[He explained everything to Chara: told them he woke up as a flower. Couldn't feel love and compassion. Couldn't feel anything for his parents and decided they were absolutely useless. Told them he wanted to disappear because he couldn't bear living in a world without love... or them. Told them about his newfound save and reset abilities and what he did with them. Told them he was willing to finish what they started.
All that... all that meant nothing? Did they still think Flowey was an entirely separate person?]
I told you everything. But you... you forgotten me. After everything I've done for you, waiting and waiting all these years to find you again... I decided there was nothing worth saving in this world except you.
You didn't remember me or even cared. You sliced me up until I was completely unrecognizable. Then you brought me back and had the gall to grant me mercy. I betrayed you for what you did to me. I took advantage of the friendships you made with all the people you killed and absorbed their souls. I was this close to having my revenge. For the first time... I would've won.
Then you had to take that away from me too.
Why won't you believe me? Do I have to spell it out for you? I'm Flowey. Flowey is Asriel, your best friend. And you killed me.
[...they honestly aren't sure how to tackle this. Frisk, the real Frisk, they'd be determined enough and smart enough to figure it out, they think, but...]
[Well, who else will? Asriel's made of sturdy-looking stuff, they think, but if he tries to fight a bigger figure than himself--or somehow manages to fight (♥FIGHT?) past the instinct to go still when a real human's around, he'll get broken, no doubt about it. He doesn't deserve that.]
Yeah. You're Asriel...and I'm Frisk. 'S far as I know. [They grip the edge of the shelf as tightly as they can, head still facing the window, eyes still angled at him.] And you...are confused, I think.
Murder is "mean." Betrayal is "mean." I am "mean."
I loved you. Like the idiot I am, I still do. I don't even care you killed me; I just want to know why. Is it because I backed out of the plan? Is it something you hold a grudge against me for? Is there any way I might earn your forgiveness? If you hate me, admit it. I'll take hatred over waiting... and waiting... and waiting for an answer long after I called your name. I can't stand the tension and hanging in this hell for a second longer! Just say it... Chara!
Asriel--I'm not--I don't--I never heard that name before! You don't need to ask a-anyone--you don't know anything! I'm not who you think I am, you're not--
[Oh, they're yelling. They need to not do that.]
[Deep breath. They aren't sure why human things can make them calm down, it's not like they've got lungs, but it does anyway, somehow.]
HOW CAN THIS POSSIBLY BE TRUE!? HOW CAN I BE ANYTHING BUT THE IDENTITY I SO LONG CRAVED FOR MYSELF? HOW CAN I ACHIEVE THAT AND END UP BEING A CARBON COPY OF SOMEONE WHO ALREADY EXISTS? I AM NOT A USELESS FANTASY FROM A MERE CHILD'S IMAGINATION! I AM ASRIEL DREEMURR: THE ABSOLUTE GOD OF HYPERDEATH! I'M INVINCIBLE! I'M UNIQUE! I'M STRONGER THAN EVERYBODY! THERE IS NOBODY--NOBODY--WHO EVEN DARES TO BE REMOTELY LIKE ME! AND YOU'RE SAYING I'M A TOY? THAT MY MEMORIES AND MY PAST ARE WORTH NOTHING!? THAT EVERYTHING I'VE FOUGHT FOR IS A WASTE BECAUSE I WAS NEVER REAL IN THE FIRST PLACE? THERE IS ONLY ONE ASRIEL IN THIS WORLD AND IT'S ME!
What proof do you have that I'm not real!? Why should I believe I'm just a plaything!? Why--why would you even suggest such a thing to a god...!?
[He's real, he's Asriel, he knows it, he was born and raised a monster, he discovered his best friend at the beginning of the Ruins, he remembers everything they've done together, like--like the family photo they're in together. They played in his father's garden once. They fooled around with cameras. And there's more than that, SO MUCH MORE than that, why can't the rest of his memories with Chara come to him, the most important person in his entire life why no why]
Not...worth nothing. It's a story that...a lot of people made...story that's all over the world. Millions of people know it, and they...cared about it, got to caring 'bout everybody and everything there. You, and me too. Enough that we got made.
