Frisk screamed again. Toriel must be getting worried. Frisk ended crying.

"Frisk? What are you doing here?" There was Asriel.

He hadn't changed a bit over the years, even though he was taller.

Frisk smiled, "Asriel! Please help me!"

Asriel didn't say anything and carried Frisk to a small house.

"This is where you live?" Frisk questioned.

Asriel nodded, "Yes."

"Okay..." Frisk sighed.

Asriel  walked inside and set Frisk down on the couch.

Frisk frowned, "... Asriel?"

"What?" Asriel asked, sounding kind of annoyed.

Frisk sighed, "Why doesn't you come back? Everyone would be s-" CRASH!

Frisk stared at the broken plate. Asriel just glared at Frisk.

"Get. Out. NOW." He growled.

Frisk frowned, "Asriel, I can't-" "- Now, Frisk! Go before I change my mind and kill you."

Frisk ran, as best as they could, out of the house and the woods, getting their basket of apples.

Something had happened.

Asriel had changed.

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"Hee hee hee. Doesn't that child have anything better to do?"

"Probably not..."

"Ha! What an idiot! Right, Asriel?"

"... right..."

"You should have seen the look on Frisk's face when I broke the plate!"

"Go away..."

"You really are an idiot."

"Shut it. Go away."

"... fine... but I'll be back."