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

I need Answers...

Third Person's POV

You woke up, covered in cold sweat. You eye was still glowing a shade of bright (f/c), the flames illuminating the room. Soon enough, you started to hyperventilate, trying to make sense of the dream you just had. That child, that you so happened to kill with the ceiling falling mentioned the name of "Frisk" one of your closest friends. What scared you the most was that they'd said they would kill Asriel, your now boyfriend and love of your life, if you didn't give them what they wanted- your soul. Your mind, spinning, was telling you to get out of this, stop this demon child before anything bad can happen to your friends, to your family. You told yourself that you shouldn't give into their plans, that they shouldn't have your soul. Who knows what other things they are capable of? This dream...it just feels so real. The way you would always feel pain in your chest whenever they'd kill you; the way that somehow your eyes would still stay glowing....it would feel too real. Maybe I need to talk about this to someone, you though, rubbing your eyes. The clock next to you read 11 AM while outside told you otherwise. It was raining, the clouds outside dark and filled to the brim with rain; the sound of water droplets hitting the window filling your ears. It was surprisingly soothing, causing you to stop breathing so hard, your breath calming. You looked outside once again as you took in the scenery.

Finally, the alarm clock rang at precisely 12 after an hour of watching the rain droplets settle on your windowsill. You yawned, sitting up and once again rubbing your eyes. You grabbed your sock that was now levitating off the ground along with your slippers. It took you a moment to realize...and it clicked in your mind. What the fu- how are these floating, you asked yourself, blinking twice to make sure you weren't imagining things. But still, there it was, floating in front of your face. Instead of panicking, you just sighed, shaking your head. In this world it seemed that everything was possible; the fact that monsters did exist proved that, along with your powers. You might have just been in a coma for all you care. Despite that, though, you managed to swipe up your socks and slippers and reluctantly trudged out and down the stairs. The sound of a kettle filled your ears as you stepped into the kitchen. "Afternoon NaNa," You greeted, sitting in one of the chairs at the .

"Morning." She answered back, not looking behind. She was baking her world-famous chocolate chip pancake. Delicious and fluffy as it is, she'd only make it on special occasions, no matter how much you beg to her to make it. After all, it was one of your favorite foods. The smell filled your nose, making your mouth water and drool. "So, wait, NaNa, what's the reason behind the pancakes?" You asked, looking at her confused.

"Well, does it have to be an occasion? I'm in a good mood today, so I just want to spend it with my favorite niece." She replied, smiling at me.

"Your only niece." You sighed, smiling at her contagious attitude. You waited, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you. It was surprisingly a calm morning despite your dream that you had, and after the events of yesterday. Once you remembered, you sighed heavily, the feeling of Asriel's lips still you yours. Hearing all of this, your aunt turned to you, raising an eyebrow and lowering the pan in her hand. "What's with that love-struck expression on your face? Does this Asriel have anything to do with it?" She asked, tilting her head like a puppy.

"Oh, it's nothing. We just kissed that's all-" You suddenly blurted, regretting that you just said that. Immediately, your aunt gasped in excitement, fan-girling and squealing. "Oh my gosh, my little (Y/N) is growing up. You had your first kiss just yesterday. Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"Because I knew you'd act like this. You always do." You sighed, putting your face in your hands. Why did I say that, you asked yourself, groaning? Ever since you had moved in with her, she'd always ask about your day, squealing whenever the topic of a boy comes up, even if it was about a boy beating you in a competition that you spent hours on preparing or something. You had gotten used to it nonetheless, though you'd still get annoyed a bit when she does it. "But I'm not going to mind it now. So, are the pancakes ready yet?"