*Frisk's POV*

Grillby's flames flickered sharper then usual, his image seeming to tremble with the flames that danced on his body.

Without needing to ask, G and I could tell he was nervous when Grillby rushed over to us in the hallway, his blank emotionless eyes full of a quiet risk that was crackling his flames.

I caught myself wondering how this guy sneaked around so easily, with his flames making a gentle flicker of music that seemed to weaken his image instead of enhance it.

"Grillby," I said softly, wondering if he was here to collect the money I owed him before G and I left.

That softened my mood into a sizzling regret that I tried to ignore, just focusing on Grillby's flames that sputtered, as if he was trying to keep them neutral. 

"You two need to leave now..." He said in a quiet voice. Though unlike his usual one, this voice was tense with straining worry that slipped into each word.

He sounded afraid, and I tried to focus on him instead of the question that pounded once more, "Sweet dream or Nightmare?"

Continuing to ignore it and concentrate on Grillby, I walked to him quickly, worry shaking my steps and keeping G behind me.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" I asked in an urgent voice, thoughts beginning to choke my words.

None of the thoughts were good, and I couldn't help but wonder if G and I were in a deeper trouble then we were already.

It would be likely, considering G and I were always in some sort of trouble that would just add to the pressure that suffocated us.

Suffocated me.

Why had I begun speaking for G as well as myself?

Shoving him out of my thoughts was harder then I expected, especially when Grillby ignored me and walked to G, loosing his gentlemanly manner out of nervous urgency.  

"G he's found you," Grillby whispered in a whipping voice that matched his flickering flames.

Without explanation, I felt my knees wobble and my head turn light as I thought of Asriel and his sickly smirk.

His sickly intentions.

Not wanting to puke two times in one day, I turned away from the news and stared at the empty hallway that seemed to give my mind little space to breathe.

"Dammit Grillby!" G shouted, a bit too loudly in my opinion.

Perhaps it was because he was angry, shocked, and nervous about the whole situation.

Normally, I would enjoy G's nervous feelings and anger.

That is, if they were caused my embarrassment and teasing.

Yet that was a rare thing, and this anger was common.

And this anger, kept my thoughts straight and kept my body stiff with expectation.

G didn't punch a wall like I had thought he would, instead he growled and rubbed his skull with dramatic emotion.

Turning to Grillby, I seemed to feel safer around him.

His warmth was welcoming, even in his nervous state of worry and urgency. He seemed to be a clam fire that was barely holding onto the air around it. Something that was more comforting then destructive.

I wished Grillby could have seen that about himself, instead of needing the glasses to feel like someone would actually be comfortable around him.

Someday I wished for Grillby to find a love, to find someone that could snuggle up to him and make him happy.

Fill his eyes with some sort of emotion.

The thought was silly, and at the memory of his stinging flame I quickly rubbed the cuffs on my wrists.

Grillby was watching G as he had a small thinking tantrum, one he seemed to have when he was trying to think of what to do.

Then Grillby said, "I have everything ready for you... and I suggest you leave now..."

"What no breakfast?" G asked with a look that just sprayed sarcasm.

"This isn't the time for that now, G..." Grillby said simply as he pulled out a parchment from his pocket.

Unfolding it, he handed it to G and I felt my sick feelings drift away as I walked over.

'Sweet dream or Nightmare?' 

'Stop it,' I argued with myself while I looked at the paper, 'Stop thinking about it we have better things to do.'

The parchment was covered in scribbles and it resembled a strange map.

Obviously it was nothing humans would make, and seemed more medieval then modern which made me feel a bit uneasy.

"A map of the Underground. Where did you get this?" G asked, matching the same urgency in Grillby's voice.

Before Grillby could answer, I interrupted, "And what is happening with Asriel? Did you just leave him in the lobby?"

Grillby gave me a look that made me feel quite guilty about my rude interruption.

"Asriel is distracted by my bell boy who speaks more then he thinks..." Grillby explained with the same emotionless look as his flames flickered gently now, "And I got this from Dr. Alphys herself..."

"How?" G asked, his eyes glancing at the stairs and elevator as if Asriel would appear any second.

