Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Sweet Letters

*Frisk's POV*

While we walked, each of us didn't speak a word to the other after we woke up leaning on each other.

G was smoking again, and temptation almost made me grab the cigarette and toss it to the floor.

Though I didn't, because I was to busy staring at the sidewalk that seemed to light up in the morning, making the lights of the city not as vibrant and beautiful as they are at night.

Even though I had no clue where we were headed, I kept up with G, knowing that he knew hot to get to Mt. Ebott.

Suddenly my mind flicked to thoughts of Asriel.

How desperate was he to catch us?

That's when I started to guess his soul.

Based on the story that G had told me, I knew it wasn't green, light blue, dark blue, or yellow. That only left three: Determination, Bravery, and Perseverance.

Determination I could rule out, even though I could see it aching him when he was close to catching us.

Yet it never seemed to work for him, and if he didn't have it he would need me to make the Peace Plan work.

He could just grab any human girl off the street.

At least this way, it creates more of a struggle for him, and a slight advantage for G and I.

Bravery and Perseverance.

From my weak knowledge of souls, I definitely  knew that Perseverance was the weakest soul of them all. It was useful in knowledge, and perhaps gave the user the want and need to get something done, yet in the form of combat, arguments, saving lives, it could only give information.

Normally, a purely selfish soul.

That is what made me think of Asriel.

A little smarts he has, he had the want and need to catch us.

He had the want and need to get his plan to work.

For most his life, I gathered, he had worked to getting monsters and humans in peace.

He hadn't given up, and he knew he was so close.

All the pieces were coming together, and that's what scared me most about him.

He would do anything to get his plan to work now.

My attention was turned from thinking of Asriel to G, who was staring forward with his hand in his pocket and the other holding the cigarette between two fingers,

His hood was over him again, and I realized it was probably a good idea considering the fact we were wanted.

Yet even with his hood, he was quite obvious on the streets.

Taking his smarts, I myself pulled my shawl over my head like a hood, and kept it wrapped tightly around me, well aware that my stomach was showing just fine.

As I thought about it, I realized there were probably people in the city who walked naked along the streets.

I was fine walking around with just the bottom of my shirt torn off.

G glanced back at me, and he had an eyebrow raised with amusement and curiosity.

"Ya wanna walk around like that doll?" He said, finally speaking to me after 10 minutes of silence, besides the cars that raced by.

"Yes, I do," I said confidently, used to most of his nicknames by now, "I'm sure you don't have a problem with it."

The words came out more flirty then I was going for, and I tried to force my cheeks to stay the same color. That just made them turn a worse red, and I had to pull my hood further over my face.