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

Internal Conflict with an Angel

 It was a beautiful day outside like any other. There were a few clouds in sight, yet the sun still shone brightly. Looking up, little (Y/N), who was only a few years old at the time, had imagined the sun wearing sunglasses, even if it didn't need anything. She smiled, her hand holding a bucket, which at the time had a hole in it, constantly dropping water without her knowing. Skipping, she went back into the umbrella, the meeting place where her mother slept underneath the shade. I want to see if she'll notice and like this, little (Y/N) thought, putting the bucket on the side while the water slowly dripped away. Grabbing as much sand as she could, she scooped up many granules just to dig a hole of her size. Well, it may have taken a few hours or so, but it was totally worth it...or so she thought.

Anyways, a few hours passed while her mother slept. (Y/N) looked over to her mother, her legs and hair completely covered in sand. Wait, not completely, more so mostly covered. Still, she smiled, jumping into the hole she made for herself, a permanent grin on her face. "Wee," She exclaimed, the only thing visible was her head. Scratch off when I said mostly covered. She smiled, the sand feeling so ticklish around her body and in between her toes. Wiggling, she beamed, saying, "Mom! Mom!" over and over until she woke up.

"What is it, dear..." Her mother said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes. It took her a few seconds to realize that her daughter was covered head to shoulders in sand. Freaking out, she ran her fingers through her hair, a look of terror on her face. "I sleep for a few minutes and you already got yourself buried six feet under!!"

"Mom, it's fine!" She reassured, her smile fading a bit. "I'm not dead..."

"You could be though!" She said, kneeling next to her head. At that moment, though a smile found its way to her face as she shook her head, laughing. "Just, what made you think of this, exactly?"

"Well, I thought you'd like it." (Y/N) grinned, unable to put her hands on her hips. "If you saw me though, I'm putting my hands on my hips to clear it up. But I can't..."

With that, her mother laughed with a snort or two. (Y/N)'s smile brightened as they spent the rest of the hour trying to dig her up...

Tears had found their way to (Y/N)'s face, now in the present time, laying down on her bed. That was one of the most prized memories she remembered, going back to it to cheer her up, but ever since the incident, it had been ruined. She never would have thought it would dim, the memory making sadness and misery instead of happiness and glee. Balling up her fists, she sat up and curled up into a ball, the tears dropping from her cheek. "I miss you, mom...I need you, mom..." She sobbed quietly, looking to the window in her room.

The window glistened in the morning glow, the drops of water shining ever so beautifully in the ray of sunshine. (Y/N) couldn't see the beauty in it nonetheless, her tears the only thing she could see and feel. Ever since the incident, she's been an emotional wreck, crying almost every night as the nightmare kept on recurring. Despite that, she put on a smile each and every day, trying her best to reassure everyone that she was okay. She didn't want them worrying over her, wanting them protecting her while risking their lives in the process. She didn't want anyone carrying her burden. Yet, despite thinking that, she wanted them to know, wanted the burden to be lighter, wanted the bad times to end. Everything has to come to an end. Though, who knew when it was going to be an end for her struggle. A few weeks had passed and she had still kept on the mask on her face, her facade breaking for no one. She thought she'd go undetected, her life resuming like it should. Yet, nothing slips that easily in her life.

In the meantime, she sat on the couch in the Dreemurr's household, waiting ever so patiently for the love of her life to get back from the kitchen. Following an update on Asriel's side of his life, he had noticed (Y/N)'s struggle. He had wanted to answer her call for help yet, he didn't know what was wrong with her. Whenever he had her over, she would always ask to use the restroom before locking herself up and sobbing as quietly as she can. He would listen to her, leaning against the wall while tears also welled up in his eyes. He felt helpless whenever she cried like that, yet she couldn't face her about it. She'll just say she wasn't, that it was the toilet or whatever. She'll pin the blame on something else then actually talking about it. Asriel couldn't change who she was yet...he wanted to. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, wanted to talk to her...Everything is just messed up, basically.