Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

*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.