Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Joyride

*Frisk's POV*

Because of G's stupid brain, and his stupid smarts, and his stupid smirk, we waited the whole day before leaving to the library.

Let me start again.

Before we got on the motorbike, I stopped G and showed him the paper.

He took one look at it and his eyes widened.

"Dammit!" He crumbled it up and threw it in the streets, glancing around with nervous eyes as if everyone would catch us in one movement.

"It's not such a big deal!" I said, trying to think of the excuses I made up that made it seem like I was safe.

Looking back on them I realized how stupid they were.

Both papers where monster and human.

They would be targeted for both audiences.

Everyone would go down the streets knowing G and I are criminals.

One of the reasons I probably wasn't caught before, was because they didn't have a paper before.

Now my face was in plain ink and everyone would know that I joined G and tried to "get rid" of the "soon to be king".

It annoyed me that they didn't just say Prince.

This is when G grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to his stupid hole in the ground.

"No ones going to notice!" I argued, even though I knew there was no point.

"They will."

"What about the motorcycle?!"

In response to this, he just jingled the keys in my face while he pulled me then said, "She can't get it working without these. We'll come back later tonight."

Grumbling and huffing in anger, I continued to hold my shawl tightly around me as G gripped my wrist and pulled me.

He probably had the right idea, considering the fact if he didn't, I would take the keys and leave to the library myself.

My patience was thin, and I didn't want to wait any longer to get information.

It was pinching my brain and I felt the eager want fill me while we walked.

Although I forced myself to ignore it, knowing G was probably smart by leaving at night.

It was a very long day though.

The only entertainment we had was talking, and everything he said made me so angry I couldn't speak.

So instead I told myself stories, scratching at the mattress and my shawl while I thought of what would happen to me if Asriel did find me.

Would he hurt me?

Force me to go through this Peace Plan?

Or would he actually treat me kindly?

Even if he did, something about the whole plan made me feel uneasy and sick.

It made me feel unhappy, like G was right about what he said.

You can't force something that must bloom into beauty.

His words floated gently in my head as I thought about them.

Then I thought of a flower, and realized he was right, in the sense of biology.

No one can force a flower to bloom, it must happen naturally.