Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Not Me

Frisk POV:

     What would Toriel think if she knew I was doing this right now? Sitting in a bar, with a stranger, a row of shots settled in front of me. I squirmed in my seat, avoiding any form of eye contact with Henry. The bar had a musty smell to it, and it was very much different then Grillby's. It was also very loud, that you couldn't even tell that there was a soft melody playing in the background. "You can go first." Henry states, smiling. But this time, his smile seems much more devilish then before. I grab one of the small glasses and finally get the courage to look up at him. "So I just... drink it?" He laughs, turning away for a split second.

       "Yeah, just down it real quick." I shouldn't be doing this. This isn't me, this isn't me at all. I put the glass to my lips, my hands shaking. Don't do it. I throw my head back, letting the disgusting liquid slide down my throat. I lean forward, coughing. How does anybody drink stuff like this? It didn't even taste good... Henry laughed at me, like I had just said the best joke in the world. Jokes... I miss Sans. I clear my throat, grabbing the water next to me to help erase the aftertaste. "You didn't seem to enjoy that." Henry said in between laughs.

       I look the other way, swallowing my water which was much more pleasant. Henry calls a server over, and orders a margarita. He whispers something into the waitress' ear before she leaves, but I can't seem to hear it. Henry looks at me, still smiling. What's up with all the smiling? "I ordered you a margarita, that might taste better for you." My face heats up. "Sorry..." I mumble, clearly uncomfortable with this situation. "It's okay that your too much of a wimp to drink these." I look up to see him smirking, as if he were challenging me. Determination rushes through my veins as I grab each small glass and drink the liquid as if it were nothing.

         After I'm finished, I wipe my mouth and lean back, crossing my arms. Henry smiles. He seems satisfied. "I'm impressed" He says, still smirking. There's an awkward tension between us as I chug my water. Soon, the waitress comes and gives me my margarita. I taste it. It still doesn't taste good, but at least now it's tolerable. Henry talks about many topics, but I can't seem to listen.  A waiter walks by and I call him over. "Shots." Is all I state. My mind is foggy and my cheeks are flushed. Henry chuckles. "Your pretty lightweight, aren't you?"

      I roll my eyes, and use my hands to hold up my head. Finally, after awhile Henry decides that we should leave. He helps me to the car, quite easily actually. "Where's my phone?" I say, in my drunken state. He looks at me and smiles. "Don't worry about that." He starts driving, but it's not the direction of home. I frown at him "Where are we going?" I hiss. "My house." I lean on the seat, not giving it a second thought. We arrive at his house. Well, it's not exactly a house, but an apartment. He picks me up bridal style and places me on his couch. He leans down and gently kisses me on the lips. I let him. Stupid mistake. Eventually, he relocates me to his bed. Forget the idea of having fun. This is just recklessness. He slides his hand up my dress, which causes my sober mind to come into play. "N-no! I-I don't wanna!" I yell, staring up at him.

        He seems surprised, but moves away and sits beside me. I sit up, staring at him. "Well, I won't force you to." He shrugs, standing up. "You just wanted to take advantage of me." I spat, as I exited the room stumbling here and there. Henry stays in the room, not even being bothered to follow me. I leave the apartment and sit down in the elevator, my head spinning. I get up and go to the parking lot, opening his car door. Good thing it was unlocked. I grab my phone from one of the drink holders and slam the door. I dial Asgore's number. No answer. I feel angry until I look at the time and realize it's midnight. I giggle, sitting down on the floor crisscross. I sigh as I dial about everyone's number, even leaving messages with slurs of nonsense. "Come pikk me uppp" I send the text to Undyne.

       This whole time I'm laughing and having a blast calling and texting everybody. "Punk? Where are you?" I scream in delight, thankful that someone had answered my text. "IN the parkng lt" I send grinning happily. "Are you okay?" I frown. Whatever. I walk out of the parking lot and down the road, singing one of Mettaton's songs. My phone starts ringing, startling me and causing me to fall over. "Hello?" I sing, unaware of the caller. "Frisk, are you drunk right now."   "You sound so serious." I giggle, wiggling my feet. Undyne sighs, and I can hear the engine of a car start. I look around wildly. "What was that?!" I say, full of enthusiasm. "That was me, ya doofus." I laugh. "Ooooh that makes sense." She instructs me on how to name which street I'm on. (With much difficulty)

         "Ya know Undyne... sometimes I feel really sad. Sometimes I feel bad about killing you." Undyne is silent on the other line. "...What?" I can feel tears slide down my cheeks. "He was an assshhoolllle." I state, now fully lying down  on the concrete. I talk Undyne's ear off until she arrives. She helps into her truck, without a word. "How did you even get a hold of alcohol?" I tell her all about Henry, and the musty bar, and about how the green beans I planted are dying. Undyne gritted her teeth. "Which apartment number was it?" I think for a second before finally answering. "I think it was 47, level 2" Undyne smiles. "Don't worry Frisk, he'll get what's comin for him."