*Frisk's POV*

G's arms wrapped around me and my cheek pressed against his, our legs entwined together as we sat on the dusty ground, was not how I expected to wake up inside a supply closet that saved our lives.

Because this was such a shock to me, all I could do was hold my breath and have my jaw slack open. 

What made the situation worse, was the fact that G and I were lazily together and he was drooling slightly from the corner of his mouth and it was running down the side of my cheek.

In this situation, what was there to do?

What could I have done?

At first, I tried to stand up, except the room was so tightly enclosed, my feet only rummaged something behind G.

Oh.

I had realized one leg was wrapped around him, and the other was tangled with one of his.

How had we fallen asleep like this?

With G's right arm draped over my left shoulder and his other arm wrapped lazily around my waist?

When the blush pushed its way to my cheeks, I prayed it wasn't warm enough to wake up G.

There had to be some way I could get out of this position without waking him.

There had to be some way I could have stood, moved, gotten his arms off me.

Yet the room was too tight, and my legs were to tangled to move.

When I looked at G again after struggling for a moment, I felt his right leg under me and his other leg bent so he could steady himself, although it was still tangled with my right leg, and my left leg was wrapped around his lower half.

There I was sitting on one of G's legs, his face pressed against mine as he snored softly and drooled down my blushing red cheeks.

If I had enjoyed that, I wouldn't have stopped breathing, and I wouldn't have choked on my scream that went off in my head like the siren from prison.

I did not enjoy one bit of that.

Though at the time I wasn't focusing on what I was feeling, I was focusing on how to get my arms untangled from his same leg that was entwined with my own leg. 

And I tried to get my left arm to stop hanging from his right.

Uncomfortable was all this position spelled.

It could be read from even the blind people.

All I wanted was to get out of the position, yet each struggle moved G.

Each struggle was a suicide mission to wake up G.

What would he think if he saw us in this position? 

Of course, I knew it wouldn't be anything good, so I quickly tried to think of a way out.

Though the feeling of his drool made me almost cry out in disgust and anger.

Still with a red face, and my eyes probably bleeding with anger and discomfort, I took a deep breath, held it in to keep myself as slim as possible, and started to untangle my arms first.

Success with the right one that was around his leg, but my other one was pressed between G's skull and his other arm that was draped around my shoulders.

How did my sleep think this was comfortable?

I could feel G's soft breathing against my cheek, and I almost didn't dare move my face in fear that his drool would drag along.

Almost.

Turning my head to my left, I felt the remains of his drool on my cheek, and felt his head drop.

There his drool dripped onto the spot right below my stomach which caused me to shiver and tremble.

Ignoring the awful feeling, I tried to pull my arm away.

Success was sweet.

Success was relief.

Success is what I felt as my arm slid away from his, and into the little space between G's chest and my own.

With an incredible struggle, I placed my hands on G's chest and tried to push him back.

Yet with intense horror and sudden dread, I could hear G stir and stop snoring.

He groaned, his sleep fading as he shut his mouth and the drool stopped (Thank god) when he lifted his head slowly, just to meet my wide afraid eyes.

His eyes were sleep dazed, and he looked like he had the most wonderful dream of his life with his eyes half open and full of relaxation.

There was a sudden moment of that sweet relaxation, before his eyes shot open with shock and confusion.

Anger as well.

I had no time to prepare myself for what I knew G would do to me, I had no time to get myself ready for a punch, hit, shove, or some other painful thing that he was sure to do to me.

Yet instead of hitting me, the only pain I felt was in my ears when G let out the loudest most shocked and confused scream I had ever heard.

Feeling the same emotions I screamed too and we both tried to scramble away from each other.

When things happen, that mess with your head so you can hardly think, so that your first thought is to follow your instincts, your decision making falls short.

At least that's how I would try and explain what G did, because at that moment of both of us screaming in a supply closet (that saved our lives) G's left arm, that was previously around me, shot up and gripped the handle to the door, opening it.

This was a stupid action.

This caused both of us to topple out along with broomsticks and a few extra papers that wanted to join the mess.

Our screams were cut short from, "Oof!"'s that left our lips.

Still tangled with G, I quickly used the free space around me to wipe the slobber off my cheek and the other place, which was more sickly then it needed to be in my opinion.

G, at the same time, was struggling to get his legs untangled from mine and stand up.

We grunted and slipped as we untangled from each other, finally able to breath normally and smoothly.

With slight pants from the relief of comfort.

Using my shawl, I wiped up the rest of the drool on me, and G wiped his mouth with his head turned away from me.

"... Real smooth trying to snuggle up to me like that," He grumbled in a fierce voice.

