Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Love Is A Blessing.

*Frisk's POV*

When Asriel's body was on the ground, his blood flowing from the top of his head and to the floor, sure to leave a stain later on, G's breathing began to get faster, his jaw clenching tighter and his eyes fierce.

I looked up at him, worried about his strange behavior, but I was too late and he rose the gun again, pointing it once again at Asriel who was already dead.

Then he began shooting over and over, each bullet hitting the dead Prince's body somewhere, blood squirting with each shot as the body jolted and twitched from the impact.

Shock and worry filled the room, and my eyes widened as I used my good arm to place a hand on G's chest, pushing him back gently as if saying stop, yet he didn't listen and he continued shooting the dead body, that continued bleeding sickly.

Alphys covered her mouth with terrified eyes and Mettaton was silent, having the same expression as her creator.

"G," I said in a stern voice, pushing back a bit harder and stepping in front of him, looking into his furious eyes.

When he stared back, I could see only the rage that was aching his tense bones, my hand on his chest and my body close, wondering how I could calm him.

"I am not stopping until I see him turn to dust," G growled, his voice low and threatening, telling me he meant business.

"No, you don't need-" 

Despite my protest he pulled me to the side of him again and began shooting, his face stiff and the gun blasting over and over, being sure to haunt me later on.

"G!" I said, turning him away from Asriel sharply, confused on why he was so determined to continued shooting.

He stared into my eyes, and I focused on his, disturbed with how furious he was.

Except his eyes seemed to calm, and his breathing slowed, his grip on the gun loosening along with his grip on anger.

Alphys rushed to Asriel's dead body as it began turning to dust, and Mettaton walked to the cameras with a smile.

"And that's all we have for today's show! Be sure to come back tomorrow for more drama, action, and of course, BLOODSHED!" 

The cameras shut off, and Mettaton sighed softly, turning to G and I with a more gentle smile.

"Darlings, if you wouldn't mind leaving the stage for a while, we need to get the studio clean... and we have a lot to get to, isn't that right Dr. Alphys?"

Alphys nodded and looked away with worry as she trembled, "I-I'll begin f-finding the contacts of t-the dead audience..." 

Mettaton shook his head and said, "Oh no dear! I'll do all that work! It's my show after all! You need to take care of Asgore and Toriel, get into politics and such. T.v doesn't care about politics."

Nodding, Alphys turned to the Crew members and ordered nervously, "W-Would you a-all, um... H-Help clean up the mess? S-Some of you h-help find Asgore a-and Toriel... T-The rest of you g-get Frisk's arm and body to a m-medic and I'll talk w-with G..."

When she looked at G, her eyes flicked around with worry, and she motioned her head for him to follow her. 

G's attention left me, and he followed her in silence, not even looking back on me.

Something was wrong with him, and I felt guilty some how, as if it was my fault.

Once he left, everyone got to work on what she ordered them to do, and my eyes turned to the dust of Asriel, the damn Prince.