A/N A bit of a long chapter. Tons of angst, fluff and twists in this chapter.
This is my favorite chapter of them all! ^^ Get cuddled up in a quiet nook with a warm blanket and enjoy the story~

PS: I threw in a reference to the lyrics of a song in the beginning, in case you catch it :3

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Filled with determination, I did the only thing I could do. I sat and waited. Minutes felt like hours when you did nothing, but I kept my stance. That was, until I heard the door unlock, and G stepped inside the room again. Did he know? I wondered, backing up, did he know that he killed me, and I came back?

"Aw. Why so wide-eyed, sweetheart?" he approached. For every coming step he took, I took two backwards to counter it. "You've never seemed so tense, love."

"Don't hurt me like this, please," I asked, like it would do me any good. He approached closer, his smile growing considerably. "G, why are you doing this? What did they do to you?" I cried out into the darkness, almost tripping over my dress. He was now at arm's length of me.

Escaping a killer when you're in high heels is harder than you'd imagine.

"Shut up. You're making this harder than it has to be. We both know there's no use in struggling," he swiped at my throat, barely missing as I swerve out of the way frantically, and twist my ankle, falling to the floor. I yelp out in pain, gripping my ankle. However, I knew that my ankle wasn't the worst of my problems, as I was now injured, and trying to bring the warm, overprotective G out of a man turned crazed lunatic.

"G, please. It's me, its Frisk," I pried, scooting away from him.

"I don't love you anymore, Frisk. Just give it up," he summoned a sharp, short bone, almost resembling a dagger.

Those words stung, they really did. I knew he didn't mean it, but just hearing him throw those words around without a care, it really hurt me. My eyes stung, and I knew what came next.

"G... this isn't you, p-please," I pleaded as he strode up to me, expression unnervingly blank. "I know you're in there!" I shouted, as if it would make my words any truer.

"You can keep pretending all you want," he knelt down next to me and shakily brought the dagger to my neck, "But I'm all that remains. You'll never have him back."

His words hit me harder than any attack he could conjure up to torture me could. G was gone. I let my mind go blank, my body go limp, and all hopes of ever leaving this dastardly prison fade to nothing. With G's knife to my throat, I locked into his eyes. I remembered how I once found those eyes winsome, enchanting, and captivating even. "Do it. I'm not going to fight back," and closed my bloodshot eyes, accepting my fate.

"Oh, please! Don't act like it's your decision whether you live or die. Just because you submit to your own death doesn't mean that I'm going to act all sappy and change my mind. Next time try to spare me the energy and time, you know I want you dead, so there's no point in distracting me."

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Filled with determination, I did the only thing I could do. I sat and waited. Minutes felt like hours when you did nothing, but I kept my stance. That was, until I heard the door unlock, and G stepped inside the room for the third time. I ran to the corner of the room quietly, trying to gain some time to think. If this continues any longer, I'll go insane. I have to stop him. I have to get my G back.

What could I do, though? He had more advantages than I could count: height, strength, weaponry, magic, vision, and many more. I felt like nothing. He continued to approach slowly, this time saying nothing. I heard loud shouting coming from the other side of the wall, and suddenly the lights flickered on, blinding me temporarily.

Rubbing my eyes, I see G standing in the middle of the room, approaching me slowly. I think they were getting impatient. I snickered to myself, wondering if they would just come in here and try to kill me themselves. I could probably escape through the door when they came in. Instead, I heard the sound of a gun being fired.

Time seemed to slow down, as a bullet headed towards G, at arm's length of my body. I didn't think, I sprang up, using as much power as I could in high heels and a frilly dress. I wouldn't let them hurt G any more than they already have.

Pain seared through my body as the impact of the bullet sent me flying backwards and spinning towards the ground where G stood. I hit the ground roughly, landing on my left arm, a loud cracking noise echoing through the room. When I fluttered my eyes open, my arm was twisted in a gross way, bending the wrong way in all sorts of bad places. I felt G standing over me.

"Why?" he asked shakily. He must be so damn confused. These people tortured him into hating me somehow. Maybe I could get to him now. This was my chance.

"I'd take a bullet for you anytime. I won't let them hurt you anymore then they already have." I smiled sadly, "I'd do it in a heartbeat all over again."

"Ya took a bullet for me." G stared at me, numbly almost, as I gasped for breath that didn't want to come down. He knelt down on a knee to get a better look at the wound. "That was stupid of you."

I wish I had some excuse, some clever remark, but I knew I had simply been acting on my instinct. I desperately wanted to think of something, but it hurt too much to think.

G scooted closer, still looming over me with his stalky figure. Watching me pant, I was propped weakly on my right elbow, my good arm and hand twisted at my side. "I really wish ya hadn't done that, ya know that, Frisk?" G commented, a twinge of sadness lining his voice.

I think something snapped in him, seeing me as destroyed as I was. Makeup far from ruined, dress practically torn to mere shreds, and body quivering like a rattlesnake's tail, he must have seen something in me. He must have remembered. Had I imagined the concern in his eyes? Was my G back?

