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castle_perraultAsriel loved the island.
Maybe not everything about it. The changing layout of the castle will always be a pain in the neck, but it's something he's grown used to. The Graveyard terrified him, but all he had to do is stay away. Everything else about the island is amazing: the gardens. The ballroom. The towers with their giant comfy beds and lovely paintings and beautiful clothes. The variety of colorful birds at the aviary. Even the Edge had an odd sense of beauty about it. Almost... calming. Many of the people were kind and willing to look out for each other, with the not-so-nice residents--the Floweys of the island--few and far between. The literal Flowey on the island didn't seem so bad anymore. Frisk is here--more than one, actually! So is Chara. Even his mother... if Dad ever arrived here and made up with her, it'd be perfect.
He didn't know why he didn't change back into a flower. But he accepted maybe the blind Frisk was right. If an entire month went by without transforming, shouldn't he take it as a sign he got a second chance? Asriel didn't need to hide or be afraid anymore. He can be a kid again. With that revelation, he started gaining the courage to talk to people outside of Chara and Frisk. Learning to make friends. It's almost as if... he'd been reborn here.
Then he figured it out. Every time Asriel touched his chest, he felt nothing. The goat monster recalled the warmth of his own soul, which he still doesn't have to this day. Yet he felt love and compassion. He's still himself.
The castle's magic is literally keeping him alive.
But people come and go from the island, don't they? Some of them never return. It's safe to assume they went back to their own worlds. What'll be there for Asriel if he goes home? (No. This island is my home now. Forever.) He'd be sentenced to a life Underground all alone as Flowey. All his friends... gone. He'd be left with nothing but his memories. But what if he can't keep those either? What if his entire life at the castle is erased? Asriel would've never changed for the better. Never addressed his demons. Never comforted and helped those who needed him. Always be that same helpless child. Always isolating himself from everybody for their own good. Always afraid.
He's sick of it.
He won't let it happen. He won't let everything he loved be taken from him again. He won't give up his love and compassion. He won't be imprisoned back in this hell. Fate won't dare snatch this life away from him. Fate won't dare snatch anything from him.
Asriel Dreemurr: God of Hyperdeath stood in the fog at the Edge, a fanged grin marking his expression. All he had to do is control time on the island... that way, he'll be in charge of who leaves and who stays. Nobody he cares about will vanish. Neither will he. Unfortunately, his magic is too weak to take over the island in his current state... He'll need to get his powers back first.
Nothing a few souls can't fix.
Maybe not everything about it. The changing layout of the castle will always be a pain in the neck, but it's something he's grown used to. The Graveyard terrified him, but all he had to do is stay away. Everything else about the island is amazing: the gardens. The ballroom. The towers with their giant comfy beds and lovely paintings and beautiful clothes. The variety of colorful birds at the aviary. Even the Edge had an odd sense of beauty about it. Almost... calming. Many of the people were kind and willing to look out for each other, with the not-so-nice residents--the Floweys of the island--few and far between. The literal Flowey on the island didn't seem so bad anymore. Frisk is here--more than one, actually! So is Chara. Even his mother... if Dad ever arrived here and made up with her, it'd be perfect.
He didn't know why he didn't change back into a flower. But he accepted maybe the blind Frisk was right. If an entire month went by without transforming, shouldn't he take it as a sign he got a second chance? Asriel didn't need to hide or be afraid anymore. He can be a kid again. With that revelation, he started gaining the courage to talk to people outside of Chara and Frisk. Learning to make friends. It's almost as if... he'd been reborn here.
Then he figured it out. Every time Asriel touched his chest, he felt nothing. The goat monster recalled the warmth of his own soul, which he still doesn't have to this day. Yet he felt love and compassion. He's still himself.
The castle's magic is literally keeping him alive.
But people come and go from the island, don't they? Some of them never return. It's safe to assume they went back to their own worlds. What'll be there for Asriel if he goes home? (No. This island is my home now. Forever.) He'd be sentenced to a life Underground all alone as Flowey. All his friends... gone. He'd be left with nothing but his memories. But what if he can't keep those either? What if his entire life at the castle is erased? Asriel would've never changed for the better. Never addressed his demons. Never comforted and helped those who needed him. Always be that same helpless child. Always isolating himself from everybody for their own good. Always afraid.
He's sick of it.
