Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Smoke and Loss

*Frisk's POV*

When G finally awoke, we were far from Asriel and his Crew.

I remember making sharp turns, hearing the sirens that burned my ears while I drove full speed away from the chasing cars.

Though the noise around me, the road before me, the cars I had to dodge and avoid, seemed to be blank in my eyes, as if all of it was a video game and had no true meaning.

All I could think about was Grillby's flames turning into the dust that scattered the hotel.

Instead of worrying about stopping at a red light, I worried about what would happen when someone finds his dust littering the lobby.

Instead of listening to the sirens that should have been filling me with fear, I drove listening to the gun shot that continued to ring in my ears even after it had passed.

Instead of thinking about G who was sliding aimlessly in the chair beside me, his unconscious body still tense as if he was still worried, I was thinking about the image of Grillby as his eyes filled with some sort of emotion.

Sadness.

Disappointment.

Regret.

Oh the painful regret that chased me through my life with no mercy.

Why did Grillby have to die that way?

With that last emotion?

Was their anyway around it?

Of course, in the car, I could feel it controlling my limbs for me while my mind blanked off with thoughts of Grillby's death.

Yet it was almost as if I was numb to it, numb to feeling the regret that continued to pinch me over and over.

When would it get bored and just leave me alone?

Back to when G woke up, it was midday, and I had parked the car in an ally way, not exactly sure where I was headed, not knowing where Mt. Ebott is and all.

Along with the memories filling me with sad regret.

Why had I felt like it was my fault?

'Because it is,' I told myself, my eyes staring out the front window with blank feeling, 'You are the reason the Prince was there in the first place. You and G. Your fault.'

The words ached my heart, and I felt tears tremble my chin.

I forced them down, aware that G was awake and sitting up slowly with his hand on his head, and the only noise he made was the shuffling of his clothes.

Turning my head away from him, my eyes staring out the window to my left, trying to think of what I could say to him.

Something to end the silence at least.

Though humor seemed so far away, it seemed unreal, and I couldn't bring it back no matter what I said. 

The only thoughts that came to my head were about Grillby, and I couldn't say anything that didn't refer to him.

G must've been so hurt.

Grillby was his friend, a very good friend, something special.

Even if I was just in the background, I could feel a strong friendship between them.

No, it had to be something like family.

Sadness and depression ached my heart and I stared at the ally wall around us, my thoughts still full of the gun shot.