Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

I Thought So

*Frisk's POV*

Nothing was more horrific, more tragic, more emotionally scaring then the time Asriel had found us.

I remember every detail as if it were written in words, I remember every blurry emotion that raced through me with sickly thoughts, with worried feelings.

Everything had fallen apart at that one moment, everything had terrified me.

I felt as if all our hard work, all the suffering and sick suffocation that dragged me down was worth nothing as we were surrounded by the people who had fought to find us.

The Prince walked into the circle that was created by Crew members to block G and I from running.

Each member had a gun, each gun was pointed at G. One blinking move, and he would be killed.

One move, and I would be swept off my feet by Asriel and taken away for his own powerful pleasure.

One move... And I would loose G.

I couldn't focus, my mind racing with panicked thoughts that wouldn't keep out of my heavy head.

Though my eyes had turned to Alphys for just a moment, who was shaking and facing away from me, her head down with tears tapping on the floor of the silent room.

I had felt only one feeling with her, and it wasn't pity.

Disappointment, like those times when Bella watched me get beaten by G.

No, this was worse, I could feel my blood boiling with sadness, and my stomach knotted in cold sickness.

Sickness in trusting Alphys.

Wasn't it all obvious?

Shouldn't I had known that she was working for Asriel, that she knew they were hiding in her dusty lab?

All the proof had been in front of me, yet I still chose to trust her filthy lies.

Except something inside me, still felt the slight pity for the poor doctor, and I could see the same regret I had all my life, in Alphys.

The same regret Grillby had in his emotionless eyes while he died at Asriel's stiff gun point.

Same regret that even Bella's terrified scream had stabbed into my heart, while I had turned and walked away from her dying soul.

What color was her soul?

Thinking about her made me sick, made me guilty, and my attention quickly turned to G, who was standing in front of me now, his arm out and his body ready to attack anyone who came near us.

Though his eyes flicked around just as Alphys' had, when she was nervous about us finding out her secret.

Her sick, betraying secret.

With my stomach knotting up again, I glanced from G to the Prince who was walking closer with each moment that passed, his smirk so sickly, so desperate, it made me want to cry.

I could feel the anger begin to gather inside G, and he trembled with it.

Fury.

Prince Fury.

Too be honest with myself, I was terrified not only of Asriel, but of G as well.

Who knew what he would do at a time like this, who knew what G planned on doing when he finally was face to face with the Prince, finally able to hurt him.

Except he couldn't, because of all the guns pointed at his direction.

Though I knew that he would do something foolish.