Philophobia

Chapter 3

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Frisk's POV

We'd gotten home from Grillby's maybe three hours ago, and we we're just watching an MTT marathon on the couch. Suddenly, G stood up, reaching for him combat boots.

"Where ya headin'?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm just going out back for a smoke. Any idea where the lighter is?"

"It's on my dresser in my room. I was lighting my candle with it."

He put a cigarette in his mouth, slipping his right boot on, "Alright, thanks." He said, walking up the stairs, boots clomping with every step he took. I continued watching MTT, not realizing that every single one of my secrets in my room were exposed to G.

G's POV

I walked into her bedroom, looking to the dresser. I found the small, black lighter, and I was about to leave when something caught my eye: a grey, leather notebook with the Dreemurr Family crest imprinted into it. I walked over to it; the pages look mostly used and there was a pencil sitting right beside it.

I mean, it wouldn't hurt to take a peek... right? I grabbed the notebook, yelling down to Frisk "Found it, thanks." She replied with a quick "No problem." before I teleported out back.

Opening the cover of the notebook revealed a three words, all written in lowercase: but nobody came. I flipped to the next page, but nobody came. The next, but nobody came. Another, but nobody came. The next two, but nobody came. Another two, but nobody came. One more, somebody came. His name is G. G, thank you from saving me from her, from this eternal hell. Thank you.

I closed the book. I shouldn't pry anymore, I already know things I shouldn't.

I teleported the notebook to Frisk's dresser and lit my cigarette. Shit, Frisk...

Frisk's POV

As I was watching what the humans called 'Vines' on my phone, there was a knock at the door. Was G expecting company? I got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole.

I saw Toriel standing there with a pie in hand, Asgore right behind her, both wearing their casual attire.

I smiled, opening the door, "Hey Mom, Dad! Come on in!" I stepped aside, giving them room to come in.

"Hello, my child! I have missed you so!" Toriel set down the pie and hugged me, obviously happy to see me.

"Aww, I've missed you, too, Mom!" I turned to Asgore, giving him a big hug, "And, Dad. I missed you so much, as well!"

Asgore gave a hearty laugh, engulfing me in the hug, "I missed you, too, Frisky." We sat down, talking about how it's been trying to negotiate with humans and such. Not long after sitting down, G entered, surprised to see the queen and king at our table.

"Oh, Sans! How nice it is to see you!" Toriel stood up, walking to G and pulling him into a hug.

"Please, Tori, as I've said before, call me G." He walked over to Asgore, fist bumping him, to then grab a slice of pie and sit down.

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"So, Frisk... We've been meaning to talk to you regarding your future." I looked at Mom, puzzled.

"W-What about it?" I was worried as to what they'd bring up considering I had most of my life under control.

"We were thinking maybe..." Asgore sighed, clearly anxious, "You could go overseas to this country called 'England'. We've heard it's quite nice and theres many wonderful universities you could go to there."

I choked on the water I was drinking, coughing a bit before hastily answering, "Oh, hell no! I'm sure as hell not leaving!" Thoughts started to flood my mind. G, my save haven, would be gone. I wouldn't see Alphys o-or Undyne. Papyrus wouldn't be there to cook and watch movies with me, G wouldn't be able to help me through anything. Sh-She might even find me. She can't find me. This can't fucking happen, I can't let this happen.

G's POV

Shit, why the hell would they fucking say that?! Now she's gonna have a fucking breakdown, she does every time she's told to leave somebody. God fucking dammit. I stood up, picking Frisk up bridal style once more. She didn't react, the same shocked expression on her face.

I turned to Asgore and Toriel, "Get. Out." My right eye socket was turned black as my left eye turned a vigorous yellow. Asgore and Toriel quickly stood up, shame spreading across their faces. Toriel mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' before closing the door. You better fucking be. I carried Frisk upstairs, sorrow flooding through my bones. Sorry, Frisk.

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a/n: sorry for the short ass, shitty chapter, kiddos. im not really feeling up to write/type today. hope ya guys understand. catch ya on the flip side.