*Frisk's POV*

Finding out why Grillby never touched people or living things, was not a pleasureful experience.

Not that I expected it to be, I just didn't enjoy the feeling of his fiery flicking hands grabbing the cuffs around my wrist, the heat burning through the tight metal which caused me to hiss and whisper, "Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch," to myself while he pulled G and I out of the dinning hall, the doors shutting sharply behind us.

Grillby held G's arm right on the bone, and I almost felt bad but I was too focused on the stinging heat that ached my wrist through the metal.

Though I had to give Grillby some pity and credit, he was being as cautious as he could with me by grabbing the metal around my wrists instead of my actual skin, which would have caused me to scream.

Of course, when the heat from the metal got too much, I did scream and I screamed loud.

Knowing just what to do, Grillby pulled me into the woman's bathroom as if he had done this before.

He left G outside, which left a bad feeling in my stomach, considering all the chaos he created and I was just a sidekick.

Why was I being punished?

Though when the cold water from the sink hit my stinging wrist, the thought of punishment rolled down the drain along with the water and the sigh off my tongue.

The feeling was wonderful, but my mind was distracted with Grillby's body that stayed away from the faucet, his eyes low, an emotionless space that seemed to be thinking over his mistakes.

I knew that feeling all too well, and I realized it was the same feeling and look I have when I get regret.

Pity overwhelmed me and I turned my head away from him, feeling guilt tickle me as well.

Water running was all that could be heard in the girl's bathroom, and I was glad no one else could see Grillby inside with me.

Who knows what that could do to his reputation.

Finally, after a long while of letting my wrist soak, Grillby nodded to the lever that started and stopped the faucet.

Not wanting to give up the water so quickly, enjoying the feeling of it roll off my skin, I looked at Grillby and asked in a quiet, guilty voice, "Will you please?"

Shaking his head, Grillby replied softly, his eyes staring into the flow of water, "I can't touch that stuff...."

Shame and guilt followed the same rushing water as it filled me, and I shut it off quickly, rubbing my hands on my shorts (Trying to avoid the parts that were splattered with pastry.

While I dried my hands, I continued speaking, trying to remove my feelings of guilt and talk to Grillby as if the whole thing never happened.

"We shouldn't leave him out alone," I said, looking at Grillby's sad empty eyes.

Had they ever been full of life?

Why was I just noticing now?

"I know..." He cooed, his voice still it's wispy flicker.

Silence filled the room again, as I lost thought on what I should say.

Nothing came to mind, and I turned my head to the side, placing my hands together behind me, trying to figure out how I could be polite in this situation.

My expression turned to the same one Grillby had: Regret.

Finally, Grillby walked back out and I could hear him speak softly to G.

Curiosity pulled me, and I walked out a moment after him, hearing only gentle words and seeing G's serious face.

The face scared me, and I knew that something angered him, or he truly cared for something.

It was a face I didn't see often, and perhaps that's only because I had only seen it when he woke up in prison from his outrage; or the time when we were in his house, when he was telling me the story of him and the Prince.

"... I'm debating on keeping you here..." I caught Grillby say in the conversation.

His voice didn't sound threatening, it sounded sad and disappointed.

Older.

He sounded older and I once again caught myself wondering his age.

"Grillby we need this, you can't let us get caught by Asriel," G whispered in a hush tone, unaware I was listening in.

"You can't keep using that as an excuse to do whatever you want..." Grillby said in a blank voice, that sounded slightly harsh when he said excuse.

Silence.

The silence brought the same feeling when G and I were in his house, the feeling of empty sadness, empty feeling, empty... loneliness.

Yet my mind was wondering how much money I would owe Grillby.

"Alright... Fine..." With the final words, G looked at me as if he knew I was there the whole time, and then he wiped some cream from his face and smirked.

"Let's go dollface."

When I saw the look in his eyes, and the sickening smirk, I felt myself gulp and turn pale.

Time to see our room.

Walking with G to our room, I wondered how long it was until we could take a shower and get off the gunk.

I was just lucky the food fight didn't cause any damage to the glasses I wore, because people peaked out their doors again, and looked at us funny.

G gave them the same funny look, and I held back a giggle that was stuck in my throat.

The silence from before still lingered around G, and I tried to shove the feeling off of me while we walked.

At least the funny faces G made lightened the mood a bit.

When we got to our room, G opened the door and I had to peer past his arm to look inside.

Two beds.

I silently thanked god and sighed in relief as I stared at the room.

There was a large window on the other side of the room, across from the door, and I could see it was already dark out, faint city lights sparking like glass in a room full of light.

Though the darkness was still there, and it was in the room as well, only one lamp to light the room that was dripping in comfort. The beds were on the wall to our left, and they were evenly apart from the wall and each other, filling me with a wonderful satisfaction.

The satisfaction didn't stop, especially when I noticed how well the beds were made.

Dark tan sheets covered the beds, and had pillows that matched with some darker and some lighter, matching the walls that were a gentle red: not blinding, yet not dull. The carpet looked soft and as comforting as the blankets.

One door to our right lead to what I assumed, the bathroom. Yet that's not what caught my eye.

