*Frisk's POV*

After the teleportation, I realized he had gone into a police car, his hands already holding the keys and reeving the engine.

My mind was spinning with confusion, more questions and mysteries opening from G.

Not having any time, I asked the quickest question that entered my mind, along with the ear breaking siren.

"What the hell just happened?!" I shouted in the seat next to G, small beads of sweat rolling down his face as he suddenly stomps on the gas peddle.

The cars wheels screeched as they tried to get moving, and I could hear gun shots as the gate opened to reveal guards still after us, the Prince right behind.

"Go go go!" I yelled, unable to think of anything except the freedom that was only a road away.

G growled and shouted as he gripped the wheel, his foot still pounded on the car peddle, "I'm trying to give me some space!!!"

I glanced at the controls, and realized he didn't take it out of park.

Letting out a huff, I put it out of park and screamed as I felt myself thrust back into the seat.

The car took off and G fell back just as I had, his arms stretched before him to grip and guide the wheel.

Laughter caught in my throat along with my scream while we took off down the road, yells and gunshots coming from behind us.

My questions and curiosity fell back, my fear, my stress, everything fell back from behind me, and I felt alive.

I felt free.

G laughed with me and drove faster. (If that was even possible in the first place)

Then came the cry of anger that was so loud, my laughter stopped just to listen.

The cry was fury, just fury and anger.

It didn't take a genius to know it was The Prince.

His cry made G laugh out in pride and joy, his face covered in sweat and enjoyment.

If I had to be honest, I would admit I enjoyed seeing G look like this.

He seemed happy, seemed so one with life while he drove us down the road to nowhere.

Thought his voice was even better, the enjoyment and accomplishment thick in his words while he shouted, "Next stop- Who the hell cares!!!"

I laughed at his enjoyment despite myself.

Hadn't I promised myself to never enjoy his company?

To never enjoy his smile?

His laugh?

His smirk?

Oh he was smirking. 

He smirked while the sudden sound of more gunshots filled our ears, and I glanced behind us to see police cars following us.

The siren seemed to be falling behind us, just like the prison we drove from. Then, it started back up, but on the top of the car.

"Gah!" I yelled covering my ears quickly and looking at G, his finger pressing a button that must've activated the siren of the car, "G turn that off!"

"No can do sweetheart!" He yelled, a smile taking over his smirk as he used one of my nicknames, "We're beating traffic!"

When he said traffic, the car sharply turned right, causing me to grip the door so I didn't fall into G.

It didn't work and I gasped as he continued to sharply turn the car even with me leaning into him with resistance.

We swirled in a circle, and I almost felt like puking when I saw the other cars still following us.

Trying to speak, trying to get anything out, I tried to say, "G-"

But he cut me off and shook his head, still enjoying every moment of the car chase.

"Just hold onto something! You didn't forget your seat belt did you!?" 

His smirk burned my eyes and I groaned gripping the seat belt and pulling myself to it quickly, trying to ignore our speed.

When I looked out the window again, I couldn't even see the prison, and I knew we were far. Then I checked behind us, and saw the other police cars trapped in their own circles

Laughter started, but it was cut off from a sigh of relief and enjoyment.

Freedom didn't feel like I had imagined it would.

It felt better, like sitting under a tree in the summer, with a book in my hand and a warm breeze that made the world seem so at peace, so welcoming to what you could become.

What I could become.

What would I become?

As much as I wanted to think about it, at that moment G let out a loud and prideful laugh.

"We made it!" He cried with joy, "We actually made it!"

He laughed more, and I stared with shock at how happy he was.

Never in all my months of prison with him, had I ever seen him so happy, so alive.

So free.

That's why I laughed to, and we both sounded like insane teenagers while we laughed together in the front seats of a police car.

"You're welcome!" I yelled at him, a smile plastered on my face.

He glanced at me and smirked, still driving at full speed, "Heh, come on dollface that was all me."

I rolled my eyes, choosing not to be bothered with the nickname.

'Just this once,' I told myself, looking back at the road, 'Then I wont accept it again.'

Then a thought hit me, and I realized there wouldn't be an again.

After this, I knew that this would end.

Would my curiosity still thrive, even if there was no G in my life?

Would getting rid of him really help me?

I forced myself to believe yes, and I stared out the side window, hoping G couldn't see my fallen eyes and smile.

G had taken me to a gas station, which seemed to be in the middle of no where, yet: It was still between the city, and prison.

He loaded up the cars gas, and I leaned on the side, my hands still in chains. I prayed silently to myself that no one would notice two people, monster and human; wearing orange jumpsuits, one in chains, one with their chains broken, standing next to a cop car (whose siren G finally turned off thank goodness).

"... Mind helping me out?" I finally said, breaking the silence after hours of driving.

Even in those hours, I still felt G's enjoyment of being free.

Maybe he could feel my enjoyment too.

Though I doubted it, believing he was a careless criminal who cared about no one but himself.

How could he know what others felt?

Why would he care about what others felt?