Struck like lighting, I felt anger boil under my skin and I clenched my fist to keep it from shooting out in my actions.

"Me?! That was completely on accident! For both of us!" I said in a mad tone, making sure I wasn't blaming anything on him, praying he doesn't hurt me.

Yet he seemed distracted with the fact that there was no lights on, and the library was closed for the night.

I was distracted too, and I stared at the light bulbs that rested and the windows that let little moonlight come through.

Not just moonlight, but light from the city.

With little windows,there was little light, especially in the frightening darkness that loomed behind bookcases and doors.

G was silent, so I decided to speak first and I said, "Looks like it's safe to leave now..."

"Finally..." G said in the same tone, walking the path that lead to the entrance.

Ignoring his sass, I followed behind him with eagerness to get out of the dark empty library, and into the screeching city.

When we made it to the entrance, G didn't wait to check outside and he shoved open the doors, letting in the cold night air.

Though he should have checked before he opened.

Because at the bottom steps, the Prince had left two Crew members to stand and guard.

To stand and wait.

Once the doors were open, they spotted us immediately and I choked on my gasp, my face frozen with shock as they shouted, "THERE!"

Without wasting a breath, G grabbed my upper arm and pulled me down the opposite side of the stairs, which the Crew guards rushed to as well.

Zigzagging down the stairs, G pulled me with him while he tried to go different ways from the Crew.

Though his plan failed and a jolt of fear electrocuted me as I felt a gruff and grab my wrist and yank me back, which caused me to yelp.

"Shoot!" G yelled as he was grabbed by the other member.

Though that didn't last long, because while I was being cuffed G grabbed the guard's arm and twisted it back until there was a loud crack, that could be heard even above the car horns and city streets.

The guard's scream could be heard as well.

The member holding me gripped tighter, and cuffed my hands behind my back, causing me to tremble from panic and discomfort.

Could this be it?

Could I be going to Asriel?

Could G be killed?

All of these thoughts ached my head and I almost didn't want to think anymore.

Though I didn't have to because G snapped the guard's neck and turned to the one that was occupying me.

Lunging forward, G grabbed that guard and tackled him to the stairs, punching him in the nose over and over until it sprouted blood in every punch.

My eye caught notice of the Crew member's hand, that still moved to his belt which had a button on it.

An alert button.

"G!" Was all I could yell before the button was pressed, and a loud beep was heard.

G stopped after the guard was knocked out, then he took the button of the belt and threw it as far as he could.

Which to my amusement, was quite far.

"What was that?!" I yelled with fear still aching me, ready for a swarm of Crew members to come after us.

"No time we have to go sweetheart," G said as he snapped my cuffs in half, leaving the chains to dangle at my sides.

The annoyance wasn't as bad as the first time this had happened to me, yet I still groaned and followed G while he ran down the stairs and to the motorcycle.

Except when we reached the motorcycle, worry caused me to gasp and step back.

The whole bike was twisted and broken, with a letter attached to it.

G ripped the letter from the motorcycle, not even affected with the sight,

No, that was wrong.

He was furious.

Anger made his breathing faster, and I could see his jaw clench as his face tried to remain emotionless.

It wasn't hard to see the blank anger in his eyes though.

Sirens of police cars (The sirens that kept me awake at night from terror and worry) filled the air, and I could see more motorcycles that had the Crew as their owners.

G crumbled up the paper and shoved it in his pocket, grabbing my wrist, quite roughly, and running the opposite direction down the street.

Of course there was no way we would be able to make it away from them.

There was no possible action we could take that would get us away from the frenzy that chased after us.

Oh right, except for teleportation, which G had done right as my eyes caught sight of the police cars that ran down the street.

The sudden jolt of teleportation shocked me and I gasped, feeling my head be overwhelmed.

"G-" My words were cut off when I saw him collapse on the cement of an alleyway, the police cars zooming past us.

Fear ached me and I quickly pulled G up against the wall, his body heavy and limp, which made it quite difficult for me to do.

Heaving breath from fear and worry, I sat next to G, my eyes wide and staring at the end of the ally, watching the police cars speed by and the motorcycles follow.

There G was beside me, unconscious and weak from teleportation.

It seemed any magic he did caused him to be terribly weak, and I felt bad for him.

Yet having my head pounding with thoughts and worry, trying to force tears from my eyes or puke from my mouth, I slipped into a terribly unconsciousness.

*****

A/N: Early chappie today!

Which means there might be another later, not so sure though.

So, I needed to explain why Frisk had chains still on her hands later on, cause I think it will be important later on.

... :)

Anyway........!

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GOOD DAY.

MY FRIEND IS READING OVER MY SHOULDER SO BYE.