*Frisk's POV*

"We don't need all of that!" I argued in my regular clothes instead of the beautiful black dress I truly wanted to keep.

I wanted to keep it and wear it at every moment, feeling beautiful and noticed in it.

Yet I didn't want G making me blush more then he already had, and I had decided to get back into my normal attire that still seemed messy and ugly to me.

"Aw come on dove," G said with a smirk as he grabbed two more bottles of beer, shoving them into a shopping bag that was conveniently next to the counters, "What harms a little beer gonna do?"

"Uh, lots of harm actually!" I said, getting myself ready to explain all the effects of alcohol and the dangers it has.

Before I could even take a breath though, G clarified, "Doesn't have the same effects on me remember dollface?" He smirked, "Monster, not human. As long as you don't drink any, then we'll be fine."

Chuckling, G put more bottles in along with a pack of cigarettes.

"Though I would love to see ya drunk sometime~," He chuckled more.

Growling, I clenched my fist and scolded myself for blushing a bit.

Even though I hated him like this, I was relieved to have him in a better mood then before.

Except that didn't mean I wouldn't fight back at his stupid actions.

"Ugh! How can you even drink that stuff? It taste awful!"

"All based on opinion sweetcheeks," Another bottle entered the bag and I rolled my eyes.

"At least bring something useful!" I said, letting my arms drop to my sides as I looked around for something I might want to bring.

Besides that dress.

 Spotting the food, I felt my mouth water again, and I walked over.

Remembering what G had said about my weight, I hesitated and felt my stomach flip.

Was I really fat?

Or was he truly just yanking my chain?

The thought bugged me, and I knew that I could never be so sure with his words.

Especially because of how good of an actor he was.

Growling, I asked myself, 'Why do you care anyway? Why does his opinion on you matter? Don't you hate him?!' 

Though when I thought about it, I realized that if anyone called me fat, I would still feel sick inside; even if it was the Prince's opinion, which I never trust.

Remembering Asriel flashed images in my head, and I caught myself thinking of how fast G's mood changed from going to the bathroom.

Then I realized how the cigarettes must of helped a lot.

Walking over to G, who was still shoving crap into the bag, I yanked it from him and walked back to the food.

"Hey!" He yelled, annoyed anger clear in his voice.

I forced a soft giggle, and put food and water into the bag, making some room by sneaking out some bottles of beer.

G grumbled, and I listened to him go back to smoking.

It shocked me that he didn't try to fight back.

Though perhaps he was hungry too.

When I finished filling the bag to the brim, I took a sneaking bite of one of the Cinnamon Bunny's, and then put the rest back in the bag, praying G didn't notice.

Oh the melting taste was just enough to make me want more.

Slinging the bag over my shoulders, I looked at G with a smile and asked, "Ready to go?"

It was more of a clarification then a question, and I waited for G to nod before we headed out the shop door.

Even though it had started long ago, this moment felt like the true beginning to our quest to find the great Dr. Alphys and restore true peace to the world.

Saying that in my head sounded cooler, and I was glad I didn't say it out loud for G to hear and laugh at.

Still in the same world, the fresh air stroked my face and I smiled to myself, a little disappointed in the fact G was smoking out the clean world.

"Do you have to smoke that right now?" I asked, beginning to walk along the path again.

"Did ya have to take out some of my beer?" G snapped back, pulling the map from his pocket with one hand while the other tended to his cigarette.

Blushing at his notice, I held my head high and replied, "Yes, I did. Food is more important."

"Not for me."

"Aren't you even a little hungry?"

"Nope." 

Ignoring his claim, I rolled my eyes and took out a pastry before tossing it at him, watching him struggle to catch it with a satisfied look.

Knowing he wouldn't protest to the food, no matter how stubborn he was, I faced forward again and left him alone with his treat.

The hunger in him was clear to see.

The way he eagerly stared at the food, his eyes empty as if a reflection of his stomach.

It was a satisfying sound to hear him tear open the pack and gobble up the food.

Part of me wanted to see him do it, see him enjoy the taste of the sweet and stick Cinnamon Bunny.

Though the other part of me seemed to ask over and over, 'Why? Why do you want to see that why? Why? Why? Why are you so interested in him?'

This part of my head wouldn't leave me alone, and I knew it never will.

So, I chose to try and ignore its taunts and teases as I forced more... honest thoughts into my head such as, 'You hate him. You despise him. You loathe him. He is a sick selfish bastard.'

'Who is saving your life.'

'Protecting you.'

'Becoming your friend.'

