Philophobia

Chapter 4

G's POV

     My eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the darkness in the room. I was still in Frisk's room, sitting on her chair. I had a blanket on me that I hadn't had before, and Frisk was now laying in her bed, pajamas and all. I grinned, standing up and setting the blanket on the chair.  Taking one last look at Frisk, I walked out of her room and into mine. 

     I sighed and sat on the bed, taking off my turtleneck and pants and changing into sweatpants and a plain, white tee. I crawled into bed, my boney toes almost poking out at the bottom of the black comforter. I stared at the ceiling, unable to fall back asleep. Ugh... I walked up and out of my room, into the kitchen. The oven time flashed 3:27. Thanks for rubbing it in. 

     I sat on the couch for a bit, watching this really corny animatic called SpongeBob Squarepants. Hours must've passed before Frisk came downstairs.

     "Mornin',  sweetheart. Feelin' better?" She nodded, yawning and rubbing her eyes wearily. Her hair was shooting in every direction, and her shirt was all wrinkled. I chuckled before motioning for her to come sit by me. She plopped onto the sofa and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She leaned into me, sighing.

     "I watched this as a kid, ya know. Can't believe it's still airing." Frisk said with a laugh.

     I turned to her, stunned, "You, the Frisk, watched this as a little kid?" I tried to think of a tiny Frisk, sitting wide eyed under a TV, watching a sponge and a starfish sharing adventures. I smiled. Heh, cute. We watched a while longer, Frisk occasionally announcing the plot of an episode; I laughed every time. 

     Eventually, I stood up and stretched, walking to the kitchen. I made some coffee and popped two bagels into the toaster. Once toasted, I put the bagels onto plates, spread cream cheese on Frisk's and jam on mine, and brought them to the couch.

     I gave Frisk her food, she sent a quick smile at me before diving into her bagel.

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Frisk's POV

     I finished my bagel, wiping my hands on my shirt as I stood up, grabbing G's plate along with mine to go put in the sink.

     "Thanks, doll face." He said, winking.

     "Yeah, yeah, keep the formalities to yourself, mister." I set the dishes in the sink. I'll just wash em' later. 

     As I was walking back, G looked at me, "Lazy day today?" I nodded; I wasn't up to doing anything today, especially since my episode last night...

     I shook my head, trying to rid the thoughts of last night's event. I laid on the couch, resting my head in G's lap.

     "Hey, G?" 

     "Yeah, doll face?"

    I looked at the ceiling, taking a deep breath before beginning. "I had an... odd dream last night, to say the least. We were back in the Underground, and I was exploring Waterfall. For some reason, though, I wasn't me. I was, like, a younger version of myself, and I was wearing a blue turtleneck with two purple stripes. Anyways, I came across this kid. He looked just like that yellow dinosaur-looking kid that we see running around the neighbourhood sometimes, except he was grey, like, fully grey. No hints of colour whatsoever." I looked to G to see his reaction. He stared at me with a blank stare. I continued, "He started talking. He said, 'Have you ever thought of a world where everything is exactly the same... except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you... Ha ha... The thought terrifies me.' I then woke up, confused. It felt so real. Like it was actually me talking to the kid." G wasn't looking at me anymore, but up at the top of the stairs.

     "Very, very interesting..." G announced. I nodded a bit, fiddling with his hand. G's statement seemed familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before... eh, must be nothin'. 

     I let my mind slip into nothingness for a while, thinking of the most random things, one of them being if Papyrus had a special attack that included launching spaghetti and meatballs at an opponent. Heh, I'd like to see that.

     A question suddenly popped into my mind, Has G ever dated anyone?? Well, I doubt it, considering he's appalled at the mentioning of love, but there's always a possibility.

     "G, random question, but, have you ever dated anybody?"

     G snapped his head to me, a surprised look flooding throughout his face, which, surprisingly, was blushing a pale, sunflower yellow. "Um, w-well, uh, y-ya see, I, um-"

    "Heh, you don't have to answer, G. Jesus, I've never seen you so flustered before." I giggled, G crossing his arms.

     "Hmph, I wasn't flustered, Frisk."

     "Sure ya weren't, G. Keep tellin' yourself that." I stood up, "I'm gonna go in my room and write. Feel free to come in and just hang out if ya want." G nodded, and I began to travel to my bedroom. Oh, how I wish I could teleport.

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G's POV

     After about another hour or so of watching TV, I decided to head up to Frisk's room. My boney feet clicked against the hardwood floor as I made my way to her bedroom door. I knocked, hearing a quiet 'Come in.' before entering. Frisk sat on her bed, cross legged with her laptop in front of her.

     I went over to her reading chair, sitting down before asking, "So, whatcha writing about?"

     She went wide eyed before quickly replying, "N-Nothing."

     I raised my non-existent eyebrows at her. She blushed, shaking her head. "I said it's nothing. Just a little side-story I'm working on." I nodded, noticing she probably didn't want to tell me the topic.

     A while passed by before I heard Frisk humming a somewhat familiar tune. I thought as to what she could be humming, realizing it was that song she was singing yesterday. I smiled, remembering the lyrics and picturing her singing. She sung so gracefully with a majestic ring in her voice. She has the kind of voice that could make anyone, or anything, fall for her.

     I grinned, an idea popping into my head. "Hey, sweetheart? How about an encore from yesterday?" Frisk stopped typing, looking at me, an eyebrow raised, "What? I'm serious! You have a beautiful voice." I thought that last sentence over. You have a beautiful voice. Oh, look at the time! Time to jump out a window, be right back!

     At this point, Frisk was a literal tomato; her cherry red face buried in her blanket. I chuckled, "Don't take that the wrong way, doll face. Heh." She sighed before looking at me, a why do you do this to me? expression plastered onto her face. She's so damn cute when she's flustered, there's no denying that.

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a/n: heya, kiddos. long time, no see. sorry for the delay of this chapter, i was procrastinating so much and i kinda hate myself for it. oh well, i hope this chapter was sufficient. hope ya guys enjoyed it. catch ya on the flip side.