*Frisk's POV*

Snowdin, the name of a town that doesn't fit the environment.

Instead of snow acting as a blanket covering the ground, as G had said, the whole town was filled with trees and flowers, just like the rest of the Underground.

The ground was sprouting with blue grass, and the air glowed with pollen that floated like insects at night. In holes that littered the ground, water created mini ponds and rivers that expanded through the whole town like the veins and blood cells in a human.

I had made up my mind with the fact that this world would never be ugly, and I walked in awe next to G as we entered the town, staying on the grassy path that stayed straight through all the ponds and rivers.

Beside us, was all water and little patches of grass, and beside those, were buildings of shops and old homes.

Each one had something ruined, whether it was the vines seeping in from the cracks, or the collapsed roofs that let the wood rot away into the nature around it.

Yet G seemed just as marveled as me, and his eyes stared around the homes and shops, trying to keep his emotions blank.

Except I could see the wonder in his eyes as he stared at the shops, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Then I heard him mumble to himself under his breath, "Snow must've melted..."

Breaking through the sound of trickling water, I looked at G and clarified, "Snowdin?"

"Yeah yeah I know," He rolled his eyes and kept them off me as he continued to look around, "It's been a while dollface."

"But I thought you knew everything," I said sarcastically while we walked.

"I do."

Glaring, I rose an eyebrow and said, "Uh, no you don't. You said Snowdin had snow."

"It doesn't, why would ya say that?" He looked at me with a strangely straight face.

"What?" I asked, getting heated an confused for the moment, "That's what you said!"

"Well obviously it's not, I don't know why I would say that if it's not," He said with a smirk while gesturing to the town around us.

I had specifically remembered him telling me that Snowdin would be cold, because it was covered in large amounts of snow. I remembered this so well, because I caught myself when I was about to ask for his jacket, yet I hit myself over and over for that, mentally.

"You must be loosing it dove," He continued with humor glistened in his eyes when they looked at me.

"What the-?! No, you said that there-"

"Shut up doll look," G interrupted, his smirk falling into a blank stare as he stopped us, pointing ahead.

Anger tickled me, and I growled slightly as I looked to where he was pointing.

His finger made a slender line that aimed at a row of shops, three to be exact. Trees grew in the cracks along with vines and small flowers that still pulsed with their blue glow.

The doors seemed old, yet unharmed, and they all rested together like old siblings who were together their whole life.

First, I thought this was a stupid thing for G to point out, especially since there were a lot of shops like these three, and I had thought that he was just pointing them out to distract me from the agrument before.

Then I saw the name of the last one, and my anger turned to shame as I gasped.

Grillbys.

The sign looked as if it used to light up, yet the electricity seeded to exist in this world and the sign now hung loosely from broken cords, one of the L's completely off. The bricks were old and laced with vines, flowers growing at the bottom of the walls.

Seeing the blue life that grew around his restaurant, the vines crawling around it as if they were trying to comfort it, made me feel light and happy inside, as if Grillby was finally feeling the love of something else.

It seemed to catch most of G's attention, and he slowly began to walk over, as if he was forgetting I was with him.

Though it most likely might be the fact he didn't care.

So, I followed him quietly, enjoying the feeling of stepping into soft grass instead of the dirt, which wasn't as soft.

G's eyes were focused on the store, and he took a thin grass pathway to the door that was slightly open.

His hand pushed the door open fully, and he stared inside.

Standing behind him, I tried to peek in, and all I could see was a perfect little setting.

Chairs were beside each other equally, the bar stools still polished without dust, as if the whole restaurant never changed. Tables and booths were empty in the darkness, light shinning in from the giant window at the front. The ground was wooden, and clean, as if no one had ever stepped foot in the shop.

Everything seemed new, everything seemed nice, except one table in the center left of the room, where beer glasses and cards still scattered about like an unfinished game.

Even this to me, seemed beautiful, yet for some reason, I couldn't smile.

Pity for Grillby ached my heart, and I wished terribly that he could see this.

Perhaps he could, but selfish thoughts of me wanted to see his reaction, wanted to see how he would act when he saw his... home... perfect.

G seemed to notice my wishes, and I knew he wanted the same thing when he said, "Grillby was the last to leave the Underground. He must've cleaned up the place before he left, he knows what it looks like."

Though his voice sounded as if he was trying to convince himself.

When I noticed G walking in, I almost stopped him, trying to make sure he didn't ruin the beauty and perseverance.

Yet he knew what he was doing, because he smirked and looked at me from the middle of the room and asked, "Ya think Grillby would kill me if he found me in here?"

"I would kill you G," I said, unable to fight a smile, "Get out."

"Aww come on doll," He cooed with a deeper smirk as he walked over to the door again, "Hows about you come in~?"

Without a moment to think, G yanked me in my the cuff that latched to my wrist and all I could do was gasp.

Then I smiled.

The shop felt warm with comfort.

"I used to come here everyday," G said, his hand still holding my wrist without his acknowledgement, making my face tint a slight pink.

