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castle_perrault* The whole world is ending.
Asriel Dreemurr: The Absolute God of Hyperdeath gained all the souls he needs to achieve his final form. Now he's twice, three times, four... ten times the size of the island, able to fit it right in the palm of his hand. The sky around the castle becomes a black void. The universe can be seen inside his wings... would it be possible to find your own dimension somewhere in there? Who knows. This is it. The Angel casts his hands forward, blasting a giant beam which obliterates the island out of existence...
* But it refused.
The disintegrated island simply reforms, bursting fresh with life as though the Apocalypse never happened. Asriel narrows his brow in frustrated puzzlement as he uses every trick in the book to wipe out the castle... no matter what he did, it kept coming back. What's going on? What's wrong with his powers? This shouldn't be happening!
Then he spots the pulsing red SOUL in front of him.
[[OOC: Everybody is finally free and anyone who had their soul stolen by Asriel gets it back! A follow-up post open to all will be posted early November, when the Halloween event wears off and smol goat comes back. Happy Halloween and Dia de los Muertos in advance! :D]]
Asriel Dreemurr: The Absolute God of Hyperdeath gained all the souls he needs to achieve his final form. Now he's twice, three times, four... ten times the size of the island, able to fit it right in the palm of his hand. The sky around the castle becomes a black void. The universe can be seen inside his wings... would it be possible to find your own dimension somewhere in there? Who knows. This is it. The Angel casts his hands forward, blasting a giant beam which obliterates the island out of existence...
* But it refused.
The disintegrated island simply reforms, bursting fresh with life as though the Apocalypse never happened. Asriel narrows his brow in frustrated puzzlement as he uses every trick in the book to wipe out the castle... no matter what he did, it kept coming back. What's going on? What's wrong with his powers? This shouldn't be happening!
Then he spots the pulsing red SOUL in front of him.
[[OOC: Everybody is finally free and anyone who had their soul stolen by Asriel gets it back! A follow-up post open to all will be posted early November, when the Halloween event wears off and smol goat comes back. Happy Halloween and Dia de los Muertos in advance! :D]]
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Date: 2016-10-31 03:19 am (UTC)...It's hard to describe how it feels.
It's--not quite an emotion, but it's fueled by them. The will to keep living, the resolve to change fate. Sometimes that can be from hope for a better future for who's loved, from a dream of happiness.
Alternatively.
Anger.
When Asgore died because of them--even when Flowey burst from nowhere to collect every last SOUL in the Underground--that was all of those, anger on top of the rest. That was refusal.
This time, there's rage and nothing but.
Is this determination them? Is it the Castle's? They can't tell, they don't even know if they're floating because of Asriel looming or their own wings or nothing or everything, they just know that they're burning, that even their SOUL's wreathed in flames and smoke.
"ASRIEL DREEMURR!"
It's Frisk's own voice that introduces him this time.(no subject)
Date: 2016-10-31 05:59 pm (UTC)When he first became the God of Hyperdeath from absorbing every soul Underground, Asriel couldn't be more gratified. He finally had the control he always wanted, and golly did he flaunt his power. He gloated about his incredible new strength--far stronger than when he utilized the six human souls--and taunted Frisk as their friends forgotten them little by little. The Underground... no. The universe was his.
Asriel Dreemurr: The Absolute God of Hyperdeath in his ultimate form has returned. But this time, there's no pride. His arrogance and hatred is replaced by adamance and love.
The fear remains."What are you doing still here? You shouldn't be here!"
(no subject)
Date: 2016-10-31 09:06 pm (UTC)Things are different on both sides this time, Frisk can tell distantly.
"What are you DOING?" They sound furious and betrayed-- they've got no idea why he's doing this, for all they know he wants everyone dead and-or RESET home, and even now they can't wish that fate on half the inhabitants.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-01 09:54 pm (UTC)Which is what he's currently trying to do, but that's beside the point. Asriel spreads his arms and energy-based comet-like projectiles fire from his fingers after Frisk.
"People already disappear from this island all the time. You don't know when. You don't know how. They're just gone."
For the love of god, stay still!
"It could be anyone you love. Friends, family... either one of them could vanish and never come back. No amount of saves and resets is going to keep it from happening. There might be a day when you'll be all alone and nobody comes to the Island again."
And who wants that? Who wants to be lonely for the rest of their lives?
"If anyone is forced to go home, all they'll have is their memories, and they'll know they can't see you again. But what if they don't have that? What if their life on the island is forgotten? It'll be like it never happened."
Ah, speaking of memories, he remembers when he said something similar. He spoken gleefully of Frisk's friends' amnesiac fates and how they'll have to cope with repeatedly losing their progress. Golly, he sure doesn't sound happy now, does he?
"People who have died... people who have suffered in other dimensions... they find new life here. They get the chance to be loved and make friends and all the things denied to them by their original world. They get hope. They can finally start healing..."
