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

what happened?

Third point of view:

Frisk sat on the ground as G sat on his mattress. Since they both returned from the calling booths, G hasn't said one word and it was scaring the shit out of Frisk. No matter how much times she tried annoying him, flirting with him, and making jokes, it all lead to one thing. Silence. It was pissing her off. Frisk sat in her corner, thinking about what she could possibly do to get G to annoy her. She didn't know why she wanted to be annoyed, she probably just missed his voice.

No, she did miss his voice.

His cheesy lines.

His teasing.

His nicknames.

Frisk sighed and shook her head. No no no no. She wouldn't let herself think that. Frisk watched the cell open and got up, watching G get up as well. He walked past her. Of course, that would e a normal thing for someone to do, but G would usually just shove past her, but instead he had mumbled something Frisk was sure she would never hear from him again.

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"Excuse me." G mumbled as he slid past frisk and onto the line. Frisk stood in shock, but got on the line