[Their chest aches. Heart aches.]
[Heartache. Ha. They've heard that track a lot.]
[Frisk stands up to drift towards him.]
Dunno if you care about that. Still true. Sorry. Don't want you to get broke if you...try flying or something.
You don't get it! If I'm a toy, everything about me will be a lie! I'd never have my powers! I wouldn't have absolute control of the timelines! I can't have my revenge, I won't have any souls, I'm back to feeling nothing, I wouldn't have known my best friend... I won't even HAVE a best friend in the first place--!
[A terrible thought wiggles its way through him like a worm. The more he tried denying it, the harder it pushed back: if he was a toy, it explained everything about the gaps in his memory. Why he remembered being friends with Chara, but the specific details regarding the tapes and the photographs and the buttercups are a complete blank. If it wasn't explored in the canon of Undertale... it wasn't there. That's why he can remember Chara killing him--it actually happened in one of the many paths of the game. Why he remembered tricking everybody and stealing their souls. Yet he can't remember anything beyond changing into his final form and begging Chara to let him win, and... and Chara took advantage of him and locked him away... or did they?
The Hypergod of Death had been sealed away. No, that wasn't it. He got put into a box. When he woke up, it hadn't been from a deep sleep. He... He never had a past. Then why did he have those memories? Why couldn't he have been born without them? Why did he feel like he betrayed his friend yet again? Why did he feel so insignificant...?
He can't stop crying. But there shouldn't be anything to cry about! Why is he so pathetic? So weak? So... afraid?]
[...what were they expecting, though? 'Golly, you're right, I know my place in the world now, thanks Frisk!' He thought he was real, the game he's from wasn't easy on the characters, of course this hurts.]
[Frisk hugs what they can reach of him. He isn't exactly the tiniest action figure.]
But...you're not feeling nothing. And--and--and we might get Chara, too. Later. Since b'fore it was just me, an' now you're here too.
[No powers, no past, no pride, no friends (Why should he CARE if he had friends or not?), no enemies, no invincibility...
With or without backstory, Hypergod is caught off-guard by the hug. Frisk is only as high as his knees... why is this affecting him so much? He raised his paws to push them away, but they hang in the air before he reaches their shoulders. Frisk even... Frisk even feels like plastic...]
Will they... will they be a toy too?
[His heart simultaneously soars and sinks. He'll finally see Chara (again?) But will they know him? Will they remember another Asriel? What if they wanted nothing to do with him...?
He transformed from the world's most unstoppable deity into a helpless plaything. Anybody can squash him like a bug... He won't even be able to fight back. The tears don't go away; he'd never felt so small.]
Hahaha... I can't believe I turned out to be such a dirty rotten coward...!
[Because he's terrified. He's absolutely fucking terrified, that's why. He doesn't tell them that though. It takes him a while to respond due to weeping.]
Why was I tricked into delusions of grandeur...? I've been born believing I was everything! I can't let go of that! I won't accept that I'm weak! I can't afford to be broken again!
[Broken from what? His current meltdown? The past he never had?]
Why did I have to be saddled with something that doesn't exist? My imaginary friendship with the only person I thought... had...
[Frisk can't answer that, so they just keep holding on.]
You won't get broke. You'll...you're tough. [Literally and figuratively; they can feel he's made of pretty sturdy plastic, and he's got a lot of determination. Though...they're not sure what he might use the latter for yet.]
[--The door creaks open, and Frisk very nearly freezes in place until they see the tiny tortoiseshell head that pokes in. Tiny to human, anyway. The cat's definitely pretty big to a toy.]
[Hypergod grimaces and wipes his eyes on his robe. He can't let anyone else see him like this--not even the cat. He glares at the feline, watching her every move for anything suspicious.]