"So do I. Ugh." I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I was going to die any second to the one who loved me once upon a time. I missed him so much. My eyes snapped open at the gentle touch of hands, and my lover's face was right there. Close.

"Are you telling the truth...? Ya would really do that all over again if it meant you'd spare me the pain?" His words came out soft, unbelieving, almost afraid. With the gentle touch of his hand on my cheek, I resisted the surge of emotions that emerged deep down within me.

"One hundred times, yes. I'd do anything and everything possible to protect you, no matter the consequence," my eyes watered from not the physical pain, but the emotional toll that talking to G was taking on me. I hadn't had a steady conversation with the guy in hours, which felt like years to me.

His expression seemed conflicted, his brain was probably going one hundred miles a minute, trying to figure out whether I am actually good or bad. Whatever they did to him seemed to be wearing off. He could finally think freely, his only thoughts no longer consisting of killing me.

I heard more angry shouts outside of the wall, and another bullet was fired, headed towards G at an alarming rate. I used my bad arm to try to propel myself upwards, but a strong hand gripped my shoulders, pinning me to the floor as the bullet flew over my head and embedded itself deep in the wall.

I turned my burning head to see that G had dived to the ground with me to dodge it. His eye was no longer yellow, his two gentle white pupils had returned. His eye sockets widened, and his orbs shook, taking in the sight of my damaged body.

"Frisk..?" he gasped. My tears finally flowed out from my eyes unstoppably as I hugged him as hard as humanly possible.

"G-G! I thought I'd lost you!I kept trying to get you b-back, but nothing was working, you just kept... I couldn't... I-I..." I struggled to contain my sobs, trying to tell him what happened as I clung on to him like I was afraid that at any second he would vanish, and the beast inside him would come out again.

"Shh, I-I'm here," he hushed me, brushing my wet bangs behind my ear, "I won't let them h-hurt you, you're s..safe with me. J-Just breathe," he buried his shaking face in my hair. He must've been sobbing too because I felt his tears wet the top of my warm and buzzing head.

I never wanted to let go, I just wanted to stay in this wonderful moment with him forever.

However, time was of the essence, and if we didn't escape now, we would be back at square one. I forced myself to prop my head up on one weak elbow.

"L-Listen, they've got a team of people ready to kill us on sight on the other side of that glass, we need to do something, o..or we'll be stuck here," I coughed out, grimacing from the pain searing through my side.

"Sit still for a second. I..I'll try and heal ya best I can," he placed his shaky hands on my disheveled arm and bullet wounded stomach. I felt energy course through my veins as the bullet extracted itself from my body with the preciseness only a skilled surgeon could hold. My arm began to painfully right itself, twisting back the way it's supposed to be. I calmed my breath, trying to make the burning sensation in my head go down a bit.

G stood up shakily, obviously drained from healing my wounds. He could've teleported out of there with the energy he had left, but I would've died from the trip, but he healed me instead, I realized.

"Thanks," I looked up at him, taking on a sudden solemnness, "I mean it."

"I'd do anything and everything possible to protect you, no matter the consequence," he quoted, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

I smiled up at him, filled with newfound determination to escape this prison. With G's energy still strong in my body, I kick the glass wall sharply, causing it, to my surprise, to shatter into little bits, revealing the cowards hiding behind it.

Asgore yells something to two guards, who G easily flings aside, using his magic to knock them unconscious. Asgore furrows his eyebrows, summoning a wall of fire, and running further down the hall. G quickly pulls me close and runs through the inferno, a small magical yellow dome protecting us. The dome dissipates, and we are left chasing Asgore down the hall, desperate to find the exit to this horrid place. Turning the corner, we see Asgore in an elevator, the doors shutting just as we attempt to keep the doors open.

Our glances fall to the set of stairs leading upwards, and we briefly glance at each other, smirking. We bolt up the stairs at inhuman rates, hoping to beat the elevator and hopefully cut off Asgore. Instead, we are met with the dastardly duo, Eliza and Scarlet. Huh, so Asgore just ran and left these two to deal with us. I knew he was a coward.

Behind them lies the breach in the wall, our only exit from the horrid place. After all, it would only make sense that our greatest rivals were guarding it.

I don't hesitate to charge at Eliza just as G throws his first swing at Scarlet. I grab her dirty blonde hair in one hand and send her to the ground as hard as I could, hoping to knock her unconscious, and failing. She tackles me in attempt to strangle me, but I bring my knee up swiftly, kicking her in the gut. She rolls over in pain, and I deliver a swift punch to her jaw to finish it off. She didn't die, that was not my goal. She merely passed out.

I turned to see G had knocked out his opponent successfully as well. We took a moment to catch our breaths before glancing at each other. We turned to the breach, sighing to ourselves.

Was it all really over?

A/N: Sorry this is so late, school has me studying 24/7 lately :/ Anyways, on the bright side, Frisk isn't dead so thats good? :D

Next chapter will probably be out around Sunday/Monday

Hope you enjoyed!

~Flowey