He won't let it happen. He won't let everything he loved be taken from him again. He won't give up his love and compassion. He won't be imprisoned back in this hell. Fate won't dare snatch this life away from him. Fate won't dare snatch anything from him.
Asriel Dreemurr: God of Hyperdeath stood in the fog at the Edge, a fanged grin marking his expression. All he had to do is control time on the island... that way, he'll be in charge of who leaves and who stays. Nobody he cares about will vanish. Neither will he. Unfortunately, his magic is too weak to take over the island in his current state... He'll need to get his powers back first.
Nothing a few souls can't fix.
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Date: 2016-10-10 10:57 pm (UTC)The last time Chara assured him they'll only be dead for a short time? They've been sweating in agony from buttercups. Asriel knows how much his best friend hates themself; it seems to be universal among all the Charas he met thus far. But Chara isn't in charge this time. This plan is all his.
"I always wondered what I'd be like when I'm grown up. Would I look like my father? Or would I be more like the handsome prince depicted in fairy-tales? But here I am as the living, breathing version of my own fantasy. I wanted to meet the God of Hyperdeath... I didn't expect to become him." He smiles again. "Not that I'm complaining."
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Date: 2016-10-10 11:30 pm (UTC)"My apologies, have we met?" A subtle warning in the words; Chara knows full well they haven't, and is pinning the fact down for him like a butterfly on cork. Don't presume to know them, Frisk-brother.
The God of Hyperdeath. Frisk told them about that, a wry fondness in their words. So he isn't normally like this, then. The castle must have transformed him too. Looks like he got lucky. They've said it before, but:
"It seems like the castle has a sense of humor," they say, flicking at one of their metacarpals with a sharp tik to emphasise the point. You see, it's funny because they who kills monsters should take care to not themself become a monster! Because they're something that should be dead but is walking around as if nothing is wrong! Hilarious.
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Date: 2016-10-14 11:59 pm (UTC)Best friends forever.
"Maybe. If this transformation is meant to be a joke, I don't see what's funny about it."
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Date: 2016-10-15 09:12 pm (UTC)Everything functions perfectly fine without you.
As if who you are never mattered at all.
Haha... the thought terrifies me.
The same things in common. Are they always doomed to make the same mistakes, experience the same pains? Are their actions set in stone, uncontrollable?
Please forget about this.
They shake their head, dislodging the thought. Irrelevant, doesn't matter. They look at him, at his form. They could say it's because he's never growing up. They could say it's because gaining power like his fantasy lead to his death (Frisk is cagey, but they can infer.)
But it's not funny.
"You do not know me," they say instead, low. They'll spell it out for him. "Even if there are 'things in common', do me the courtesy of not assuming them."
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Date: 2016-10-15 09:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-10-15 10:18 pm (UTC)And doesn't stop laughing, a high, raw sound. Wow, Asriel! You're super fast at missing the point.
"Why," they force out through the wheezing. "Should I tell you. Anything at all? I may be a monster now but you cannot order me around, Prince."
A lot of it hits home, far too hard. But the rest. They laugh a little more. Oh, the rest...
"Tell me, Asriel. What demon would want to save anyone, let alone everyone? What demon would even have a best friend?"
Creatures like them... wouldn't hesitate to kill anybody that got in their way.
Asriel plz chill
Date: 2016-10-15 11:23 pm (UTC)He won't be afraid of Chara. He won't buckle down and cower and follow their orders against his own uncertainty. No longer will he be terrified about losing their friendship. Because Asriel knows the truth now: Chara is terrified too. They're as scared and weak and pathetic as him in their own way. Chara didn't know everything. Chara wasn't invincible. Chara wasn't perfect. No, they're hurting and hating and screaming. Idolizing them only accelerated their death.
"What demon regrets being born? What demon feels remorse regarding their purpose in life? What kind of demon is a threat to themself? I'm not afraid of you, Chara. You're your own worst foe. Quite frankly, I should've known that I knew what's best for you all along. Left to your own devices, you'll just try to kill yourself. You might even trick someone else into finishing you off. Someone like me."
Asriel's smile is sickly sweet.
"Thankfully, I know better. We can't let it happen again, can we? I wouldn't want my best friend in danger."
police warned to stay away from goat that 'only respects one person' (also cw implied child abuse)
Date: 2016-10-15 11:52 pm (UTC)"You should be."
I know what's best for you, Chara. Listen to me, Chara. Hold still, you little brat. Don't make me do this. Look at what you made me do. This is for your own good, you little demon.