Should I tell him to let go?

"Even though I was young, Grillby let me hang out with the weirdos here..." G smiled and I chose not to ruin the moment he was having.

Then he ruined it himself by smirking and continuing, "Until I became one of 'em."

Laughing a bit, I pulled away my hand and shoved him with it, glad I didn't have to worry about him punching me anymore.

G chuckled and I turned to leave the shop, trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes on me.

The next shop we went to, was the first in the row, a big shop that seemed to have multiple rooms inside.

I was correct, for when we walked in, the first think I noticed was a staircase leading up and a door next to it, open and leading into a small shopping area of clothes. Still in the first room, there was a counter for the cashier and a large shelf behind it, covered with nick-knacks and food.

Food.

The very thought of it made my mouth water and my head begin to pound with the realization I hadn't had food for more then a week.

It was lucky I had water at the hotel, and now here, even if it was G's disgusting bathing water.

Now that the sight of food had me in a trance, I felt myself grow weak, I felt my legs wobble, and I could see the shelf getting closer to me like an illusion.

Except, the only reason it looked like that, is because I rushed to the shelf at full speed, vaulting over the counter so I could get to the food sooner.

G was laughing at me, and I hadn't cared at the time while I grabbed snacks and treats from the shelves.

One of the treats I grabbed, was probably an eleven year old pastry called a "Cinnamon Bunny", and it was in the shape of a rabbit with the insides a creamy cinnamon paste that melted at the touch of a tongue, the fluffy outside so soft it could fall apart with one pull.

That was the first thing that entered my mouth.

To my surprise, it didn't taste moldy or old, it tasted like it was made yesterday, and I groaned in delight at the taste, shoving three more into my mouth after ripping open the packaging. 

Still chuckling, G walked over to me and vaulted over the counter (not as eager as me of course) and placed his hands in his pockets as he stood next to me.

"Heh, old shopkeeper had something special in her food that made them last longer, no one knew her secret ingredient but I sure wish I did."

I hardly paid any attention to his words as I continued to gulp down as much food as I could, full of delight and enjoyment from the stuffing's.

"Geez goodie-to-shoes, didn't know ya could eat so much," G said raising an eyebrow with shock and amusement.

Then he leaned down to my stomach, and poked my side to make me jolt as he said, "You sure ya need to eat that much?"

I stopped.

All I could do was stare at the shelf before me that had a small gap from all the food I had taken in my arms.

My brain couldn't seem to connect the dots, yet I could already feel the anger as it grew inside me like the starting of a fire.

"... Did you just," I stared, still staring ahead of me with anger burning my blank face, "... Call me fat?"

Not expecting a low chuckle, I tensed up and felt my eyes grow wide from anger as G said, "Uh... Yeah?"

Without thinking or a slight hesitation I turned and began smacking the top of G's head over and over as if I would never stop, anger burning my hand along with his hard, thick, skull.

"HOW DARE YOU!" I shouted, even more angry with the fact G was laughing instead of begging for forgiveness, "TAKE IT BACK NOW!!!"

Still laughing, G tried to cover his head and he jumped over the counter as he ran into the other room in the shop.

Not wasting a single moment of anger, I rushed after him at a speed that tried saying, "Does this look fat to you asshole?"

When I entered the room, I only caught the small details of the area because I was so furious with G.

What I did notice,  were the rows and rows of different clothes, the separation made by bright colors and dark colors.

In the back of the room, there were more shelves and another counter, yet the shelves were filled with thread and yarn, along with more snacks that caused my stomach to growl.

Yet my mouth growled of anger, and my eyes flicked around to try and find G.

Knowing just where he would hide, I ran to the dark clothes and started swishing through the clothing.

Laughter raged, and G popped up from the pants section as he pointed at me and laughed.

Running over I began hitting him again with a boiling rage that burned my eyes and edged my features.

"Why you little-! G how dare you call me fat!!! I'm not fat!!!" My voice was desperate, as if I was convincing myself along with him.

Of course, though I didn't believe for a moment I was fat after all the running and lack of eating I've done, his words still stung me for some reason, and I tried to hit the laughter from his chest.

Except G got sick of my punching, and he grabbed my wrist, holding them tightly as he continued laughing, opening one eye to look at me raging.

My rage included struggles of trying to get my wrists free, angry noises, shaking of the head that made my hair flick everywhere.

As his laughter died down, so did my anger, yet I kept a straight face that was dry anger, my lips pursed in a straight line to tell him that I was still mad, just wasn't going to do anything yet.

Especially since I had already burned out all the energy I ate, and I didn't feel like eating much anymore.

When he let go of me, my arms immediately wrapped around my stomach as if to hide it.

Perhaps I did look fat with a crop top, and it just wasn't my thing.

"Aww come on dollface~" G cooed, making my face burn and my body turn away, "Ya still look sexy as ever~" 

With another laugh, I growled in anger and stomped down the isle of dark clothing.

"Come on!" G called after me, making me clench my fist, "Ya know ya aren't fat! It's just a joke goodie-to-shoe-slut!"

