Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Questions

*Frisk's POV*

If you could believe it, he didn't hurt me.

He didn't slam me into the wall like I expected him to, he didn't kick me to the floor and beat me until I could no longer use my legs.

No, he just stared.

And I stared back.

My heart beat so fast I felt as if the whole room was shaking, even though I knew it wasn't.

Each moment that passed I expected him to lash out, to hurt me in anyway.

Though he didn't, and he laid on the bed with a clenched jaw and a tight line for his lips.

Even as he slept I continued to stay standing, like any move I possibly made would cause him to wake up and hurt me.

I had been so terrified, so afraid of what he would do to me, my mind couldn't think of anything else but his hands gripping my throat to strangle me.

And the Prince.

When I thought more of it, the Prince was something that sent that killer fury in G, the terrifying voice and look that would send anyone hiding in their closet with the monsters instead of out with him.

Instead of feeling like a rabbit at prey, I felt like I was already dead, and the pain would never stop.

The fear never stopped and I stared at G as he laid there, motionless but tense, his body moving only slightly to breathe.

Did I dare ask him any questions in the morning?

The curiosity seemed to distract my fear, and it almost felt worse.

The thrive, the desire to knowledge, it tore at my head, struggling to find the answers already in my mind.

The want was so powerful I almost woke up G and forced him to tell me.

Almost.

There was no way I would ever wake up an insane person, whom I know nothing of except the fact he loves smoking, smirking, and commanding.

Power as well, forgot to add that into the mix.

All night I stayed awake, my mind full of questions and thoughts, along with fear and terror of G.

Oh how I wanted to forget about him.

I wanted to sleep, forget about G and his mystery.

Yet the fear kept my heart pounding so fast I couldn't relax, even when I slid down the corner to the dirty floor which seemed much more comfortable and safe then when I was standing.

The image of G being thrown into the room stuck into my mind, the image of the metal mask yanked onto his mouth, his eyes sharp with anger and the want to escape.

That look he had, almost made me wish he made it out.

I could feel how badly he wanted it, I knew just how much he needed to escape.

Yet when I thought about it, alone in that cell with a killer laying on the bed asleep with anger still tensing his bones, I wondered what the world would be like if he was free.

Would he continue his ways?

Or do what I would, and change completely?

I didn't have to think twice to know he would continue his anger and smirks, his smoking and teasing, his nicknames and fury to the Prince.

When I thought about the Prince curiosity ached me and I tried to ignore it as best I could.

Like a miracle, the sun began to shine through the little holes on the wall, so high it would take two of me to reach; so small, it would only fit my finger through.