It was quiet in the Dump, except for Frisk's quiet sloshing. The hills of wet junk stretched all around. She still looked down when another set of footsteps joined her.
"Nice day for a stroll, isn't it?"
Frisk didn't look up at the god. "What do you want G?" She demanded. A match was struck, and the smell of cigarettes met her nose.
"To talk."
"About what?"
"Whatever you want."
Irritation crawled through her. "Okay, how about how many women you used to get off?"
Silence met her. She felt tears prick at her eyes, anger growing. Surely G didn't affect her that much.
Not enough to make her cry.
"You knew." He said. "You knew that before I started courting you."
Frisk stopped at that and glared up at him. G took a step back at the fury in her eyes. "Was chasing after someone and forcing them to kill themselves called courting back then?"
"I-"
"Never mind. Just...go."
"Frisk..."
"Leave!"
G looked wounded, before he disappeared in a flash of gold. Frisk glared at the spot, before her knees collapsed.
And she sobbed.
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Labyrinth
FanfictionIt has been a year since demigod Frisk rescued her father from the Underworld. Now, a new quest has arisen, and this time with a question: What really happened on the day that G tried to steal her?
