*Frisk's POV*

When G finally awoke, we were far from Asriel and his Crew.

I remember making sharp turns, hearing the sirens that burned my ears while I drove full speed away from the chasing cars.

Though the noise around me, the road before me, the cars I had to dodge and avoid, seemed to be blank in my eyes, as if all of it was a video game and had no true meaning.

All I could think about was Grillby's flames turning into the dust that scattered the hotel.

Instead of worrying about stopping at a red light, I worried about what would happen when someone finds his dust littering the lobby.

Instead of listening to the sirens that should have been filling me with fear, I drove listening to the gun shot that continued to ring in my ears even after it had passed.

Instead of thinking about G who was sliding aimlessly in the chair beside me, his unconscious body still tense as if he was still worried, I was thinking about the image of Grillby as his eyes filled with some sort of emotion.

Sadness.

Disappointment.

Regret.

Oh the painful regret that chased me through my life with no mercy.

Why did Grillby have to die that way?

With that last emotion?

Was their anyway around it?

Of course, in the car, I could feel it controlling my limbs for me while my mind blanked off with thoughts of Grillby's death.

Yet it was almost as if I was numb to it, numb to feeling the regret that continued to pinch me over and over.

When would it get bored and just leave me alone?

Back to when G woke up, it was midday, and I had parked the car in an ally way, not exactly sure where I was headed, not knowing where Mt. Ebott is and all.

Along with the memories filling me with sad regret.

Why had I felt like it was my fault?

'Because it is,' I told myself, my eyes staring out the front window with blank feeling, 'You are the reason the Prince was there in the first place. You and G. Your fault.'

The words ached my heart, and I felt tears tremble my chin.

I forced them down, aware that G was awake and sitting up slowly with his hand on his head, and the only noise he made was the shuffling of his clothes.

Turning my head away from him, my eyes staring out the window to my left, trying to think of what I could say to him.

Something to end the silence at least.

Though humor seemed so far away, it seemed unreal, and I couldn't bring it back no matter what I said. 

The only thoughts that came to my head were about Grillby, and I couldn't say anything that didn't refer to him.

G must've been so hurt.

Grillby was his friend, a very good friend, something special.

Even if I was just in the background, I could feel a strong friendship between them.

No, it had to be something like family.

Sadness and depression ached my heart and I stared at the ally wall around us, my thoughts still full of the gun shot.

Or the silence in the car.

I couldn't tell which was worse.

When I finally found something to say, I almost cried.

I almost hit myself over and over until I couldn't breath, until I couldn't ever speak the words I had spoken that day.

Why had I said that?

How could I possibly say something so insensitive?

At the time I wasn't thinking.

I was hurt, scared, and broken.

Was that any excuse to what I said?

Breaking the silence, I said in a creaky voice that was too strong for my own comfort, "Now you know how it feels."

Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfish.

Why had my mind thought of such a thing to say?

After all he had lost, after he had watched his best friend be shot in the forehead by the monster he hated most in the world.

I had said the most selfish thing possible in that situation.

Though I didn't think it, all I thought was that he deserved it.

He deserved to be shamed.

He deserved to know what he had done.

Yet all those angry, selfish thoughts trickled out of me as I heard G whisper in a voice that sounded so broken, so hurt, it was trying to force anger say, "... What?"

The words were sharp and full of so much emotion, I felt myself tremble from holding back tears that stung my eyes.

Then I continued with my selfishness.

"You heard me. Now you know how it feels..." My mind flicked, it snapped and I felt anger boil through me that I whispered in a sharp voice, "You remember all those people you killed?"

I could feel G more angry now, and if I could have I would have stopped and begged for forgiveness.

But instead my mind was clouded with thoughts of anger, thoughts of Bella and Grillby, thoughts of G and his stupid smirk, his stupid words, his stupid teasing and stupid plans.

"Excuse me?" G said in a voice that sounded so offended I almost stopped.

Almost.

A l m o s t.

I was sick of it all.

I shouted so loud, my tears were forced out of my eyes and my head whipped around to face G with anger clouding my sight and filling my throat with cracks and strains.

"You remember Bella?! People you killed in the prison?! Do you know how many of those people probably had friends, families?!" 

My words stopped when I could see tears in G's eyes.

Tears, in the man who had the soul of justice. 

Tears in the man that people feared, people hated.

I saw tears in the eyes of a man who had beaten, bullied, teased, and killed people.

And the tears were thick.

