"Ha ha... yeah..." he smiled. "It's so weird getting to meet myself. But it's... nice?" There's something about his double's face that's familiar, aside from the obvious.
When he was Flowey and still seeking help from his parents to feel love again, he'd flip through the Dreemurr photo album in search of his old self. Pictures of him smiling, playing with toys, getting piggy-back rides on his father, napping in his mother's lap... this tiny idiot goat who had no idea of the terrible fate in store for him or what the world was really like. Toriel tutoring him in math, Asgore teaching him to garden, his best friend hiding their face behind a stuffed animal or bouquet of flowers... he loathed those photographs the longer time passed, each and every one of them serving as a reminder of what he'd never have again. Chara is dead, Asriel is dead, his parents are cowards and hypocrites and they hate each other and they will never get back together. In different timelines, he couldn't take it anymore, and he'd tear the album in a fit of rage before Asgore and Toriel's eyes. Sometimes he'd throw the leftover pieces in the fire, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes they would beg him to stop, or lose their temper--something they've never done with Asriel before. Of all things, this should've snapped him back to reality. But it didn't... he felt nothing.
This is the Asriel he used to see and hate in these photographs.
The goat child's throat tightened and his eyes swelled with tears. He'd been so, so horrible... even though he couldn't remember if he bothered with the photo album before Frisk's arrival, he wanted to apologize for each and every timeline he broken his parents' hearts like this. In extension... the way he lashed out at his old self, who it seemed had transformed into their own tangible being.
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Date: 2016-03-28 04:40 pm (UTC)When he was Flowey and still seeking help from his parents to feel love again, he'd flip through the Dreemurr photo album in search of his old self. Pictures of him smiling, playing with toys, getting piggy-back rides on his father, napping in his mother's lap... this tiny idiot goat who had no idea of the terrible fate in store for him or what the world was really like. Toriel tutoring him in math, Asgore teaching him to garden, his best friend hiding their face behind a stuffed animal or bouquet of flowers... he loathed those photographs the longer time passed, each and every one of them serving as a reminder of what he'd never have again. Chara is dead, Asriel is dead, his parents are cowards and hypocrites and they hate each other and they will never get back together. In different timelines, he couldn't take it anymore, and he'd tear the album in a fit of rage before Asgore and Toriel's eyes. Sometimes he'd throw the leftover pieces in the fire, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes they would beg him to stop, or lose their temper--something they've never done with Asriel before. Of all things, this should've snapped him back to reality. But it didn't... he felt nothing.
This is the Asriel he used to see and hate in these photographs.
The goat child's throat tightened and his eyes swelled with tears. He'd been so, so horrible... even though he couldn't remember if he bothered with the photo album before Frisk's arrival, he wanted to apologize for each and every timeline he broken his parents' hearts like this. In extension... the way he lashed out at his old self, who it seemed had transformed into their own tangible being.