Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Shirts and Water

*Frisk's POV*

Having no expectation of what would happen when I awoke, made waking up to a peaceful pond with graceful trees bowing to it, more shocking then it needed to be.

Now, the shocking part wasn't the pond and the beautiful blue willows surrounded by flowers, the shocking part was when my eyes barley opened and the first thing I saw was G stretching and his bones creaking slightly, his back facing me.

With his shirt and jacket on the ground next to him.

The burning red in my cheeks froze me, along with the horror of seeing G with his shirt off.

Curses filled my mouth, and I knew that I would be sent back to prison if I said them in a school yard.

Keeping my mouth shut, all I could do was stare at G stretching his bones and rolling his head with creaks and cracks.

Why had I found that slightly attractive?

What was I thinking?!

The thought only stayed for a fleeting moment before it ran away and was replaced with the questions that pilled in.

First, there was 'Why is his shirt off anyway?'

Second, 'Why is my body tense and afraid as if he was going to hurt me?'

Third, 'Why am I still staring?!'

All the questions threatened shivers, and I fought them so that G wouldn't know I was awake.

How would he react after knowing I could see him without his shirt on?

Most options seemed sickly to me, and I shut my eyes again, trying to keep them smooth with fake sleep.

Options included G flirting, teasing, and messing with my head just to make me uncomfortable. Others, included him freaking out, getting angry, or embarrassed.

Embarrassment was tempting me to sit up and take the chance of him knowing, yet I was determined to fight against it, knowing that the percent was low and all it would do is give me more regret.

So there I stayed, laying on my side with my eyes shut, strands of hair in my face and tickling my nose. My breathing was tense, and I tried to keep it steady as I took soft shallow breaths.

Though this made me more suspicious, and I stared to wonder if G knew I was awake.

Besides, my acting was nothing compared to G's, in fact, it was weak and wouldn't convince anyone of anything.

Except those gullible guards.

The memory made me shiver and fight a smile, cursing at myself for even moving a muscle.

That moment in my past, felt almost like a victory, when I escaped with G into the free world that ended up being locked in the same chains as prison.

For a while, it seemed free.

Until I was caught inside this stupid mess that was just getting worse and worse with each passing moment, each passing day.

As I tried my hardest to act, it just made my acting worse and I fought with myself on checking to see if G was even paying attention to me.

In the end, I decided to check, just opening my eyes a peak to see if he was aware of me being awake.

Though I wondered if it would end with more bitter regret.

Instead, I could see him sliding on his creamy white turtle neck slowly, too slowly in my opinion.

My eyes couldn't leave his bare bones as his shirt covered them, filling me with the hesitant feeling that G might turn at any second.