*Frisk's POV*

When I had woken up, my eyes opened to the sight of a supply closet.

At first, I felt dread from the memory of the supply closet that saved our lives, when G and I were pressed together in a tight space for a suffering amount of time, but then I realized that this closet was more of a pantry then a closet.

There were isles of supplies and tools that spread across the room, all of them evenly spaced and filled.

Only one light was in the middle of the room, and it was a light bulb on a string like the one from G's home.

This room brought back too many memories, and I shut my eyes again to keep from seeing the sights.

Though I wondered what I was laying on, so opening one eye slowly and halfway, I peeked at the strange substance below me.

It wasn't comfortable, except it didn't feel like cement floor which covered the rest of the room.

No, I wasn't laying on cement or anything that would be considered hard.

I was laying on toilet paper rolls that were still in their packaging and stacked up against the far wall away from the door. My body laid limply on them with the plastic sticking to my uncovered skin.

Around me was my shawl, and I recalled loosing it when Asriel had caught up with us in Dr. Alphys' lab.

The memory made me sick, and I took a deep breath of the dusty air around me and focused on its sent instead of the pounding memories that continued to bother me.

Except, when I inhaled the old sent of the room, I inhaled another smell that made my heart skip a beat and my eyes open fully.

G's cigarette smoke was trailing up from one of the compact isles, and I could suddenly hear Leah's voice come in range as she whispered, "We have to wake her up first if we want to do anything at all."

Instead of staying quiet like I wanted to in the first place, I said in a scratchy and unflattering voice, "I'm already up."

Clearing my throat seemed too loud for the situation, and I felt that if I did it would make the whole world look at me. So instead I tried to do it as quietly as possible without being notice, though it sounded like I was making a small cough with my mouth shut.

G and Leah walked over to the toilet paper rolls I was laying on, G putting out his cigarette before they both looked at me with blank expressions I couldn't read.

There was tense silence, and the urge to get up was bothering me, though my stomach held me down as if it was full of stones.

These stones made me feel sick, and they tightened my throat more which made me want to puke.

'No, not this time,' I told myself, 'Don't you dare puke.'

I swallowed, and opened my eyes fully to look at the two.

Finally, after the long silence, G smirked and said, "Well well dollface, hope ya slept well."

Still full of resenting anger towards him, I answered with a dark glare as I lifted my weak and limp body up to a sitting position on the toilet paper.

A growl was now mixed with the knot in my throat, though it felt like nothing compared to the regret and weakness in my stomach.

Everything felt hopeless, and I felt sickness like a wave that crashed over me every second.

Without my answer, G's smirk fell and he sighed while he grabbed a small wooden stool that was used to grab higher objects in the isles.

Because of how short it was, when G sat on it I had to hold in and hide a laugh that wanted to break free from my chest.

Though I held it back mostly because I felt like tears would come out as well.

G had looked as if he was a squatting duck, his hands on his knees that poked out and away from each other, fitting his hunched head that was seen between the space.

It was very hard not to laugh, and I must have done a terrible job of hiding my twitching smile because once again G smirked and looked at me with amused eyes.

"What's so funny sweetheart?" He asked with humor flicking in his eyes that looked up at me from the stool.

Still hiding my laugh, I tried to keep down my smile that was already picking tears in my eyes.

Why was the feeling making me cry?

Could it be the fact I hadn't laughed in so long my body forgot how to?

It was a sick feeling, and my chin quivered from the urging laugh and tears.

G seemed to notice again, and it made me angry at how well he was picking me apart.

That's when his smirk fell into a little smile, one that made me feel even more uneasy than I already was.

"... Show me your soul," G said plainly, his eyes studying me with a knowing curiosity.

My face burned red, and I could feel Leah spark up with sudden interest with what was going on.

That made my face burn red more, and it was from anger and blush at what G had asked, no, ordered me to do. 

Showing ones soul was personal, it was enough telling someone that information about yourself, but showing was about the same as stripping naked for all to see.

Leah's eyes were on G, and I felt my mouth open with the want to protest.

Though I didn't need to, because Leah had already spoke for me when she said, "G, you don't just tell someone to do that."

"Ya think I don't know that already?" He snarled at her, his eyes serious and strong as he stared at her in return, "I'm not a perv."

"Hasn't stopped you before..." I mumbled under my breath, shocked when his head whipped around to face me, is eyes wide with shock at what I had said.

Gulping down my emotion, I held myself up strong, except I felt like collapsing into dust.

"That's not what I mean, goodie-goodie. Just show it to me." 

Once again, I hesitated.