That smile. Like looking in a mirror. They feel like they're going to have a bad time.
They equip the Broken Stick, pulling it from their belt loop.
"I am not your best friend. Call me that again and share the fate of the last who did."
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Date: 2016-10-16 03:03 am (UTC)Asriel draws out his Chaos Sabers. If Chara didn't put that determination to good use, they're going to be a pile of bones in a singed sweater sooner than they think. He makes the first move and swings a blade at the skeleton.
if you like we can date this forward so it's after the other interactions chara will have this event
Date: 2016-10-16 03:58 am (UTC)They need LOVE. They really need it. Look at them. They can barely make a single bullet in good conditions. ATK 1, DEF 3. The Helmet might as well be tissue paper.
"You do not know anything about me," they hiss. They can't afford to let slip the slightest hint of fear.
They need a plan. He's much taller than they are, so getting into the castle might restrict him. Without Frisk to help, they can't get a good idea of his stats, but if he's turned into his Marty Stu the answer is undoubtedly 'high to the point of OP'. They never thought they'd miss Frisk, at least in their right mind, but apparently it's happening. They'd know how to pacify their brother, wouldn't they?
Time to ACT, like they've had hammered into them like a good pavlovian dog. They start backing towards the castle, on guard. They are scared, but they are also so, so, angry.
*Talk
"What was that about putting in danger? Hypocrite!"
Sounds good! Asriel would have collected a few souls by now.
Date: 2016-10-16 05:27 am (UTC)"Oh Chara... you've completely missed the point." He shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm protecting you from you. If it means I have to kill you and take your soul, I'll do it. I thought I made it obvious."
What abilities did this Chara have now that they're a skeleton? What if turning into a monster stripped their powers completely? Now that they're not human, Chara can't kill him no matter how much they loathe him. The island truly is working in his favor.
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Date: 2016-10-16 06:00 am (UTC)"You. Do not. Have any right."
The void where Determination should be is palpable.
"To decide what is. Best for me. Without my consent."
This would have made it flare like a bonfire.
"I refuse to let anyone do that to me again!"
But there's something else. They focus, thanking the prudence that lead them to practice. Instead of a green feeling, it's a yellow feeling, but it clicks into place.
Chara is by no means going to play fair. It's only a single, triangular bullet, wavering tenuously, but it comes into thin existence an inch from his snout and the point goes right for an eye.
They make a break for it almost as soon as they make it. If they can just reach the castle in time...
Asriel more like ASSriel
Date: 2016-10-16 06:41 pm (UTC)OW OW OW. It may be a single bullet, but that bullet hurts. Asriel roars and covers his eye, snarling when he spots Chara running away.
Oh no you don't.
He quickly casts Star Blazing--it's a downgraded version of what it's supposed to be (he used to be able to summon larger stars in addition to the hailstorm of meteorites... he decides he needs more souls to fix this), but it should do. Star Blazing never missed its target.
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Date: 2016-10-16 07:16 pm (UTC)This was a bad plan. This was a bad, bad plan. Running and dodging at the same time is extremely difficult and while they've gotten better at it, they've never been as good as Frisk. Some of the stars miss, but enough cleave into them, knocking them foward into the ground.
0/20
They slowly, shakily get up, facing him with a for once utterly unguarded confused expression like a puppy wondering why it has just been kicked. They can feel it's over, threads of dissolution of the magic holding them together running through their bones. It's like cracks racing across the surface of ice, meeting and growing. Dust is drifting off them.
"So... this is what... it feels like...?"
It's not pain and blood and the bright sound of their own SOUL shattering. It's a crawling, pins and needles numb ache. They stare at a hand, the tips of the fingers already crumbling, and laugh hysterically, before looking back at him.
"I hope you choke on it," they spit at him, and then lose form entirely. The helmet clatters to the ground and rolls, leaving a furrow in the pile of dust, from which rises...
Even bleached, inverted, and stripped of power, it's still Chara's SOUL. A human SOUL, which allows it a few moments of hovering and shuddering above them, threatening to splinter at any moment.
A Real Ass, you could say.
Date: 2016-10-16 10:02 pm (UTC)For the second time in his life, he absorbed Chara's soul. When it all goes according to plan, Chara will no longer be sad. They won't consider suicide anymore. Which person wouldn't want that?
"Chara... Let me help you get rid of the burden you're forced to carry. One day, you'll see how much your life is really worth."