They were smooth like pearls and I watched one roll down the side of his face as he stared at me with a shock that was so unbelievably painful, I had to let my tears gather at the bottom of my trembling chin.

I had to let myself cry.

Sobbing, terrible sobs that tried to pull my thoughts from my head left my throat and into the silent air.

Sobs bounced off the windows and back into my ears, filling the car with loneliness and pain that tore the strength from my skin, replacing it with sick weakness that just made me cry harder.

G was silent, and I still couldn't believe the sight of him crying.

Why had it brought me to so much tears?

I cried for Bella.

I cried for Grillby.

I cried for even G who was staring at me blankly, his eyes full of the saddest emotion and the grief of loosing his friend.

I cried out my sweet dream, my nightmare.

I cried out the gun shot that still replayed no matter how hard I tried to get it to stop.

I cried out the scream that had broken my reality, sending me into a never ending silence that suffocated me.

I cried out the thoughts of the Peace Plan, of Asriel, of G until there was nothing left to think about except the warm tears that cracked my cheeks and accented my sobs.

Then I felt my palms press against my eyes as if trying to stop the tears from coming, yet they did a horrible job and just got covered in salty water that stung my skin.

G sniffled.

G whimpered.

Until I could soon hear his tears drop gently into his lap, his eyes no longer on me, his eyes now staring blankly in front of him.

I peeked through my fingers and watched as his emotionless face had tears rolling down the sides, dripping from his skull onto his black pants.

This made me cry more, and I felt as if everything was falling apart.

The regret forced itself into me, and I sobbed.

I felt it grip my heart with a sickness that made me choke and breath heavy, heaving my breath until I could hardly breathe at all.

G, the man I hated, the man that killed, was crying next to me in a stolen car after he had just passed out from getting us in.

We cried for what felt like hours, and G stopped before me yet he didn't stop staring off as if nothing mattered to him anymore.

Did anything matter to him?

As my head cleared, letting my tears turn into a steady stream and my red puffy eyes into a blank emptiness, I thought about how Grillby had mattered to G.

Too much was there.

Too much friendship was in him.

And I had to ask.

I had to let my curiosity take over me once more, once more taking me down the cursed road of regret.

Though I didn't do it so suddenly.

I waited until my shaking turned into a little tremble, and my sobs turned into a gulp and slight whimper.

Then I let the silence sink in, letting my head choose out the right words.

First, there was the anger that G didn't even care about me crying.

Then, there was the understanding of what he had lost.

The understanding that he didn't know what to do.

Keeping my eyes staring at the wall out the front window, I relaxed in the chair with my body still trembling slightly with thoughts and feelings.

"... I-I'm sorry..." I whispered in a soft voice, realizing G had barley said anything and I was already blaming him for something.

Not moving, G still stared blankly, his face no longer rolling with tears, and his emotion lost in those mysterious eyes.

"I am sorry..." I said more clearly, not expecting an answer as I continued, "I needed to say something... I needed to convince myself that you were something bad..."

Honesty pooled out of me, and it took all my effort to stop it from rushing out of me too fast.

More silence.

Aching silence.

Then, a large deep breath of air that stopped my trembling and turned my head to G who was shutting his eyes.

G held the breath and slowly made his chair fall back, his body laying down with it as his hand moved to his pocket for a cigarette.

Lighting it, then sticking it to his mouth, G kept his eyes shut and let out the breath before saying, "He was like a father to me..."

And just like that, the tense mood turned into a melting ice, that was still cold, but still smooth.

"I remember finding him when I was about... 5. He was 16, and he took care of me for only about two years before I went on my own. I never stopped visiting his bar though, and to a child my age... well..."

Hearing G speak with his casual tone, yet his caring words, made me lean against my chair and listen with my eyes on the smoke that left his cigarette gently.

"What could I think...?" He continued, his eyes opening and staring at the ceiling, "He was like a father... Asriel had thought so to."

The Prince's name made me shiver, and my eyes glanced away from G as if the feeling of the word would go away.

Though I continued to listen.

"Asriel of course loved his father... but he would always go to Grillby. Instead of treating Grillby like a father, the Damn Prince treated Grillby like a slave. He ordered Grillby to do this and that, do whatever the Damn Prince commanded. It never stopped, even when the monsters were free."

Pieces clicked together, and I nodded slowly while I looked at G again, inhaling the deep smell of his smoke.

