Frisk was so engrossed in her reading. She observed everything, from the stray splatters of ink, and every curve of the artworks. She gently traced the embedded lines with her fingers. She didn't even notice the door slightly creak open.
Asriel looked at her for a moment, taking in her small focused figure. "So you found that."
Frisk jumped up, startled. "U-Um... Am I in trouble..?" She asked warily as she turned around.
Asriel was there, looking at her with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Asriel shook his head. "No... It's just..." He hesitated before walking inside.
He closed the door behind him.
Frisk felt her fear start to take over but she ignored it.
He placed his hand behind his neck. "I... Haven't been in this room for a long time." He said quietly. He looked at the rows of dusty books and sighed. He could feel the memories rushing back to him.
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"Chara, we aren't supposed to be in here!"
"Oh c'mon Azzy! Look at all these cool books! I'm sure mom and dad won't mind. It's just the library!"
"But Chara, don't you wanna do something more fun-- like go exploring or something? Books are kinda boring..."
"Azzy, sometimes reading can be an adventure! Here, lemme show you."
"...fine, okay. If it makes you happy, Chara!"
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Asriel couldn't understand why all of these random memories started flooding back to him ever since Frisk arrived. It was... Unsettling. He couldn't prevent it, though it felt like there was something in him that was trying hard to avoid it.
He walked up to a shelf and pulled off a book. "The human souls..." He mumbled, looking at the cover.
Frisk leaned forward, glancing at it. "...Hey, um, if you don't mind me asking...How many souls have you guys collected so far?" She asked.
Asriel paused. "...Six." He answered.
He remembered what had happened before. Chara fell right after the six humans. Asgore collected the souls, but each child had sacrificed themselves. They had proper burials, honor, and their names were known through the whole Underground. Toriel was glad, though she never approved of the children dying, she was still pleased that Asgore had honored them. And she could never forget the courage and determination the children had to sacrifice themselves like that.
Though as Asriel said this, Frisk's blood ran cold. Six...? Suddenly, as she was reading, something caught her eye. Right at the very last page of the book, someone, in messy handwriting, scrawled on:
"Seven of the mighty traits,
Freedom just at grasp,
Our hearts as one with our faith,
Forever the strong, for eternity will last,
But as the seventh child arrives,
Time will travel and turn to dust,
A turning terror to gain control,
All hope destroyed forever lost.
The Risen Angel will come once more.
The Risen Angel will save us all."
(this was a tyrant tale poem i made on the spot wOWIE i have no life)
Frisk gasped. Didn't Catty mention something about her being the Risen Angel...? Was this... Was this some sort of mistake?
Panicked, Frisk quickly tore off the page and stuck it in her pocket without Asriel noticing. And as time passed, Frisk couldn't remove the thought off her head.
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Tyrant Tale (Asriel x Frisk//Undertale AU)
Fanfiction-What if Asriel never died when he went up to the surface?- "Seven of the mighty traits, Freedom just at grasp, Our hearts as one with our faith, Forever the strong, for eternity will last, But as the seventh child arrives, Time will travel and t...
