When I'm With You (Asriel X Reader Fanfiction)

Suspicion

Heh, sorry for not updating sooner, like I said I would. Things got busy over track-out as well as for school now that I have it. Anyways, I'll post a few more chapters. If you want to read the chapters I already have, go to my Quotev story. Thanks so much for reading this and enjoy!

Frisk's POV

The Judgement Hall was quite. Wind blew my hair in my face, getting into my mouth. Immediately, I spit it out, some of the hairs still in my mouth. Disgusting, I thought, looking forward. I was sitting at the place where Sans would usually judge for my doings; whether I was a pacifist, genocidal maniac, or just simply neutral. I could still remember the time I spent here, the never ending deaths I'd suffered from bones piercing through me. It sent a shiver down my spine. Ahead of me, I heard footsteps approach. It wasn't surprising to see them marching forward, knife in hand. Their face was blurred, along with their color in their clothes and face. Not this again, I thought, walking to them, annoyed at the fact that they were always in my dream. "What do you want this time?" I asked, irritated.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it the pacifist who wouldn't hurt a fly?" The giggled, sounding as if they would glitch in and out of existence. I was used to this nonetheless. This has been happening for a month now. I scowled at them. "I'm sick and tired of this. Now who are you?"

"Woah, there. Let's not get feisty here. I didn't come here to fight. I came here to warn you."

"About what, huh? And why should I listen to you? I don't know nothing 'bout you." I snapped, looking at them furiously, for no apparent reason. By the way they spoke, and by the feeling in my gut, screaming at me to not trust them at all. Something's not right, I thought, taking a step closer to this mysterious person.

"Oh, I think you know who I am. We both know." They creepily smiled at me. It did feel somewhat familiar. The voice, the smile, all familiar. Had I met them before? Then, it all came to me. I had met them in the genocide run, when nothing was left in the underground. They forced me to make the decision to either erase the world or do not. I could remember it now: "Let's erase this pointless world." Those were their exact words, and they matched perfectly. No, it can't be, I thought, frozen in place.

"From the expression on your face, I know you know." They giggled creepily, moving forward yet again, raising their knife. "Greetings, I am Chara."

"W-what d-do you want? I'm n-not k-killing anyone." I stuttered, out of fear that they were going to kill me again, and again, and again. I took a step back, and another. Please don't kill me, I thought in my head, sweat trickling down my forehead. I can still remember the endless nines, then pitch darkness, forever....

"Heheheh, it's funny watching you cower in fear of me. But, despite the fact that this is fun, it's not what I came for." They giggled, dropping their knife on the floor. They walked up to me and sat on the floor, the same exact spot where I would be judged. "Come on, come sit with me."

I reluctantly sat there, not wanting to be in any part involving this. We both knew that I was scared of them, of what they are capable to do at any moment. I sighed and tried to regain my composure. "So, what is it that you're saying, something about warnin' me?"

"Oh, yeah. Have you met someone new in particular? I dunno, with (e/c) eyes, (h/s) (h/c) hair, and (s/c) skin."

Why are they giving a description of (Y/N)? I thought, putting my fingers under my chin. Were they referring to her? Did she do something bad? Is she something bad? I looked up at them, curious at where they are going with this. "Heh, by the expression on your face, I can tell that you know her." They confirmed. Putting their hands in their lap, Chara continued, looking out of the window. "She is not what you think she is. I know something is weird about her. It's as if her determination is stronger than yours."