~ 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 ~ [𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟]

Chapter 3: Stolen

You and Frisk stayed under that table for 5 solid minutes. Mr. Asgore did not return.

The human ambassador was periodically clenching and unclenching their fists, desperate to do something.

You, however, were just fine where you were. Mr. Asgore could do it. He could do anything. And if even he went into action, then so would the guard. You were just fine staying under the table, safe.

But you felt a tug.

As another loud boom went off, you watched Frisk scoot out from under the table. "That's it," they muttered. "I'm done sitting around."

"Frisk—" You held out a hand to stop them, but it was too late. They were gone, determined to help the people.

With a sigh, you curled your legs closer to your body. Picking at your sweater, you allowed your eyelids to droop. Despite the many bangs and booms, you were still very tired.

Without even realizing it, your eyes had closed and your mind was drifting. Your SOUL gave a weak pulse, trying in vain to keep you awake. But it wasn't enough. You fell asleep.

The world suddenly exploded in color.

Blinking hard, you gazed at the colors that were moving even faster and more chaotic than before. Frantic.

One color stood out. If it was a color, that is. It seemed to static in and out of reality, constantly changing without moving. It disturbed you, and you somehow knew that it was this that was causing all of the chaos.

Then two lights flickered into view—an outline and a white monster SOUL. They seemed to be fighting harder than all of the other SOULS, especially the monster one. Was it just you, or did it seem light blue?

That's when you saw it.

A golden light, brilliant and strange and warm, snapped into reality. You stared as it glided, almost on thin air, towards the chaos-maker.

You couldn't just stand here and do nothing.

You had to help.

*Deciding that you're going to help rather than hide fills you with KINDNESS.

You opened your eyes to the same room, with the exception of tipped plants and spilled dirt. Taking a deep breath, you scooted out from underneath the table and got to your feet. Another boom went off as you shivered slightly in fear. Too late to go back now, (Y/N).

Cautiously, you made your way up to the entrance. All of the plants were nearly destroyed, and the roof was gone. You gasped softly, and almost went running back to the safety of under the table. But you didn't.

Reaching for the door, you mumbled, "C'mon, (Y/N). It's not that bad. You can do this."

You stepped outside and almost immediately went running.

Smoke rose from nearly every building. Screams and cries filled the air, and you pulled your sweater sleeves further down. Squeezing your (E/C) eyes shut tight, you took a shaky breath. "You can do this."

Step after step after frightened step, you went closer and closer to the anarchy. And there, standing on the ruins of a huge building, was a figure.

He was mostly unscathed, dark arms open as if ready for a hug. The grating, pixel-y laugh that reverberated off of building ruins begged to differ. Ducking behind a building, you watched two pale monsters—one with a huge paintbrush, the other with a blue scarf—approach with weapons bared.