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

Swirling Storm Inside *cue FROZEN*

Third Person's POV

"Wait, what did you just say?" Frisk asked, confused with the question, wondering if they got her misunderstood. Looking at the red in her eyes and the shadow enveloping her, they carefully moved back, knowing that this wasn't (Y/N) anymore.

"You heard what I said." She snapped, her eyes blazing red as she turned back to Asriel. "Do you still love her, huh?! Do you? Am I just a pawn you use to get by things in school. I bet you don't even love me! You faker!"

"No, (Y/N), I love you. I-I..." He stuttered, shocked from the sudden turn in things. Looking into her eyes, he too noticed that she wasn't herself. Her hair was static, spreading wide and standing on her head. In her eyes was a deep read, unfriendly light, along with blood red tears streaming down her cheek. "(Y-Y/N), please, calm down."

"I'm not going to calm down!" She screamed, a red light enveloping her, shortly turned into black. Her pupils covered the whites of her eyes, turning it a pitch dark black. The red tears turned into orange, then yellow; to green then cyan; to blue then purple, finally turning black as the storm got even worse than before. The blizzard roared, shaking the house as the ceiling was packed with snow and hail. "Why can't you see her?! Why can't you see her when she's beside you!"

"Who's her?" Asriel tilted his head, cupping his hands around his mouth to sound louder than the storm raging on outside. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"And how do you expect me to believe that!" She said raising her hand. Flames emitted from it, draining into her arm and into her hair. Her pupils reflected the colors of the souls, even new colors: gold and silver. She raised her hand higher and slapped it across Asriel's face, knocking him backwards into the couch. His face stung, turning from red to a deep purple within seconds. It burned, making tears well up in his eyes while (Y/N)'s eyes glowed again, pitch black liquid pouring onto the ground and staining the floor. In her hand was a scythe, slowly rising over her head as a grin appeared, spreading all over her face. "Well, there is only one way to end this."

And in that moment, the scythe turned into a bloody knife as her eyes shadowed even more (if that's even possible). The grin on her face was fierce and a sign of insanity. A creepy giggle, one that Chara used to do, came out of her mouth as the knife neared Asriel's face. He let out a little scream as the knife barely missed his skin, a tiny cut appearing right underneath his eye. He shut his eyes shut, tears streaming from it as he saw his life flash by in his eyes. There was a picture of him being born, of him being friends with Chara, of him loving her. There were memories of him and (Y/N) in the park, of him and Frisk playing Spinning the Truth together, laughing and rolling on the floor. All these things had flashed by within seconds. Asriel screamed in his head; She wouldn't kill me, I know that; I know that she loves me, and I love her. This is all just a bad dream...

Suddenly, (Y/N)'s arm began to shake, along with her entire body. The liquid running down her face was disappearing quickly, and so was her grin. The knife in her hand turned into dust and floated away into the air. She looked up, seeing the scar forming on Asriel's face, the tears on her face flowing down. Though, unlike a few minutes ago, these were real tears, made from salt water as she felt it get in her mouth. She got up on her feet and rushed outside to the door. "I'm sorry..." She cried, opening up the door and running into the snow-white blizzard.

"(Y/N)! NO!" Asriel screamed, jumping to his feet as he rushed to the opened door. Snow littered the carpet as he shivered, rubbing his hands against the top of his arms. "(Y-Y/N), please...come back." He called out into the endless white. "I'm coming after you."

With that, he put on every precautionary clothing: hats, multiple jackets, and scarves. By the time he was done, he was about 2 times his actual size, sweating like it was the hottest day in June. He looked to Frisk with a determined look on his face. "Don't come. This is my problem." He told them, not looking back as he left them by walking out the door. It was about 12 degrees with a wind chill of -10. With every step meant that there was a closer chance of never coming back, freezing on the frozen road below him. He buried his face in his multiple scarves and looked up. His fur was now completely covered in snow, melting within impact. He shivered, trying his best to open his eyes with no success. He called out her name, getting nothing but the whistle of the blizzard back. Trudging forward, his feet began to get cold as they became number. His nose, wet with snow, began to have tiny icicles. His breaths became raspy as he started to become even more weak. "(Y/N), please...come back." He got out before he collapsed into the snow.