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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: 2016-10-14 12:56 am (UTC)Starving on false hope.
"When I find a way to give you your own soul... I'm coming back for you. I promise. Stay determined!"
But nobody came.
Resentment boiled in his heart and he summoned more fireballs, aiming not at Frisk themself but blooming a walled ring of fire around himself and his opponent. They can't run away anymore.
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Date: 2016-10-14 03:06 pm (UTC)It's true that Asriel is practically the embodiment of their regrets, but they're not focused on that right now.
Well, almost. Chk-chk-chk-blink--their little red SOUL.
The Edge has gone up in flames. Heat sears their open skin. Frisk's stomach falls; fire was always the death they hated most, and here it's almost assured. Without their SAVEs, they won't come back on their own. And Asriel, they're almost positive he'll take the SOUL they leave behind, and if he does, they're not sure they'll ever come back.
they're not sure if they'd want to. The thought scares them.
* Beg, they think, in some absurd moment.
"I don't want to fight you!" they cry. "Asriel, please! I'm sorry!"
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Date: 2016-10-14 04:17 pm (UTC)"This is for your own good." The fire and smoke stung his eyes, but nothing he wasn't used to before. He grit his teeth, ignoring the lump forming in his throat. "Frisk... I know you'll hate me. I won't blame you. But after I do what needs to be done, you'll be together with your other friends forever. None of you will worry about losing each other! You won't have to see me again either. Or know that I exist. So Frisk, please..."
The largest fireballs yet rolled in his palms.
"...Hold still."
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Date: 2016-10-14 07:13 pm (UTC)Something rings in them that makes them freeze. Maybe it's the fire that blazes too close. Maybe it's Asriel's words. Maybe it's…
whatever it is, even as the subsequent fire rolls through the air straight for them, they don't move. And when the smoke and fire and the scream have all faded, all that's left is ash so fine it's almost like dust, and maybe a bone fragment here or there.
And a little red SOUL.
... they dropped their staff. The shaft is burned and lantern broken--it's unusable now.
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Date: 2016-10-15 05:03 am (UTC)Asriel finally had his own soul. Had it not been for outside factors--preventing them is the whole reason he's doing this in the first place--he'd live a normal life again.
Of course it happens like this.
frisk i'm sorry good god i never wanted this happen please understand i had to do it i must there's no other way it's okay i'm going to SAVE you i'll be so powerful i won't need your soul anymore you'll be brought back and get the happiness you deserve i'm sorry i'm sorry please hold on i'll take care you it'll be all right i'm sorry i promise
His breath shakes as tears stream down his cheeks, and his lips curve into a weak smile.
You should be smiling, too.
Aren't you excited?
Aren't you happy?
You're going to be free.