Why did he need to see my soul in the first place?

Why did Leah just shrug and lean against the wall while she watched the situation?

Why wasn't I asking these questions out loud instead of inside my light head?

All I could do was stare at G, fighting myself on whether I should obey him or not.

Even if I did, what had I got to loose?

Everything already felt so lost, everything felt useless and empty, so what was the point in hiding my soul from G.

My answer came as soon as I showed it to him.

With a gasp, my eyes stared at the empty grey soul that was no longer shining.

Instead of a pulsing glow, their was a dull empty color that looked like paper instead of lively plastic.

Suddenly my body felt colder then before, and my limbs trembled with the weakness shown by the gray sight before us.

Whatever happened to it, made my stomach knot up and made my head spin with every memory of regret, each image and thought burning with whispers that forced my throat to go tight and dry.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and every beat after that was slow and soft, as if I was on the edge of death and my emotions were fading away.

The sight and feeling was shocking, except I felt no shock or surprise, instead my eyes stared emotionless at the grey soul that was hanging in the air in front of me.

I realized I wasn't the only one who was shocked, because G was staring at the soul with his eyes wide and his squatting position suddenly a better posture then before, his mouth open with empty words.

Both of us stared, and I only felt our pair of eyes meaning that Leah must of felt it disrespectful to peek at my soul without permission.

Except she did ask why it was so quiet, and she said, "What it it? What's wrong?"

Having the same question, I looked at G after prying my eyes away from the grey soul, and felt the words catching my throat along with the knot of emotions.

"Its..." G's voice trailed off as he stared, his hands suddenly trembling.

Memories of the echoflower inside Alphys' lab made my eyes widen a bit from the realization of what had happened to my soul.

Though I wasn't forced to do anything, was I?

Agreeing to the plan.

That had to be it.

Yet wasn't that my own choice?

I wasn't forced, was I?

Even if I despised the plan, and wanted nothing to do with it, there was no other option for me.

I hadn't known that G and Leah were trying to get me out, and the Peace Plan seemed like the only way to get away from my pain.

And the pain that Asriel had inflicted on me.

The pain he forced on me.

Asriel had made my soul a papery grey, and that made my heart sink to my stomach and my blood boil with anger.

Except the anger was weak, and it was only a small spark that didn't even flinch me.

When G continued speaking, it startled me, except I didn't react.

All I did was look at him as he explained, "You're soul is empty of it's main trait. That's why you're acting so weird."

Instead of protesting, I let the thought settle in my head, and I realized he was right.

There was no more determination inside me, and getting it back seemed useless to me.

Agreeing to the plan made me weak, hopeless, everything was over now.

Then why was I still in this room with G and Leah?

Why was G still alive and Leah not in prison? Why was I still afraid of Asriel who was probably still looking for us, furious with our escape?

Escape...

Suddenly my soul pulsed, and G's eyes shot to it as fast as mine had.

Thinking of the word had done something, realizing the escape had happened made my soul pulse slightly.

Then it happened again!

That's when my eyes widened with G's and I tried to recall every thought about escaping, about beating the bad, about getting out of these sickly situations.

I remembered our first escape, mine and G's, when we were leaving prison in the car that made my heart beat fast and adrenaline flow through me like one thousand rivers in my blood stream.

I remembered the horrific chase when Asriel was after me, and the opposite feeling of when G was chasing me to get back his jacket.

I remembered running and feeling free with the wind blowing my brown hair, letting me pull away from it with simple ease that made my heart feel alive, made me feel:

Determined.

The word flashed inside my mind, and my soul began to pulse and shine like grey plastic, the light seeming dim in the supply room.

G was staring with more shock, and I looked at him suddenly, my heart beating fast.

The sickness was fading, and I began to think about G.

How free he had made me feel.

All those times running, escaping, hiding, even fearing him had felt better then being in Asriel's chains.

Everything, anything felt better then being in Asriel's chains.

Agreeing to his stupid Peace Plan was keeping me in chains, and as I let myself try and think clearly, I realized that I wasn't in his stupid plan.

Instead, I was with G and Leah in a supply room that was full of dusty air.

G's eyes were still on my soul, and I caught myself thinking of him again.

His smile.

His laugh.

His stupid nicknames and logic.

Everything about him was making my soul pulse, and my heart beat fast.

All the memories that came to me made me feel light, made me feel giddy and I tried to recall every moment with him.

Leah interrupted my thoughts for only a moment by asking, "What's going on?"

Realizing she was looking at my soul didn't seem to faze me at all, and as it continued pulsing, I continued to tell myself, 'You've escaped, you've made it, once again you've made it!"

