H A T E [Betty (Bete) Noire x Male Reader]

CH11: Disguises and an Unexpected Encounter

Contrary to popular belief; the city near Mt. Ebbot wasn't always covered in rays of sunshine, with a choir of a population of birds that rival the Amazon itself. Today was one of those days, the rain was heavy and the birds' singing was drowned out by the roaring thunder, the otherwise dark sky being occasionally lit up with bright flashes of lightning with the wind howling and crashing into the still and unmoving buildings.

Our protagonists, Betty and (Y/N) were inside of Asriel Dreemurr's home, studying in one of the many books Asriel has ascertained over from Gaster's laboratory. Currently, there were no indications on what the soul traits of Frisk and Amber were. All that kept showing up were the normal 8, Kindness, Perseverance, Determination, Integrity, Patience, Bravery, Justice and Fear.

While Betty and (Y/N) were doing research, Asriel was busy having his ears tugged and knawed by Amber and Frisk. Chara was also trying to help with the babysitting but was scaring the children.

A few hours pass of Chara deciding to be helpful and help with the research, and there is still nothing useful. While Asriel had finally gotten Frisk and Amber to sleep. The only deduction the research team can come up with is that these soul traits are the first of their kind in history. To which (Y/N) and Betty were jumping for joy at the revelation.

Meanwhile in a dark hideout a trio were scheming.

(Y/N)?: "We need to find those two! They escaped our timeline and can return at any moment to ruin our plans! We've tortured countless people and they have no clue where they are, or who they are!"

???: "Shut it already! You're giving me a headache! We'll find them, patience dude. Ever heard of it?" The silhouetted figure said with a pissed off expression overlaying their shadowed face.

Betty?: "KNOCK IT OFF!" The doppelgänger yelled. "Let's find the Asriel of this timeline to see if he's alive, if he is, then we can... 'ask' him 'politely' if he knows who and where those two are." She said with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

???: "I suppose we could find good ol' Azzy, but he better know where those two little shits are."

(Y/N)?: "Bitch, the entire reason we're in this mess is because of you! You decided to have them, FRISK!" The other doppelgänger yelled. "The entire reason we're here is because YOU brought the SPITE and AUDACITY souls into this world! If we weren't under surveillance by Sans and Gaster, I'd have your head and let those two free, you know I can kill you." His eyes started to turn black with a white iris and pupil. "A N D I H A T E Y O U F O R M A K I N G M E B E H E R E!!!" He said loudly and menacingly.

The now identified Frisk had a look of FEAR plastered over their usually neutral features. The HATE radiating off of the possibly fake (Y/N) was so intense it was even scaring the doppelgänging Betty.

Frisk!?: "W-we start searching for A-Asriel after the storm." They said stuttering in FEAR.

(Y/N)?: "Good choice." He said calmly, his HATE dissipating. "You may have been put in charge by Sans, but you take orders from me. Don't forget what we're truly here for." He said leaving the shabby room.

The storm cleared finally after hours of downpours, however, the excitement and noise was far from over. Police sirens replaced the howling wind while explosions replaced the roaring thunder. The news helicopters were filming a high speed pursuit, the research team were watching said news and spotted that there wasn't any vehicle speeding ahead of the police cars, it was three humanoid figures.

Reporter: "The suspects are described as having, in order of most wanted, first, (H/C) (H/L) hair, (E/C) eyes and a black and white striped sweater. Second, Brown and pink tipped hair, pink eyes with hair covering her left eye, with a pink and purple jumper, pink skirt, purple leggings and knee high brown boots. The final suspect is said to have blue and purple striped sweater, brown jeans and dark brown boots." The reporter said, describing the fugitives.