When you return to the living room, you see G and Frisk sitting on the couch, watching the news. You read the headline aloud. "Police start manhunt for 2 escapees. Like they'll find us here." You walk into the kitchen and look through the cupboards for something to snack on. After finding a bag of chips, you walk back into the living room and sit on a recliner they just so happened to have. "Why don't you sit with us, Y/N?" G offers. "Nah. I don't want to get in between you and your girlfriend." You finish your sentence snickering. Before you know it, G lunges at you, causing you to fall out of the recliner. Frisk starts to panic, and runs out of the room to get Papyrus. You and G roll around, fighting on the floor. After a while, G pins you down to the floor by your shoulders. "Ready to give up, Y/N?" You just lay there, staring at his eye sockets. One was glowing a bright yellow. "Never." You respond. G puts some pressure on your shoulders, making you hiss out in pain. "Is that enough to convince you?" You let out a small "No", trying to ignore the pain. He puts a little more pressure on your shoulders, making you moan in pain. At that moment, Papyrus came in to sort out the situation. "BROTHER, WHY ARE YOU AND YOUR FRIEND ON THE FLOOR? AND WHY DID SHE MAKE THAT WEIRD SOUND?" Papyrus had looked at this the wrong way. "N-no! Bro, it's not what you think!" Frisk signs something that makes G get off of you. He awkwardly scratches the back of his skull, muttering a sorry. You try getting up, but fall back down. "Heh. You really did a number on me, G. Now I can't get up." Papyrus had to lift you up and onto the couch with his magic. Frisk gave you some ice packs to numb the pain. G helped in feeding you and watched you when you fell asleep. All while feeling guilty.
Your shoulders had always been a problem. You guessed you were just born with it. The doctors you went to told you that there was something wrong with your muscles, but after telling them that you had felt this kind of pain since you were an infant, they had no answer. So, you've learned to live with it. You made sure not to overwork or lift anything heavier than yourself. If the pain came, you would always take a hot shower and go to bed, whatever time of day it was. Sure, you cried sometimes, but you had gotten used to it.
You had woken up at sunrise the next day, a sleepy G lying next to you. You shoved him off the couch, causing him to wake up, a thud resonating throughout the small house. "Ow..." G sits up rubbing his backside and looked up at you, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. Your messy hair created some kind of halo-nest at the top of your head. Once your vision was cleared you look towards G who was still on the floor, staring at you. "Hello? G? Earth to G!" He snaps out of his daze and gets up. "Mornin' sleeping beauty." You yawn and follow him into the kitchen, finding Papyrus making breakfast. "Are you always this flirty in the morning?" You ask your partner. "Well, I am the flirt master." You look at him, unimpressed. "No one calls you that, weirdo." Papyrus puts two plates of pancakes on the table. "ENJOY!" You and G thank him before wolfing down the pancakes in two minutes flat. Frisk walks into the kitchen, seeing you two trying to see who could gulp down their juice faster. She giggles, grabs her plate and starts walking back to her room. "Why don't you come eat here, Frisk?" You suggest. All she does is turn back to the both of you, smile and leave. "What was that for?" You ask G. He just shrugs in return. (Little do you guys know, Frisk secretly ships you two.)