*Frisk's POV*

Tense fear seemed to ache my muscles and I could feel it itch my blood, filling me with the terror of being in Asriel's clutches.

Afraid.

This was the only feeling that ached me.

All the mixes of worry, fear, dread, and regret pilled in me to create that terrible emotion that took control of me, causing me to stand still without making a sign of life or movement.

G on the other hand, seemed to have energy bolt inside him like and electric shock as he swung back around and grabbed my arm, forcing me to move along with him as he pulled me into another room of bookcases and computers.

It was the fiction section, which would have caused great interest from me if I wasn't so terrified and nervous.

Once inside G let go of me and I tried to move my jello legs to follow him, yet my body just wanted to turn around and see if Asriel was following.

Lucky for me, G yanked me along with him so I didn't have to move myself.

I could hear the sound of footsteps coming closer to the fiction room. 

I could hear my heart beating and feel my pulse ache my veins.

Yet G continued to yank me along and he seemed to be just as nervous as I was, yet he seemed to control it much better then me.

"Why the hell are you so tense dollface?" He asked me in a frustrated whisper, "We gotta move! We have to find a better way out of here." 

His words had no affect on me besides the fact my feet moved along with him, the rest of my body not knowing what to do.

Having this ignorance, my body didn't notice him stop and it walked right into him, leaning into his jacket as if when I pulled away Asriel would have me, and who knows what would happen then.

"What, are, you, doing?!" G whisper yelled to me, glancing over his shoulder instead of searching for a way out.

Catching myself, I realized I was just leaning into him, as if I was trying to gain some comfort or safety.

'Stupid,' I thought to myself, surprised I could even think at all, 'Stop being stupid and focus. Focus!'

Yet focus seemed so far away, as far as the door on the other side of the room.

Either it was another door that lead into another section of the library, or it was some other crazy room.

All my mind could show me in flashing letters was the word, 'EXIT!'

Now it was my turn to pull G, and my strength filled my body fast as it moved to the door.

"You're freaking me out sweetheart..." G growled as I pulled him, aware that the only thing keeping us from Asriel's sight (Who was now in the same section) was the tall bookcases that towered around us, giving us a mixed path to the door.

I knew I wouldn't be freaking G out, once he knew what I was planning, once we got out and through the exit, out of the sight of Asriel.

Boy was I wrong.

When I opened the door, I didn't even bother looking inside before shoving G in and rushing in with him, shutting the door quietly yet quickly, praying that the Prince couldn't see.

A supply closet.

We were in a supply closet, the closet I had pushed G into, and rushed in with him.

Together we were squished between brooms and dusters, a large shelf that was pressed against the back wall filled with old books, paper and ink for the printers, and even some old computers. My body was pressed tightly together with G's, and each of us struggled to get comfortable and not touch each other at the same time.

Struggling and grunting, G backed away from me as much as he could, yet I could still feel his breath on my head as I also tried to back away.

"Wow great idea dollface," G grunted as he glared at me, his hands pushing against the shelf so that he could keep himself from touching me.

It didn't work, and our legs seemed entwined together between mops and messes.

"Ugh," I said, feeling much safer then before, even thought I was tightly pressed against the most selfish monster in the world.

No, that wasn't fair of me to say.

My mind flicked to Asriel, and I realized G was second place.

"This isn't what I expected..." I grumbled, wondering how my mind had expected us to run through an exit so easily.

"What?" G grunted again, still struggling as he smirked, "You expected me to snuggle up to ya too? A comfy cuddle? Maybe a little kiss?"

Groaning I felt my cheeks heat red while I tried to get further from him.

"I need to get out of here," I said, glancing at the wooden door that held G and I in a safe capture.

Though I knew I would never try and open the door just to get out of this tight space that was making it hard for me to breathe, just to run in the arms of Asriel who I felt was right outside the door, waiting for the safety to disappear so he can catch us.

When I looked at G, I could see him struggling to breathe as well, yet when I smelt his breath, I couldn't gag.

The smell of fresh smoke entered my nose, and I almost thought he had lighted a cigarette just to add onto our problems.

Then I realized it was his breath.

If I was honest, I enjoyed the sweet smell of his smokey breathing that was soft and gentle to my nose.

How could I possibly enjoy something that would kill me if I myself was smoking?

And how come it didn't affect anything with G?

(DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS!)

So, to pass the time, and fill the empty silence with something other then the quiet shuffles of G, I asked, "Does smoking hurt you?"

"No," G mumbled blankly, his back pressed into a broom stick.

"Why not?" 

"Drugs were made for humans," He answered, his eyes looking up at the darkness around us, as if he was searching for some sort of light that didn't just come from the cracks around the door, "Doesn't affect us monsters."

Of course.

This made me slightly jealous of monsters, and I looked away with a red face of embarrassment.

