#( v.ii ) -- asriel / flowey

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Gardening is one of the most relaxing activities, &. this sentiment stands strong with Asriel. Plucking marigolds &. fitting them into large, porcelain pots dotted with golden paint, the kid pats the dirt.

It's a trait he inherited from his father. A love for the wild, for the intimacy of the outside world all stored in a simple garden bed carved with love. He thinks it's beautiful; to express yourself this way, to breathe the stirred soil as your lungs encompass all of that beauty &. self expression.

Gardening is one of the most relaxing activities, &. Asriel indulges heavily in it in his free time.

One of the flowers he's always wanted to nurture is the buttercups that Asgore keeps so safe in his throne room—nobody is allowed to touch them. Something to do with the sickness they can entail, but who cares ? One day, those flowers will belong to him, &. he'll treat them with utmost care just like his dad does.

He shuffles along the garden bed, quickly realising someone else is with him. The fur by his muzzle glows a faint pink from his red face underneath. ᴀ ——— ❝ Oh ... how long have you been standing there ? ❞

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He'd sensed something off in the beginning. The way things seemed to breathe deafening chills, &. how the world around the garden was a shade darker. The shadows were not natural.

Nonetheless, Asriel dismissed it, because weirder things existed in the Underground. Besides, it would be insanity to attempt to assassinate the prince of the Underground.

Ace approaches him, acting almost as awkward as Azzy is in the moment which eases his nerves. He measures them, trying to see if he can assign a name to their face ( because he knows everyone in the Underground, despite being sheltered in Home all his life ).

ᴀ ——— ❝ Um, yeah ... ❞ he does not recognise them. Toriel warned him of stranger danger but ... they seem nice enough. ❝ They won't survive here, there isn't enough sunlight &. it's too far out for us to consistently care for them. ❞

The goat picks up one of the pots, holding it up to Ace. ❝ Mother says they're too beautiful to leave here, so I was bringing them back home. ❞

He brushes a paw through the marigolds, offering a gentle smile.

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"Hm?", they pause once Asriel spoke up, looking back towards him. They didn't even notice the cold biting away at their skin - only when it was pointed out did they feel it.

"Oh, right! How silly of me, I forgot we should at least bring coats and-or boots. I thought since you had fur you would be more resistant, but I suppose I was wrong. ᴵᵗ ᶦˢ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᶠᵘᶻᶻʸ ᵗʰᵒ", the human commented, shivering.

They quickly shook it off, pulling Asriel again by his paw back into their much warmer home, murmuring off-hand: "ᴰᵉᵃʳ ˡᵒʳᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵖᵘᵐᵖ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ."

A voice inside Chara told them that there is something wrong. More accurate, that they did something wrong, thus creating a spiral of both of the children feeling bad for something they didn't do.

The human brushed the thoughts away, now a stupidly confident smirk washing over their face. "Want to race me to the top of the stairs?"

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There's a visible pout on Asriel's face; hanging lip falling to the ground like closing blinds. He shakes his head at Chara's remark about his fur. While the kid knows the human means well, he can't help but feel the slightest bit offended at the suggestion that he doesn't need a coat.

#ﾞ ᴀ ——— ❝ I-I'm no better than you, you know ! ❞ He whines, ❝ Fur doesn't mean I don't freeze ! How many times have you stolen blankets from my bed ? Besides ... you know I don't have as strong fire magic as mum. ❞

Dear sweet Asriel, even though he's upset, he forgives Chara so quickly &. without a doubt. He tugs slightly on his paw when Chara takes it, pulling him along &. into the house. He hangs his head slightly, ashamed of flinching at his sibling's touch.

The sentiment is quickly drowned away when they order the challenge, though.

❝ You won't make me clean your side of the room for a month again if you win ... right ? ❞ Despite his concern, Asriel kneels before the staircase, fully prepared to start running on Chara's count. ❝ Nevermind. I'll win this time for sure ! Then you'll have to give me your chocolate tonight ! ❞ Though, the goat doesn't have any real intentions of robbing Chara of their favourite treats. He'd give them chocolates if he won anyway.

❝ On three ? ❞

#ﾞ ᴀ ——— ❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ? ❞ The goat is absolutely awestruck as he stares at the golden locket rested in his paws . It’s a strong amber against the pastel of his sweater . It matches perfectly with his green eyes –- like a sunflower blossoming in the wake of a melting sunset . ❝ Are you sure it’s really that strong , Chara ? ❞

It was the most perfect gift ever , no matter the skeptics that the Dreemurr boy presents . Asriel clasps the locket as it falls around his neck , smiling warmly . ❝ I don’t think it’s that powerful , but ... I love it so much , just like you ! ❞

❝ We’ll be best friends forever , right ? Pinkie promise ? ❞

@goldcnbuttercups finished his blog so I am legally obligated to write him a starter !

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BRAT •:

“I know how to fend for myself!” Marilyn dissents angrily, then pausing as Flowey goes on to explain. Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Where’d the shoe go!?”

