I was going to the bathroom to let out my anger there, when suddenly, a man was yelling at some guy which looked exactly like Asriel. He yelled that he was just a fake, while the guy kept saying he was the real Asriel. I didn't believe it at first, but when the man got so mad to pull his helmet off, it turned out it wasn't a helmet. It was actually hair! I was shocked. The man suddenly realized, and ran in fear. The so called 'Asriel' turned to look directly at me. I got so scared that I decided to run for it. I just kept on running, but he was flying. I started to run faster until I have reached my max speed, but even that didn't work. At last, I decided to hide in the bathroom. So, I found the nearest bathroom and went in. No one was in there. I sighed in relief. I thought I lost him. But it turned out he was right behind me this whole time. When I saw him behind me, I started to back up until my back hit a wall. I was cornered. At last, he came up to me, and he got out his Chaos Slicers. I knew I screwed up badly. I just knew I did. Suddenly, he spoke.
"HUMAN..." He said. I thought I was gonna get punished. Suddenly, he spoke again. "...Why are you running away from me?" He replied and waited for an answer. "U-um...I...I-I didn't know..." I said. "Didn't know what?" He said, but this time in a more calm and neutral voice. "T-that...you...were real..." I replied. If I screw this up, I'm as good as dead. "Hmm...I can tell why..." He said. "Well, it doesn't matter. Come with me, and maybe we can talk this out privately." He replied and stuck out his hand. I remember my uncle telling me to not trust strangers, but why does it matter now? He's dead...because of my own family who hated me and abandoned me. I had to trust this mysterious man. "Um...my uncle told me to not trust strangers...but...okay...I guess." I said, and grabbed his hand. He smiled. We both walked out of the cosplay and into the parking lot. He led me to his car and told me to sit in the front seat.
I did as I was told, and sat down. He drove me back to his house. I was scared. Was this man trying to kidnap me or something? Or maybe even worse...murder. I didn't want to know the horrors, so, with hopes and dreams, I wished myself luck and went inside the house with the man. His house wasn't big, but looked big enough for a family of four. He led me into the living room. "Sit down." He said, and pointed on the sofa. I sat down. I was afraid. I was on my own now. He sat down beside me as well. "So...now that we are somewhere private...let's talk, shall we?" He said. I nodded. At first, I thought something was going to happen to me, but it turned out that I was wrong. It was just a survey asking me questions about my life. It was until he asked me the last question.
"Alright, last question. Have you ever in your life been tortured, punished, or harassed cruelly by your own parents?" He said. I knew I had to be honest. Ever since my sister died from cancer, my parents kept on harassing me, torturing me, and even punishing me cruelly. I hated it, and so did my uncle. But he's dead now because of them, so there is no turning back now. I said one simple answer. "Yes." I said. He stopped for a moment. He looked at me for a moment, then looked back at the paper. It had a perfect score. "Are you Miguel Munoz?" He said. "Yes, why?" I said. "You're the one I'm looking for." He said. I was becoming scared. I started to feel dizzy. My head started to hurt. Everything was in severe pain until I fell down, unconscious.
What was happening to me?
Why am I still here?
...why?