*Frisk's POV*

The king stared at us, his eyes wide with unreadable emotion and his body stiff with unpredictable movements.

King Asgore.

Kind of monsters.

There he was before us, catching us in our hiding place, which ended up being his room.

In a situation such as this, there isn't much I could do.

Being so weak, limp, without that much energy to even speak, I couldn't do anything except stare at the all powerful king before me, his purple cloak complimenting his figure as he stood in the open doorway, light from behind pooling inside the soft lighted room.

Of course, the sight was terrifying, and the feeling was even worse when I realized Leah was just staring at him as well, unable to do anything to a king.

A king.

Higher authority than a Prince.

Leah was surely to do anything he asked her to do, and that could be turning me in.

If I was caught again, G would be dead or in prison.

Remembering how Asriel said "Killing seems like the only way to insure safety for my people" made me nauseous in the thought that prison doesn't seem like an option anymore.

G would be dead, and I would have agreed to the plan, meaning that Asriel could do whatever he wanted from then on.

Not only was I terrified of Asgore and Leah's situation, I was also afraid that G could already be dead in the dungeon, Asriel just trying to find us now.

A pathetic whimper was caught in my throat, and I felt my chin tremble as I stared at the King, his eyes still wide with unknowing shock.

What would I have done if I'd found someone in my room, and this particular someone was a person that my son needed?

Trying to think about it on my own seemed ridiculous in the fact I didn't have a son or a room, and I just stared at him blankly, waiting for something to happen.

Leah was also staring, still standing next to the window behind me meaning she was still fighting with herself on what she should do.

Though she did nothing, as I had done nothing, and everyone in the room was staring at each other with shocked curiosity that didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

Until, the King's snout opened to speak, and he inhaled a breath that made me want to cry for what he was about to say.

"What-"

That was all he could get out before he was pistol whipped in the back of the head, his face turning to the side sharply as his eyes shut and he fell forward to the ground, causing it to shake from impact.

As he was standing, there was no way anyone could tell who was behind him and in the door.

Except when Asgore had crashed to the ground, making me fall back on my side from the shaking floor, my eyes caught sight of G who was holding a gun in his hand with blood covering his turtle neck and the fur of his jacket.

All I could do was choke.

I choked on my words and cries, both trying to come out at the same time which made them incapable of passing through, which caused my choke and cough for air.

As I was coughing, Leah rushed to the door and shut it quickly while G walked in and stared at me with a horrified expression.

"What the hell Leah, look at her!" He yelled, throwing his arms open as if I wasn't noticeable enough.

"What did you intend I do?" Leah shot back, glaring at him, then adding, "Sir."

"Take care of her or something shes all skin and bones!" He rushed over to me and I felt my face heat up with blush and anger, my mind still not ready to forgive him yet.

When his arms scooped me up, I felt my face burn more and my head roll to the side away from him, my arms resting limply on my stomach as my feet dangled off his other arm.

He pulled me close to him, making it easier to carry me as he turned to face Leah.

Though Leah was the one to speak, and she quickly said, "Well stop yelling, or you're going to get us caught! We don't exactly sound like Queen Toriel and King Asgore fighting."

G's eyes turned to me, and I kept my expression blank and my eyes staring away from him, unable to feel anything but anger and sick love that I still tried to convince was fake.

Yet he knew about my love, and there was nothing I could say or do to change that.

"What about you goodie-goodie?" He asked, his arms still holding me up, "Why didn't ya tell her to help you?"

Giving him silence was all I wanted to offer.

It was all I could offer, and I didn't want to risk my energy on speaking to someone who hardly cared about me at all.

So I stayed silent, and let the room feel empty as my negative feeling spread around the room.

Leah stayed holding the door, but she watched us, and I knew because I could feel both pairs of eyes on me and neither felt good.

Still, I stayed silence, and I tried to gulp down my tears as quietly as I could while staring at the curtain draped window, away from G.

"... Dove come on, say something..." He said, his voice softer then before but still in his stupid tone.

Staying silent, I didn't let his words get to me, and I gulped again with the struggle to keep down my cries and sobs.

We all stood in that room, wasting time as they both waited for me to speak.

Though I wasn't in the mood to meet anyone's satisfaction, and I wasn't about to give any satisfaction to G.

Except that was when he pulled me up so my arms dropped limply around his neck, and my head rested weakly on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me close so that I didn't have to use any strength to stand up.

My feet dangled below me, the ability to touch the floor so close I could feel it tingling my feet, yet I stayed in G's arms unable to move, and let his hand rub my back slowly.

