Trapped Together.. [Jailtale: Sans × Frisk] DISCONTINUED/PAUSED

Putting everything together

I sat at the empty cafeteria table. Staring at my food silently I felt someone sit next to me. I turned to them slightly, the scars on each eye socket, the one yellow pupil, G had sat next to me.

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked. He wouldn't talk to me before, so why would he sit next to me. He scoffed. "Well sweetheart, " he began glaring at me. "You don't know what it's like to out on a fight. " He said pushing me off my seat and climbing in top of me raising his fist with the hole in his palm. "Let's get to the point, shall we sweetheart?"

I grunted feeling his fist connect to my jaw.

Over and over and over..

"G!" I yelled. The room fell silent as G stopped mid lunch as tears ran down my face. "I-Im sorry.. " I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. I looked at the cross necklace hanging from his neck. He stood up and kicked me in the gut storming away.

Slowly getting up I heard the bell ring and watched as everyone lined up. Except G. He stood at the side with a smile on his face. I quickly went into the line and walked to my cell with everyone else.

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Sitting in the corner I looked at the wall picking at the paint on it as the smell of smoke went through out the cell. That's when he spoke; "If you were sorry.. " He began making me turn to him. "You would know better then to piss me off. " He finished with a glare. I stared into his eye sockets sweat pouring down my head.

Curiosity pulled me to asking so many questions, why did he care for the necklace so much? Why is he pissed in the first place? Who was he before he came into jail? "If I ask a question get the truth from you, " I began seeing him sit up straight against the wall taking the cigarette from between his teeth. "I-I.. Will do what you want.. "

I didn't know if this was a good or bad idea, but what I did know is that G was fine with the deal. "What do ya want to ask me sweetheart?" He asked with his shit eating smirk and crossed legs. I couldn't help but smile as I asked, "Why are you in this cruddy jail?" That's when he froze, he geared at me with surprised 'Eyes.' "Heh, why do ya want to know doll face?"

Ignoring the nickname I sighed. "Answer the question or I won't do what you want. " I said looking back into his 'eyes.' He closed his eye sockets (Don't even ask how cause Idk either :3) and threw his cig into the corner with the rest. "I'm in here because I killed and stole sweetheart, heh. I'm surprised you haven't figured that out. " He said with a smirk.

"Why did you steal and kill?" I asked stealing his smirk. He clenched his fists and looked at the wall away from me. "Ya wanna know so bad?! Because my fuckin' brother needed money and food that's why! Now you better not tell a SINGLE soul what I had told you. " He said and glared at me seriously. I gulped at his sudden glare and began to think.

Is he so fierce because he wanted to protect his little brother? That must be why. My mistranslation as I continued to think. Does that mean he has a sift spot for the people he cares for?

My thoughts were soon interrupted by the ringing if bells and the cell opening.

Yard time.