Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Secrets

*Frisk's POV*

Nothing had ever felt more sickly then when Asriel, the Prince, had stopped my scream by pushing me into a tree, his body against mine and his hand covering my mouth with his white fur getting in my mouth.

Nothing felt as terrifying as that moment when I stared into his eyes, my scream too afraid to continue on as he held his hand to my mouth roughly, his figure pressing against mine in a forceful way.

Something I had never felt before, was the Prince's fur.

I had never felt his touch.

I had never felt his grip.

All I had ever felt from him were his sinister and mysterious eyes that followed and studied my every move.

This was much worse.

Terror trembled my body, and I could feel my pulse racing with discomfort.

The feeling of Asriel's hand against my mouth, forcing my silence, felt wrong.

I remembered the feeling of G and his arm over my neck, I remembered the time when we were escaping and we were together in the corner with our bodies together, in the supply closet...

Even though these memories made me sick, for some reason, they seemed to feel better then the Prince who was tightening his grip on my face, his fingers covering my mouth from opening and screaming any longer.

What was there too do besides stare?

That's what I did in the heat of the moment, I stared at Asriel with wide fear filled eyes that seemed to fill with the blue of the Prince's own eyes.

His eyes snarled and so did his snout as he moved his head closer to mine, making me want to run or perhaps scream again.

Neither of those could be possible though, so all I did was stare as the Prince moved his head to my ear, a shiver already running down my arms before he spoke.

"Does that seem like a good idea to you?" He slurred in a voice that seemed so soft anything could cut into it.

With my voice shoved down my throat, and my mouth covered by a sickly paw, all I could do was shake my head slightly, keeping my eyes trained on him, making sure he didn't try anything.

Why would it matter?

What was there I could do anyway?

"This plan... needs to work..." Asriel continued, his body pressing harder, his words flowing into my ear as his breath tickled my neck.

Still with a voice that seemed lost, I finally pulled my eyes away from him and felt myself tremble at the feeling of his hand moving to my waist.

The urge to kick him suddenly felt like my best option, and I was about to until-

Until I saw the gun from the inside of his cloak.

Like the catch of a flame, my mind began to spin into a plan as Asriel continued his frightening speech.

"I need this to work... Your soul could be so useful... Why had you run down here to hide...?" 

With each word he said I could feel a lump forming in my throat, words that wanted to be said but seemed to be caught in a net of fear.

Taking a large gulp, trying to press myself further to the tree as if it would keep him away from me, I tried to think about his words.

'He doesn't know that we're going to Alphys,' I thought to myself, trying to keep it quiet as if he could hear me, 'He just thinks we're hiding, if I pull this off and find G, we can still-'