Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Confessions and Dressup

*Frisk's POV*

Those eyes were like embers in a fire, dangerous heat filling the silence and filling my mind with fear and worry of what might come next.

His eyes were all I could focus on, because I didn't want to see his fist clench and his jaw tighten with the anger that was already visible in his sharp, narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me?" He said again, sharper and more powerful then the first.

My throat caught, and I felt myself tremble, the cloak still around my shoulders suddenly felt heavier then before, and I slid it off slowly.

"I-I... I mean-"

"What about my cigarettes?!" G's anger over powered him and he grabbed a clothes rack and shoved it to the floor, the clatter of hangers and metal jolting my heart beat into a fast pace, like a rabbit hiding.

Except, with my terrible luck, I was a rabbit in plan sight, and G was a hungry wolf ready to strike.

I wasn't ready, and I tried to think of anything to say, anything that could come to my mind beside tears.

Was I truly so afraid of him I was going to cry from my nervous stomach?

Thinking on my feet, I knew I had to say something or I was going to die.

So I said, "N-Nothing about your cigarettes! Nothing about Asriel! I made it up c-cause what if that is what he would d-do?"

Oh I thought too fast!

I spoke the words too afraid.

Too nervous.

They came out in strained shakes, filling me with more terror then before as G took another step closer to me, a warning in his eyes that said, "You better not be lying..."

Unfortunately for me, I had lied, and it was a terrible lie too.

There was no way I could get out of this.

Except telling the sick regretful truth that shot from my mouth in a panic, worry straining each word like they were my last.

Each moment I felt like they were.

"I saw Asriel!" I said, full of terror as G walked closer to me, his anger burning the air around me, "I saw him when I was trying to get your cigarettes!"

I didn't need G to tell me why he was angry, I already knew.

He was angry that I didn't tell him what happened, also the fact that I continued to try and hide it to him.

I could see the skeptic look mix with his anger, and there was no way I could know what was going through his head at that moment, my feet forcing me to move back in a panic of what G would do when he was close to me.

"Y-Your cigarettes were gone!" I continued, saying as much truth as I could before my death.

"You talked with him?" G snarled, his voice low with anger and...

Disappointment?

Betrayal?

What was that hidden emotion that he kept hidden from me, hidden inside that dark, furious voice?

Not having any time or will to figure it out, I took another frightening step back and felt my legs shake like jello.

Any second he could kill me.

In many, many ways.

None of them appealed to me, and I prayed that he truly meant us as friends.