*Frisk's POV*

After puking, I had to fight with myself on the decision of going back to G.

Asriel's words still seemed fresh in my mind, and they made me shiver with a slight sickness and a terrible feeling.

In all truth, I didn't know what to believe or trust.

Everything I had seen and heard, everything that had happened, caused me to believe that the Prince was right about G being fake.

But it also caused me to believe that G is right, that G is selfish but he is also telling the truth about everything.

Either one seemed like a wrong choice to trust, and I thought about the people G had killed out of anger, and I thought about Grillby and Bella's eyes as they filled with the terrifying emotion of death.

The thought of Bella trembled me as I began walking, unaware that I was making my way back to G.

If she was with me now, she would help me work through this, and I knew for a fact that she would let me talk to her about it.

Without someone to talk to, life felt straight forward, it felt like a trap that was closed around me, making me struggle for just a small taste of freedom.

A taste of someone to talk too.

G I knew I could never trust.

Even before what Asriel had said, I knew I could never trust his words, or his ideas.

All I had trusted was his plan to find Dr. Alphys and get us out of this mess that was tearing me apart.

With my mind overwhelming itself, and my body shivering with a pale sickness, I continued to walk and stare at the ground.

The world around me seemed so peaceful and welcoming, yet I felt trapped and sick like someone had kept me from the sun for way too long.

I tried to compare myself to the monsters that were trapped here, and I realized I couldn't imagine what it must be like to never see the sun.

What would it be like to finally see the sun after all those years?

What was it like for G and Asriel, once they finally met the surface and felt the sun on their bodies?

The thought just added to the pile of sickness when G and Asriel were mentioned, and I shut my eyes tightly as if everything would disappear by a small wish in my heart.

Even if Asriel was right about G, what could G be hiding from me that I didn't know about?

And if Asriel was lying, how would I know? 

Would I really take that risk?

The risk of trusting G, of following G, why had I gone with him in the first place?

'Fear,' I thought, 'I followed him because I was afraid of what Asriel would do to me. Now I'm following him to make sure what he's doing is right.'

Yet when I thought about G and everything he had done, I truly wondered if what he was doing was for justice, or his selfish reasons.

Was there a difference for trying to make justice out of selfish reasons?

The difference, is the fact that justice is for the greater good of all, and selfish reasons are for the greater good of you.

G seemed to be doing the impossible, and he was accomplishing both with my help.

I was supporting him, and he was doing it for both the wrong and right reasons.

The conflict in my mind seemed to grow with each new conclusion.

Each new resolution just created more confusion and anger.

There was no one I could trust.

In this situation, both of the two were wrong.

Asriel wanted to force two different races together, instead of letting them come together on their own inspiration, (not to mention the fact he wanted to force me in it as well) and G wanted to find Dr. Alphys so she could prove Asriel's plan wrong.

Why did G's plan seem wrong?

Was it because his reasons weren't for justice?

Shouldn't I have focused on the solution itself instead of G and his own personal thoughts?

Just thinking of this made me tremble and I rubbed my arms slowly, trying to calm myself before I puked again.

Trying to distract my mind, I looked at the blue flowers that pulsed gently with light, their soft petals looking like silk as I passed them slowly.

Blue vines crawled up trees and the walls, making them decorated with a pattern that had no end. The grass seemed thin and the path seemed too soft to walk on, as if it was new and fragile.

This made me walk as if I was a light feather with only tiptoes, and I listened to how quiet my steps were in the world around me that buzzed with life.

The quiet around me felt so calming, so peaceful, I could help but let out a long breath of relaxation.

Even with all of this confusion, all this fear and worry that sickened me, I felt much better in the Underground then I would have in the city.

Then I wondered how Bella would have loved this place.

I wondered how Grillby would look if he came here and saw how much it changed.

Thinking of those I had lost made me look back at the dirt, feeling weak and helpless.

Recognizing the place around me, I knew that I was close to where G would be.

If he was even waiting for me.

Then, with a stopping horror, I remembered why I had left in the first place.

His cigarettes were still with Asriel.

Fear tickled my insides and I felt like puking again at the image of G's glare and fury if I told him about Asriel taking his cigarettes then almost having the Peace Plan in action.

Then I could see the Prince Fury boiling his bones and filling him with murderous rage, that would surly get me killed.

Then I could see his lying act, his lies, his tricks, his stupid selfishness.

Groaning, I held my stomach and took long deep breaths.

How long had it been since I last had water?

Was I hungry?

I tried to think up more excuses for this awful feeling, and I tried to think of what I could say to G when he realized I didn't have his cigarettes.

What would he do to me?

The only way to find out was to find him and let it play out.

Everything I imagined had to be worse then the real thing right?

