A/N: Lonnie is property of shadowsoyaca and is being used with his permission. Please keep in mind that OC character are an exception and will only be added if I can find a place for them, if they are added at all.

You were asleep peacefully exploring whatever dream it was you were having when morning came around again. Asriel didn't want to wake you up as the look of complete innocence on your face reminded him of a lot of past memories. However, Asriel had to do what he had to and he carefully approached your bed.

"Rise and shine ____," he gently shook your shoulder as he spoke in a soft voice.

You began to awaken from your slumber, shuddering from the unfamiliar sensation of Asriel's hand on your shoulder.

Another gentle shake finally caused your eyes to flutter open.

"Hey," he greeted you with a hint of discomfort in his voice.

"Hey," you returned his greeting in a somewhat tired voice.

Asriel still wasn't over what happened yesterday. It was obvious that he wasn't. His smile looked forced and his eyes held a sense of regret in a way you've rarely seen before.

"Are you still thinking about what happened yesterday?" There was a hint of concern in your voice.

"Kinda." His eyes trailed off and his voice sounded discouraged.

"It's alright, seriously. We all have a bad day every once in a while. Just be glad you haven't seen me on one of those bad days yet," you said trying to sound encouraging, even drifting off into a more humorous tone.

Asriel sighed, his rueful expression lightening slightly. "If you say so."

"Why don't you go and take a shower. Maybe that will help you clear your mind," you said in a calming manner. Like it or not, over the past days you began to see Asriel as a real friend. You may have had your disagreements, but in the end, he showed that he does care about you.

"I already did. It's almost seven in the morning." Asriel began to sound more cheerful. He seemed to pick up on your concern for him and took it as a good sign.

"WHAT! It's almost seven? Doesn't your alarm go off at six?" You exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah. I mean, you did ask me to change my alarm, remember?" Asriel seemed to have returned to his friendly and courteous nature.

"So you just let me sleep in? You do remember that I need to take a shower, right?" you asked frantically. While you did appreciate his kind gesture, it went down like a lead balloon.

"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the gesture but I only asked you to change your alarm to something not as loud. I was totally fine with getting up at six," you continued.

"Alright, got it!" he happily exclaimed. "I'll change my alarm to something that isn't as loud as the previous one and then we'll just continue our normal morning routine."

It took you a moment to realize just how late it was. Once the realization hit you, you jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of fresh clothes on your way to the bathroom.

Asriel seemed quite amused as you could hear him chuckle while you turned on the shower. Just as you were about to step underneath the refreshing stream of water, Asriel called out from behind the door.

"Want me to get us breakfast?" his voice muffled by the sound of falling water.

"Yeah, just go ahead and pick something," you blurted out in a hurry.

"Alright, got it," his voice grew more distant as he walked away from the door.

You stepped under the shower and felt how your muscles tensed up as you were doused in cold water. It wasn't painful, but rather a refreshing cold sensation, much like a fresh breeze on a hot summer's day.

By the time you were done and dressed, Asriel was back with breakfast. By the looks of it he did exactly what you asked of him and simply grabbed something.

He came back with two plates, both of them stacked with a generous amount of pancakes.

Once again the pancakes were on point. Whoever cooked them deserved every single compliment they get.

"I didn't know you're allowed to take breakfast to your room," you said in a mildly surprised voice.

"That's because you're not. At least under normal circumstances. Though seeing as I'm not only the prince of all monsters, but also the founder's son I get a pass," Asriel responded with a smile on his face.

"What are these special circumstances, if you don't mind me asking?" you looked at Asriel with an expression of genuine curiosity.

"Simple. When you're ill or otherwise unable to attend classes you are given the pass like breaking your leg. But let's just hope that doesn't happen," he responded in his usual manner.

You finished breakfast and began walking to your classes.

"You go ahead, I'll just return these plates real quick," Asriel said quickly excusing himself and taking a detour to the cafeteria.

You simply continued onward, passing numerous other students in the process.

It was in a single moment of carelessness, in which you bumped into another student. In that brief moment of contact, a series of images flashed through your mind.

First you saw a park with numerous shrubbery and a lake located in the middle.

The next image was a dark room with countless towering shelves looking like giants and stacks of boxes appearing like walls.

The last thing you saw was a grand and pristine mansion.

After a few seconds, you snap back into reality. You look around to see who you bumped into, but the student was long gone. They didn't even bother to say sorry or check if you're alright.

"What a jerk," you whispered in agitation as you continued to scan the hallway. You didn't even managed to catch as much as a glimpse of them.

"____, are you alright? You kinda spaced out there for a moment," Asriel asked in a concerned tone.

You flinched, startled by Asriel's sudden appearance.

"Yeah, I'm fine. As you said, I just kinda spaced out a little. Sorry if I've worried you," you quickly blurted out, too occupied with the thoughts that were running through your head.

What did those images mean? And why do they give you this uncanny feeling of familiarity? It was like a weird feeling of reverse déjà-vu. You knew for a fact that you've never been to any of these places and yet it felt like you did.

