Your POV
"You aren't welcome here..." A deep voice whispered into your ear, chilling you down to the bone. You heard something from downstairs and then the closed door burst open. Asriel..? "Y-Y/n?" He whispered hoarsely, looking at the slightly taller figure standing behind you. You moved your hands silently and quickly so the figure couldn't see. 'Help me, I have an idea.' You signed, 'Throw something, anything behind the guy, then switch off the lights. I'll run towards you and we can leave then.' He nodded slightly and grabbed some keys from his pocket, the man behind you eyeing his every move. Clang!! The man let go to spin around and see what was behind him as Asriel switched off the lights and you ran towards him. Quickly, you sprinted out the room, slamming the door shut on the way out, and running out of the house."P-Phew.." You mumbled, leaning on a lamp post. "W-We ran f-f-far.." Asriel laughed slightly while holding his side and breathing heavily. You giggled slightly and then turned back towards Asriel's house. 'Blue mist..?' You thought, tapping Asriel's shoulder. He didn't reply. Tap tap. No reply. TAP TAP. No reply. TAP TAP !! Still he stared at something in the distance. "H-Hey Asriel!!" You stuttered quietly, the blue mist only a few metres away. "I-I think we s-should leave.. B-Blue Mist.. Come o-on!!" You shouted, grabbing Asriel's clothes and dragging him towards whatever he was staring at and away from the mist. "You can run, but you can never hide~" That voice! You shrieked and ran, pulling Asriel behind you. "H-Huh.. Where are we going?!" Shouted Asriel, finally snapping out of the trance he was in.
"Uh we are.. We're running from that man!" You pronounced loudly, letting Asriel go. He ran a bit quicker than you. You and him turned a corner, gasping, as you stared at a blank wall. "No where to run now~" he whispered, sending chills down both of your spines....
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A rose in a bush of thorns - Asriel X Reader [CONTINUED]
FanficAsriel X Reader - "It was a day like any other for you, a young child of 8. You were skipping around the fresh garden surrounding the mountain that you loved to go to every early morning, around 5 am or so."