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Date: 2016-08-01 12:11 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-08-01 02:10 am (UTC)Is this is joke?
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Date: 2016-08-01 02:11 am (UTC)3/3
Date: 2016-08-01 02:16 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-08-01 02:39 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-08-01 03:24 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-08-01 03:39 am (UTC)[...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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Date: 2016-08-01 10:02 pm (UTC)(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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Date: 2016-08-01 10:08 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-08-01 10:25 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-08-01 10:45 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-08-01 10:57 pm (UTC)Who is that?
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Date: 2016-08-01 11:01 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-08-01 11:21 pm (UTC)'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
Date: 2016-08-01 11:42 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-08-02 12:54 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2016-08-02 12:57 am (UTC)Au-Augh...!
[Feels like...SANDPAPER!]
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Date: 2016-08-02 03:19 am (UTC)[Frisk's unfazed.] Paint's not good for you. And tongues aren't good for Asriel.
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-04 03:15 am (UTC)[It's not too long before Ridley's purring at him.]
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Date: 2016-08-04 03:26 am (UTC)Ridley... You'll make a fine servant. [He gets headbonked by Ridley in response, but it's okay.]
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Date: 2016-08-04 03:33 am (UTC)Good luck. She doesn't listen to anybody or anything 'cept the food bowl.
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Date: 2016-08-04 03:49 am (UTC)Okay, that's enough.
[He pushes himself up and brushes his robe off. Unfortunately for him, it makes Ridley interested in him again and she swats him back down]
Stop it--!
[Nope! Bapping some more. He growls and his eyes turn toward Frisk. A little help here...?]
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Date: 2016-08-04 06:28 pm (UTC)[Becoming a target yourself is the third option they've discovered.]
[They stand up and run beneath the bed, and Ridley's off like a shot behind them.]
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Date: 2016-08-04 11:21 pm (UTC)While Ridley's distracted, he dashes in the opposite direction. There's a shelf to a clothes drawer that hadn't been shut all the way. He grunts as he pushes it from the inside, trying to widen the crack enough so he can step inside. It takes all his strength, but he budges it enough--it helps this particular shelf just has underwear. He crawls inside in the nick of time, pairs of folded boxers cushioning his fall. There's banging on the drawer from Ridley's unsuccessful batting, but he's far enough in the back where her paws can't reach.]
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