I felt just the same, and felt as if I was exposed to thousands of cameras that showed the Prince just where I was.

"I got many things from her before I left... being the last one to leave has it's perks..." For a moment I saw Grillby's straight face twitch from a slight smile.

"Great," G said quickly, shoving the map into his pocket, "Then we'll be on our way."

Suddenly, another thought besides "Sweet dream and nightmare" or "When will Asriel find our location in the hotel" entered my head.

Why was I still with G?

Thinking to myself about it, I realized it was because of safety.

I wanted safety, and G provided it out of his own selfish reasons.

Yet it was protection; even if it was a rude, selfish, prideful, idiotic protection, it was there, and I needed it.

Then I thought of Grillby and wondered if he could protect me.

Couldn't anyone protect me?

Why had I gone with G?

The answer came sooner then I expected, and I realized it was because anyone could be tricked by the Prince.

They could be tricked with words, riches, goods, ideas, anything the Prince could offer. Even possibly Grillby could, which filled me with the worry of this whole thing being a trap.

G couldn't. 

G knew Asriel, G new the damn Prince and what he was capable of.

And if everything I had gathered about G was true, he wouldn't let Asriel win if everyone's life depended on it.

Selfish thoughts kept the dream question from creeping back, and I recognized the sick feeling of the dream begin to fade.

'Just a dream. I don't like the selfish idiot one bit,' I told myself plainly while I watched Grillby and G talk urgently to each other, not really caring what they said, 'In comparison to Asriel and G... G is a close second to being just as sickly.'

That seemed to convince me, and my smile was stopped by the memory of what was going on.

"We have to get out," I said, interrupting once again.

They both looked at me, and Grillby simply nodded as G said, "Oh really? I was going to stay for a nice relax in the hot tub sweetheart."

Anger bubbled me, but I knew there was no time for arguments with Asriel only one floor away from us.

"Perhaps I can get Asriel to check the rooms, and you two can sneak out the front..." Grillby offered as he began walking down the hall, his flames back to a simmering flicker instead of the nervous jolting.

"Why not use the back door?" G said as he followed, his fist clenched with the anger he tried to hide from his tense voice.

Worry filled me as I saw him like that.

Saw him with anger dripping from his voice and his posture.

How badly did he really want to get back at Asriel?

If this was all about his selfish intentions, why did he need to stop the Peace Plan? 

Why can't he just mess with the royal toilets like any normal adult rivalry and then leave the plan alone at his own selfish will?

Thoughts seemed to hurt me more then action, so I followed them quickly, not wanting to be snatched up from behind.

The image shivered me, and I kept close to Grillby's comforting flame.

"Because the back leads to nothing but another building, the most efficient way would be the front... and this way you can steal one of their vehicles..." Grillby explained while he walked to the elevator, turning to face us.

G just nodded and growled under his breath, loud enough for me to hear, "I'm gonna get that Damn Prince... Azzy the asstree...."

Trying not to laugh, I inhaled a deep breath and focused on Grillby's dancing flames while he spoke.

"You two go down the stairs, and I'll begin... then when I take them on the elevator, you will leave..." 

The words sounded almost like a relief to Grillby, and when I glanced at G's troubling smirk I understood why.

"Thank's buddy," G said with another friendly smirk.

The one he had given me last night.

'Forget last night,' I ordered, facing the friends before me, 'Focus.'

Without warning, Grillby nodded and smiled one last smile before disappearing behind the slick doors.

Rushing down the stairs, G and I stayed silent, the awkwardness from earlier this morning still between us.

Still silent, we reached the end, and we pressed our bodies against the walls to prevent being spotted while we peeked out the door to look at Asriel.

There he was standing in front of Grillby's desk, his leather jacket slick on his white fur, and his icy blue eyes glistening with impatience and anger.

Two Crew members were beside him, their eyes scanning the whole room.

G and I watched quietly, the elevator doors opening to reveal Grillby who's flames softened into a gentle sway, that made him seem much more comforting then actual fire.

He walked back to his desk and Asriel said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Well?!"

