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Frisk's POV:
"Get back! What do you think you're doing?! Come back!" My foster parents were yellin' at me, but I didn't listen. I ran into an alleyway an' tripped, spainin' ma ankle. They finally gave up an' left.
"Oww......" I moaned, ma ankle hurts like hell.
But even if ma ankle hurts, I will never go back to that fuckin' place. They don't treat me like a teen, they treat me like a slave. I never went ta school after Junior high, 'cause someone needs me ta do housework an' make meals. If they need someone ta yell at, it's me. If they need someone ta hit, it's me. Today I finally grabbed a time to leave an' left. I don't care if I starve or freeze ta death. I'm never goin' back.
"Hey there *hic* beautiful~" A seductive voice said.
Oh-no, I gotta leave. I crawled out of the alleyway, but he grabbed my neck an' pinned me ta the wall. He grabbed me so hard my neck hurts, it's probably bruised.
"Get off me! Help! Someone help me!" I yelled, hopin' someone would find me......... But no one came.
"Feisty *hic* one ey~" He grabbed my neck harder, 'causin' me ta choke.
"H-help." I tried one last time. Ma vision blurred an' the last thin' I saw was a yellow glow surroundin' the pervert, pullin' 'im off, then..... Everythin'. Went. Black.

G!Sans' POV:
I was on a lonely late night stroll. Thinkin' of ma miserable life after Paps left....... When I heard a yell.
"Get off me! Help! Someone help me!"
It's a girl! An' from the voice of it, a teen, like me. I ran ta the voice, though the voice isn't quite near.
"H-help." The voice is laced with helplessness.
I finally found 'er in an alley an' pulled the seemly drunken pervert off 'er with ma magic. Then she fainted. I looked at 'er, she doesn't have any belongin's an' 'er clothes are like rags, but other than that she's beautiful. Wait, what am I thinkin'?!
Evol ni si enoemoS ekil skool. (A/N: Gaster's words will be all reversed, that includes the order of the words an' ', but not ! ? . , ~ or the caps an' space. Also G an' Gaster talks in G's head)
Dad stop. I just met 'er.
Thgis tsrif ta evol fo draeh reve?
Daaaaad!
Re' ekil llits uoy tub, 'nivael m'I. Thgirla, thgirla.
Uggh, dad is so frustratin'. Anyway, I think she dosen't have a home. Well then I'm gonna take 'er home, I have a spare room since Paps left anyway. I picked 'er up bridal style an' carried 'er ta ma home, took 'er ta Paps' old room an' set 'er on Paps' old bed, pulled up the covers, tuckin' 'er in, an' went ta ma room ta sleep.
I woke up fairly early the next day an' went ta check on 'er. She's still sleepin' adorably. Wait...Not again!
Re' ekil ay ti timda.
Dad! I just met 'er yesterday!
Taht yas reven ay. Mmh~ Elbaroda 'na lufituaeb s'ehs yas ay od yhw neht.
'Cause that's true. Wait...Oh-no.
Nos ti timda! Re' ekil ay!! Ees!!!
Grr. Alright I like 'er, but I bet she doesn't feel the same way.
Tengam lrig a rey noisuf eht retfa. Han.
But those girls are such idiots an' they're waaaaay too childish, even more than Paps before the fusion.
Eyb. Pu 'nikaw, llew. Eurt.
Bye dad.
She woke up.
"Mornin' dove." I said.
"W-where am I?"
"In ma house, duh."
"O-oh. W-who are y-you? I-I'm F-Frisk."
"Nice name ,dove. I'm Gaster Sans, but ya can just call me G."
"O-okay. Thanks G."
"Sure thin' dove." She got flustered, heh took 'er long enough.
"D-d-dove?!"
"Yeah, what?"
"I-I-I was never called that nickname before."
"Why? An' what do they call ya?" I noticed that 'er stutterin' stopped.
"I never knew. An' they call me......" Her voice trailed off fer some reason, was the nickname bad? Or is it just somethin' suddenly came ta 'er sweet little mind?

