Yandere Asriel Chapter 1

A Gentle summers breeze flowed through the city on an early morning commute for Frisk, the ambassador for all monsters. Golden flowers lined his walk to work, gently swaying, blowing their sweet scent into Frisk's nose. Sighing he smiled. It's another day to cherish deeply he thought to himself. Small beads of dew adorn the sparkling row of gilded petals, the morning sunlight shimmering and dancing in their reflection. The City hadn't quite woken up yet, the noises of people rushing to work or taking their children to school didn't fill the air, only the breeze and the rustling of leaves accompanied the worlds symphony of gentle bird song. This moment was just for Frisk and the white streak following  just behind him, dancing between foliage and low walls. Noticing a blurry flash out of the corner of his eyes Frisk stopped in his tracks.

The hairs on Frisks neck rose, tickling the back of his stiff collared shirt covered neck. It must be him again, he thought. Frisk was being followed again. Frisk knew that being the human ambassador came with risks, even as a child he'd  accepted that but this.. Having a stalker wasn't the ideal future he'd envisioned when he set out to save everybody in the Underground. It had been a long fought battle through many resets but he'd managed to save them all. Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, Undyne, his adoptive parents; Toriel and Asgore.. Frisk even managed to save Chara and Gaster in a manner of speaking. Releasing them from the shackles of the deep dark below and letting them rest. However his adoptive brother, Asriel was another story. His antics constantly added variety to Frisk's life. He wasn't ungrateful but he had enough on his plate as it was.

Even with his strange behavior, Frisk considered Asriel his closest friend and only brother he could ever need. Sitting in a bush just to the right of Frisk, Asriel was staring intently at his brother, white horns sticking out and above the foliage. He thinks I can't see him, thinks I haven't noticed him following me everywhere thought Frisk. Hearing furious scribbling of pen on paper as Asriel mumbles to himself made frisk frown slightly. An old habit, mused Frisk. Asriel had picked it up shortly after exiting the Underground. Frisk could recall feeling proud for his brother sketching out his feelings and writing down his thoughts. Toriel too thought it good, some excellent therapy for an obviously troubled mind. A good way for him to focus his thoughts. Frisk closed his eyes, thinking about the first time he tried looking at some of the notes Asriel had left lying on his bed. Asriel is such a sweet and innocent soul but when he caught Frisk thumbing through one of his note books the look in the tiny boss monsters eyes made Frisk feel like he'd just opened up the pits to hell.

"Frisk" he'd said chillingly, a low growl in his throat. "What's that you have there?" The lilting question hung in the air ominously. Gulping, Frisk remembered smiling at his adoptive brother. "It's.. it's just a notebook Az. I found it underneath your bed when I was clean-" he'd mumbled before the notebook that sat in his hands was ripped away by forceful clawed hands. Something was wrong with Asriel's eyes. black things.. no, not things Nothing. Like there was a part of him missing, somehow shifting inside him. As if nothing had happened, Asriel grinned at his brother. "It's just a silly little sketch book bro! I'll go throw it in the garbage, thanks for finding it for me." Bouncing off into the hallway leaving his brother behind, Frisk was shivering. Even when he had no soul Frisk had never been terrified of Asriel; but that reaction. The bridling rage that billowed beneath the surface frightened Frisk. He could tell his brother would do anything for him. Even hurt him if he thought it was for his best interest. That couldn't be normal, even considering his situation. Frisk pledged to himself to keep a closer eye on his brother, for their own safety. They'd both been through Hell and back in the Underground, giving his brother some space to work through his issues and help him when he needed it is all he Frisk could manage.

Today, however, he'd have to shake his troublesome sibling before he followed him all the way to work. He couldn't afford to let Asriel meet.. her today. Frisk whistled a gentle tune as the golden flowers gently swayed in the wind. A simple song filled with memories of love and warmth. Almost breaking character and jumping as a nearby bush began to rustle Frisk closed his eyes and concentrated. Sweat beading on his brow as energy started to gather into his hand, hidden behind the crook of his back. The glow would've given it away if the morning sun wasn't so bright. The white streak wasn't prepared as his bush burst into flame from a tiny spark flung from frisks hand in a overhead motion. As he sprinted off Frisk burst into laughter, tears rolling down his eyes. He'd see Asriel later, a tinge to his fur and a stammered excuse on burning food instead of simply admitting he'd been stalking his brother. Frisk knew what to expect when it came to his brother. They'd been raised together, how could he not?

Apart from a few incidents like the book one, Asriel and Frisk both grew up fairly normally. Asriel would be a little bit clingy but Frisk couldn't really complain considering what he'd done to save his adoptive brother and the great lengths he'd gone through to make sure he stayed saved. Toriel and Asgore couldn't have been happier raising their two children. One once thought long dead and another who'd become their saviour. Living apart they'd take turn raising them. Frisk was the happiest he'd ever been, and as long as Asriel was near Frisk, he was happy too. The constant love and affection he'd show only to his brother was a bit on the worrying side but everyone put up with it so they could have their happy ending.

Wistfully staring at the rising sun, Frisk sighed. Maybe that little prank was too much. His brother rarely got to spend time with him, perhaps his stalking was just a coping mechanism. Frisk always felt guilty for not spending extra time with his family. The long meetings and frequent trips away from home led him to feel distanced, even as close as he was with his brother a gap began to separate them slowly. Asriel would have none of it, often sneaking onto flights without Frisks knowledge and threatening anyone who caught him with punishments increasing in severity depending on exactly how long he'd not seen Frisk. Often he'd find messages in his phones voicemail, with terribly accented voices saying they'd do terrible things to his family if he "Didn't return home- er, back to his main country immediately!"

Frisk wrung his wrists, turning them over as he remembered the past. He'd spent all this time wistfully thinking about times before he'd almost forgotten what day today was. He'd have to hurry to his office. It was the big day. His Brother problems would have to wait.