Only a friend.

He's only a friend.

I had to tell myself this over and over to calm my heart, though my heart was pounding fast and not all of it was because of anger.

He didn't love me, and he never will.

He never did.

Even though these thoughts made me sick, I tried not to show them, and I gulped again while tears continued to force their way through my throat.

Why was I letting him hold me?

Why wasn't I yelling at him to put me down?

Why wasn't I crying yet?

Feeling mashed inside me again, and my mouth opened on it's own, ready to scream, or cry, or say anything to him!

Except all I said, was, "Asshole..."

Although it was like a raspy whisper, that sounded hurt and weak, it felt good to finally say at him, and I couldn't stop from smiling as my chin trembled and my eyes squinted with tears.

Finally, I had said something to him.

Finally, I had said what I had wanted to say.

Though it wasn't much of a word, it was everything to me because I felt as if it was all I needed to say to express my feelings.

That's when I cried, and it felt so fast and sharp I wondered if those feelings in the word were really true or not.

They felt true.

They felt real.

The word felt so powerful even through the weak voice.

Except was it really what I meant to say?

My friend was holding me in his arms, and all I could say to him was an insult that I didn't truly mean to say.

Why didn't I mean to say that?

Wasn't that all I had ever thought about him?

Through prison, through the city, even through the underground and especially in the dungeon?

All he was to me, was a stupid, selfish, bastard who wanted nothing unless it was for his own gain.

How could I still love that?

How could I still love that?!

Oh it was a sick feeling that cradled me like G had, and I let my tears fall onto the fluff of his jacket while I cried, the tickling fur rubbing against my nose slightly which made me almost sneeze.

Then I felt G chuckle a bit, and what he whispered to me made more sick feelings fall into my stomach and head.

"Not much of a vocabulary ya got there, huh sweetheart?"

I cried and cried, not even caring that Leah was watching with her eyes softer then usual.

All I cared about were the words I wanted to say, the words I wanted to scream, yet none of them felt like they had the true feeling of what I wanted to feel.

G chuckled again, and I began to weakly struggle from his arms, sick of his stupid chuckle and smirk that was surely on his face while he held me.

"Hey come on don't be like that," He said, still holding me in his arms without much of an effort, "Look we'll find some way to take care of ya and get you at least some energy. But ya can't thrash around if ya want my help."

"I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!" I cried out, my words feeling like knifes as they sliced up my throat, making me cough and tremble.

G seemed shocked and he let me go, having me collapse to the ground which knocked all the air out of me, my body crumbled and twisted on the floor.

Both eyes were on me again, and I didn't even care as I cried and cried, trying to keep my thoughts from coming in, trying not to think at all from all the emotions and feelings that were inside me all trying to come out at once all trying to-

"Dollface, look at me."

I ignored him, and shut my eyes, trying to make it impossible for him to even be in my sight.

"I said look at me, goodie-to-shoe-slut."

The name stung, and I choked on my emotion as I opened my eyes and looked at him, praying he could see or feel the pain that I was showing.

Was I even showing any pain?

Was this all in my head?

Perhaps I was just acting.

Had I become as good of an actor as G?

When I had looked at him, I noticed the pain in his own eyes, and I realized that he truly hated seeing me this way.

His hands were open and his eyes were furrowed with concern, his mouth slightly open with words to say that didn't come out, and his head was looking down on me with pity and grief.

My breathing slowed, and I felt my heart beating fast, my body weak and empty.

There felt like nothing was inside me, and I felt the determination in my soul turn to more ice as I stared at G.

We were wasting time.

Any second now, Asriel could barge into the room and kill G and Leah, taking me away so I could do whatever he wanted me to do.

The thought of Asriel made me feel worse, and I felt the blood rush from my head and make me feel light and sick.

I was going light headed, and I could only staring into G's eyes while mine blurred with tears and spots.

'Those spots weren't there before,' I told myself, my thoughts shaking with each word.

Suddenly, I couldn't feel myself think, and my eyes clouded with more spots as my pale body laid on the floor, the dry blood on my face now crusty with tears.

The last thing I remember seeing, was a tear that rolled down G's cheek as he bent down to pick me up.

That's when I had passed out.

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A/N: Yesterday I was at a wedding and couldn't post!

The day before that I had no time because I was super busy!

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This chapter was about what it's like when you're getting your soul back, basically with Frisk seeing how G cares, it's sparking determination in her again, except it's mixed feelings and she's still super pissed.

Next will be showing her soul.

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