A glance around the black void. A listen to the flower’s explanation, about ‘SOULS’ & ‘King Asgore’ & such. ...!?!?

“What—-” the child jumps as the bullet goes past, staring at the red heart before her. She attempts to grab the heart at first, then runs for Flowey, completely ignoring the fact that he has bullets and hoping she could just try & crush him again. Hoping that’d break his concentration & get her out of this black space.

“What’s different here?” Comes Marilyn’s demand. “How is fighting any different? I gotta protect this… ‘soul?’“

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WELL , HE HADN’T EXPECTED THE SHOE TO DISAPPEAR IF FLOWEY WAS BEING HONEST . Hadn’t even realised it was gone until Marilyn had mentioned it herself . While Flowey could use this as an excuse to escape , he decided it was ultimately futile , especially if he wanted Marilyn’s trust for whatever reason . The second he tries to leave or the battle ends , the shoe will probably be back .

#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ See ? You’re a natura -- ❞ The reincarnated flower is cut short as Marilyn rushes at him , causing Flowey to flinch at the thought he might be stomped again . The bullets drop , disintegrating as the arena around them fades . He squeezes his eyes shut before slowly opening them as he glances down — the shoe’s back . God dammit .

❝ Wh -- hah , ha , whaddya mean any different ? You’re meaning to tell me your FIGHT mechanics are like a video game on the surface too ? ❞ Maybe he shouldn’t have phrased it like that . Flowey slows that thought , rubbing a vine against where his chin would be , ❝ Huh ... haven’t seen one of THOSE in a while down here . ❞ He pokes the tip of the vine towards the determination SOUL . Now he’s nervous .

❝ ... but , yes . That’s the gist of if , hehe ! ❞ A wink in return from the flower with a sly smile .

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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Marilyn’s face scrunches up in a frown. “‘Sparkling?’ No, duh! I would’ve gone to look at it!”

The child takes a step back, frown lengthening as eyebrows furrow. She pulls (pushes?) the door, making a beeline for prev. mentioned garden bed. Seeing something sparkling there now. She bends to inspect it more closely.

“What is it?” —putting the shoe a little forward so Flowey can see too. “You should know!”

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 -- ❞ But as soon as Flowey mentions this , the two are on their way back where they came . ❝ H - Hey hey hey heyHEY ! What are you doing ? Spike road to freedom is back THAT way ! ❞

As Marilyn passes back through the door to the Ruins , Flowey continues to protest , ❝ There’s nothin -- ! Oh ... ❞ He falters as bead eyes draw attention to the SAVE point on the garden bed . ❝ That . ❞ So that kid could see the SAVE , which would mean she has a DETERMINATION soul –- or a more powerful one .

Flowey pulls his head back as he’s shoved forth at the SAVE , growling as per usual . He sifts a vine through the leaves that have accumulated from broken holes further above Mt Ebott that guided themselves to a neat pile on the floor . ❝ Nothing . Just something common through here that can help us . If you want to get out in one piece , that is . ❞ He hopes that his lie is enough to deter Marilyn from investigating further into into her ability .

❝ What’s more important is learning how things work down here ! As you know , we’re monsters ... if you guessed as much , that is . &&. monsters DON’T like humans ! So , they’ll try to fight you ! ❞ Yes , this was a wonderful idea . Convince Marilyn to learn to FIGHT so he could take advantage of her soul ... he could learn a lot through that . He summons his bullets friendliness pellets &&. the area around them fades to black . Both he &&. Marilyn are definable by their now glowing white features . ❝ I won’t kill you . As much as I’d LOVE to right now . Buuut , you need to learn how to fend for yourself –- so here’s the prime time to do that ! ❞

Devilishly delightful , Flowey . ❝ &&. they’ll try to attack your SOUL to bring back to King Asgore to breakdown the barrier . What’s your soul ? The very culmination of your being ! The essence of your life ! Your beating heart ! That . ❞ Flowey fires a bullet past Marilyn , causing a glow to appear at her chest cavity as a love - heart materialises before the child .

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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BRAT •:

Marilyn gives the flower a glare of indignation. “Why don’t you shut up? You’re all big talk now that you’re not in danger, huh? And don’t worry, I know you won’t run away without me. You’re a helpless little plant in a shoe, for Pete’s sake!”

It’s the last straw when Flowey starts mocking her, and she quickly moves to slap him in the ‘face’. 

“Goat? Now you’re making even less sense! But I mean, you are a talking piece of trash, so I guess a goat’s not far out of the question.”

A sigh at being called ‘pathetic.’ How much longer will she have to spend with this guy? Longer than she wants, but as much as she needs, she knows…

Marilyn does as she’s instructed, although talking during the trek.

“Reset? What’s that mean?”

