Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Escape

*Frisk's POV*

When G had told me his plan, I wanted to puke, cry, scream, laugh, and dance at the same time.

Instead, I just stared at him blankly, his smirk full of rebellious energy.

When I thought about the plan... I realized we had a chance of escaping.

I say we, when G didn't plan for me to get out at all.

But if he was going to use me for what the original plan is, I was going to get out as well.

I was going to escape with him.

Weather he liked it or not.

Full of the excitement and freedom of escape; the disgust and anger of the plan, I just stared at G with shock, waiting for my body to react in some strange way.

Though I didn't, and G took the opportunity to speak.

"Not asking if you're going to do it or not dollface, cause ya don't have much of a choice." He stood up and smirked as he looked at the holes that let in sunlight.

"I've been wanting to get out of here for years. Long, long, years."

I added that fact to my puzzle of G, and I tucked it away as I watched him, almost eager to do the plan.

Could I escape with him?

Make it out alive and start a new?

More interest filled me, yet I stayed silent.

Finally taking the chance, I spoke up, trying to get rid of all the flaws with our plan, "Wont they be more cautious since you tried to escape last night?"

"Heh," He looked at me with eyes full of the same eagerness I felt in my chest and stomach, "They wont care. They just place a guard in front of our cell... that's where you come in."

Shivers tickled me as I remembered G's words, "Any guy would love a sexy woman to give him a little grind."

G just chuckled at my shiver and sat down on the bed again, as if he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Just tonight doll, then I'm outta your hair."

That thought made me smile wide, filling me with the images of my life without G and his pathetic smirk.

The plan seemed too good to be true.

Doubt clouded my thoughts and I wondered what would happen if the plan didn't work.

Would G accuse me?

Would he still hurt me?

All these thoughts gave me a chill, and a 50-50 percent chance of yes and no.

Then it turned to 100 when I realized I didn't have a choice.

Food hours came quickly, and to my relief, G didn't come near me.

Finally he was sick of me enough to leave me alone for at least an hour.

The plan was all I could think about.

I thought about how I would pull off my part, how I would act, move, talk, think, everything seemed to fall into place when I thought about it. 

It seemed almost simple, the layout of the plan.

Yet I knew that there would be some sort of flaw, a struggle that would drag the plan into flames.

No, I shoved those thoughts aside and continued to think of what I would do.