Next to the door, was the TV on a large stand with shelves and a cupboard. The wood that made the desk matched the two stands next to the beds, both stands holding a lamp that had darkness gently laid to sleep.

The TV was right in front of the bed that was right next to the window, the farthest from G and I. The bed had perfect view of the city and sky, perfect view of the TV, and was far from the door, which for some reason felt more satisfying to me.

Except I didn't expect G's voice to unison with mine when we both shouted, "MINE!"

Not expecting this, I watched as G raced to the bed, his slim body rushing past me in a black and white blur. 

"Oh no you don't!" I said, filled with determination to get the best bed.

Running after him, I heard the door slid shut behind me and if I knew what was about to happen, I would have kept it open and gave up the bed.

Because at that moment, G lunged at the bed, at the same time I did.

Yelping while G tackled me instead of the bed, I felt our bodies roll in a striking pain that shot through my arm when G rolled over me.

We ended in the position with G on top of me, his hands pressed into the soft mattress behind me (Much softer then the one at his house)and his eyes staring at me, his face reflecting the light of the city outside.

'Why are you blushing?' I had to ask myself as I stared up at him, feeling his legs at the sides of mine, 'Stop it! Stop it now! Why are you doing this?!'

I forced myself to believe it was because of anger, and real anger filled me when G's face fell from his slight daze and into a teasing smirk as he said, "I knew you were trying to snuggle up to me."

Feeling the fury burst from my mouth I yelled with anger plastered on my red face, "Get off me!"

Shoving my hands into his chest, trying to get him off of me, I tried to ignore his laughter that soothed the air around us into a light beautiful humor.

Then I realized I had let the glasses drop to the floor, and we were still covered in pastries.

Growling, I picked up the glasses and set them aside, considering the fact no one else was around except G.

Still laughing, G laid on the best bed, and put his hands behind his head.

Even with the false anger I tried to force into my head, honesty broke through and I realized I enjoyed the sound of his laughter.

His true laughter.

The one he had in the dinning hall, and when we were laughing together at his house.

Not the prideful one.

Not the one that proved he was selfish.

My mind began to have second thoughts on his selfish side.

His laughter died into a chuckle, and I caught myself smiling as I walked to the bathroom.

"Whatcha doing dove?" G asked as he looked at me, a genuine smile on his face.

Unable to hide the smile, I looked at him while walking inside the room, turning on the bright lights.

"Showering. Don't look perv."

Earning another chuckle, I shut the door with satisfaction then started the shower.

After the shower, it took me a while before I washed the stains from my clothes, and I put them on.

My hair was wet, and dropped to the side of my cheeks like a dead animal.

Scooping them behind my ears I walked out and saw G smoking.

Ignoring it, used to the smell already, I laid on the other bed. (Not willing to get into another position like the last one.

While I laid down, I turned my head to face G.

In his lightened happy mood, I realized I could possibly have him in a weak point for information.

Was there anything else I wanted to know?

Or was I just looking for a conversation to fill the space?

My eyes glanced at the clock that read 12:00 as I asked, "You always break rules here?"

"Only came here twice dollface," G answered to my surprise. He turned to me and smirked a friendly smirk, just like the one he did with Grillby, "But... yeah."

"That's very disrespectful," I clarified, raising an eyebrow as I smiled a bit, glad that we were having a normal conversation instead of clawing at each other's throat.

"So? They're paid to respect me. What am I paid?"

Laughing, I rolled my eyes and said, "We aren't paying them though. So you pay them with respect and kindness."

"Hmph," G held his side smile and took a puff of his cigarette, leaving the statement at that as if he wouldn't admit my win.

Smiling more, I felt good.

I felt good outsmarting G, mostly because it felt impossible and doing it was an accomplishment.

So I continued, "You shouldn't smoke."

"Pfft," G stared at the ceiling and I noticed he had a beer in his other hand, "Doesn't affect me goodie-goodie."

"Yeah, well it affects me. Second hand smoke comes into my lungs and can kill me you know?" The next part I said was a lie, but I knew it would add to his annoyance, "Also it smells bad."

He smirked more and still stared at the ceiling, not taking advantage of the great views around him.

"First, I don't care. Second... still don't care."

He took a swig from his drink then smoked, which made me glare at my defeat.

Guess I can't argue with that.

So I changed the subject, trying to ignore my loss.

"Why did you kiss that girl that had the motorcycle?"

'Wrong subject. Wrong subject Frisk. Change it now!' My mind screamed at me and I almost screamed at myself out loud for bringing it up.

Why was I wondering?

Why did I still care?

And why did I remember the exact red shirt she wore and the same dazed expression after G had kissed her with his probably perfect kiss?

When G laughed my face burned red, especially when he said, "I knew you were jealous."

Anger raged in me, and I shot up into a sitting position as I looked at him fiercely, my hair whipping in my face.

"Jealous?! Me?! Why would I be jealous?!" I shouted in anger as red as my face.

This made him laugh harder and I looked away in annoyance and embarrassment.

I convinced myself I wasn't jealous, so I thought I could convince G.

Though that wasn't exactly an easy thing to do.

