Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

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*Frisk's POV*

In the pitch black night, and the shimmering lights, I was shocked to see the library still open.

When G stopped the motorcycle, my body seemed to think it was still moving, and I continued to cling onto G and tremble. 

A soft chuckle left his smirking lips, and he glanced back at my shaking figure.

"... Getting cozy sweetcheeks?"

That was what made me let go and quickly get off, ignoring my jello legs as I adjusted my shawl around me, ignoring G's laugh and smirk as he parked the motorcycle and climbed off.

Standing before the library, we studied it with sharp interest.

It was supported by two columns and was made from pure marble, which made the white seem grey in the bright lights of the city. Compared to the area around it, the library was like a statue in the middle of an arcade.

Yet that didn't stop G from climbing up the steps, not even waiting for me to follow him.

I did, and asked, "How old is this place?"

"Been around for..." G paused at one of the steps to think, making me bump into him and gasp, trying not to fall over.

He continued, not noticing (or caring) about my struggle for balance, "Well, since monsters came to the surface. But I'm sure they thought this is how humans would like it. That's why humans are allowed in."

Continuing to walk up the steps, I thought about how many humans actually cared enough to visit the monster library.

Then I realized how different I was from them.

Come to think of it, I realized that I was helping a former monster criminal who had killed, stole, and probably done much more then just that.

The one reason I was still on G's side, is because I needed to be safe.

And because I truly believe he was a good person before the Peace Plan was introduced to him.

Everything he had said to Asriel, made me believe he truly wanted justice, even if he only cared for himself, he was still for justice.

Confusion filled me, so I shoved that thought aside and realized that G doesn't have a side.

He's his own side.

In all truth, I don't think I could ever join.

Inside the library was much more modern then the outside.

There were computers on tables that stretched out in rows, along with bookshelves that cluttered all around the library in their own personal sections. 

Romance, teen-fiction, nonfiction, fiction, biography, the options were endless.

Heaven.

I had forgotten how much I loved books, their smell, their look, their words that fluttered across my eyes with each flip of the page. The hard covers that my hands smoothed over, just to feel the detail in the words and picture.

Oh and the smell!

Even though it smelt like an old storage room, I knew that it was the mix of musty book smells all around me, filling me with the enjoyment of stories and imagination.

When my eyes stopped at G's confused and bewildered expression, I blushed.

"What?"

"What the hell goodie-goodie, ya some kind of bookworm?"