Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Separate Ways

*Frisk's POV*

After the teleportation, I realized he had gone into a police car, his hands already holding the keys and reeving the engine.

My mind was spinning with confusion, more questions and mysteries opening from G.

Not having any time, I asked the quickest question that entered my mind, along with the ear breaking siren.

"What the hell just happened?!" I shouted in the seat next to G, small beads of sweat rolling down his face as he suddenly stomps on the gas peddle.

The cars wheels screeched as they tried to get moving, and I could hear gun shots as the gate opened to reveal guards still after us, the Prince right behind.

"Go go go!" I yelled, unable to think of anything except the freedom that was only a road away.

G growled and shouted as he gripped the wheel, his foot still pounded on the car peddle, "I'm trying to give me some space!!!"

I glanced at the controls, and realized he didn't take it out of park.

Letting out a huff, I put it out of park and screamed as I felt myself thrust back into the seat.

The car took off and G fell back just as I had, his arms stretched before him to grip and guide the wheel.

Laughter caught in my throat along with my scream while we took off down the road, yells and gunshots coming from behind us.

My questions and curiosity fell back, my fear, my stress, everything fell back from behind me, and I felt alive.

I felt free.

G laughed with me and drove faster. (If that was even possible in the first place)

Then came the cry of anger that was so loud, my laughter stopped just to listen.

The cry was fury, just fury and anger.

It didn't take a genius to know it was The Prince.

His cry made G laugh out in pride and joy, his face covered in sweat and enjoyment.

If I had to be honest, I would admit I enjoyed seeing G look like this.

He seemed happy, seemed so one with life while he drove us down the road to nowhere.

Thought his voice was even better, the enjoyment and accomplishment thick in his words while he shouted, "Next stop- Who the hell cares!!!"

I laughed at his enjoyment despite myself.

Hadn't I promised myself to never enjoy his company?

To never enjoy his smile?

His laugh?

His smirk?

Oh he was smirking. 

He smirked while the sudden sound of more gunshots filled our ears, and I glanced behind us to see police cars following us.

The siren seemed to be falling behind us, just like the prison we drove from. Then, it started back up, but on the top of the car.

"Gah!" I yelled covering my ears quickly and looking at G, his finger pressing a button that must've activated the siren of the car, "G turn that off!"

"No can do sweetheart!" He yelled, a smile taking over his smirk as he used one of my nicknames, "We're beating traffic!"

When he said traffic, the car sharply turned right, causing me to grip the door so I didn't fall into G.