It was a calm day.
Asriel was walking through one of the less-explored areas near one of the mountain's skylights. He brushed his paws over the buttercups that grew on the cracked and crumbling path. They were prettier than the other weeds that sprouted there, with their delicate leaves and yellow petals. They were in sharp contrast to the dark, gnarled, and thorny plants that sprouted from the gaps in the quiet trail. Asriel crouched down and picked one of the yellow blooms. Its little green leaves looked hopeful, and it smelled sharp and fresh. Wind whistled calmly around the young monster, cooling him and ruffling his white fur.
Suddenly, horrified and angry screaming echoed through the mountain. Asriel shot up and froze. More screaming, and a thud. He flinched when he heard the noise. The screaming began to die away, and he felt feeling return to his limbs. His first instinct was to run home, as fast as he could, and forget what happened. But something told him to follow the remaining echoes. As he warily followed the sounds, he realized he was walking towards one of the holes to the surface. Did something fall, something important, and that was why there was screaming? The monster relaxed slightly at the thought, but something told him that wasn't it. As he came closer to the spotlight that the sun shone on the spot, he realized that, indeed, something had fallen from the surface. Something important.
A human.
At least it *looked* like a human. He'd only seen them in picture books, so Asriel couldn't be sure. But it sure looked a lot like one. He advanced towards it carefully. Weren't they dangerous? He was pretty sure they were dangerous. But this one didn't look very dangerous. It was curled up and sounded like it was crying, and it was wearing a slightly torn lime and cream sweater.
Asriel kneeled beside it, unsure of what to do. Upon closer inspection, the human looked fairly wounded. It had bruises on its arms, where the tears in the sweater were, and one of its legs was bent weirdly. It had a bleeding gash on its back that was soaking the green of the clothing. It was visibly shaking, and the reddish-brown fur on its head looked ridiculously tangled. The monster took a deep breath. He wondered if it would even understand him.
"A-are you okay?"
The human did not respond.
Gently, he placed one of his paws on the human's shoulder. It flinched away.
The human's breath was shallower now, and the crying grew a little softer. Asriel blinked, indecisive. It didn't seem like he had time to run home, get his parents, lead them here, then get the human home. But he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to carry them. One thing was for certain: they needed help. And from the looks of it, quickly. The crying had stopped altogether, and there was nothing but silence. Praying that nothing happened along the way, Asriel rolled them onto their back slowly. The human had a swollen black eye and several more , he picked them up. They were surprisingly (and worryingly) light. Asriel had always wanted to be a hero; now was the time to be one.
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