When I found him, I saw him sitting on a large rock with his back against the tree, one leg up to his chest as his arm rested on the knee of it, his head staring off at the trees and fields of flowers. He looked edged, as if something was bothering him yet he had to keep it to himself.

Of course he had to keep it to himself, there was no one else around to talk to him.

Yet I couldn't imagine G with the same sickness that was in my gut, and I just stared at him as I walked over, my body trembling with fear and worry of what he might do to me.

When I spoke, my voice came out normally, and I said, "I couldn't find them."

His head whipped around to me in intimidate fury and he stood up in anger, making me jump back from fear.

I couldn't tell him about the Prince, because I knew that would just make his anger worse.

The whole encounter would have to be a secret, and I knew that I could keep it if I just never went back to the door again.

Perhaps it would be a very long while before Asriel catches up to us again.

"You what?!" G yelled as he took a step closer, his fist clenched with tense anger.

Stepping back, matching his pattern, I shook my head and tried to keep a confident look as I said, "I couldn't find them! They were no where in sight!"

Rage was aching him, yet I knew it wasn't as bad as when he was mad about the Prince.

Yet I watched him shove past me briskly and head the direction I came.

What I did, was a stupid, regretful action.

It was something that would haunt me as much as prison, it would haunt me like the deaths that rested on my back, they would haunt me with all the other regret that filled my sound and head with a weighing sickness.

This was something that I should had never done, yet all I was thinking about was the fact I couldn't let G go back to the path, I couldn't let him go back and open the door to have Asriel attack, have Asriel find us again.

I couldn't let him find out.

I couldn't let him leave.

Grabbing his arm and yanking him around to face me, I glared with fiery eyes and yelled, "Don't you dare! If I can't find them then you never will! So stop-"

That's when he slapped me.

Like wood across my cheek, G's hand slapped me across the face and I let out a weak yelp that sounded like a girlish gasp.

That's when pain spread.

Pain rippled through my cheek and into my skull, stinging my skin and heating my blood. His hand was cold as it crossed my face, and the feeling was mixed with a hard force that knocked my head to the side as my hand jolted up to my cheek, trying to comfort the sting and swelling.

It spread faster with each moment and I could no longer hear the world around me.

All I could hear was the frightening silence of G standing before me, staring at my trembling body as I held my cheek and stared to the side with a shocking pain.

That's when I didn't care.

I no longer cared about G finding his cigarettes in Asriel's hands.

I no longer cared about the Peace Plan or Dr. Alphys.

I didn't care about the lies that infested my head, I didn't care about the regret or hatred.

All I wanted to do was cry.

All I wanted to do was whimper and talk, was to let someone comfort me, to have someone hold me and say it was alright.

I wanted something.

Yet I knew that nothing would come, and I felt myself fall into a weakness that would consume me if I didn't run.

So turning sharply, I ran as fast as I could away from G, not caring whether he was following me or not.

All I wanted was the thrill of running, yet the feeling never came to me, and I couldn't seem to feel anything except the stinging pain in my cheek as it throbbed, and my hair as it whipped behind me.

Knowing G would probably ignore me, and just go find his cigarettes, made me run faster into a field of blue flowers that had tilting stems.

Without a path to follow, I ran and ran until I could no longer feel my legs moving.

Until I could only feel my throbbing cheek.

Tears blurred my vision, and I heaved in air as if it was my last moments of life.

No sobs came through my throat, no matter how much I begged them to come.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted the world to know how hurt and afraid I was.

How weak I was.

Yet nothing came except the heaving of breath, and the blur of stinging tears.

Then I fell to my knees, and covered my eyes with my hands.

Then I cried.

I cried out all my feelings, all my thoughts, wishing they were words instead of tears.

I cried out my regret as it came flowing down my cheeks that stung with the throbbing pain of G's hit.

I cried out my souls pain and I felt determination leave with it.

Weakness filled me, and I trembled with the sickening pain that was confusion and thoughts.

My cheek felt nothing close to the pain in my head, my throbbing head that pounded with a threatening headache that would never leave me.

Why had this happened to me?

Why couldn't I just be safe?

Happy?

Happiness seemed so far away from me, that even running could never take me there.

What was I to do?

Death seemed almost welcoming at this point, and when I thought that I broke into sobs that seemed to make the flowers whisper.

In my head, it felt as if they where whispering about me, judging the tears as they rolled down my face, telling my secrets to the world.

I felt exposed, yet I couldn't seem to cover up.

It didn't seem to matter anymore anyway.

I felt as if nothing matter.

Nothing mattered.

Crying seemed like an escape, yet it also filled me with pain.

So so much pain.

So much regret.

So much hatred and stupid regret!

Why wouldn't it just go away?!

How did I get rid of it?!