You had the sneaking suspicion that Asriel knew something that could give you the answers, but for now you decided to keep it to yourself.

With those weird and new memories burned into your brain, you continued on your way to your first class.

During the first set of classes, your mind continuously drifted back to those foreign memories. Just where did they come from and why show up now? It was all so sudden and none of it made any real sense.

It wasn't until lunch break, when Asriel finally picked up on your distanced expression.

"Something's bothering you, I can see it on your face," Asriel looked at you with a concerned expression.

"Well, yeah. I do have something on my mind," you said as your voice began to drift off.

"Mind telling me?" he pressed further.

"It's another question about my past, but you probably wouldn't answer it anyway," you answered in a dismissive tone.

Asriel remained silent at your response and looked off to the side with a guilty expression.

Lunch continued on and at some point, Asriel let his gaze wander across the cafeteria. It was almost like he was looking for someone.

At some point he stopped and let his eyes focus on someone sitting on the other side of the room.

You quickly picked up on his newfound fixation and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you recognize someone?" you asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. He looks pretty familiar," Asriel answered in a curious tone.

You looked over in the direction Asriel was starring and met a cold gaze starring back sending a shiver down your spine.

"I don't know about you but he's giving me a really bad feeling. Something about that guy just doesn't seem right to me," you spoke in an unsure voice. Something about that guy was off, but you had no idea what it could be.

"I think you're just being a little paranoid," Asriel said in a joking tone.

"Could be," you simply agreed.

Once lunch passed you moved on to the next set of classes. You still couldn't focus as your mind returned to those flashing images over and over again occupying every single thought on your mind.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realize that the teacher was calling your name. The teacher slammed his hand down onto your desk.

"Y-yes?" Your head jerked up and your heart skipped several beats.

"Mr. ____, I'm going to assume you already know everything about our current topic if you feel like you can simply slack off like that," the teacher spoke in a very displeased tone.

"I'm sorry, sir. I currently have personal issues on my mind," you said in an apologetic tone.

"Try to focus on class next time, understood?" the teacher warned calmly. Even though he sounded a little irritated, he still let you off the hook quite easily. He was probably told of your circumstances.

Classes eventually passed and the next drama practice was rapidly approaching.

You and Asriel were sitting in your shared room, and for once Asriel was actually reading his script. Maybe he does take the drama club more serious than you initially though.

"So, you finally decided to learn your lines for drama practice?" you playfully mocked.

"Yeah. I know that I should have looked at my lines. I actually feel kinda stupid now. I only have to say two or three things in the beginning," he said with a slight chuckle. "Anyway, I guess it's about time we go. Wouldn't want to make the others wait," He added as he got up from his bed.

You nodded and began walking to the drama club.

The moment you stepped inside the club room, you noticed that something was off. A weird aura permeated the air and most club members had a look of concern on their face.

Among all the other club members you spotted one student, you haven't seen before and he immediately gave you a bad vibe. He had short, black hair, gelled back into spikes. His eyes were crimson and you spotted a scar across his right cheek.

"Hey guys, good to see you," Elena said approaching you with her usual upbeat nature.

"Hi Elena," Asriel greeted back.

"Who's that guy?" you asked in an uncertain voice as you pointed at the new guy.

"That's Lonnie. He's going to fill in for Mike today. You know, the guy that played the dude from the slums. He got into a bit of an accident so he can't participate in practice," Elena answered casually.

You were pretty suspicious. A club member getting involved in an accident that prevented him from attending practice and suddenly a new guy conveniently shows up to replace him.

"Does he even know the lines he's supposed to recite?" Asriel asked in a curious tone.

"Surprisingly yes. He knows his lines perfectly," Elena responded in amazement.

Now things were even more suspicious. There was no way the guy could know his lines that quickly. Something didn't quite add up with this situation. Setting your worries aside, you quickly recited your lines through your head as everyone got into position.

Soon after, the practice began once again beginning with you talking to your advisor.

"Do we have any news from the west?" you spoke in a cold and stern voice while looking at your advisor with a serious expression.

"No, nothing. We were unable to gather any further information on the choir. My apologies," he apologized, bowing in respect.

You let out a long, worried sigh.

"They say no news are good news, but in this case I'd beg to differ. If the choir succeeds in their endeavors we'll have an unparalleled crisis at our hands. I cannot allow that to happen," you said in a determined tone. The choir could not be allowed to succeed and you would do everything in your might to make sure it doesn't happen.

"My lord, why do you concern yourself with the actions of the choir? The city of stars lies on the continent far in the west. Their business is their own," your advisor spoke in a questioning tone, oblivious to the threat the choir posed.

"I assume you know about the celestial children, the gods born from the cosmos itself. Should the choir succeed in summoning them, I do not dare think what the consequences could be. Just imagine waging war against the gods themselves. I simply cannot allow that to happen, for the sake of my people and allies," you said your resolve unparalleled. It was as if you were ready to take on the god right then and there.

"If that is the case, I will see our efforts doubled," your advisor responded in a serious manner.

"Very well. You are dismissed."

With a single motion of your hand you dismissed your advisor.

