*Frisk's POV*

Nothing had ever felt more sickly then when Asriel, the Prince, had stopped my scream by pushing me into a tree, his body against mine and his hand covering my mouth with his white fur getting in my mouth.

Nothing felt as terrifying as that moment when I stared into his eyes, my scream too afraid to continue on as he held his hand to my mouth roughly, his figure pressing against mine in a forceful way.

Something I had never felt before, was the Prince's fur.

I had never felt his touch.

I had never felt his grip.

All I had ever felt from him were his sinister and mysterious eyes that followed and studied my every move.

This was much worse.

Terror trembled my body, and I could feel my pulse racing with discomfort.

The feeling of Asriel's hand against my mouth, forcing my silence, felt wrong.

I remembered the feeling of G and his arm over my neck, I remembered the time when we were escaping and we were together in the corner with our bodies together, in the supply closet...

Even though these memories made me sick, for some reason, they seemed to feel better then the Prince who was tightening his grip on my face, his fingers covering my mouth from opening and screaming any longer.

What was there too do besides stare?

That's what I did in the heat of the moment, I stared at Asriel with wide fear filled eyes that seemed to fill with the blue of the Prince's own eyes.

His eyes snarled and so did his snout as he moved his head closer to mine, making me want to run or perhaps scream again.

Neither of those could be possible though, so all I did was stare as the Prince moved his head to my ear, a shiver already running down my arms before he spoke.

"Does that seem like a good idea to you?" He slurred in a voice that seemed so soft anything could cut into it.

With my voice shoved down my throat, and my mouth covered by a sickly paw, all I could do was shake my head slightly, keeping my eyes trained on him, making sure he didn't try anything.

Why would it matter?

What was there I could do anyway?

"This plan... needs to work..." Asriel continued, his body pressing harder, his words flowing into my ear as his breath tickled my neck.

Still with a voice that seemed lost, I finally pulled my eyes away from him and felt myself tremble at the feeling of his hand moving to my waist.

The urge to kick him suddenly felt like my best option, and I was about to until-

Until I saw the gun from the inside of his cloak.

Like the catch of a flame, my mind began to spin into a plan as Asriel continued his frightening speech.

"I need this to work... Your soul could be so useful... Why had you run down here to hide...?" 

With each word he said I could feel a lump forming in my throat, words that wanted to be said but seemed to be caught in a net of fear.

Taking a large gulp, trying to press myself further to the tree as if it would keep him away from me, I tried to think about his words.

'He doesn't know that we're going to Alphys,' I thought to myself, trying to keep it quiet as if he could hear me, 'He just thinks we're hiding, if I pull this off and find G, we can still-'

"In the prison I felt like something was different with you... that lonely girl in the cell who killed her best friend... I was a fool to put you with G..." He snarled, his voice tense with slight anger, yet still slick like a snakes.

If I wasn't so afraid, I would have smirked at his jealousy.

I kept to myself that G and I weren't anything, and probably would never be anything other then hating enemies.

"Still staying quiet?" The Prince asked, trying to move himself closer even though it seemed almost impossible.

The memory of G's words stuck in my head, about the time he had called me sexy, and something any man would want.

What about a power hungry horny monster that was desperate for something he thought was love?

Just thinking about it made me sick and I tried to keep my eyes on the gun, trying to keep my head focused on the plan that was slowly forming.

"Tsk... I would say I'm not surprised but it seems I've left you speechless my princess..." 

Without needing to turn my head or glance at the Prince, I could tell he was smirking.

'Not in a good way idiot,' I forced myself to think, wishing with all my breath that I could scream it in his ear that was right next to my head.

Feeling his hand move away from my mouth, I kept my eyes on the gun and decided that now was the time to take action.

Especially since I felt his mouth shut and his lips suddenly press against my neck filling me with a sickly fear.

Even with the past fear of the Prince, the knowledge of what he would do to me, the thoughts and images, the terror, I never imagined what even a slight feeling of it would be.