"I am sorry, you were looking for... G? And a woman named Frisk... I couldn't seem to find them in their room sir..." Grillby lied, keeping honesty hidden with a tickle of words.

It was smart of him to keep some truth, such as the fact we were staying in the building.

Evidence was there, and if he had lied completely, Asriel could have searched until he found it.

Then we would all be in trouble.

"Don't play me the fool, old man," Asriel growled, annoyance weaving through his voice and each word.

A snarl twitched G's lips, and I could have sworn he was about to leap out there and claw Asriel's striking eyes out of his fur covered head.

On the other hand, I was even more curious of Grillby's age after hearing "old man".

"Of course not, sir," Grillby cooed with a gentle voice, the one he used when G and I entered the hotel in the first place, "I am only saying the truth..."

Noticing Asriel's glare, Grillby added slickly, "Sir."

This caused G to snarl more, and I wondered why he was so heated about Grillby talking with the Prince.

I was just waiting for the moment when we could bolt out and leave all of this behind.

Until it catches up again.

"Well perhaps you wouldn't mind showing me?" Asriel asked, his voice suddenly calmer and a bit lighted then before.

What caused the sudden change?

And why was it so sudden?

He had just walked into our trap, and Grillby stiffed a smile across his warm face as he nodded once.

Walking to the elevator, Grillby said in a more relaxed tone, "Certainly sire..."

"Wait," Asriel said with his hand held up to signal a stop.

Doing as the Prince asked, Grillby stopped his hand from touching the button.

Asriel smirked, and I wanted to slap it off of him more then anything in the world right then.

I could see G was thinking the same thing.

"I want to take the stairs..."

Shocking fear.

Aching fear.

Fear that forced me to try and think fast, that just made it so I couldn't think at all.

Turning to G, praying he had a plan because I had nothing, I met with his eyes that stared back at me, clearly thinking the same thing.

His eyes glanced back at the two sets of stairs that lead up and down in a square spiral.

Running back up, or even going down would be too loud, and Asriel would catch us by the time we sneaked up the first few steps.

Either way, we were trapped.

Both of us depended on Grillby, and our eyes urgently looked back at him as if he would have a master plan to unfold.

"I..." Grillby's words caught in his throat, and I realized he wasn't as quick of a thinker as G.

His flames flicked sharply.

"You see," Asriel said as he began to walk towards the staircase, still looking at Grillby as he spoke, "The stairs are much faster, and I prefer to get this over with." 

Where G and I stood, my body ached in fear that paralyzed me.

What could we do?

Where could we go?

Nothing entered my head, and I had to watch as the Prince got closer and closer.

The plan was so tightly weaved together, until one of our hands slipped and unraveled the whole basket.

That was how I could describe what was happening to my thoughts, to my fear.

I fought a choke when I thought of what could happen when Asriel caught us.

What would we do?!

Grillby rushed forward and grabbed Asriel by the leather bounded arm, his flames flickering so fiercely and sharply, and his grip so tight and angry, it caused Asriel to scream.

With that scream, G launched from the hiding spot and to the door, Asriel falling on his knees and struggling to get Grillby's grip away from his arm that was now smoking.

The smoke was a pleasant smell like G's cigarettes, but it was a satisfying sight as I ran after G, not sure what his plan was, but I knew it was better then mine (Which was to sit in that place until my body was burned to dust from fear and worry).

Asriel finally kicked Grillby in the stomach, the Crew members chasing after G and I, grabbing out their guns and aiming.

"DON'T SHOOT THE GIRL!" Asriel shouted, his voice full of the furious anger. 

My eyes glanced back at him, and I could see his figure hunched over with anger and pain, his hand gripping the burned leather and fur on his right arm, his eyes staring down at Grillby who was holding his stomach from pain.

A groan entered my ears and I realized it was Grillby's, his head tilting up to face Asriel, in the Prince's hand was something that brightened from Grillby's light.

A gun.

Fear dropped into my gut and I looked at G who was breaking a Crew members arm, staying close to me so he wouldn't get shot.

The members didn't shoot, and one had their gun still pointed at G, yet debated on killing his comrade in the process.