My cries turned into trembling weak sobs that soaked the air in sadness.

Then, I noticed something.

The whispering of the flowers had stopped, and I could hear nothing except my pathetic tears as they hit my lap in defeat.

That's when I heard him.

At first, I heard his footsteps as they stopped in front of me, his boots sinking slightly in the soft dirt. He seemed far away, yet I knew he was so close I could touch him by reaching out a hand. 

He had shifted his weight to one leg, and his foot turned to the side as if he was waiting for something.

'No,' I thought to myself, wanting to scream it out, 'Get away from me. Get away from me!'

Except no words left my lips, and he stayed before me, my pathetic weakness seemed even worse in his presence.

Then, I heard his voice.

"Tsk... This is a bit of an overreaction to a slap, ain't it sweetcheeks?"

Anger mixed inside me, yet it seemed to be overruled by sadness, and I felt more tears spill down my face.

Sobs were all I could feel, along with the sting in my cheek that continued to throb and make me tremble from weakness.

That was all I could feel, until the unimaginable happened.

G, bending down so he was on his knee, wrapped his arms around me in a gentle hug.

A hug from the man who hated me most.

All I could do was start to gasp, before I choked on a sob.

My eyes stared past him, and I felt his tender yet firm arms hold me, each one seemed to be steadying my stance, steadying my weakness like a crutch to a broken leg.

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

Though the words meant nothing because I felt him pull me even closer, and the fur of his jacket tickled my nose as my eyes widened in shock.

The hug didn't feel forceful, and didn't feel like a wanting need.

It felt kind, and gentle, as if I was a wounded animal that needed to be taken care of.

I had felt that way, and as G held me in his arms, I could hear a whimper escape my throat while tears continued to stream down my face.

I couldn't let this happen.

I couldn't let him trick me, fool me.

Yet all of this felt real.

All of this was real.

And finally, I shut my eyes slowly and brought my arms around him as well, burying my face in the hood of his jacket as he held me closer in the pursue of comfort.

Finally, I accepted the reality before me.

I cried still, yet it was quiet and soft, weak and whimpering.

And it was in the hood of G's jacket at his arms held me protectively close and my arms stayed wrapped around him as well, my body leaning on his as if it was my only support.

Which it was, and I had accepted that.

Although my breathing was ragged, it felt better then when I was suffocating in confusion and worry.

It was better now that I was in G's arms, being comforted.

This was nothing like my sweet dream- nightmare.

This was better.

This was real.

He never let go of me while I cried, and even after I had slowed my breathing and thoughts, he still held me close, a bit awkwardly considering the fact we hated each other only a few minutes ago.

Now what?

"... G...?" I whispered in a soft voice, my eyes half open with the tired strain of tears, my head resting on his shoulder with a weak sleep.

A grunt was my response.

"... Are we friends...?" 

G chuckled, and even though I was surprised, I was too tired and worn out to react.

"That's stupid and childish dollface," He said, and even though I couldn't see, I could feel his smirk.

Nodding slowly and weakly, I replied, "I know... I know... but..."

My words seemed to stop, and I recognized his arms around me for the one hundredth time as I took a deep breath and continued, "... Are we?"

A long, deep, breath rose G's chest, then he exhaled long and slow.

Expecting a no, I let my eyes drop in defeat and didn't bother moving from the expectation of G dropping me anyway.

"... Friends huh goodie-to-shoes?" He said, his voice normal yet more soft, "... Pfft... This doesn't mean I like ya, you know that right?"

The man I had hated, the man I still hated, was my friend.

The man who wanted me dead, who wanted to get rid of me, was my friend.

Why had that felt so good to me?

A smile crossed my lips slowly, and my eyes stayed shut as I let a single tear roll down my still stinging cheek.

Except this time, it felt warm.

It welcomed me into a protective slumber.

And the last thing I remember, was feeling G smile instead of smirk.

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A/N: SINCE IT'S THE 40TH CHAPPIE I WANTED TO MAKE IT SPECIAL AND CUTE AND HNNN THE SHIP!

I hope you guys liked this chapter because I really enjoyed writing it!

AWWWW THEY IS FRIENDS NOW AND IT ALL HAPPY AND THEY GONNA BE FRENNNNSSSSS

AND FRANNNSSSSS

AND YAYYYYYY

AT LEAST UNTIL THE **** AND FRISK ACCIDENTALLY LETS A LITTLE "******" ABOUT THE PRINCE SLIP-

I MEANNNNN-

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS!

IT WAS NICE!

AND FEELY!

AND ALSO FANGIRLY!

For me at least.

You guys could be staring at the screen like, "Wtf I hated this."

ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH!

P.S: I'm in love with the song "Seven Devils" - Florence + machines.

IT'S REAL GOODIE.

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