More projectiles. They don't do a good job chasing their target.
"Can you imagine how it would feel to lose that? Whether it's you or another friend, you can't fathom the thought of the island pulling the rug from underneath you and taking it away..."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-02 12:51 am (UTC)Flowey's word. A word they viscerally hate.
Their SOUL shifts and jimmies, barely missing the first burst bullets--they can feel several brush them, but it's barely enough to knock off two HP.
They don't want to hear what he's saying, that latter half. Frisk hasn't thought of the future that far, living every day as it comes. That's all they can do, since they do know their friends and family can be just gone, or even Frisk themselves. They didn't think--they didn't think of them being the one left behind forever--
"Idiot, idiot, IDIOT!"
♥ FIGHT. They let their fury fly with rings of flame pulsing out from their SOUL.
"You don't get it take it away first! Do you think that's better? You think you doing it is better?"
What a stupid 'god'. Maybe they're a demon now for a reason.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-02 02:46 am (UTC)Don't even bother using his insults back at him, Frisk. You're no good at them. Chara said faaaaaaaaaar far worse things to him when they were dying.
"Did you even bother to think WHY I'm doing this? Did you assume I became God again for my own sick amusement? Do you think I'm enjoying this?"
MISS. Rather, the flames were so useless they puffed into nothing as soon as they hit his body.
"Whatever force is controlling this island must be stopped. Once it's out of the way, I'll be the one taking its place... the island will be exactly how it was before. But now... no one will ever have to worry about losing their friends and family again. They can stay together and live their lives in peace forever. Nobody will ever be lonely."
Sometimes, you have to do something bad in order to save everyone. Heroes might lie in order to deceive a foe. Surgeons must cut bodies open in order fix someone's heart. Islands must be annihilated in order to rebuild them.
For the first time since he came to life, Asriel understood his father. He hated him since the day he couldn't help him heal as Flowey... since the time he woke up and discovered he killed six human children in his absence. The sheer hypocrisy of a man who taught him the value of life, that it was better to be kind than cruel. If someone as gentle as Asgore was reduced to a murderer, Flowey decided, this world truly is kill or be killed. He killed him out of revenge whenever he got the opportunity.
He didn't agree with his plan. Killing those kids was still wrong. He shouldn't have waited hoping nobody would come, which Toriel called him out on. There had to have been another way, right? Isn't it why he hired the Royal Scientist to research souls? It baffled Flowey, even though he learned why he couldn't betray his people. If Asgore felt so horrible about what he did, why did he go through with it anyway?
Like father, like son. Ha ha...
"Frisk... I never asked. Why did you trash the throne room? What made you so upset? I've never seen you this angry, even as Flowey. The closest you got was when someone got killed or hurt..."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-02 10:51 am (UTC)♥ FIGHT
"You're GOD because THE CASTLE'S SCREWING YOU UP, IDIOT. Just like everybody!" They think. They hope, even, in a gut-twisting deep-down way, because...it sounds nice, what he's saying. Frisk does want this. For them. For their family.
But they can't believe it'll work.
Asriel asks why they were mad and their expression cracks, from berserk to crying in a heartbeat. Because of what he was saying, because the castle took someone back somewhere bad-horrible with just memories, even if it brought him back.
They can't believe it'll work. They can't, they can't, they can't.
It's all useless.
And yet.
♥ FIGHT
"I'm not telling!" they say childishly through their tears. "Y-you think you can d-d-do that? Y-you really do? You're n-not even a GOD you're j-ju-just a kid messing up everyone!"
They don't even mean the SOULS he's collected; they aren't even sure about him having them, distracting as everything through the month's been. Unmaking the castle can't be good for anything, even if it isn't sticking.
♥ FIGHT
I'll take "Worst Things to Say to Your Mother" for $200, Alex.
Date: 2016-11-03 04:17 am (UTC)"No, Asriel--!"
"Didn't you love me? Aren't I your son? Looks like you don't care about me anymore, huh? I wasn't good enough for you! Hahaha! You forgot Chara too, didn't you? They're easy to forget once you have another human kid to coddle! Why don't you wait a few more years until a new one falls down and you can throw the old ones out!"
"My child..."
"I̠͢ ̩͈̪̝̻a̵͚͓͓͕̲͓̪m̨͓̠̟ ̦͔̪͕́n̰o͞t̘͎̞̰̣ ̠͖͝y̛̟o͍͍͇̥̙u̧͇̫̲̰̫͍r͚̖̺͉͜ ͈̭͓c̹̤h̝͎͎̭i̛͎l̜̟͉d͍̜̱͔!̠̬̜̟͢")
Heartache. He'd been so caught up in his own trauma, grief, and selfishness he dismissed his mother's own pain. Toriel never stopped loving him. She never stopped loving Chara. She loved all her children. She risked her life, losing Frisk's forgiveness, and possible betrayal in order to keep them safe. She feared losing another child, not another replacement. Mom didn't care if Frisk despised her for imprisoning them against their will; as long as they weren't the victim of yet another senseless killing, she'll sacrifice everything to protect them.
