Your pov
I sat in my living room, watching some anime. I brushed my (hair color) hair out of my face, and continued watching. Suddenly, a crash came from the kitchen making you jump. "What the hell was that?" I thought. I decided it was nothing, and watched as the character blackstar attempted to fight. Shing! That definitely meant something had to be in the kitchen. I got up, and walked over into the kitchen, armed with my febrese. I saw a tall figure, with dark hair, and a little bit of red flood at the top. He had an eight bit D at the front of his shirt, and pale grey skin. He had someone with him. Another man, much smaller, and less muscular. Suddenly, my phone went off in my pocket. "Saro eba tadashe imo hiba!" Damn it why did my ringtone have to be Japanese. Both of the men turned, making my stomach jump.
Antis pov
Mark and I heard what sounded to be a Japanese ringtone, and we both turned around. A young teen stood. She looked about nineteen. She had a febrese bottle in one of her hands. We all stood for a moment be fore she shouted; "BREATHE HAPPY MOTHERFUCKER!" And chunked the can at me. I gasped, and it whacked my face. "OW!" I wailed. "Dude, come on! She's getting away!" Dark shouted to me. I wiped my nose and shifted into a wolf. "I ran as fast as my four legs could carry me. Finally we caught up to her, and I tackled her. She was thrashing, screaming 'please don't kill me!' I growled, and slashed her face, leaving behind bloody claw marks. She screamed, and tried to push me off. I went to bite her, but an electrical shock waved through my bday, causing me to howl, and shift back into a human. "What the fuuuck?!" I screamed, turning to see Dark pushing a button to my shock collar. "Don't kill her!" Dark insisted.
Your pov
They were distracted, now is my chance! I thought, and made a break for it. They didn't seem to notice. I ran into my bedroom, locked the door, and hid under my dresser. I had always hidden under my dresser as a kid, and no one knew where I was. Suddenly, there was running down the hallway. My breathing stopped as the handle jiggled. Click. Your heart sank as you heard the door open, and footsteps approach the room. "Where did she go?!" "I don't fookin know!" I heard the two bicker. Suddenly, I felt a sneeze. Oh no, that was it, I'm dead. I thought, and wanted to start crying. "Achoo!" The talking stopped, and you started softly crying. They were crazy, and possibly demons if you could label them as that. They approached the dresser. I saw an eye. It was glowing green and blue. "Found you." The voice chuckled, and he grabbed my hand. I was sobbing at this point. "Please don't kill me...I don't wanna die..." I choked out. "Too bad." The one holding me exclaimed, and raised a knife I guessed he had in the kitchen. "N-No!" I called. He smiled evily, and swung the butcher's knife down at my neck. I closed my eyes. These were my last moments. I waited...nothing happened. I looked up to see the man with dark hair had grabbed the other man's wrist, and stopped the knife. Blood from the claw marks dripped down, and onto my bedroom carpet. "What the hell?!" The man with the knife yelled. "Don't kill her." He repeated, and yanked the knife out of his hand. "Wha- why?!" They argued. "Hey...I don't even know you guys...please...introduce your selves?" I hopefully asked, knowing they would probably kill me in my sleep. "Sorry miss...we need a place to stay, and my friend here kind of...uh thought the violent way would be correct, but I thought maybe we could compromise." The dark hair man explained. "Ok...i-i'm (y/n)." I greeted, slipping out from knife reach. "Hello, I'm Darkiplier, call me dark." He smiled warmly. "Uh...s-sorry for trying to kill you y/n, um I'm antisepticeye, call me anti." You nodded. Anti had a black and green hoodie, with a blue pupil and green where white should be. His ear went into a point and they were open pierced with eye balls. The floof of his hair was green. "I have one extra room. You guys and sleep there." I smiled at them, and they smiled back. "Why don't I cook something, and you boys go watch something on Netflix downstairs. Then we can all get to know each other a little better." I suggested. "Sure." Anti agreed, and they both walked downstairs with me. I ran into the kitchen to see what damage they did. My cookie jar was on the floor, broken, and the febrese bottle had a little bit of dried blood on it. I cleaned up the mess, and took a deep breath.
Darks pov
Anti and I walked into the living room, and ran to the couch. We saw what y/n was watching some anime. "Niiicccee she like anime." I commented, and we watched the episode she was on. "Shit, I forgot to tell her that I broke the cookie jar." Anti frantically whispered. "Dude, what the hell?! You attacked here nearly killed here and now this?!" I hissed. Suddenly, y/n walked in. "Hey guys! I hope you like butterscotch cinnamon pie, and by the way, which of you broke the cookie jar?" She asked. Anti went white, and I burst out laughing. She giggled. "Its ok dude, calm down." She stated, and sat down in between us. I couldn't help but looks at her curves. What? She's cute ok? I quickly turned away, and blushed as she looked up at me. She ignored it, and gave us each a slice if pie.
Your pov
"So, y/n, what's your hobbies?" Dark asked. "Well, I'm into drums, I love art and I pretty much live in anime." I answered, smiling. "You like drums? Cool me too!" Anti smiled back. I heard dark growl and tried to stifle my giggles. "So, what exactly are you guys?" I asked. "Well, it's kinda a long story but we came from hell to the surface, and we were almost killed in our old house, so we came here and isolated place in the woods." Dark explained. "Yea, we didn't think anyone lived here." Anti agreed. "Well, it was swell of you to scare me like I was gonna die." I grumbled, still giggling a little. "Sorry y/n." They apologized at the same time. Suddenly, I heard my ringtone go off again. "Oh, sorry guys I'll be right back." I said getting up, and walking into the kitchen. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Toriel?" I heard a man's voice say over the phone. "Oh, I'm sorry I believe you have the wrong number." I kindly informed him. "Oh, sorry to bother you...Click." I set my phone down on the counter. I walked back out into the living room, and sat down again. "Sorry about that guys, it was a wrong number." We all talked for a while until we all eventually got tired, and decided to go to bed. I got into my pajamas, and slipped into bed. My eyes fluttered shut, and I fell into a deep sleep.
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A/n: Hey guys. I know from experiences, most people don't read this, but for those who do, if we can shoot for maybe ten reads, I will write another chapter! Peace guys. And also, see how many different references you can find!
