*Frisk's POV* 

The regret never seemed to stop coming, and I could feel it pool into me when I saw Bella being carried off in a body bag, her wet slobber still dripping from the corner of the bag.

She had died.

And it was all G's fault.

No... No I couldn't do that.

I knew I couldn't do that.

I couldn't blame him, when I was the one who didn't do something.

It was my own fault an I knew it.

I couldn't stop sobbing, couldn't stop crying myself to sleep.

What would have happened if I took her place?

Would I be the one carried off in a body bag? Would Bella be the one crying?

She never deserved that.

The only reason she was targeted by G, was my own fault.

He wanted me to be provoked, wanted me to fight back.

He wanted a show.

When I thought about it, I realized Bella could still be alive if I had done what he wanted.

Bella would have been with me then, would have sat next to me on the bed and talked.

I would have forgiven her, forgotten about her past, and probably told her my own.

Yet when I was thinking of all the things I could have done, all the things I would do; it made me cry until my sobs were the only thing that could be heard in the prison hall.

Regret.

So so much regret.

So much hurt and want for Bella.

She should be in my place.

I deserved that.

I deserved that.

All that went through my head was the regret of things I could have done.

How could my heart have been so selfish, so cold?

How could I just watch her be beat to death, and walk away?

What had this hell of a prison done to me?

My cries were so loud, some people groaned and grunted.

Yet I didn't care, not even when someone screamed at me to shut up, followed by sharp curse words.

I cried as long as there were tears in my eyes.

At eating hours, I still cried.

The tears where hot and silent as they rolled down my cheeks, and I couldn't meet anyone's eyes.

The eyes that stared at me.

The eyes that watched Bella be torn apart.

Those eyes, I knew would kill me, because all I would see was my fear and regret reflecting back at me.

Just like I  saw in Bella's eyes.

'Stop' I forced myself to think, 'Stop, stop, stop, stop'.

Nothing I did stopped me from thinking of her and crying.

G was right about me, he was right to mumble weak. 

How weak did I look walking into a yard or room full of criminals, and crying with a straight expression?

Yes, G was right about me being weak.

But he was wrong about testing my weakness.

Every time I saw G, he was whispering to other prisoners, as if sharing a secret only they could here. But I noticed his eyes glance at me every so often, and that sickly smirk twitch his lips.

What angered me most, was the fact he didn't seem affected with Bella's death.

Had he expected her to die?

Did he want her to die?

The thought sickened me as much as his smile, and I caught myself staring at him for a long time.

I stared at his smoke, his suit, the cracks in his skull.

How did he get those? 

Why did he smoke?

What was in this sick twisted mystery?

And why did I want to know so badly?

Curiosity continued to edge me, but I ignored it from the grief of Bella's death.

Bella's death.

The sticky words held to my tongue, as if when I opened my mouth, that's all I would say.

Two days after her death, I was sitting in my cell, the steady stream of tears flowing down my cheeks and gathering at my chin, where they dripped to the floor.

Then I heard voices.

"You mean to tell me G didn't kill the girl?" The voice was a males, and it sounded almost sweet.

Completely different from G's.

I listened in, wincing when the voice's talked about Bella.

"I am saying," This was the chief, the owner of the prison, "That it is mixed coming from prisoners. But they all say G didn't kill her."

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that G did kill her, that G had forced the monsters to kill her, that G didn't deserve his happiness or satisfaction; but I stayed silent, knowing that I would wake other prisoners if I yelled.

"Hm..." It was the strange voice again, and I almost moved to see who it was, "The monsters who did it... did they tell who was leading them...?"

"Yes... well, no. They told others, and those prisoners told me," The chief said, footsteps walking closer to where my cell was. 

I hid in the shadows, determined they wouldn't know I'm awake.

"Prisoners are hard to trust..."

"Yes, but every prisoner is saying it. The 100% count, can't be wrong can it?"

A shadow stepped in front of my cell, and I realized it was someone in a black, slick, cloak.

I caught myself staring, but didn't look away.

Their side was to me and I saw he was talking to the chief.

"I suppose you are right..." When he spoke, I felt the smooth slick words slide into my ear, and I could see a white snout.

'Monster,' I thought to myself as I shrunk back, praying he couldn't see me.

He continued, "Well then, who was it? He will need to be taken to higher confinement immediately."

"Well... uh..." The chief hesitated, and if the shadow figure could make the chief nervous, he must be as frightening as G.

That didn't comfort me at all.

"... It was a girl," The chief continued, "Her name is Frisk. She ordered her cellmate to be killed."

I couldn't hold back a frightened and confused gasp.

The shadows snout turned to me, the face still hidden by the hood.

What I probably looked like was a frightened rabbit under its predator.

That's what I felt like, especially when I saw the most sickly smirk I had ever seen.

Worse then G's.

"Well it appears shes awake."

The next thing I knew, two guards were dragging me down the hall with every prisoner watching from their cells, the shadow figure swiftly moving in front.

He seemed to be leading the chief along with the guards, and his power made me afraid.

Unable to speak with shock and worry, I just stared, angry and confused with what I had heard.

Finally, I cried out at the other prisoners, "How could you all!? I would never do that to her! I couldn't do that to her! Tell them! It wasn't me!!!" 

Not expecting an answer, I didn't try to listen to the shameful whispers.

That's when I saw what my new cell would be.

When they tossed me in, shutting and locking the door after me; I scrambled to my feet and banged on the door with anger and fear.

"No! No please anywhere but here please! I can't be in here with-"

"Well well hello there dollface~" 

When my words were cut off, I whipped around to see G sitting against the wall.

His hands were cuffed behind him, and his legs were open as if he was hanging out at an old friends house. His head was lowered a bit, but he looked up at me with a smirk and soft chuckle.

"Heh... whatcha doing in my room?"

And that, is how I met my second roommate.

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