'Possibly making you fall in-'

Growling, I shoved away the thoughts and walked a bit more briskly, keeping my head high and the backpack snug to my figure.

There was no way I would let those thoughts take over me.

Luckily, G broke the silence with a smack of his mouth and a question.

"So... The Damn Prince wont catch up to us?" 

Shocked at the fact G was asking me for information, I snapped from my own sick thoughts and glanced at him walking next to me.

"No," I said relieved that he wasn't screaming with anger, "He doesn't even know what we're doing here."

After that sentence I quickly added, "I'm pretty sure," knowing that if I wasn't honest I could truly loose my life.

"Hmph," G's bones slightly relaxed, and he continued to smoke.

Happy at the sight, I continued to try and reassure him with my words.

"Besides, the Underground is very new now right? So even if he did know we were heading to Dr. Alphys, he wouldn't recognize the way anymore. And he doesn't have a map like we do."

Smiling, I looked at G and caught a relieved glint in his eye while he let out a long stream of smoke, his eyes staring forward.

"Good..." Was all he said before we walked in silence.

Silence was tickling my thoughts, waking them from their slumber and telling them, 'Hey! It's time to bug Frisk and fill her with regret and conflict!' 

Not wanting them to wake up, I quickly asked G, "Why were you so angry with me talking with Asriel in the woods?"

Hearing his name, G winced and looked to the side, still walking but keeping his eyes from looking at me.

"... Just mad about my cigarettes doll..."

His lie was too obvious, and my eyes narrowed at his weak words, knowing that even I could have done better.

Yet that meant that something must be stiff in his mind, bugging him, the thought of something he truly wanted to hide but had no possible way of hiding it, meaning he had to try something.

I knew that feeling too well, and I also knew how terrible it was to have someone press you on it.

Thinking G deserved it, I pressed, "There has to be more then just that..."

Going back to his usual tricky self, G stared forward and answered, "Nope. That's it."

Except his eyes still avoided me, and I pressed on.

"... G-"

Before I could finish, G had already started with shocking words that filled me with confusion and interest.

"I was scared."

Shock.

The only emotion that filled me was shock, and slight interest.

Yet I knew he would continue talking, so I stayed silent to let him.

"I was scared of what he had said to you..." G said with his head lowering, his eyes still avoiding me as they stared at the dirt with an emotionless feel, "His lies... I know what he says about me... I know what he thinks about me..."

Resentment filled G's words, and I kept my mouth shut with the fear of his honesty stopping.

"Knowing that his words had tricked even himself into hating me... or believing stupid lies about me... making me loose a friend..." 

G's eyes drifted off, and he stared at the ground as his feet stopped moving, his face blank with emotionless ridges.

"... Made me fear what could have happened with you..."

Gasping, I scolded myself for letting my shock seep out even just a little bit.

Yet his words were so strongly said.

So powerful.

I couldn't believe them as lies.

I couldn't doubt myself on trust or feelings that ached my heart.

My heart...

G's head shot up to face me, and I curse quietly to myself as his expression turned normally blank and he continued walking.

"Pfft... Whatever. Forget I said anything."

Doing as he said, I quickly shoved away my thoughts and continued walking.

Yet one I couldn't ignore, shoved itself into my brain and made me ask over and over.

'Does G truly care for me as a friend?'

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A/N: Sorta short chappie because the next one will be SO. INTERESTING.

OH MY GOSH I'M SO EXCITED.

FRISK GONNA BE LIKE, "... Well shiz I guess I-"

Also I have been super super stressed lately so I apologize.

Please forgive me.

OKAY BACK TO BUSINESS!!!!

SO YESTERDAY IN MY MATH CLASS I WAS SUPER SUPER BORED AND I WAS LIKE, "Hm... geez how am I going to write this next chapter (Yesterdays chappie btw)"

AND THEN I GRABBED OUT A PIECE OF PAPER AND WROTE DOWN THIS EXACT THING:

Confession (oh shiz boy watup)
Angry reaction (shiz be flying boi)
Bathroom (He gotta go pee tho)
Cigarettes (ye boi she be like "oh diz my shiz")
Dressup (non of dis A**riel shiz tho, gonna be some better shiz boi)
Dats it.

THIS LITERALLY IS HOW I PLANNED YESTERDAYS CHAPPIE XDDD 

THOUGHT YOU GUYS MIGHT FIND THAT INTERESTING!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

ALSO MAFIA TALE MAY BE NEXT AFTER DANCETALE CAUSE EVERYONE WANTS IT!

YAY!