Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Protection

*Frisk's POV*

I waited for him to wake up, and as soon as he did, I said sharply, "Now it's your turn. What did you do?"

A smirk passed his lips and he sat up, his bones creaking.

"... I never said I would tell ya kid. Just said I wouldn't if you didn't tell me what you did."

"But I did tell you!" I yelled with fury burning my words as they shot from my mouth, "I told you what I did! Now you have to tell me!"

"Heh... those aren't the rules goodie-goodie."

I had enough.

Too much anger pilled into me, and I stood up walking over to him blankly.

His smirk grew wider and he laid back, his eyes staring at me with amusement.

How could he be so blind to what I was about to do to him?

My blood boiled with the want to hurt G, without the care of my own pain that was sure to come.

I wanted to see him bleed.

I wanted to see him in pain.

In any pain possible.

That's why I smacked him across the face as hard as I could, praying I could make a mark on his skull, praying he would be angry and hurt, wanting with every cell in my body that he would be shocked.

Yet when he turned back to face me, his eyes were full of more amusement.

That's when he laughed, and I felt the cool, sharp, regret slice through me like a knife.

How could I have been so blind to my anger?

He laughed harder and stood up, which made me realize his laugh wasn't from amusement, it was from anger.

The same anger I feel for him every moment I'm with him.

If he had that same energy, that same hunger to see blood, I knew there was no mercy for me.

"That was funny dollface," He kicked me in the stomach so hard I fell to the floor, his foot still on my stomach.

This was it.

I tried to prepare myself for the feeling of pain, trying to remember how it would hurt, just so it wouldn't feel as bad.

Yet it didn't work, even when he pounded his foot into my stomach, his tall body leaning over me with his hands still cuffed behind his back.

I could feel his angry energy as he pounded again, the energy turning into pain as it entered my body with a strong force.

I coughed blood and I felt it splurge all over my face, specks dotting my vision.

"N-no," I tried to speak as he pounded again, more blood flowing from my mouth.

It was useless to beg, and I knew that. 

I knew what I was going to get myself into when I slapped him, I knew that there would be pain to follow.

Why had I for a moment thought I could win?

Did I ever think I could win?

Or had I known I would fail all along.

Either way, the pain was almost unbearable, and as it flooded my senses, I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have this much power, this strength, on my side.

Then a whole knew door of thoughts opened while G stomped on my stomach again, trying to kill me, or hurt me terribly.

Which he was.