Taking my chance, I ripped the gun from his belt and yanked myself away from his clutches, turning to face him in the clearing.

When he whipped around, trying to grab me from my flee, I could feel my heart stop and I could feel my muscles tense with fear, yet I continued to move andheld the gun up with both hands, aiming right at his skull.

Even though I trembled, and my pulse raced like a rabbits, I stared at Asriel with wide eyes and confidence finding my stance.

His cloak had brushed around him, yet he seemed shocked at my action and his eyes were wide for only about a moment before he smirked and chuckled low, relaxing his muscles slightly even with a gun pointed at him.

I kept my distance from him, yet he still filled me with fear.

Yet I also felt terrible power in the gun that was in my hand.

I had never shot a gun before.

Heck, I had never held a gun before, and the feeling was new.

The feeling was wrong, and the metal that was clutched in my hands felt too cold, as if it could never get warm, even from the flames of hell.

Which is where I would be going from shooting the gun.

Yet Asriel was right in front of me, smirking as if he had expected a gun to be in my hands at some point.

Right then, I could have shot him.

Right then, I could have killed him and gotten it over with, forgetting about the Peace Plan, about G, about everything that had ever haunted me.

Yet when I looked at the blue eyes of Asriel, I suddenly saw the child that was caught in my headlights.

I saw the child I had killed.

Letting out a small terrified gasp, I realized how much harder it was to keep myself steady.

I did it anyway, and kept my posture straight, and my face blank.

Though I knew that my eyes were just full of pure terror.

Asriel seemed to notice, and his chuckle sounded almost faint in my ears.

"You can't kill me..." He cooed, his voice soft and slick, as if I wasn't holding a gun pointed at him.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked, cursing myself for having such a weak voice.

"I have secrets... Secrets about G, secrets you want to know," His voice sounded excited, as if he waited his whole life just to share these secrets.

Curiosity was tempting me, and I could feel it pulse through my head.

It burned my blood and I felt Asriel smirk with the knowledge that he had caught me in his little trap of words.

Though I stayed silent, and kept my gun pointed, not willing to give him any chance to slip in.

"G truly is doing all of this for himself. He doesn't care about you," The Prince said casually.

"Think I don't know that already?"

"Do you know that everything is a trick? His words? His 'help'? Everything he is doing, is just to trick you! If you came with me willingly, if you loved me, then would the Peace Plan really be that bad of a thing?"

"Yes it would!" I shouted, trembling with anger and worry, feeling my voice crack as if tears were trying to force their way through, "I don't love you and I never will! Forcing this on monsters and humans is wrong! Forcing this on me is wrong!"

"It is for the right reasons!"

"It's for you!" 

Anger boiled me, and I felt tears sting my eyes as I continued, "All you want is the power of a child that has a mix of your soul, and mine! That is sickly!"

Growling, I could see Asriel burning with my same anger, and he took the risk of stepping forward, almost causing me to pull the trigger.

Instead of pulling the trigger, I stepped back as well, afraid of everything he could do to me.

"You really are full of his pathetic lies," The Prince snarled.

"Everything you are is a lie, Prince Asriel," I growled, holding the gun more firmly, getting ready to shoot.

His smirk flared, and he bowed, his arms spread before him as if it was a warm welcoming.

"Go ahead then my Princess... Shoot me!"

The choice felt so free.

It felt so powerful, so welcoming.

Yet I knew this choice would affect everything in my future.

I was terrified.

My hands trembled with power, my pulse raced with fear. My head pounded the choice and my eyes didn't blink from the terror of loosing the Prince from my sight.

I could feel my chin tremble, and the gun was perfectly pointed, the trigger was at the command of my one finger.

One movement, and all of it would be over.

Would I regret killing him?

Or would I regret not?

Why couldn't I kill him?

Why didn't I kill him?

