Frisk P.O.V.
"Heh, well, you stay here while I go get some groceries, okay doll?" My roommate said, hunching over to put on his black combat boots. "Uh-huh, you do that, G." I mumbled back while concentrating on my book. "Bye."
Soon, I heard a small snap echo the room, and then silence.
Knowing G's lazy personality, inherited from Sans, I evaluated that he teleported. It wasn't hard to piece together.
I got back to reading my book. It was awfully short, and I finished up quickly. Then, I sighed. What to do now...
So I sat there and thought. I wonder how G is dealing with all that has happened... the broken timeline... the last reset... it's your fault you know.
I sat upright. That voice... Chara..? Hehehe, didn't think you'd remember me, partner.
What do you want? I won't let you kill them again. You say that like you didn't kill them out of your free will. I did nothing. But, besides that, I am here to answer your little question.
What do you mean? Let's just go back a few months, eh? My vision faded to a familiar one.
Where am I? Is this... Snowdin? Why is G on the roof of that station?
G sighed. "That was a joke, kid." Wait... this seems familiar..!
He continues talking, "I pretend smoking calms me down... I'd offer you a cig, but..."
Suddenly, he jumps off the roof and sits across from me. "-it wouldn't really suit you." He thought. "Sooo... you need comforting, huh? What else can I do..."
G then put his foot against mine. I watched as the old memory replayed. Past Me looked up, shocked. "How 'bout this?"
Past Me just kept looking at him. "Better?" G asked. When I didn't respond, he sighed again. "I remember we used to do this... well... he... used to. You liked it."
Past Me looked down, my bangs covering my eyes. Then, she mumbled, "...P-Please, don't do that..."
G facepalmed himself while looking annoyed. "...Tch. Right. Sorry... Another thing that's only between you 'n my 'better half'. Wow. So ya want the cig after all? Because..." His voice trailed off.
He looked up, making a startled noise when I fidgeted and said while cupping my forehead in my hands. "Sheesh... don't get me wrong again... i-it's not really... because of Sans... uh... Just... it was... okay... When... Sans did that when I was a kid... a... real kid..." Geez, I paused a lot. Must've looked like a dork. Not my best moment.
Past Me continued, louder this time. "But it's kinda' weird when you do these things so... uh... suddenly..."
G nodded, thoughtful for a moment as he continued smoking, "Oh? Okay?" His stupid smirk was still present as he talked. "How about lullin' ya to sleep my way then?"
By then, he had cornered me, placing a hand next to my head on the wall. He looked at my surprised blushing face.
I tried to confidently remark back. "Sure, since you are oozing sympathy... you can throw me a piece of it... if... you... dare."
G's smirk grew wider. "Wow, what an icy block we have here. But your face is burnin'... hehe... If you'd fall asleep now, you'd probably have a... uuuh... different kind of nightmare?" He chuckled,
"Whoa, whoa there!? Already cheered ya up, see..." In the background of that, I screamed "Seriously!?!?" While trying to upper-cut him.
We both fell silent. I heard Past Me's thoughts. I probably... would... maybe... one... about never meeting you... in this life? I feel so horrible thinking these things, though.
Conflicted.
Confused.
Afraid.
After all... my closest friend is trapped inside of you... wanting to get out...
if I ever loved Sans... then I would have to do it. Fix this timeline. But also being honest with feelings. No time to be so flustered.
Past Me stood up and plopped down next to G. She then sat her head on his shoulder, leaning in, which left a very confused G.
"I... really want to know which of those halves made you... into such a pervert, G!"
"...Huh?... haha... really... you forgot I have a personality of my own by now? I'm not just two halves glued together... but... I feel that both of those parts hates you."
This time, my own eyes widened. "I hate you. It's your fault. I hate being like this. I. Hate. You."
His voice echoed Chara's. He threw me down, kicked me, beat me. "I wish you died from that fall! Then, they'd be alive. I would be normal. It's all your fault!"
My sight returned to me and G's apartment.
See? He hates being like that. He hates you! That's not true, that's not what happened..! He hates you, he hates you, it's your fault.
Her words danced around my head as my own voice joined in.
It's your fault,
it's your fault,
it's your fault,
it's your fault,
it's your fault!
Chara silenced, leaving me to my own thoughts. I started trembling, as tears spilled down my cheeks.
It's your fault.
I curled up into a ball.
It's your fault.
The words flew by faster and faster.
It's your fault,
it's your fault,
it'syourfault,
it'syourfault,
it'syourfault,
it'syourfault,
it'syourfault,
it'syourfaultit'syourfaultit'syourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfault!
I started whispering it, too. "He hates me, my fault, hates me, my fault, hates me, my fault."
I covered my ears, trying to block out the thoughts.
I didn't hear the snap that entered the room, the drop of shopping bags on the coffee table, or G's drowned out voice.
All I felt was two strong hands hugging me protectively.
The voices started fading back as G's voice came to me. "Doll!? Doll! Are you alright?! What's wrong?! Talk to me!"
I blinked out the tears and turned to him, swinging my arms around him tightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
"D-Doll? What do you mean?" I looked up to him with my tear-filled eyes.
"I'm the reason you're like this. I'm the reason we had to reset. I killed them. I'm sorry!" "Doll, sweetheart, Frisk, it's not your fault-"
"Yes, it is!" I cried. G's eyes softened to a more sympathetic one, "Frisk, it's okay. They're okay. I'm okay. It's okay. I forgive you." He soothed.
I cried into his chest as he rubbed my back for hours on end. Soon, I fell asleep in his arms as he did too.
I really don't know what I did with this... oops..? And this is really rushed and doesn't have many Frans moments so :c
However~ the small memory of their conversation was actually in the original comic, so it's canon (｀・ω・') (well except the last moment of when G got mad at Frisk and beat her, of course.)
Also, I have almost no ideas, so requests will be appreciated very much~!
(I barely posted this in time. I'll have to edit this later, so there will be mistakes for now!) (Edit: It has been edited!)
~Wolfie
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