"Gah!" Was all I replied with as I threw my hands in the air, as if telling him it didn't matter.

After a moment of silent walking for me, my arms wrapping back around my stomach, I heard G softly chuckle then say, "Hey dove, turn around."

Despite myself, curiosity won, and I turned my head to see what he wanted to show me.

When I saw, my whole body turned in shock and my mouth dropped open.

G was holding a black cloak that looked like the night sky, the fabric swishing as if there was wind in the building, even though there wasn't.

"Check this out," G smirked and took off his jacket then dropped it on the floor before putting the cloak over his shoulders, throwing the hood over his head as far as it could go.

"Look at me," He said in a terrible gruff voice as if he was an angst teen, "I'm the Damn Prince, and I want all the power in the world... But also a pony." 

At the sight of G in a royal cloak, I would have thought it frightening. 

But when he hunched over like a glum old man, sticking out his jaw as if he was always angry, imitating a terrible voice of Asriel...

Laughter busted from my lungs.

Even as I stood their laughing, hitting my knee with humor, he didn't stop and he continued, "These motorcycles, they-they just don't go fast enough! A pony would be a much faster transportation."

This just made me laugh harder, and shut my eyes with glee.

Suddenly the image of Asriel in his majestic cloak and his elegance flashed in my head, yet all I could see was the pony he was riding on.

Laughter busted again and I gulped down shallow breaths like water as I laughed harder.

Opening my eyes slightly, still laughing terribly, I could see G smirking.

He continued, "GUARDS!" Now he was doing motions, and pointed to the floor before him as he said, "What is this?! This is not a pony! THIS IS A PATHETIC RABBIT! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FIT ON ONE OF THESE?! I'M NOT THAT SMALL!"

Burning my chest, the laughter continued and I felt nothing but joy and happiness as I listened to him, watching his ridiculous movements and his silly expressions.

"G-G," I tried to speak, yet the laughter stopped me.

"A goat?! You got me a goat?! This is degrading to my kind! I shall throw you in the dungeon!"

The laughter began to sting, and tears filled my eyes while I tried to stop, remembering how Asriel said he liked rabbits.

That just made me laugh harder and I fell to my knees, throwing my head in the air with laughter.

Noticing G's jacket, I took my chance and seized it, putting it on and trying to slow my laughter.

Why had I put on his jacket?

Well, the reason was clear.

Though when I felt the soft inside, the comforting smell of his lingering cigarettes, the heavy weight that felt protective and safe, made me melt into it.

Yet I knew, I knew, that I could never love his jacket.

Because I didn't care for him!

How could I?!

All I needed was his friendship for protection.

That's when I realized... how selfish was I being?

'Definitely not as selfish as him,' I told myself, still joyous with laughter.

So, I stared my little skit.

"Oh look at me!" I started, remembering I'm not as good of an actor like G, "I'm G! I like to flirt and break things!"

G stopped his little act and looked at me, a smirk still plastered on his face.

My face burned, yet I continued to act in his jacket, making exaggerated gestures just as he had with the cloak. 

"I'm gonna save the world for JUSTICE!!! Oh no. I messed up. Oh well, time to take a nap."

As I pretended to sleep, I was suddenly worried about G's reaction.

Then, he laughed.

He laughed long and hard, making me smile and giggle as I opened one eye to peek at him, suddenly wanting to see how happy he looked.

Why did I want to see that?

The cloak was on the floor and G was holding his stomach with a strong laughter that made me laugh as well.

Then I noticed yellow, tinting his cheeks slightly.

How I noticed it, I could hardly tell, because it was so light, so small, it was almost blending with the light in the room.

Was he...

Blushing?

The thought smacked me over and over and I soon blushed as well.

As well?

He couldn't be blushing!

Perhaps it was from laughter.

I told myself that over and over as I laughed with him, taking off his jacket and grabbing the cloak, wishing to hear more of his laughter, wishing to be the source of his laughter!

Oh how joyous it was to hear!

"I, Prince Assriel of the whole world, will happily preform the Peace Plan like a willing solider! Definitely not a perv...!"

G had burst into laughter, and satisfaction filled me as he fell from laughing too hard.

Hitting his fist on the floor, made me want to continue.

So I spoke without thinking.

Oh the regret.

Oh the terror.

All of the laughter was gone after I said, "And hey! G's cigarettes? Why don't I just take those and hide so they wont know I'm here!"

G stopped.

I stopped after realizing what I had said.

"... Excuse me...?" G said, his voice dangerously deep.

That's when I remembered,

I hadn't told him about Asriel in the Underground yet.

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A/N: I HAVE POSTED.

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Yes, I am still sick, but I really wanted to write this because it was awesome and I love it and MMMM CLIFF HANGER!!!!

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Also the song- "The Plague" By: "The Prince of Eygpt Soundtrack" IS SO ASRIEL AND G LIKE I'M DEAD.

I know, I know, I'm childish.

BUT THAT SONG FITS SO WELL IT'S SCARY!!!!

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