Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

My Soul Color

*Frisk's POV*

When I had woken up, my eyes opened to the sight of a supply closet.

At first, I felt dread from the memory of the supply closet that saved our lives, when G and I were pressed together in a tight space for a suffering amount of time, but then I realized that this closet was more of a pantry then a closet.

There were isles of supplies and tools that spread across the room, all of them evenly spaced and filled.

Only one light was in the middle of the room, and it was a light bulb on a string like the one from G's home.

This room brought back too many memories, and I shut my eyes again to keep from seeing the sights.

Though I wondered what I was laying on, so opening one eye slowly and halfway, I peeked at the strange substance below me.

It wasn't comfortable, except it didn't feel like cement floor which covered the rest of the room.

No, I wasn't laying on cement or anything that would be considered hard.

I was laying on toilet paper rolls that were still in their packaging and stacked up against the far wall away from the door. My body laid limply on them with the plastic sticking to my uncovered skin.

Around me was my shawl, and I recalled loosing it when Asriel had caught up with us in Dr. Alphys' lab.

The memory made me sick, and I took a deep breath of the dusty air around me and focused on its sent instead of the pounding memories that continued to bother me.

Except, when I inhaled the old sent of the room, I inhaled another smell that made my heart skip a beat and my eyes open fully.

G's cigarette smoke was trailing up from one of the compact isles, and I could suddenly hear Leah's voice come in range as she whispered, "We have to wake her up first if we want to do anything at all."

Instead of staying quiet like I wanted to in the first place, I said in a scratchy and unflattering voice, "I'm already up."

Clearing my throat seemed too loud for the situation, and I felt that if I did it would make the whole world look at me. So instead I tried to do it as quietly as possible without being notice, though it sounded like I was making a small cough with my mouth shut.

G and Leah walked over to the toilet paper rolls I was laying on, G putting out his cigarette before they both looked at me with blank expressions I couldn't read.

There was tense silence, and the urge to get up was bothering me, though my stomach held me down as if it was full of stones.

These stones made me feel sick, and they tightened my throat more which made me want to puke.

'No, not this time,' I told myself, 'Don't you dare puke.'

I swallowed, and opened my eyes fully to look at the two.

Finally, after the long silence, G smirked and said, "Well well dollface, hope ya slept well."

Still full of resenting anger towards him, I answered with a dark glare as I lifted my weak and limp body up to a sitting position on the toilet paper.

A growl was now mixed with the knot in my throat, though it felt like nothing compared to the regret and weakness in my stomach.

Everything felt hopeless, and I felt sickness like a wave that crashed over me every second.

Without my answer, G's smirk fell and he sighed while he grabbed a small wooden stool that was used to grab higher objects in the isles.

Because of how short it was, when G sat on it I had to hold in and hide a laugh that wanted to break free from my chest.