Forbidden (G!SansxFrisk)[DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5

-Frisk-

That damn skeleton.

I don't think I have ever been so furious with him, What was he thinking!?

He continued to stare at me with his stupid smirk...

He feels accomplished!

Marshal finally came out the restroom and G almost burst out laughing, He held it back but he let out an occasional snort as he slowly approached the table.

He had a huge red stain on his black and WHITE suit... I covered my face with my hand in embarrassment.

"And this..." He started when he reached the table and sat back down, "...Is exactly what I'm talking about ms. Dreemur" He finished gesturing to the stain.

"Honestly... I don't understand how you can possibly support such creatures..." He complains staring at the insane amount of food on the small table.

G suddenly stops laughing and a look of rage is clear. I'd have to admit, calling them 'creatures' was not the best choice.

"If you weren't so busy shoving that little briefcase up your ass and trying to make humans look like perfect little angels, even someone as snobbish an-"

"G!" I yell just loud enough for him to hear, but not enough to draw too much attention. I turn towards Mr. Stinson and see he's mirroring the same look of anger G has. I sigh, exasperated, and continue this positive and humane meeting. "I understand the differences between humans and monster are immense, but this will take much time and effort. I think we should plan out-"

"I think you should resign your position as ambassador." Marshal says suddenly.

G looks at me with a flash of 'I told you so' and genuine concern. I ignore both and tend to my thoughts.

Why?

How could he ask me such a thing? This is so obviously important to me, and no one is giving me a chance! Son of a-

"Please don't jump to conclusions Ms. Dreemur." He interrupts my thoughts. "I have the perfect person to take your place, someone who can certainly handle these.." he stares at G for a short moment. "Monsters." He says the word as if there's poison on his tongue.

"And who may that be?" I ask tightly, keeping the same welcoming smile on my face.

"Myself of course." He smiles kindly, as if he's done the most considerate deed.

This is it.

I have dealt with many, many, MANY, ignorant and snobbish human beings. Any person who insults monsters, insults my friends. This guy is the last person I would think of giving my position up to.

"You...", I start to say. I pause, how am I not going to draw attention? This is still my reputation. "I don't believe I understand."

"Let me clear this up for you." He smiled. "I thought I would take the position because I understand how anxious and fragile women are and I would like to take that weight off your tired shoulders." His fake smile turns into a malicious smirk.

Still overcome with the fact that he wanted me to resign my position, I almost don't notice his hand finding its place on the inside of my thigh.

Almost.

Not enough time to register his hand slowly making its way up, I jerk my legs and seat away from the table. My body shivers at the contact.

I now notice how close he is from...

He is unexpectedly yanked away from view and has fell on the floor. Gasps and murmuring coming from all over the restaurant.

I instantly jerk my head over to see G holding Marshal by the collar with pure anger in his eyes,

"D o y o u w a n n a
h a v e a
b a d t i m e?" I hear him say

Marshal growled and pushed G off him roughly. He threw a punch at him. G dodged it with ease and Marshal had a surprised look on his face.

"What? Think I was just gonna stand there and take it?" G asked chuckling darkly. Marshal tried punching him again.

Miss.

Again.

Miss.

G started laughing, "Not so tough are ya?" He taunted and moved out the way of another punch.

G punched Marshal dead in the face, "How dare you ever touch Frisk like that?" He spat hatefully. Marshall chuckled and punched G in the stomach, "Why else? Women aren't just for looking..." Marshal said laughing.

All the women in the room gasped in disgust.

I sat there frozen, watching in horror as G collected more of Marshal's blood on his bare knuckles. This is wrong.
What was I doing!? Isn't it my job to end things like these isn't it!?

I stood up and marched over to the two fighting men and was about to yell at them to stop. But then Marshal tore away from G's grip and grabbed my arm, pulling me in front of him.

In that very moment I knew what was happening.

And I will never forget that day.

I will never forget the the feeling of G's fist colliding with my face.