Sighing, G continued, "I never knew until the first time I escaped prison and found Grillby. We chatted. We talked. Caught up. I explained why I was in prison, and he thought it was for robbing a bank or something. When I told him about the Peace Plan, he told me I could do nothing about it. I argued with him about it, and he just shook his head. Then he told me of what Asriel did, and I was even more angry with the damn goat."

G's words seemed to spit from his mouth, and I could feel his anger as it was released from his smoke.

Never had it smelt so good.

Silence finished his story, and after a while, he said, "Look dove, I have killed. But does it seem as bad as Asriel killing?"

When I thought about it, I realized it didn't.

Why did Asriel killing someone, anger me more then G killing?

Didn't that make G the same monster as Asriel?

Something about Asriel killing, seemed like injustice.

What was justice about G's killing?

Especially when he killed Bella?

The memory made me in a even worse mood, and I looked down in a darkened glare.

"Killing is killing. It isn't good, and that's that." 

My words sounded true, and I believed them so strongly, all that replied was G's stunned and empty silence.

After a long while, I realized I couldn't feel this silence anymore, and I couldn't just let myself keep us in an unhappy mood.

So, I said for a start, "What color was Grillby's soul?"

Hesitating for a second, G let out a long stream off smoke and answered, "Orange. He told me."

Bravery.

"Makes sense," I said, my voice no longer as glum as before, "At least he died with his trait."

Then I realized it was true, there was no fear in his eyes when they filled with emotion.

The image still saddened me, and I thought about how I had wanted emotion in Grillby's eyes, how I wanted the emptiness to fill with something.

Never did I ever want them to fill with the emotions of his death.

It worsened my mood as I realized he would never feel love, feel someone in his arms, he would never knew how much comfort he actually gave people.

That made me take a deep breath to stop more tears.

"Yeah... I guess he did..." G said with kindness slipping it's way into his voice.

"... I think he forgave you...." I whispered, looking at him with a slight smile.

The smile seemed to take too much effort, and it died down making me look back out the window.

Though I caught sight of G's head turning to me, and his eyes wide and his eyebrow raised only slightly as if he was shocked and concerned.

That made smiling a little bit easier.

The mood continued to drop, and I wished there was something that could change the silence.

Something that would lighten the feeling of loss.

That's when G looked at me with his cigarette between his fingers as he said, "Did ya have a crush on him dollface?"

My mood took a strong jolt, and I looked at his strong smirk.

This felt much better then my sadness, and I was almost thankful for the anger that filled me as my face turned red.

"Uh, no?!" I yelled.

G chuckled softly, "Don't deny it. I saw you checking him out. You have a thing for monsters goodie-to-shoe-slut?"

Growling and slugged him in the arm as he laughed slightly.

How could one thing G say make the emptiness suddenly turn into a teasing annoyance?

At least it was better then sadness, and I rolled my eyes.

"He's like 13 years older then me!" I argued, feeling my sadness drift away.

Laughing more, G rose an eye brow and said, "You didn't know that."

I opened my mouth to reply, then I realized I didn't know.

More laughing.

Growling I said, "That doesn't prove anything. I didn't like him at all. I was just curious about him! That's all!"

G rolled his eyes and pulled up his chair then taking a large mainstream of smoke then letting it out as he said, "Right. Ya love me too much already."

"Uh, EXCUSE me?!" I shouted, my face burning a dark shade of red.

G laughed and smirked at me saying, "Just kiddin' sweetcheeks. Though ya look guilty."

Remembering he was only teasing, I growled and started the car then hitting the gas sharply which caused G to hit his head against the dashboard which caused his cigarette to topple out of his mouth.

"OW!"

That word gave me a satisfied smile, and my eyes glanced at him while my hands gripped the wheel.

"Oops, sorry," I cooed with a sweet smile that was clearly fake.

I couldn't be as good of an actor as G, yet I looked like a brat, and that's what I was aiming for.

G glared but as he held his nose, I could feel a smirk from behind his hands.

Driving out of the ally, I set on the road, and let G navigate me on where to go, considering he was the only one who knew where to go.

Though he smoked his cigarette, and the mood felt much better then before.

Smoke had never smelt so good before, and his smirk had never been so welcoming.

With a smile on my face, I drove with G to Mt. Ebott.

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A/N: AWWW THEY SOFTENING TO EACH OTHERRRRR!!!!

My chapters are getting longer. Now their all like 2500 words and I'm like "WHY SO MUCH NOW WHAT HAPPEN"

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WE GET TO EBOTT.

WE GONNA SEE SOME SH--------------

THINGS BE GOING DOWN!

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