Philophobia

Chapter 5

Frisk's POV

"Well, um, it's kinda based off of a dream I had a while back, along with... other things of my liking." I glanced to G, expecting a curious reaction, but instead receiving a devilish smirk.

"What kind of things, sweetheart? Funny things? Hellish things? Happy, sad, erotic things?" G stood up, slowly walking towards the door, each boney footstep clacking against the ground with an echo. My face burned a deep scarlet. I didn't know if it from the mention of erotic things or the fact that he'd think I'd write about that stuff.

G reached the door, turning, locking eyes with me as he locked it. The smirk grew larger, his left eye tinted the palest yellow. He walked over and crawled onto my bed, making his way towards me. I pushed myself back, my back now pressing against the backboard. G came right up to my face, and, slowly but surely, moved his mouth to my ear, "Maybe this can fuel your ideas for your writing, doll face."

He backed up, snickering his ass off. I crossed my arms, mumbling, "How nice, asshat. Thanks."

"Your fucking face! Priceless!" He was rolling on the floor laughing now, small tears coming out of his eyes. I got off the bed, kicking him once while he was on the ground before pulling him up by his shirt and pushing him out of my now unlocked door.

I leaned against the door, sighing and sliding to the ground. If only you fucking knew, G. Ugh... why him?

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After hours of sitting at my laptop, I haven't written a single word. After what G said, how could I? Ugh, I'm so... empty. I have no ideas to even write anything anymore. Whatever, I'll deal with my problems later.

I head downstairs, going to the freezer and grabbing some pizza rolls. I heat them up, eat them, then head back to my room. Eh, I should really take a shower; it's been a few days... I grab a towel and another pair of pajamas, heading to the bathroom.

"Hey, G. I gonna take a shower, don't get any ideas."

G's head pops out of his room, the same smirk from earlier plastered on his face, "Aight, doll face. No promises, though." His head disappeared and the house was quiet once more. I walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I turned the water on and undressed. I grabbed my phone, putting some music on and hopping into the water.

The water was warm against my somewhat dirty skin. Shutting my eyes, I let the water pour onto my face. I started swaying a bit to the music, softly singing along. I ran my hands through my hair and my mind started racing with anything I could think of. At first I thought of music and how just a few days ago G had said I had a good voice. I smiled at the compliment; he could be smooth when he wanted to.

G's an... interesting person, to say the least. He's so cold and distant when you first meet him, but he eventually warms up to you like he did me. Though, there are some people he just refuses to like no matter how kind they are. G is the funniest person I've ever met; he can make the most depressing situation happy and joyous, but he can also make the best situation melancholic. He has major mood swings, going from the happiest person on the planet to severely depressed.

G, though, is hot, there's no denying that. He's a tall skeleton, maybe 6'4" or 6'5" but not as tall as his brother, Papyrus, who's around 6'9". Anyways, G has a crack in his skull leading upward from his right eye socket and downward to his mouth from his left eye socket. I wonder how he got those cracks. I wonder how he got those holes in his hands.

I snapped out of my thoughts as G banged on the door, "Hurry up, sweet pea, you're using up all the hot water." I rolled my eyes with a groan as I quickly washed my hair and body. I turned off the water and stepped out, reaching for the towel. After drying off and getting dressed, I wrapped my hair in my towel and walked out of the now steamy bathroom.

"Took ya long enough." G said, pushing past me and walking towards the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes again and punched him in the arm, "Can it, buster." He stifled a chuckle and closed the door. I heard a sigh from behind the door, but decided to shrug it off. I walked back to my room and sat on my bed.

I decided to take a nap, but this 'nap' ended up lasting until the next morning. It was quite the rude awakening, considering it was G screaming in my face.

"Happy birthday, doll face!" G screamed as I jolted up from my slumber. I had forgotten all about my birthday until now, but I couldn't think about that; all I could think about was G's decision to wake me up the way he did.

"Are you shitting me, bonehead?! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, asshole!" I threw one of my decorative pillows straight at his face. It hit him right in the nose, causing him to laugh more than he already was. I got up and punched his chest repeatedly. He put his arms up in defense, but I grabbed his wrists and pulled him out of my room.

I dragged him into his room. "Wanting to get frisky now, huh?" He said, still laughing a bit. I gagged at the pun and pushed him onto his bed, beginning to book it to my room.

Right when I was about to walk trough my doorway, I was stopped by an invisible force, "Not so fast, sweetheart. I wanna have some fun with you before you retreat back to your cave."

"Ugh, can't you just let me sleep for another hour or two? Please, I'm begging you."

"Nuh uh uh. Ms. Nineteen-Year-Old needs to lighten up first."

All of a sudden, five cans of silly string appeared around me, caps off and ready to string anyone or anything in their way. Shit.

I was bombarded with the sticky, stringy substance that clung to every part of my body; hair, arms, t-shirt, pants, feet, face, anything you could name. I was laughing and yelling at G to stop, but G laughed and pulled out his phone, beginning to record.

"This is too fucking precious!" He laughed a hearty, meaningful laugh.

G's POV

I pressed record on my phone. Frisk was laughing, trying to pry away from my magic and red, somewhat pink, silly string spraying at her from every direction.

"Please, G! I just washed my hair! Hahaha! G, please!" I laughed harder, letting her know that's not gonna happen. Soon enough, the cans only spurt out air, and Frisk was basking in five cans worth of silly string. I finally let Frisk win over my magic, and she fell to the ground, laughing her ass off.

"You asshole!" She crawled over to me, somewhat gently punching my ribs. I laughed, the punches tickling me a bit.

"That monster kid punches better than you!" I said, shielding myself from her weak hits.

"The kid doesn't have any arms, ya dumb fuck!"

"That's the damn point, doll face." She sat up, crosslegged with her arms crossed and pouted, hair hanging in front of her face. I sat up as well, stifling a chuckle before standing up.

"Aight, sweetheart, lemme get this gunk off ya, then ya can go back to sleep." My eye glowed a vigorous yellow, Frisk beginning to be engulfed in the same yellow before the color disappeared, revealing a tidy, happy Frisk.

"Thanks, knucklehead. For remembering, I mean. It means a lot." She threw me a side smile and walked into her room, closing the door. I smiled and walked back into my own cave, flopping onto the bed. I pulled up the video I took of Frisk being covered in silly string. Her laugh was something I could listen to on repeat and never get bored of.

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a/n: sorry it took so fucking long to get this chapter out guys, im too fucking lazy and i don't really know if anyones enjoying this story/book thingy. anyways, im hoping those who read it enjoyed it and ill catch ya on the flip side.