...Ridley. [Not a bad name. Just nowhere near as cool as his. 'Cause he's got a big ego. His shoulders slacken now that he knows she's not a threat. He starts climbing down the desk to get a better look.]
[Frisk just. Runs and jumps off the shelf. No need to worry about just being shoved to the floor, they know they can hit the bed, and so they do. Bump-thump.]
[Once Asriel gets down there, Ridley's fished out a random bread tie and is batting it around over the hardwood floor. She won't care about him unless he either moves quickly or walks up right to her.]
[Ridley half-jumps and zooms a short distance before crouching, eyes wide as dinner plates staring at Asriel as though instead he said, "Boo!" Her tail swishes the floor as he approaches her again, settling a bit once she realizes he's there. She sniffs him a little, jerking her head back if he made any sudden movements. She grows used to him and keeps sniffing him...]
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[They honestly don't expect the answer to be useful.]
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[He explained everything to Chara: told them he woke up as a flower. Couldn't feel love and compassion. Couldn't feel anything for his parents and decided they were absolutely useless. Told them he wanted to disappear because he couldn't bear living in a world without love... or them. Told them about his newfound save and reset abilities and what he did with them. Told them he was willing to finish what they started.
All that... all that meant nothing? Did they still think Flowey was an entirely separate person?]
I told you everything. But you... you forgotten me. After everything I've done for you, waiting and waiting all these years to find you again... I decided there was nothing worth saving in this world except you.
You didn't remember me or even cared. You sliced me up until I was completely unrecognizable. Then you brought me back and had the gall to grant me mercy. I betrayed you for what you did to me. I took advantage of the friendships you made with all the people you killed and absorbed their souls. I was this close to having my revenge. For the first time... I would've won.
Then you had to take that away from me too.
Why won't you believe me? Do I have to spell it out for you? I'm Flowey. Flowey is Asriel, your best friend. And you killed me.
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[Well, who else will? Asriel's made of sturdy-looking stuff, they think, but if he tries to fight a bigger figure than himself--or somehow manages to fight (♥FIGHT?) past the instinct to go still when a real human's around, he'll get broken, no doubt about it. He doesn't deserve that.]
Yeah. You're Asriel...and I'm Frisk. 'S far as I know. [They grip the edge of the shelf as tightly as they can, head still facing the window, eyes still angled at him.] And you...are confused, I think.
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What are you talking about? Are you trying to make a fool out of me? Tell me the truth!
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'M not. That'd be mean and stupid of me.
And you...you're...remembering a...a kind of story.
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Murder is "mean." Betrayal is "mean." I am "mean."
I loved you. Like the idiot I am, I still do. I don't even care you killed me; I just want to know why. Is it because I backed out of the plan? Is it something you hold a grudge against me for? Is there any way I might earn your forgiveness? If you hate me, admit it. I'll take hatred over waiting... and waiting... and waiting for an answer long after I called your name. I can't stand the tension and hanging in this hell for a second longer! Just say it... Chara!
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[Oh, they're yelling. They need to not do that.]
[Deep breath. They aren't sure why human things can make them calm down, it's not like they've got lungs, but it does anyway, somehow.]
...please calm down, Asriel.
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[But that's not gonna work.]
You're not Asriel. You're not the Asriel. That Asriel's a story--Undertale, it's a game, and you're a toy made from the game.
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Is this is joke?
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[He's real, he's Asriel, he knows it, he was born and raised a monster, he discovered his best friend at the beginning of the Ruins, he remembers everything they've done together, like--like the family photo they're in together. They played in his father's garden once. They fooled around with cameras. And there's more than that, SO MUCH MORE than that, why can't the rest of his memories with Chara come to him, the most important person in his entire life why no why]
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Not...worth nothing. It's a story that...a lot of people made...story that's all over the world. Millions of people know it, and they...cared about it, got to caring 'bout everybody and everything there. You, and me too. Enough that we got made.
[Their chest aches. Heart aches.]
[Heartache. Ha. They've heard that track a lot.]
[Frisk stands up to drift towards him.]