Regret meant nothing if I was still alive.

Suddenly, my soul erupted with red light that filled the old room blindingly, covering every corner and shadow that tried to creep in.

G's arms quickly shielded his eyes, and Leah yelped from the blinding light as she turned away to hide from it.

Me?

All I could do was stare at the beautiful light that pulsed from my soul, the beautiful shine that filled me with warmth, the beautiful image that made my stomach untie and my throat clear from any knots or emotion.

All I could feel was the warmth and gentle embrace of light that washed over my skin, making me feel lighter then air, making me feel bright and happy.

My thoughts cleared, and turned back to business, making me think of what we would do now, how we would deal with hiding from Asriel, what our new plan would be to stop him.

Everything felt like a finished puzzle, and I felt my soul's light dance in the room with blinding power that flashed inside the room.

Determination.

Red Determination.

The power was unspeakable, and I suddenly realized why Asriel wanted it so badly.

Quickly, I put my soul back in my chest and felt the light return my color and energy, feeling the determination pulse through my blood like the light had pulsed through the room, and I felt myself suddenly smile and look at G.

When his eyes blinked open, wide with the lingering shock from the light, they looked at me.

With hesitation, G said, "Wow... Ya trying to blind me goodie-to-shoe-slut?"

Despite my anger towards him, despite the slight regret that still hung in my heart, I couldn't stop a squeal from leaving my lips as I launched off the toilet paper bed and onto G's squatting figure. 

My arms wrapped around him and I laughed a long and jolly laugh, feeling the tears spill from my eyes as I held onto him, letting our bodies collapse to the floor from the surprising hug I decided to give him.

Shocked and bewildered, G didn't hug back right away, but when he did, I had never felt happiness fill me like it had that one moment.

"Heh, I knew you would forgive me sometime," G smirked.

Pulling away from the hug I hit the back of his head sharply and continued to laugh as I replied, "Shut up!"

G chuckled, and I heard Leah giggle from behind us.

Though I didn't care, and I felt myself again.

I felt determination, and I felt joy.

Yet I also felt annoyance.

After I had hugged G again, he chuckled and hugged back saying, "They just can't keep their hands off me."

With my eyes shooting open with realization, I pushed away from him and felt my tailbone hit the cement floor roughly, my eyes staring at G with anger, my cheeks burning red with blush.

G chuckled at my reaction, and stood up as he looked down at me, his smirk now stronger then ever as he continued, "What? You're the one who confessed your love to me, friend."

Now I blushed more, and felt my stomach knot a bit with regret at the memory.

"I-I didn't mean it!" I tried, realizing how pathetic it sounded out loud.

Laughing, G said, "Sure you didn't."

Then, with a mocking voice, he clasped his hands together in front of him and said while batting his eyes, "Oh G! Oh G I love you! I love you so so much! Oh G!"

I stood up quickly and began hitting him over and over, feeling embarrassment well up inside me.

Though I was glad he was back to normal.

And I was glad I was back to normal as well.

Leah was rolling her eyes when I turned to look at her, unable to look at G with my face already burning red.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" G chuckled, making me cover my face with my hands from embarrassment, "Got something to say?"

"Yeah, you don't know what you're talking about!" I shouted, though I knew it wouldn't stop him.

"Course I do, and I'd like to say dove, I'm flattered. But I've never thought you anything more then a friend."

With that sentence, Leah chuckled and shook her head, making me peek at her through my hands.

I wondered why she had done that.

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A/N: A LOT HAPPENED YESTERDAY AND I'M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!

THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO UNDERSTANDING OF ME!

THIS MONTH IS SUPER BUSY AND HARD SO I HAVE NO CLUE WHEN I WILL BE ABLE TO POST!

STAY DETERMINED!

AND I WILL TOO!

I am very sorry for missing a day, but a lot is going on, and I am feeling like crap.

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE COMMENTS AND FANART AND VOTES AND AHHH I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH!

Also it will be very hard for me to reply to comments though I will try if I can!

I am so so so sorry!

Life is very hard right now, but I really don't want to give up on this book!

SONGS-

"Trckrtrt: ARVFZ" (The laugh is freaking awesome and I can just see Asriel laughing like that and I'm like AH.)

"Message man: Twenty One Pilots." (For G cause HECK YE)

*SPOLIERS*

"It's like our third date, dollface."

THAT'S ALL.

HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPPIE!

I LOVE YOU ALL BUT FEEL SUPER STRESSED RN!

HAVE A GOODIE!

BYE!