Tears began to stream down my cheeks, and I felt my hand shaking terribly from the choice that forced my stomach into my throat, forcing me to hiccup from tears.

Embarrassment would have been worse if G was with us.

Though he wasn't, and I let myself feel weak.

I fought the tears, yet I could feel myself trembling with fear of shooting Asriel.

Could I have shot him?

The opportunity was there, I could have shot him.

I could have also meant to kill the child.

I could have saved Bella.

I could have turned myself into prison.

I could have ran away from G.

I could have done so much more then what all this regret had tossed at me.

Except instead I threw the gun as far as I could into the woods and took off in a run.

As if expecting it, Asriel ran after me at an incredible speed, which struck me with a off putting fear that widened my eyes and made my legs run faster.

Pumping my arms at my sides, feeling the soft dirt beneath my feet, I ran trying not to think of everything Asriel had said.

G could be tricking me about everything.

Everything I know is a lie.

Did I even know anything at all?

One thing I knew for sure, was that running felt much more bliss then pointing a gun at the Prince.

Yet running for my life from him didn't, and my heart pulsed as adrenaline raced through my blood as fast as my boots hit the soft dirt.

The plants around me seemed to blow in the wind, my hair whipping behind me as if it was just begging for Asriel to grab hold and yank me back.

Lucky for me, he didn't, yet I could hear him gaining speed and catching up.

Fear was my energy and I let it guide me down passages, twisting and winding through the maze of plants and broken ruins that made me more confused then ever before.

Would I ever find G this way?

Did I even want to find G?

At the moment, it seemed like the best option and I tried to loose the Prince who chased me down, even though I knew that it would be difficult.

Turning a sharp corner, I watched willow trees droop from overhead, their blue leaves sparkling in the light as I ran under them, my feet slamming against the ground.

The feeling to apologize took over me, and I had to shake my head from screaming, "Sorry!" At the plants.

"Do not run from me!" I heard Asriel shout from behind me, his voice now hungry and desperate instead of smooth and slick.

All I could do was shake my head and feel my pulse match my run while my arms swung at my sides and my boots turned another sharp corner.

Joy filled me as I realized I was loosing him, and his voice sounded more faint when he screamed, "Get back here my princess!"

Sickness overwhelmed me and I had to fight a groan as I continued to run as fast as my legs could take me.

Then I saw a door.

I remember seeing it when I was going to find G's cigarettes, and hope flourished in me like flowers blooming as I ran to it.

I could no longer hear Asriel's footsteps, yet I knew he was still after me, still lost in the maze I had tried to trick him with.

There I was, at the door, my hands swinging it shut with an incredible force that shocked even myself as I collapsed to the floor behind me.

My eyes widened as I stared at the shut door in front of me, unable to believe that I had shut it.

I had felt something else had shut it as well.

Knowing it couldn't have been Asriel in any circumstance, I stared at the door as I tried to catch my breath.

Then, like magic, blue vines and flowers began to grow around it, pulsing with blue light that shimmered and sparkled lightly as they slithered up the faded purple.

When they had finished, the door was completely wrapped in vines and flowers, looking just like the wall around it.

I prayed that it looked the same on the other side, and I felt a breath of relief escape my chest for only a moment before I gulped down the tightness in my throat.

Running had burned me out, but instead of regret, I felt good for not killing the Prince.

Except I did not feel good about G.

Tricks.

Everything could be a trick.

Everything could be a lie.

I puked from the overwhelming feeling of sickness.

*****

A/N: I'M BACK EVERYTHING IS NORMAL NOW I PROMISE YAYYYYY!

Finally I am back to normal!

Wifi is good!

Life is good!

All is well!

Also SPOILERS!!!!

"G-G... N-No stop-"

....

And that's it.

HINT FOR THE FUTURE.

Aaron Burr is G from the song, "I wanna be in the room where it happens" Yet this is only accurate when Hamilton (Asriel) is singing with him at the end of the song.

MWAHAHAHAHA