Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Chaos at Dinner

*Frisk's POV*

Even with a mysterious chuckle from G, I couldn't have ever predicted he would steal a cleaning cart and take off with it causing all sorts of mayhem.

Mayhem, a word meaning chaos and disorder.

Something G, would be very good at.

I could see the trouble in G's face while we stopped walking up the first flight of stairs to our room. We could see that the woman that tended the cart, left into one of the rooms and had forgotten the supplies by mistake. 

G's eyes brightened, and he turned to me with a sharp, excited, smirk that I almost enjoyed.

It reminded me of a child, and quickly I said in a blank tone, "No, G," as if I was his mother.

Ignoring me, (As always) G laughed and took off towards the cart.

"G," I warned with caution tensing up my voice, as I rushed after him.

At the time, I wasn't as worried, because I didn't exactly know what he would do to a cart.

Or with it.

Yet when he suddenly ran and shoved it, swinging his legs over it with his hands gripping the back for support as it wobbled and shook, taking off down the long carpeted hallway his voice cheering in delight, I had realized I was working with a child.

"G!" I yelled, taking off after him.

As I ran past the door, I picked up every thing that had dropped form the cart G now rode down the hall.

Worry dried my mouth as I felt that any second the woman would come out and scold not only me, but G as well.

His cheer must've alarmed a few people in the hotel, because some peeked out their doors in confusion and caution.

How embarrassing it was for them to see G speeding down the hall on a cleaning cart that was left by mistake, with me chasing after him carrying bottles of bleach and fresh new rags?

It was embarrassing enough for me to blush and avoid looking at any of the people, praying I wouldn't have to run into any of them later.

Then I realized that if G broke anything, I was the one paying for it.

In extra realization, he probably knew the same thing.

More anger.

Growling to myself I ran faster, my body giving up on grabbing the lost supplies that had fallen off G's joyride.

"G I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!" I screamed in anger while I ran after him, his laughter pure with amusement and humor.

"If ya catch me dollface!" G laughed back, the cart still speeding down the hall.

Almost did I want him to hit a wall.

The almost was because I knew I would have to pay for the damage of his head smashing into it.

Thought it was almost worth it.

Still feeling embarrassed, ignoring the people who peeked out and shook their heads in disapproval, I decided to just drop the supplies I had rescued, using my arms to pump at my sides, letting me run at full speed to where the cart was headed.

Saving my breath for running, I didn't scream at G while he cheered, "WOOOOO!!!!"

Though the words, "G you bastard!" held sharply to my tongue, daring me to scream them.

The hallway was long, but of course it had to come to an end.

That end turned out to be an elevator, that opened just as G launched inside.