You were just about to return to your duties, when you spotted a figure walking up the marble hallway that led to your throne. Their pace was quick and their expression was one of fury.

"You reign is over! We, the people living in the slums, demand justice. You let your own people starve while you live a leisure life. Have you seen all those people that suffered with only the bare minimum? We will no longer accept it! Hand over the throne and we might let you live," a citizen with a familiar looking face yelled at you.

"I beg your pardon? Do you have any idea how much I've done for those few people that live in the slums? Do you know how many people I've offered a job and how many accepted my offers and now live a good life? DO YOU? The only people that still live in the slums are those that refuse to work," you answered him in a furious tone as you expression turned into a glare of contempt.

It was only seconds later when you realized that you were familiar with the person in front of you.

"Hold on, you look familiar," you said voice became menacing as your face became twisted by the sheer anger you felt.

"YOU, out of all people, have the nerve to accuse me of not doing enough! After everything I have tried to help you, you have the gall to blame me!" you blurt out booming with an inhumane, ungodly fury.

"All these opportunities I presented to you, and all these chances I gave you. You could have become anything from a simple baker to a renowned scientist. I even offered you a position as a royal weaver. You rejected each and every job I could offer you," you spoke down to him, disgusted by his audacity.

"But fine, tell me. What do you think I should do, to make your lives more bearable?" you asked impatiently with an expression of scorn on your face. You braced yourself for whatever ridiculous proposal they were about to name.

"It's simple. Increase the money we receive," he confidently stated convinced that he was in the right.

"For what? Being lazy? Why should I pay you, a citizen that refuses to work, more money than those who work each and every day," you rebutted as you spoke in a mocking voice.

"Then I'll have to take your throne by force!" He assumed a fighting stance, determined to pry your throne from your hands.

"Then so be it. But first," you said rising from your throne. You threw your sword at your opponent's feet as a mocking gesture.

"Go ahead and pick it up. You're going to need it more than I do," you said taunting him even further.

He attempted to pick up the blade but found himself unable to wield it properly.

"Pathetic. You don't even know how to hold a sword properly, yet alone how to fight with one," you mocked him as you approached him slowly.

He tried to swing the sword at you but you quickly deflected the attack with a punch against the blades blunt part, knocking him off balance in the process. You used the moment and pretend to grab him by his throat and he was lifted in the air by the attached ropes.

"What a pathetic display. I tried everything to help you but had to refuse every offer I made. Just look where it got you. You only came to die here," you said looking deep into his eyes as you spoke in indifference.

It was at that moment, when you found yourself at an entire different place. You were no longer in the drama club, attending practice. Instead you found yourself sitting in a garden in front of a mansion.

You could feel the cold of the night nibble at your skin as you looked around. The mansion in front of you looked familiar. It was the same mansion you saw earlier, no doubt about it. You were pondering what exactly happened, when the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention.

You looked up and were promptly met with a terribly loud screech that left you ears ringing. If that wasn't bad enough, you also saw a ball of fire flying at you. Just as the ball was about to connect, you snapped back to reality.

"Are you alright?" Lonnie asked looking at you with a concerned expression with his hand placed on your shoulder.

You simply brushed his hand off you. Something about his expression bothered you. In fact, Lonnie himself, gave you a very uncanny feeling. It's probably just the scar. Regardless of this mysterious man, you shook the concerning thoughts away as they did not seem to help your anxiety.

"____ seriously? What's was that? You totally spaced out all of a sudden," Elena exclaimed clenching her script. There was no doubt in your mind that she was displeased. Asriel quickly went to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She almost took his head off with a swing of her arm, but catching the gaze of his eyes and hearing what he had to say cooled her temper. Asriel then made his way towards you.

"Are you sure you're alright? That's the second time you spaced out today," Asriel said running over to you with a seriously concerned expression.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Really," you said reassuringly trying to play off the entire situation.

Something was going on and you didn't like it one bit. This was the second time you had some type of weird vision, but it was much more vivid than just a few images flashing in your mind.

"Well, I guess we might as well call it a day," Elena said disappointedly deciding to end practice for today.

You and Asriel immediately returned to your room. Not a word was spoken, but you could feel his worried expression looking toward you. Once the door was closed, Asriel immediately turned to you.

"Are you sure you're alright? You've been acting kinda weird today," He said with great worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine. There is no need to worry about me," you responded in a reassuring way.

Asriel was seemingly satisfied with your answer and looked over to the console.

"Do you want to play a round or two?" he asked in a hopeful tone.

"Sorry, but I'm feeling pretty tired. I'm off to bed. Tomorrow, promise," you answered in an apologetic voice.

After a quick trip to the bathroom you crawled underneath the covers, thinking about today's events. That one vision kept replaying in your mind, almost as if it was stuck on repeat.

Was this a memory or was this a weird dream? Or could this be an "alternative timeline" that Asriel talked about? It wouldn't be all that bad if it wasn't for the fact that you spotted Asriel's silhouette in the brief moment before the fireball flew at you. Did he actually kill you in a different timeline? Was that the reason he doesn't want to talk to you about your past self?