This is for your own good...
Heartache. Seeing Frisk break down like this, reduced to a helpless mess of tears and snot... it hurts.
"I get it. You don't need to say anything. I can infer on my own."
You do not know anything about me. You do not get to decide what I want.
But happiness is what everybody wants! Nobody wants to be lonely. Nobody wants to always feel they're not worth caring about. He must save everyone! That's why he's doing this in the first place!
"I've learned something, Frisk. This island... this castle is the whole reason I'm alive. Why I haven't changed back into a flower after all this time. I should've been running on fumes... I'm still soulless. But I can still love. I can still care about someone. The island has given me no reason to hide myself anymore..."
Asriel summons a tidal wave of fire to crush Frisk... except the flames deliberately sail over their head like two magnets of matching poles repelling each other.
:'| also demon frisk admitting/exaggerating things they normally wouldn't dare say wooo
Date: 2016-11-03 06:39 am (UTC)"C-can you? I-i-idiot. Do--do you think y-you know me that m-much?"
The flames don't hit them even though they're not moving. They must be doing something right.
They always do, don't they?
They always need to, don't they?
The tears keep going and their breath keeps rattling in their chest, but they don't look upset now; the sheer anger's flooding back. Frisk can't move their body, right--? But their hands feel like they've balled into fists.
♥ FIGHT
They do what's right because nobody else can. Everyone else screws it up and kills people and steal SOULs and mess up, and--
"I need to fix it!" they finish aloud in a bitter roar. "What--what's it matter if the Castle fixed you when you're still doing this?"
♥ FIGHT
The flames condense into a spiral, headed straight towards his muzzle. Probably still useless; they definitely don't care.
"Because you're breaking stuff JUST LIKE YOU'RE STILL HIM! An' here we are, doing this again, an' you might just break the castle so even I can't do anything, an' I'm going to have to--to--to clean up same as usual! After monsters and grown-ups and the castle and you."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-03 08:07 am (UTC)"And what makes YOU think you should decide what's best for me? Who put you in charge of everything there is to know about Asriel Dreemurr? YOU DON'T KNOW ME ANY MORE THAN I KNOW YOU. Flowey is only a fraction of who I am! I know what makes him tick better than you ever will!"
Oh no oh no please don't hurt them please don't hurt them
"This island is my home! I could finally stop dwelling on the past and start living like a normal kid again! All these things bottled up inside me I've been too afraid to tell anyone... I'd been taught it's okay to share them. I opened myself to people who aren't you or Chara. I started to believe I wasn't a threat anymore--I thought I could make mistakes like anyone else, and no one would be killed or pay the price for it."
"And I... I learned it could all be taken away for no reason whatsoever. One day, I may find myself all alone in the Ruins as a flower again. I'd be forced to give up my new life here and fall backward and stay stuck in the past while everyone else moves on. Worse, I might not remember anything. Everything I learned here, anything that may have made me a better person... gone. I'll just be a danger to everyone again. I'm sick of it. I'm so sick of being afraid and alone and seeing myself as nothing more than a bomb that explodes and regenerates until the end of time. After living on the surface for so long... I can't stand the thought of it!"
"So... I have to do this before it happens. I need to take control of the island so no one can suddenly be forced to leave. But the only way I can do it is if I become God. When I finally succeed... I'll be able to return everyone's souls. They'll be as good as new when I finish recreating the island, and they'll live in peace and joy with their family and friends to make up what I've done to them. If they hate me... they will never need to see me again. I'll erase their memories of me so they won't even know I existed. In my new world, I'll provide what they need and protect them, and little more than that."
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Date: 2016-11-03 08:29 am (UTC)"Didn't know before! Didn't know Flowey or Toriel or Asgore or Chara, didn't know Sans, didn't know anybody underground! But still had to do it all, still had to fix everything, still have to!"
Even if Sans, here, tried to tell them otherwise. Look where it's lead them, to ignoring Asriel long enough he got this strong.
"And it's my home too!" They hurl the words at him, trying to cut him. As if that'll work.
He's not even listening to them, is he? Even less than they are to him--there are no more tears on their face, it's all just hissing steam.
♥ FIGHT
"I know it can be gone!"
♥ FIGHT
"I KNOW!"
♥ FIGHT
"BUT YOU CAN'T FIX IT, EITHER!"
A tiny part of them wonders why they're even bothering. Why not let him try? See what happens--
"Just STOP IT!"
TW: Suicide planning(?)