"Pfft..." G looked at the black cuffs and smirked, "Can't get out of them on your own?"

I glared and rolled my eyes, "Of course not you dope. If you haven't noticed, I don't have super human strength."

"Heh, couldn't have fooled me sweetheart," He said as he grabbed my chains and snapped them apart with a smirk.

I growled and turned away from him, folding my arms as I leaned against the car again.

"What? No thank you?" G asked, going back to filling up the car.

"You expecting one?"

"Ha," He chuckled and looked at me, "Suppose so. You being a goodie-goodie and all..."

"Hey!" I snapped, glaring at his teasing smirk, "I broke you out of prison, I am not a goodie-goodie."

G chuckled again, "Right right... you're a goodie-to-shoe-slut."

I growled, knowing there was no way to beat him.

Yet his simple argument, felt smoother then when we were in prison.

He seemed much more comfortable to be around when he wasn't behind bars.

Or very large fences.

My eyes glanced at my scratches, and I ran my finger across the forming scars, knowing I would have those for a while.

Just another memory I could regret on.

Then I realized, there was no regret.

No, escaping from prison gave me no regret.

G finished filling up the car, and sighed heading to the station.

I looked at him with a strike of worry.

"G, I wouldn't let anyone see you," I said, although I should have known that wouldn't stop him.

He tossed his hand in the air to tell me he didn't care, and he shoved his hands in his pockets while he walked to the doors.

They slid open and I waited to hear the sudden sound of police cars driving up the road.

Nothing came and G walked back out with a cigarette in his mouth, and a pack in his hand.

I glared at him and folded my arms.

"We didn't have any money," I said, my eyes narrowed.

"Didn't need it."

"Oh really? What did you use then?"

He smirked, "Well, my charm of course."

"You stole them," I concluded plainly.

G sighed and walked back to me while putting the pack in his pocket. 

"Jesus Christ doll, of course I stole them."

"You really think that the best thing to do, after escaping prison, is buy a pack of cigarettes? They'll just keep coming after you!"

"Look sweetheart," He said in a stern voice, the one similar to when he was in prison, "If I changed my whole life to be a 'good' person, or be a 'saint', they'll still come after me. Either way, I'll always be hunted down by them. They may forget about you, but not me. So why should I follow the rules?"

His argument seemed valid, and I tried to think of something to say.

Silence filled the area, and I noticed the sun was about to go down soon.

"... Does that have something to do with the Prince?"

Mentioning the Prince was a bad idea, and G's eyes filled with fury. He growled low and let out a long string of smoke, as if he was a dragon about to burst.

"Never mind," I said quickly, looking away from his anger.

He seemed to relax and after a moment, I asked, "If you could... teleport... why haven't you done it before?"

I was still mystified with that, and I preyed he would answer.

Luckily, he did and that was one curious thought aside.

"I couldn't. Not in the prison. There's a type of stone, in the watch towers and prison, that blocks off all soul magic. It's the same stone in the underground... besides, I only use it in emergencies. If I use it, it's like I just got done running to the place I was trying to go."

This explained enough, and explained why he seemed tired and sweaty in the car. But too bad for me, he just made more curiosity and I had to hold myself back from any more questions.

"Huh... The underground?" I tried to ask casually, trying to make it seem like I wasn't curious.

G burst into laughter and I looked away sheepishly.

"You don't know that place? Where have you been the last like... ten years?"

"Oh I don't know, living a good life until I went to prison." I shot back with a glare.

"Well," He continued, "The Underground is where monsters used to live before the King, let us free finally. We mixed with humans, but uh..." He glared and turned away, "They didn't enjoy that too much."

The King.

Now there was a King.

He must have something to do with the Prince, and I hid my curiosity.

"Got it. Thanks for filling me in."

I had always known about the monsters being released, but I had no idea where they were at first.

"How old were you?" I asked, glad that we were finally having a normal conversation, "When you were released, I mean."

"Ten," He answered plainly.

"You're twenty!?" I asked with shock, confusion filling me.

"Yeah, sorta. Don't really have an age, but I've been around for twenty years," He smirked and turned to me, "That upset you doll?"

I shook my head and turned away. I had thought he was at least 18.

Why did it anger me so much that he was older?

Was it because I was used to him acting like a five year old?

"Welp," He said as he slid into the front seat of the car, "See ya."

Shock filled me and I watched him begin to drive off.

"What?!" I asked angrily, "You're leaving?!"

"Duh," G continued, rolling up the window and smirking, "Finally. You're rid of me."

He drove off without a word, the sun setting just as he did.

I ran to the road and watched him go off, the smell of his smoke lingering in the air around me.

He was right.

I was rid of him.

Still the curiosity ached my skull, yet even when I ignored it:

I still felt something ache my heart.

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A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END MWAHAHAHAHAH

Sorry this took so long!

Sorry its so long!

I'M SORRY CHILDREN!!!!

I get busy in the week, and I do need to relax sometimes.

Yet I hope you liked this chapter and I had fun writing it!

Hopefully there will be another tomorrow!

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