I knew that Asriel wouldn't stop searching the library until he found us.

But would he ever think about looking in a supply closet?

The closet felt like a savior to me, felt like the hero of the story that saved us from the villain. Which it had, and inside I was so grateful for that.

Yet I was also so afraid that the door would swing open, and the Prince would be waiting with the Crew to seize us and kill G.

... Why did I care if G died?

Telling myself I didn't, I looked back at G's body that loomed close to mine, his chest moving up and down slowly, trying to fight the tight space around us.

So close to him made me feel uncomfortable, yet something inside me wanted me to feel comfortable by it.

Forcing the want away was all I could do at the time.

"God..." I mumbled, trying to push myself back, "It's stuffy in here."

"Pfft," G rolled his eyes, I didn't need to look up at them to know he did, and he said, "No. Quite airy in here actually, thinking about staying here for hours on end."

That's when I noticed his hand go to the handle, and not thinking fast enough to stop my gasp, I reached out and grabbed his hand quickly, clutching it tightly to keep it from doing anything.

"No!" I said, too loudly in my opinion.

Blush squeezed my cheeks when I saw G staring at my hand in blank emotion, as if he was still figuring out what to make of it.

Then the blush worsened when I realized I was still clutching his hand.

Clearing my throat and pulling his hand and my hand away, I let go and looked down, trying to avoid G's glance as I explained in a quiet whisper, "We can't... Asriel is still in the building searching for us."

"Then we'll just sneak out the exit!" G whispered with an urgent voice, trying to find any reason to get away from me.

"We can't risk it! The percent of us making it out is tiny considering the lack of knowledge we have."

"Speak English doll I don't understand what you mean!"

"I mean!" I said, frustrated with his lack of understanding (or just angry he wasn't trying to understand) "That we lack the knowledge of whats out there! Asriel could be waiting right now for us!"

G growled low and grumbled, "I'm sure he'd already open the door with all the noise you're making."

"The noise I'm making?!" I yelled, realizing I just proved his point.

His smirk burned my cheeks and I looked away from him again, trying to stop myself from looking at him every second.

After a moment of silence G stopped forcing himself against the wall, which caused his chest to touch me which made my face burn with anger and embarrassment.

Especially when he whispered low, "If I didn't know any better... I'd say ya want to be stuck in here with me goodie-to-shoe-slut..."

The urge to open the door and run as fast as I could ache my arm, and I knew that G was only trying to tease me into opening the door or find a way out somehow.

So I knew I would have to hold my ground and be strong, fight his trickery.

I placed my hands on his chest and shoved him sharply into the broomstick behind him which caused him to yelp and gasp in shock and pain.

Then I felt his hand grab my neck, and from there all I could feel was regret and his words slither into my ear as he said, "Why you little-"

Suddenly his words and movements were cut off from the sound of footsteps right outside the supply closet door.

Both of us held our breath, daring the door to swing open, daring it to let Asriel in and catch us.

Possibly killing G.

The thought made me force myself to stop a gasp that squeezed it's way into my throat.

Why was I so worried about that?

I wasn't.

I never will be.

Why should I?

He didn't care if I died.

The proof was around my neck.

Literally.

We let ourselves be pushed together, each other in the feeling of the others presence and heat.

Could G hear my heart and pulse racing?

Of course from fear, but also from the hand around my neck and the feeling of our bodies tightly pressed together.

The footsteps stopped before the door, and for the first time it seems, I felt G trembling with nerve, his breath still caught in his throat.

Admitting, I trembled just as much.

Then, by some miracle, the footsteps moved on, leaving us in our trembling horror.

When we were sure the person was gone, each of us let out long held breaths that seemed to go on forever.

Chuckling nervously, each of us relaxed slightly and I felt G's hand slide away from my neck.

Along with his anger that slid away from him just like the fear that had pinched me with sharp nails, thankfully letting go.

"... Maybe we can stay a bit longer..." G whispered, as quiet as he can.

Letting out another breath of relief and a smile, I looked up at his nervous eyes and knew I didn't need any words.

Then I realized we were both still tightly pressed together, our breathing just causing us to touch and squeeze in the little space.

Yet G seemed to nervous, relieved, and distracted to notice. 

So I acted as if I was too.

Which, as much as I hated being pressed up against him, I hated his anger much more.

Then I began to wonder how long we would be trapped in there.

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A/N: THIS WAS LATE AND I'M SORRY!

I STILL DID IT IN A DAY!

BE PROUD OF ME PLEASE!

AHHH STRESSSSSSS

Anyway!

I put some ship in this, and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Next chappie should have more ships but I'm debating on if they go to the ---- next chapter or like... two chappies.

Cause next might be when Frisk is cuffed-

I MEAANNNNNN

Nvm. 

Have a goodnight everyone!!!!