Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Keys

*Frisk's POV*

Outside was much more enjoyable then G's empty, silent house; even with the loud cars, yelling people, lights, motorbikes, and all the other commotion around.

G seemed to think the same thing, because when we were outside he seemed pretty relaxed and happy.

He didn't pass out, which means that his home was near by.

Pulling out a cigarette, G leaned against the building behind us which turned out to be just a apartment building that seemed to touch the sky, just like every other building around.

Cars sped down the road, as if driving faster would get them to their destination faster.

Except they all ended up at the same stop light, with the same waiting time as everyone else.

It seemed useless to me, for them to speed. 

Supposing I was still reflecting on the time I went too fast and killed a child, I shoved aside my annoyance and walked to G who smoked lightly.

"So?" I asked, folding my arms.

He nodded his head to the side and began walking down the thin sidewalk. 

Taking that as a command, I followed him, knowing that if anyone could get a vehicle for free, it was him.

I could feel the morning air as it filled the streets, meaning that not that many people were up, besides those on the streets who needed to get to work and school. Though the sidewalks were empty, and it felt safe to me for a reason that wouldn't reveal itself.

Still behind G, I looked at our surroundings, my mind filling with wonder at what G's plan of getting a vehicle could be.

A few minutes passed, but they felt like long boring hours to me, and I finally asked, "Where are we going?"

G continued to smoke, his second-stream smoke leaving a slight trail behind him that disappeared into the light of the just rising sun.

"A stripper bar."

Now, there were times when I wanted to beg him to be honest with me.

There were times, I remembered, when I would be tearing my hair out to know the answers to this mystery, this crazy mind.

Then, there were the times when I remembered he had a twisted mind that should never be shared or entered.

That was one of those times, normally when G was brutally honest with me, or when he left me speechless and shocked.

I wasn't speechless then, I was shocked, but I had enough determination and anger to yell, "What?!"

Without looking at him, I knew G was smirking, and I stared at him instead of the smoke that drifted from his cigarette.

Yet I wanted to see his pathetic smirk, and wanted to see his excuse when it came out of is stupid smirk.

So I walked straight up to him with my fist clenched and my face red from what he had said.

Of course, from the anger as well.

"Geez, someones flustered," G rolled his eyes and smirked with amused humor, and I growled.

"What the hell do you mean a stripper bar?!" I said, the words spitting from my mouth as I tried to keep them in a normal volume.

"What else could I mean? A preschool for kids?" He chuckled and and inhaled a puff of smoke, "They sure would learn something about the real world though..."