm and cozy blanket.

Even though the suggestion was tempting, I wasn't about to give in so easy to his teasing, so I smiled and crossed my arms as I shifted my weight.

"I'm not touching your arms with a ten foot pole you squatting duck," I said, giving him an amused glint from my sparkling eyes.

Laughing, which was just what I wanted, he put down his arms and smoked before chuckling, "Since when did I give you permission to use that nickname dollface?"

"The same time I gave you permission to use mine," I said with a wink, smiling wide despite my efforts to be clever.

G laughed more and began walking closer, his eyes friendly and his mouth smirking, filling my heart with a giddy pulse.

"Ha, I do what I want goodie-to-shoe-slut..." He mumbled, dropping his cigarette and stomping it out before walking closer lazily.

My eyes followed his movements, and I studied his slim figure for a moment before looking back into his mysterious eyes.

"Hm..." I said, still smiling, "That nickname is quite rude... don't you think...? It is basically saying I belong to everyone cause I'm a good slut..."

G chuckled low and walked closer, his eyes serious yet his mouth still in a smirk.

A handsome, charming, smirk.

"Ha... You may be a goodie-to-shoe-slut...." he said, his eyes focused on me, "But you're my goodie-to-shoe-slut..."

Blushing a bit more, I stared into his eyes as he stopped before me, his body only inches from mine as we smiled and stared at each other with almost suspenseful energy.

"... And what's that supposed to mean...?" I whispered softly, my eyes glancing to his lips for just a moment before back at his caring eyes.

With a wide smirk, G stated, "It means I love ya Frisk."

My face burned red, but I didn't even care.

I stared into his eyes and felt my heart melt from joy and love, my body weak with happiness and giddy feeling.

That's when his arm wrapped around my waist, and pulled me to him, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, letting him pull me closer.

There was nothing more to say as his hand rested on my upper back, pulling me even closer as his face leaned in closer, his eyes lowering along with mine.

That's when he kissed me.

Nothing felt better than when our lips touched, something flaring up inside me like a fire that was only made for light and warmth.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach and my eyes shut as I kissed back, embracing the feeling and letting him pull me closer with love in our every action, in every second that passed by.

His fingers moved to my head, running through my hair as he kissed me deeper, letting me pull myself closer as his loving arms embraced me, his kiss passionate and protecting, as if he wanted it to last forever.

I also wanted it to last, and I preyed that we would never need to pull apart.

Everything seemed to be worth that one moment, his love so clear and strong that I felt my heart barley beating, my stomach unknotting and my mind melting away into the kiss that felt like life itself.

Bliss.

Heartwarming.

Beautiful.

Love was a blessing.

And love was real.

That's when suddenly a voice whispered into a microphone that filled the whole room, "Still on live camera~"

Even with the statement, G and I didn't stop, and he even pulled me closer as we continued on with our love, letting the whole world know.

He let the whole world know that I was his goodie-to-shoe-slut.

I was his love, and there was nothing that could change that.

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A/N: HERE IT IS!!!!

IT.

HAS.

HAPPENED!

LOVE IS BLISS!

LOVE IS REAL!

LOVE IS SACRIFICE AND TAKES TIME, WORK, AND BOTH PARTNERS HAVE TO HELP.

MONEY TRULY DOESN'T MATTER WITH LOVE, ALL THAT MATTERS IS THE LOYALTY AND HELP THEY GIVE. LIKE IF THEY WERE CLIMBING UP A MOUNTAIN, AND MAKE A PROMISE TO EACH OTHER THAT THEY WILL STICK WITH EACH OTHER, THEY STICK WITH EACH OTHER.

IF ONE HAS A BROKEN LEG, AND THE OTHER HELPS, THEY SHOULDN'T EXPECT ANYTHING IN RETURN, THEY SHOULD BE SO IN LOVE THAT THEY WOULD DO IT ANYWAY!

THAT'S HOW LOVE WORKS!

A MOTHER SACRIFICES FOR HER CHILD AND FAMILY!

A FATHER SACRIFICES FOR HIS CHILD AND FAMILY!

LOVERS SHOULD SACRIFICE FOR EACH OTHER AFTER MAKING A COMMITMENT!

LOVE IS SOMETHING EVERYONE CAN HAVE, AND SACRIFICES IS SOMETHING EVERYONE CAN DO!

I hope you liked this little love lesson from the author.

:D

ONE.

MORE.

CHAPPIE.

WE ARE ALMOST AT THE END OF THE BOOK... AND IT HAS BEEN QUITE A JOURNEY....

THANK YOU ALL SO SO MUCH!

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!

THIS REALLY HAS BEEN AMAZING, AND I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE SUPPORT AND HELP YOU ALL GAVE ME!

I HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPPIE, AND NEXT CHAPPIE, WILL BE THE END!

THE.

END.

IS.

UPON US.

IT IS BREAKING MY HEART RIGHT NOW.

NO THERE WILL NOT BE A SQUUAELAUAL I AM SORRY!

(Check my profile to see what's next though, I'll explain more next chappie)

NO SPOLIERS!

SONGS-

"SAIL - Awolnation" (this song fits G so well I love it.)

I think that's all I really care about right now.

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ALL IS ACCEPTED AND I LOVE IT!

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THANK YOU MY FRABS FANS!

YOU ARE ALL FABULOUS DARLINGS AND I LOVE YOU!

YES.

OKAY.

GOODBYE.

(NOT OVER)