"Cause I'm hot," G smirked and drank some more beer, his eyes lowered as he looked at me.

In all honesty, he was hot.

But of course, lots of men were hot.

I thought lots of men were hot.

This meant nothing.

I hated G, remember?

"Pfft," I folded my arms and rolled my eyes, ignoring the heat in my face as if it wasn't there.

"What? You proved it by slapping me," He continued, rubbing his victory in my face.

"That was for justice idiot," I grumbled, still determine to keep my opinion.

His laugh proved another win for him.

After his laughter died down, I scolded myself to find that I was smiling and staring at the bed with my muscles relaxed and my senses enjoying the smell of his smoke.

"Hey... G?" I asked softly, looking at him with friendly eyes.

Why did I do that?

We weren't friends!

I shouldn't even be talking to him like we were friends!

So focusing on the task at hand, the whole reason we were together in the first place, when G looked at me I claimed, "Asriel has a purple soul... doesn't he."

G's face fell serious, and I held back a wince at seeing him that way.

Why did I enjoy the friend him, the selfish him, more then this scary dull version of him?

"Yeah... Figure that out on your own?" His eyes turned to me, and he sat up a bit more to get in a more comfortable talking position.

Nodding I laid back against the bed frame, worried that the good feeling would be lost soon when we got on the topic of the Prince.

"Mhm... I thought about it being the weakest soul and-" 

I stopped myself, realizing I had told G I thought Asriel being weak.

G didn't know my thoughts, he didn't need to know them.

Perhaps that is why I stop myself from sharing them.

Yet I gained a twitching smile at his lips as he looked at me, his eyes more friendly then serious as he said, "Heh, he is a weakling isn't he? Giving into power so easily..." 

Then his eyes drifted off from me, staring off as if he was having a tragic memory he wouldn't want anyone to know about.

The tense silence filled me with emptiness, and I asked quietly, "... G?"

A grunt.

"Are you really after Asriel for the justice in your soul...?"

The question had always bugged me, and it was the curiosity I tried to hide from even myself.

At the moment of night, the room at peace from the crazy would beyond that beautiful window, beyond G, I needed to ask.

I needed to know.

"Of course it is," He growled, his voice burning hot.

Something was in him, breaking him, forcing it's way out.

The rage that built in him at prison, when he was helping me, with Asriel, it wasn't just his anger to Asriel.

It was much much more.

"There is a difference between justice, and revenge, G."

Revenge.

That's what G felt.

Revenge.

That's what G wanted.

All he had wanted, was his own selfish revenge.

His anger was from the loss of his revenge, the revenge that drove him to madness over the Prince.

The revenge that forced him into his selfishness, contaminating his soul.

The sudden realization shook me, and I looked at G to tell him all I had discovered about him, all I had thought was truth.

When I saw his face, I saw no truth in anything I had said.

I saw his eyes staring off blankly, empty with blank emotion, and his face sober with reality. He was questioning himself, and I could see his eyes flick for only a moment.

Was he terrified of himself?

Was he terrified of the revenge that could be replacing his justice?

When I thought about it more, I wondered if getting back at Asriel was justice.

He deserved it didn't he?

Or did he not, considering the fact he hadn't done anything yet except plan and put G in jail?

Though the Prince's plans were horrible, and sick, he hadn't done them yet right?

Confusion ached me, and I felt it in the air from both of us, the silence to sharp and painful to bare.

Finally, G said in a voice as cold as ice, "You... Know nothing... about me, Frisk..."

Using my name meant he was serious, and I felt a shiver run through me when he said it.

The silence was worse, and it made my stomach tighten with throw up as I felt it rise to my throat.

The tense mood stayed, for a long long time.

Until I took a deep breath, and realized G was right.

I couldn't base my judgement on him, because he was right.

I knew nothing about him.

Though it seemed as though he didn't know anything about himself.

So, to change the conversation, not exactly sure who won that one, I said with a sigh, "So... How come you never teleported before?"

Answering blankly, G said, "Barrier. The fences metal was mixed with melted ore from the underground. The ore that keeps all monsters from using their magic, if they have any. No one in the underground could use it, and I didn't find out until that sneeze that lead me to my house."

G took a drink of his beer and continued after wiping his mouth, "The underground is basically made of it. So, prisons use it for their defense."

Made sense to me, and it filled me with disappointment realizing he couldn't teleport us where we needed to go in the underground.

With the mood slightly lifted, still in that tense silence, I nodded and laid down, trying to shove off the emotions that filled me.

Regret.

Curiosity.

Anger.

All three and I hardly knew what they were for.

Sighing softly to myself, I shut my eyes, and tried to sleep.

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A/N: I DID A LONG CHAPPIE TO MAKE UP FOR YESTERDAY AN EXTRA 1000 WORDS FOR YA!

I hope you guys liked this connection chapter with G and Frisk. I kinda liked writing about how she is starting to understand him a BIT better.

POOR GRILLBY AN HIS HOTEL AHHHHH.

Welp! I hope you guys liked the chappie!

Sorry its a bit late, but not really.

I'm glad that the day off gave some people a chance to catch up in the book, so its kinda a win win.

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