*Frisk's POV*

If it was possible to have silence around G, there it was.

After G had told me about the Peace Plan, all I could do was stare in the empty silence, stare at his blank face who's eyes seemed to be full of each emotion in the story.

Finally he broke the silent gaze and looked away from me.

"There... now you know why I hate that Damn Prince... ya get the backstory ya were looking for goodie-goodie?" 

I couldn't answer.

All I could do was stare, and watch his eyes hide away his secrets, hide away his emotion.

Then I could see his smirk and his fake careless look.

Was G really a prideful jerk who only cared for himself? 

Of course he was.

My mind remembered Bella's death, remembered my regret and beatings in prison, those times G had left me to fend for myself, ordered me around, bullied me into fearing him just like everyone else.

Now what?

He had kidnapped me, yet he was protecting me from the Prince. Yet that wasn't for me, it was still just for himself.

Still for his selfish and prideful self.

Sighing, I finally asked, "So... he wants my soul because-"

"Because it is the most powerful," G cut me off, "The most powerful soul out there. And you're the only one who has it."

'Wow no pressure,' I wanted to say that to him, but I kept my lips shut tightly, listening to the cooling silence while it filled the room.

Silence.

Long, long, minutes of silence with G in a dark cold room that caused me to shiver every once and a while.

Something in me wanted to know what was going through his twisted brain, what was going through that arrogance head.

In the story, it didn't sound like G.

If anything, I expected him to be all for the plan, I expected him to join and be just like the sick Prince.

Yet when I heard what he had done, I wondered why he had changed so much from back then.

Why had he changed his heroism to this creature that only cared for himself? 

The only reason he had helped me was to get back at the Prince, so that's the only reason he would ever want to stop the Peace Plan.

Not because he cared about monsters and humans working together, not because he cared about the racism and inequality, only because he wanted to have his satisfaction in getting back at the Prince.

Clearing my voice, breaking through the silence louder then intended, I forced a smile and looked at G and said, "Well... now that you've seen my soul, may I see yours?"

It was a strange question coming from my mouth, and I hardly enjoyed it.

Even when G looked at me so shocked it was as if he could hardly think.

His shock was replaced with a smirk and he rolled his eyes at me, "Oh ya wanna see my soul do ya?"

Growling, suddenly remembering how much he annoyed me, I folded my arms and turned away with a red face.

"Not like that asshole..." I grumbled, "Just so it can be fair."

"Come on goodie-to-shoe-slut, why do ya wanna see my soul?"

Realizing the truth, I kept my face turned away and felt my hair fall into my face while I spoke, "So I can know your trait...."

Instead of sounding shocked like I had expected, G shrugged and said casually, "Why on earth would ya wanna know that doll?"

"Just cause I'm curious! Nothing to it!" I yelled, anger beginning to pinch me.

Why did I always gain anger around him, was it possible for me to ever be calm in his presence?

When I tried, taking a deep breath of the musty air, I looked at him and saw his smirk.

My calm mood quickly faded and I growled more as he said, "Well it's a bit obvious dove, I'm surprised you haven't figured it out already."

He laid back in his chair, his hands behind his head and his leg over the other casually, as if the whole Peace Plan was never mentioned.

It felt much better then the dark, cold, silence that was left behind after the story.

Thinking of a quick way to shoot a come back a G, I said in quite a jolly mood yet a cocky voice, "Yeah, I have figured it out, annoyance."

His eyes opened and he looked angry and annoyed.

I couldn't force back the laugh, and when I tried it just came out louder then I planned.

G's face turned a bit yellow, and I filled with satisfaction at embarrassing him.

Before, I would have never thought it possible to embarrass G, but as I watched it happen before me, a smile of triumph was all that could be seen on my joyous face.

"No ya goodie-to-shoe-slut! It's yellow! Yellow for justice," He huffed folding his arms and taking in a mainstream from his cigarette.

Laughing still, my mind settled at the thought of it.

For a guy who likes to beat people up, bully, smirk, smart talk without expecting any talking back, he didn't seem to be one for justice.

But as I thought about the reason he wanted to leave prison, or the reason he hated Asriel with a passion, I realized those passions were from justice.

The same as my reasons were for determination.

As things fell into place, my laughter died down, and the good feeling hung in the air around us.

"Justice..." I repeated with a smile plastered on my face, "So you wouldn't mind if I get you back for all the things you've done to me?"

"Pfft," I could see G fighting a laugh as he looked at me, and he smirked broadly, "Yeah if you even can goodie-goodie."

Glaring with the smile still on my face, I stood up forgetting about my ankle.

A loud yelp shot from my lips and I quickly sat back down.