Frisk's POV:
I woke up an' had a small chat with G an' now....... I'm speechless, should I tell G, aka the guy I just met a couple hours ago, the truth? Or should I not? I mean, sure I know I shouldn't just trust a guy ya only knew fer less than a day, but......... he had saved me, surely I could perhaps trust 'im........ should I?
"Well?" He said, obviously curious. Shit, did I freeze up again? Dammit.
"I-I should leave. I don't want ta be a burden." I quickly tried ta changed the topic an' leave. Keyword: tried.
"Nope, yer stayin' 'ere." He said. I was shocked. Why?! I-I was always, an' I mean, always told that I was a burden, an' ta just leave.
"Why?" I asked.
"'Cause ya dun have places ta go otherwise." He's right, but I still can't burden 'im.
"I can go back ta my foster parents." I said with a hint of hatred.
"But it seems like ya dun wanna Dove. May I ask why?" A shiver went down my spine. Damn, was it that obvious?
I started debatin' if I should tell 'im the truth or not. Thinkin' of all the horrible thin's I went though, my eyes watered, an' my vision blurred. Then my train of thoughts got slightly interrupted by 'im wrappin' 'is arms around me. I started ta cry into 'is shoulders, thinkin' of my life, an' what will become of me.

G's POV:
Oh-no, I made 'er think of somethin' bad. I tried my best ta confort 'er, but it seems she doesn't trust me well enough.
"Shh~ It's okay now Dove. Yer not with them anymore, yer with me now. An' I won't do anythin' ta ya." Maybe it's best if this gal stays with me than whoever 'er foster parents are.

Frisk's POV:
I-I'm with him?! A-away from my foster parents?! I-is he......is he serious?!
"G-G, d-do y-you mean......" My voice trailed off as he cut me off.
"Yer livin' with me from now on." Tears filled my eyes, an' I started to cry again. I hugged him, tightly.
"Oh G thank you, thank you!!" After sooooo long of bein' abused an' hurt, I'm free, free at last. With tear filled eyes I told 'im my entire story of bein' abused an' hurt, an' treated badly.
"Well, yer not gonna deal with that anymore, yer lucky ya met me, beautiful." What?! Me, beautiful?!?!

G's POV:
She stiffened up, seemly in shock.  I decide ta read 'er mind. (A/N: G can read minds in my oneshots, since it goes with the plot)
//What?! Me, beautiful?!?!//
"Yup, yer beautiful Dove.  Haven't anyone told ya before?"
"No, no one told me bef- wait, did you just read my mind?"
"Yup."
"W-WHAT?!"
"No need ta get that startled Dove.  Also ya should be called pretty, 'cause I see an angel in front of me~" I want ta see 'er reaction so I read 'er mind, again.
//O-oh, I, um, didn't know, that.  He's sooo nice, an' pretty hot too....... wait, WHAT?!// I chuckled.
"G, did you just read my mind, again?"
"Yea."
"G!" Heh, she's flustered, cute~
"Whelp, I'm gonna go make breakfast, want anythin' Dove?"
"U-um, some pancakes an' a cup of milk would be nice, thanks G."
"No problem milady." I walked out of the guest, an' now Dove's, bedroom, an' went ta the kitchen.
"G!" A muffled, yet clearly flustered voice yelled at me, I chuckled.
Uoy ekil seod ehs ekil skool.
So?
Ssefnoc, nos, ssefnoc.
No!  Not now anyway!
Spap 'nillet m'I.  Yas ay revetahw.
Don't ya dare.
Eyb.  Yawyna ti od ll'I.  Han.
Fine!  Bye dad.
My life was borin' an' dull, but now that she's here.  Everything's different.

Frisk's POV:
Lyin' on this bed I thought about my life.  It seems that life is finally bein' nice ta me.

Both's POV:
My life is changeed, but for what?  For better, or for worse?
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Well, this is runnin' reeeeally slow.  Sorry pals.  Imma try harder, tho it doesn't quite make a difference.

Meow out~