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Takes place after the funeral, but before everyone realizes Frisk is alive.
While tending to the golden flowers, Asriel drifted off into a deep sleep. He expected to die--well, not so much "die" as turn back into a soulless flower who can't feel love anymore. He found it nice while it lasted. He yawned and stretched himself awake... his eyes shot open and he held his arm in front of him, flexing his fingers. He's still... himself? The goat startled as he accidentally knocked over a bush of hyacinths that crowded him in a rainbow of colors. What is he doing here?
This isn't the Ruins. It's much brighter than that, and--that's the sky, isn't it? Asriel gets up and walks around while he can still feel his arms and legs. He calls out, asking if anyone's there. He doesn't get a reply, but he does hear singing from far away. It's not in a language he understands, but it's beautiful, and the melody weaves itself through his ears like a soothing balm. Even if it did sound kind of... sad. He follows the singing and finds a throng of people in the distance. While relieved he wasn't alone, the atmosphere was solemn, and a pit formed in his stomach as he wondered if something terrible had happened.
happy goat child wants to let all of the bad things go away for sad goat.. ;-;
In a way, the things that he had been told already were enough to want him to change the timeline. He held it inside of his very being as he talked with everyone who had been there longer than he had, had experienced more in their ever changing timelines and had more knowledge of what he didn't. He still had no idea of what he would personally experience, other than "bad stuff" would happen if he let the plan between himself and Chara continue.
What he did at least know, is that this version of himself had started crying. His first reaction was to step forward with a concerned face, holding out his arms and hoping that he would of course catch the invitation to a hug. He couldn't help what had happened, but... he wanted to help where he could.
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He only has a vague idea of what he's apologizing for, but that's enough for him to know. His small paws tighten as he embraces him as hard as he can, giving him a small pat on the back. "I-It's okay... It's okay... I-It isn't b-but B-But we were just..." Hearing himself cry and get this emotional was also bringing tears to well in his own eyes. He hiccuped hard, fists balling slightly. "W-We were just trying t-to make everything right...!" And there were the tears and the audible sobbing himself.
These small bodies that held so much guilt.