Dunno if you care about that. Still true. Sorry. Don't want you to get broke if you...try flying or something.
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[A terrible thought wiggles its way through him like a worm. The more he tried denying it, the harder it pushed back: if he was a toy, it explained everything about the gaps in his memory. Why he remembered being friends with Chara, but the specific details regarding the tapes and the photographs and the buttercups are a complete blank. If it wasn't explored in the canon of Undertale... it wasn't there. That's why he can remember Chara killing him--it actually happened in one of the many paths of the game. Why he remembered tricking everybody and stealing their souls. Yet he can't remember anything beyond changing into his final form and begging Chara to let him win, and... and Chara took advantage of him and locked him away... or did they?
The Hypergod of Death had been sealed away. No, that wasn't it. He got put into a box. When he woke up, it hadn't been from a deep sleep. He... He never had a past. Then why did he have those memories? Why couldn't he have been born without them? Why did he feel like he betrayed his friend yet again? Why did he feel so insignificant...?
He can't stop crying. But there shouldn't be anything to cry about! Why is he so pathetic? So weak? So... afraid?]
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[...what were they expecting, though? 'Golly, you're right, I know my place in the world now, thanks Frisk!' He thought he was real, the game he's from wasn't easy on the characters, of course this hurts.]
[Frisk hugs what they can reach of him. He isn't exactly the tiniest action figure.]
But...you're not feeling nothing. And--and--and we might get Chara, too. Later. Since b'fore it was just me, an' now you're here too.
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(Why should he CARE if he had friends or not?), no enemies, no invincibility...With or without backstory, Hypergod is caught off-guard by the hug. Frisk is only as high as his knees... why is this affecting him so much? He raised his paws to push them away, but they hang in the air before he reaches their shoulders. Frisk even... Frisk even feels like plastic...]
Will they... will they be a toy too?
[His heart simultaneously soars and sinks. He'll finally see Chara (again?) But will they know him? Will they remember another Asriel? What if they wanted nothing to do with him...?
He transformed from the world's most unstoppable deity into a helpless plaything. Anybody can squash him like a bug... He won't even be able to fight back. The tears don't go away; he'd never felt so small.]
Hahaha... I can't believe I turned out to be such a dirty rotten coward...!
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[Anime is real, right? pops into their head, and they have to shove down an inappropriate laugh.]
[They pat his leg.]
...Why're you a coward?
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Why was I tricked into delusions of grandeur...? I've been born believing I was everything! I can't let go of that! I won't accept that I'm weak! I can't afford to be broken again!
[Broken from what? His current meltdown? The past he never had?]
Why did I have to be saddled with something that doesn't exist? My imaginary friendship with the only person I thought... had...
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You won't get broke. You'll...you're tough. [Literally and figuratively; they can feel he's made of pretty sturdy plastic, and he's got a lot of determination. Though...they're not sure what he might use the latter for yet.]
[--The door creaks open, and Frisk very nearly freezes in place until they see the tiny tortoiseshell head that pokes in. Tiny to human, anyway. The cat's definitely pretty big to a toy.]
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Who is that?
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That's Ridley.
[Her ears flick towards them, but keeps to her sniffing.]
She might knock you over if you aren't careful, but other than that, she's nice.
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'Cause he's got a big ego.His shoulders slacken now that he knows she's not a threat. He starts climbing down the desk to get a better look.]no subject
[Once Asriel gets down there, Ridley's fished out a random bread tie and is batting it around over the hardwood floor. She won't care about him unless he either moves quickly or walks up right to her.]
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"Howdy."
[Ridley half-jumps and zooms a short distance before crouching, eyes wide as dinner plates staring at Asriel as though instead he said, "Boo!" Her tail swishes the floor as he approaches her again, settling a bit once she realizes he's there. She sniffs him a little, jerking her head back if he made any sudden movements. She grows used to him and keeps sniffing him...]
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Au-Augh...!
[Feels like...SANDPAPER!]
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child plz
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5 years later
5 extra years more
time doesn't exist