Date: 2016-11-04 05:32 am (UTC)Everything smells like smoke. His ears singe as he picks up the crackling of the clashing fire between his flames and Frisk's.
"A place where Chara won't hate themself and see the worth of their own life. A place you can stay with Toriel, Sans, Papyrus... everyone you befriended Underground and on the island. A world Ryoji is free from Nyx and can live like a normal human being. A world without Flowey."
The god's lips curled into a rictus grin.
"And who DOESN'T want a world without Flowey? No one who truly knew him would miss him! It would benefit everyone if no one ever met him and he's banished from memory forever! Only I can stop Flowey, Frisk. So please, PLEASE... let me get rid of him!"
(doing this response was like pulling teeth i am sorry if it's garbage)
Date: 2016-11-07 11:32 pm (UTC)"You--you're not even the only Flowey here! Or Asriel! An' even if you were--you--you can't do that!"
Barnaby...Barnaby's a wreck thanks to the memories--his memories got messed with. It's not...it's not good.
And they did that kind of stuff too, didn't they? Nobody remembers the bad things that happened underground, even if those bad things happened to Frisk, and they don't plan on telling anyone. They're being a hypocrite, but that's fine, they don't care right now: "You can't do that to everybody! You can't do that to your friends, to me! It's not fair! It's not even if it makes us 'happier'--even i-if you think--you can't just disappear on us!"
They're not attacking anymore. Their flames are a wall in front of their SOUL--a barrier. Ha, ha, ha.
It's not garbage. ;; (Appropriately enough, my computer randomly resetted while I was tagging)
Date: 2016-11-08 05:27 am (UTC)No, no, this is different, you're doing this to save everyone, taking their souls is only temporary, when you're God everything will be perfect, everything will finally be under his control
J u s t... l i k e... w h e n...
"SHUT UP!"
Tears streak the god's eyes and he casts his hands forward. A blinding beam of light blasts through Frisk, the island, the castle... a spell which can obliterate planets. Smite dimensions. Wipe an entire universe from the time-space continuum. Nothing would exist anymore.
Frisk and their Soul are still there. The island is untouched. The castle stands adamant. No brick or speck out of place.
His strongest attack amounted to nothing more than shining a flashlight at them.
"I'm so scared... I don't want to lose you, Frisk! I don't want to lose Chara again either! I don't want to leave everyone... I'm tired of losing everything! I--I think I understand now. Now that I know what life is like on the surface... I can't bear the thought of going back. I never wanted to stay Underground... I just wanted to look after my best friend's grave and be sure I wouldn't be a danger to anyone else again. I'm afraid, Frisk. What if I can't be any good to anyone? What if I'll always be a threat? What if all the choices I make don't matter? Even if... even if I'm sentenced to be alone... at least let me be god so I can... I can...!"
The God of Hyperdeath floats in space weeping, helpless and pathetic. Choked howls wrack his body as once mighty arms fall limp by his sides. His galactic wings fold behind him like he wanted to be crumpled into a paper ball and thrown away.
:'> thank u. also TIMING and i am sorry asriel
Date: 2016-11-08 10:54 am (UTC)"NO!"
They...move. Maybe. It feels as if they are, clawing their way closer in the space above the castle, but it could be a illusion, a delusion. That thought doesn't make them stop trying.
"You're not a god, you're not alone--" they snarl it like a threat, literally with their gross throat from all the crying "--no matter how hard you want it an' how many SOULS you try to take, or try to break!" (Frisk still doesn't know he actually did take some, but he's trying now and trying to break-take theirs and that's bad enough.) "You're here now, idiot, you don't get to hurt yourself an' me and everybody 'cause--'cause you're scared of maybe!"
1/2
Date: 2016-11-08 12:53 pm (UTC)He's exhausted. He feels heavy. His body fades with each word...
"I want to stay here... I want to make friends. I want to grow up--for r-real. N-Not because I... I want to live. N-Not forever. I just--just want to be normal. If... If I can't... just let me die again. S-Stay dead. No more r e s e t s. No more d e t e r m i n a t i o n. I--I don't want to live forever, if--if it means I'll never love again. I w-won't be able to stand it...!"
2/2
Date: 2016-11-08 03:09 pm (UTC)"I'm... so sorry..."
(no subject)
Date: 2016-11-09 11:35 am (UTC)Most of them is screaming ATTACK, ATTACK, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT--
--but even now, they did hear him. What he said. All those fears spilled out in front of them, and...they suppose the problem's fixed enough, now. They don't need to pick more of a fight, get him going again, get more SOULs messed up.
Too many seconds stretch past before they let go, staggering back.
"You. You..."
...there's nothing they can say. Nothing they can think of, nothing that won't make them cry even more, again.
In the end, they don't talk; they don't make a sound beyond their hooves crushing the grass. They're not going to stay here.
They've got better to do.