G just laughed and my face heated up with anger as my head turned away in shame.

"Ha, ya think I would really just let ya do something to me without getting something in return?"

"Actually, I did. You let me in prison... remember? What did you gain from that?" 

Now it was my turn to smirk at his thoughtful face.

While he remembered prison, I tried to do the same.

I looked back on that year when G made me a fool.

No, when I made a fool of myself.

That regret and embarrassment still bit me once and a while, but I ignored it when my mind allowed me to.

Right then, it stuck my heart with a sharp force.

Gulping I looked back at G to see him shrug.

"Heh, that was like... a year ago doll, don't dwell on the past." He waved his hand in the air as if he was swatting a fly without looking, yet I knew he was just waving away the matter.

Growling I shouted, "Speak for yourself angry pants! Who's the one chasing after a Damn Prince for something that happened- what, five years ago?!'

G stared at me long and hard, his face reading no emotion except slight confusion.

For a moment I thought I had messed up, and this empty silence was another bad silence that would choke my words down until I couldn't hold them in anymore.

Yet it wasn't, and G asked plainly, ".... Angry pants?"

My face fell in confusion for a moment, until my eyes filled with realization and the image of G laughing his head off.

He laughed even as my face burned red and my head filled with temper, my words shooting out in weak defense.

"You heard me! That's what you are you're-you're an angry pants- People say that!"

This just made him laugh harder, and I folded my arms across my chest in an embarrassing defeat.

"Oh god, angry pants, that's the best thing I've been called all year."

Growling I look away and mumble, "I've been called better..."

Not realizing he heard me, I jolted in shock when he said, "Heh, I bet all of em came from me."

"No they didn't! I hate the nicknames you call me!" I yelled, turning to face him again.

When he saw my red face he just laughed harder and I had to force my eyes away from him so I didn't laugh to.

Seeing how smoothly we spoke to each other, each of us trying to insult the other worse then before, it almost felt fun.

It was fun for me to have a challenge, and I could feel the energy inside me as he replied, "Yeah sure. Oh come on dove, you love my nicknames."

Hearing his voice in his laughter and pride, I almost believed it.

That is until I remembered how good of an actor he was.

For all I know, he could be lying about who he is, what had happened, about every word that left his lips.

Even his movements could be lies.

Yet something inside me, wanted to believe his words.

They wanted to be a part of his words.

Though I didn't let it and I shouted angrily, "Oh yeah?! Well- I don't!"

Weak.

That was the only word that could describe my defenseless words.

When G laughed more, I couldn't help but let a laugh slip away from me as well.

There we sat, together alone in a dark room, the gusty feeling mixed with the joyous sounds of laughter and humor.

There was no more silence, just laughter.

Even when it was with the person I most hated in the world, the person I wanted out of my life, it still felt good.

When the laughter had finally died down, our conversation seemed lost in the noise, and we just smiled to ourselves, thinking of the silence that suddenly felt welcoming.

"... Get some rest doll..." G said after a while of our own thinking.

Looking at him, I realized he was falling asleep on the chair.

He was letting me sleep on the mattress.

Crawling over to it, I laid down and thought about my throbbing ankle while I pulled the torn blanket over me.

I wanted to ask, "What can we do now?" Or  "Do we have a plan?" But I also wanted to forget everything, and drift to sleep.

Besides, when I looked at G, I could see he was already fast asleep on the chair, his head back as he breathed softly.

Once again, the room was filled with silence.

Except this silence, tucked me into a kind gentle slumber I wouldn't mind waking up from.

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A/N: OKAY GUYS I KNOW!!!

SO- STORY TIME!

Yesterday my laptop keyboard stopped working, and not even plugs worked. So, we checked it and turns out there was a virus on my computer. 

We had to shut it down.

Everything... my writing, (In docs) My edits, my ideas, my pictures, covers... everything, was gone.

Deleted.

Gone.

Poof.

I couldn't post a chapter, and had no other computer I could go to.

Stress began to fill me, and I worried for all of you, and myself as well.

I felt afraid, and helpless, I didn't know what I could do.

So, I posted a post on my profile (Thank you those who understood and saw it)

And it explained how I will NEVER give up on this book.

I'm here until the end.

I didn't give up, and my father helped me get another laptop set up.

I typed until my fingers fell off guys.

Still typing until my fingers fall off.

I apologize for being busy and working... I truly do.

But thank you all who are still here!

I love all of you!

AND I SHALL CONTINUE WRITING!

ALL IS GOOD NOW!

Sorry for the confusion.

I AM ALIVE!

Anyway, hope you guys liked this chappie!

I MIGHT post another today... if I can...

Have a good day/night!