We didn't have time for this.

Grillby was at the feet of Asriel who was holding a gun, now aiming at Grillby's flame fading forehead.

"G!" I yelled looking at him with worry filling my face.

After snapping a guard's neck, G kicked the other down and looked at the sight that stumped me, shocked me, scared me.

Then there was a gun shot.

Gun shots made a sound that could never be erased from someones mind, they replay over and over in a frightening echo that seems to never leave. 

Yet they were nothing like screams.

Screams were a release of emotion, of power, of hunger and want. Something that should make you feel better, feel worth something. Others who heard the scream, would fill with terror, or warning, having the same replay effect as the gun shot.

The scream was G's.

I could hear him scream right as I screamed Grillby's name, feeling the same weakness I felt that morning.

Yet this weakness was helpless, useless, empty.

My eyes stared at Grillby's emotionless eyes, that now filled with the sad regret and disappointment.

His eyes stared off, his body still and his flames no longer flickering a gentle dance.

They were no longer moving from his nervous worry, or from his comforting warmth.

Now there was a silence, a missing feeling that filled me with the sick desire to sob and cry instead of escape.

Grillby stayed on his knees, emotionless, empty, the bullet hole clear to see on his forehead, and smoke rising softly from Asriel's gun.

Stepping back swiftly, the Prince watched as Grillby's eyes began to look down as his no longer flickering flames turned into a powdery dust that drifted away like a summer breeze.

Collapsing, Grillby fell forward, his dust still spreading with a slow lingering feeling, something that hung in the air and filled my eyes with horror and tears.

Unable to look at G, I couldn't see his reaction, but I could feel the agony that filled the room with a cold emptiness.

Breathing heavy, Asriel looked like a monster as his eyes turned to face us, his body still hunched and the gun still clutched tightly in his hand.

Then as if nothing had happened, he stood straight and slicked back the fur on top of his head, taking his ears with it.

"Well... Now that I have that taken care of-"

"I'LL KILL YOU!" 

My eyes flicked to G who had broken my daze with the screaming rage that left his mouth, that shook his body.

I couldn't let him, he could ruin our escape, getting us killed and me caught.

So before he could lash out I ignored every regretful thought, everything that tried to hold me back, and I grabbed his arm in my arms, pulling him to the door.

I could feel his anger shaking his body, heating up his bones as he tried to pull from me.

If he was truly trying, he could have yanked away from me and killed Asriel right there, yet he seemed to be fighting with himself.

I was fighting him back, trying to win his side as I noticed Asriel walking closer, using his watch to contact reinforcements, not even caring about the death that stanched the room.

"G we have to go!" I shouted between his cries in rage.

This scared me.

He always scared me like this.

But I couldn't let it.

"G!" I cried, tears rolling down my face without my notice as I held tightly to G's arm.

Finally, his furious eyes faced me, and I could feel his anger drowned me.

Fear filled me as I stared up at him, trembling with worry.

G's face softened only slightly, yet I could see it.

I noticed it.

At that moment G grabbed my cuffed wrist and yanked me out the door, ignoring Asriel who was running after us.

My legs felt like jelly, and I struggled not to fall while I ran with G, trying to find a vehicle to steal.

Using his teleportation, G put us inside a black car that seemed to be owned by the Crew.

I was in the front seat, and I could see G holding the keys right before he passed out.

Groaning, I grabbed the keys and started the car, slamming my foot on the gas peddle, ready for the impact of the speed which hit us sharply.

Yet we were on the road.

And we had escaped.

We had escaped once again.

But at what cost?

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A/N: ....

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Before you all kill me it had to be done.

I hope I gave ya'll some feels.

Feels for days.

Grillby is gone... 

FOREVER.....

Hope you liked the chappie!

THANK YOU ALL!

I really wish someone would draw fanart of Grillby about to die. You know how awesome that would be?

ANNNYYYWAYYYYY

I LOVE YOU GUYS!

NEXT CHAPPIE WE GOT'S SOME G AND FRISK FRIEND TIME!

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AND SOME GOODS.

AND SOME WATS.

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