𝐆 𝐨 𝐝 𝐟 𝐫 𝐞 𝐲 (mafiatale g sans x frisk)

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Frisk drag them inside one of the stall before walking out.
Grabbing her real weapon out from her holster.

bracing herself for whatever there is to come.
Since the bullet proof glass are sound proof, and as long as everyone kept their eyes on the show
No one would notice whose blood will be shed in the night.
The sound of a cart took her attention
Frisk look behind her with her huge weapon in her arms
An old lady in a maid suit staring at her, shocked
This...might do.

"Excuse me mam, would you mind if we exchange outfits? It's getting really hot here and this gown isn't helping"
Frisk said bluntly receiving a frantic nod.
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She checked her watch
It's 11:20 pm so the show actually ended about 20 minutes ago which is perfect.
Hopefully he didn't walk out of that door just yet or her plan might fail.
She knocked on the white door bracing herself
"Special delivery"
Tightening her grip on her gun that she hid behind

The door swung open.
As She walk inside with cautious steps.
The target is right infront sitting behind the wooden desk
smoking his cigarette, not realising that it could be the last thing he breathes in

She kick the cart aiming her gun towards
him pulling the trigger Bursting every bullet inside,
The loud sound resonates inside the room.
But before the bullets could reach him he teleported behind kicking her back as she falls
He tackled her to the ground. frisk tries to shoved him but he's much more powerful than her

"Who send you"
His tones are cold, Its sound rough and deep
She turns him around sitting on top of him in the process
"I don't think its any of your business."
Directing her gun ready to shoot.
As he teleported Away from her

"Damnit
She cusses under her breath, she felt a sudden pain on her right shoulder making her groans in pain
Touching the fresh wound as the blood ran down
on her palms staining the white shirt
She heard the gun being reloaded making a loud click

"Aren't you that lady that came with isaac, did he order you to kill me?"
His tall figure came closer to her
She took her chances and kick his legs in a 90 degree move making him fall
grabbing the revolver from her holster directing it to him
Both are at the ground and Both are at gun point.
G with his ruger pistol
And the short haired lady with her revolver

"Didn't think a magnum is legal around here."
He started and frisk furrowed her brows.
Both life are at stakes and he's talking about wether or not her guns are supposed to be legal.

"guns down, now!"
She demand earning a bitter chuckle from him
"So you can kill me? Im not that fucking stupid"
He retorted in a sarcasm
Frisk pull the trigger, and yet again he teleported
Again and again and again until it run out of bullets
Her breathing is heavy both from the blood and shooting  nothing but the air. she tries to crawl and grab her thompson But he stomped at her hand before she could reach it. Frisk let out groan maybe it's a karma for also doing the same thing just about 30 minutes ago
He squat down to her level and pull her hair up so he could get a better view of her face

"Now you're going to tell me, who the fuck send you."
His voice are demeaning and it annoyed her even more
"Who. Fucking. send. you."
He repeated, His grasp tighten and so is the pressure he put on her
Frisk whimper from the agony, she raised her other arms
Curling her fingers into a fist punching him hard on the face making him lose balance
She kick him right on the ribs earning a grunt as he curled his body into a ball.
"Suck ass."
Frisk spat fleeing to the door running as fast as she could
Knowing that he could've just jump right in front of her
But he didn't...which is weird.

As much as she likes to kill him she's losing too much blood and going to lose her consciousness anytime soon
Which would get herself in a bigger problem once he had the chance to attack her and interrogate her
It's probably over.
This is the first time she failed a mission
Frisk never felt so humiliated....and..
Albert.
It crossed her mind like a thunder in the storm
She ran down from the grand stairs and out of the opera house...thankfully there's a carriage just passing by
infront of her
"get me to the 30th road, it's just a few blocks away."
She gushed inside, her clothes are dampened by the red liquid and rain.
the coachman looks at her in confusion
"Now!"
The horses started moving
She left a final glance to this eventful place
That left her a mixed feelings.
Grabbing the bandages from her purse wrapping the wound tying it into a knot to stop the bleeding
all that she could think about is wether or not
albert is okay, because a mafia who could offer 10 million dollars worth of cash in a bag would certainly have eyes to catch up on her doing...and well...
news fly like bee's nowadays.
When the carriage stops frisk just left a 50 dollar cash and rushed down running towards the isolated bar.
She didn't care about the people in the dark hallway that might linger around with eyes on her, cause right now
She would kill anybody whose in her way.

Frisk stood there frozen.
The light is out and the glass were broken down
Rain is pouring down on her.
Frisk rushed inside, the table looks like it survived an earthquake and the liquors are all destroyed
A bullet rolls at her feet, frisk picked it up and put it inside her pocket.

"Albert?!"
She shout, her head turns left and right for sign of him
Frisk look under the counter only to find albert
lying there swimming in his own pile of blood.
Her eyes widen, Shocked by her discovery.
Walking from the side of the table reaching for him
She checked his pulse that shows no signs of life
Somebody put a hole on his head.
Her chest felt tight and heavy.
Frisk hug him for the first and last time Before Walking out of the bar with numb feelings.