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ! ❞ Flowey screws his face up as he gets slapped , hissing once more . He glues the vine to his face , rubbing his bud as he continues ,

❝ Your mess , not mine . Maybe don’t go climbing mountains next time , hmm ? ❞ A light tap against Marilyn’s face ; softer this time , but still very irritated as he continues talking , ❝ It means you should mind your own business ! ❞

Now he feels uneasy , if his own determination is to be challenged , the SAVE files Flowey has could be overwritten . So far Marilyn proves to be little threat aside from her recklessness ( his beautiful demeanour was damaged ! His petals torn ! )

❝ But if you really want to know , I suppose little old me can give you a bit more information on how things work here ... did you happen to notice anything sparkling in that garden bed before we went through that door ? ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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“What, you want out of the shoe? You’ll die, remember?!” Marilyn reminds him argumentatively, a rhetorical question really. 

Again, the child’s misgivings regarding their situation are turning into belligerence. Justified though, considering everything that’s happened between her and Flowey so far.

“And ‘catching snails?’ What the heck is this place?”

She steps forward—north—-continuously heading in prev. mentioned direction until she assumes she’s far enough to stop. 

“Alright, jerk plant. What now?”

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 . ❞ Flowey hisses , flicking Marilyn’s forehead with aforementioned vine . ❝ I knew you wouldn’t want to dump me anyway . Too scared , hm ? Think I might just run away without you ? Aw , poor puppy . ❞ He bickers back with a sly grin .

❝ My own personal hell catered specifically to me , you wouldn’t believe . ❞ He rolls his eyes at her comment , mimicking a hand puppet as he mockingly repeats what Marilyn said , ❝ Eeehhhh , catching snails , what is this plaaaace ? Mememememm -- shut up ! It’s not my place to say what the HELL goes through that goats head , now , isn’t it ? ❞ Given Toriel is his mother , though , it might be expected .

❝ Golly , you’re pathetic . ❞ Flowey concludes at last before growling again at the question , ❝ Walk on the center buttons and flick the switch , then keep going along the path . There’ll be a bridge with spikes past the corridor but out of all the resets I’ve tried to go through it , the spikes are for show . They can’t kill you no matter how hard you try . But please be my guest if you want to prove otherwise ! ❞ He barely realises he let slip the concept of RESETting before he drops into silence again .

❝ Hmm ... wait .. ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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“Do you think I wouldn’t agree to that?” Marilyn slights, head cocking at the plant with an expression like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t want to be stuck with you any longer than I have to! And quit whining!”

The child leans down, using her free hand to pry one of her bleached sneakers off. She sets the shoe down, cups her hand, and pulls up some soil from the ground—dunking the stuff into prev. mentioned object.

“There,” Marilyn plunks Flowey, not all too gently, into the sneaker, then taking off the other one (for balance, you know) and picking him up.

“Alright, now where do we go?”

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 . Straight ahead . ❞ Flowey grimaces as he squirms in the boot , attempting to make this hell - ish purgatory more comfortable for himself ( it doesn’t work ) . ❝ Just keep going forward and I’ll tell you if you’re going the wrong way . Like an idiot . ❞

A new vine sprouts out –- a smaller one with a leaf on the end –- Flowey poking forward &&. wiggling the new arm to gesture before the two . ❝ Oh thank Asgore , I still have SOME hands for this . ❞ Albeit , a baby .

There’s some silence between the two before Flowey takes a deep inhale , ❝ Y’know , I’m not sure if Toriel is home . Someone you NEED to avoid if you want to get through here without being locked up with no escape ! If I wasn’t in . This . SHOE then MAYBE I could have scouted ahead for you . But I can’t ! So we just have to pray the old lady is catching snails right now . ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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“Look, I don’t know what ‘Snowdin’ or ‘Waterfall’ are!” Marilyn’s brows furrow as she contemplates this, stooping to the flower in order to be at sorta-eye-level. “But obviously you do! So yeah! Take me there!”

She draws her legs up, standing again, looking down at Flowey with one eyebrow arched in thought. How the heck is he going to take her anywhere, this little… plant?

“’See me along the way?’“ the nine-year-old finally snickers somewhat. “You’re too tiny! You don’t have legs! What are you gonna do, just pop up and pop in and pop up and–that’s too much, it’d take too long!”

Marilyn reaches forward, uprooting Flowey and then examining him. “Do you still need soil or something? Should I put you in something, huh?”

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 , 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍 . #ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ I can travel long distances underground , y’know ? I don’t have to continuously resurface like a dolphin . ❞ He blows a raspberry at Marilyn .

❝ There’s also those vines . I can demonstrate them to you again if you want –- how far do you want to be thrown ? ❞ His pupils shrink as Marilyn approaches him .

❝ What are -- AAAAAAARGH GOD . MIGHTY ANGEL OF THE SURFACE ABOVE . WHAT THE HELL ?? ❞ Flowey shrieks , curling in on himself around Marilyn’s hand as he stares at his roots . ❝ YES I NEED SOIL –- I’M A FLOWER ! What kind of QUESTION IS THAT ? GOD -- ❞

❝ Couldn’t you have been a tad more GENTLE ? My god ... that hurt ! Ggh , put me in a shoe or something and we can go . Then when I’ve finished guiding you , you let me go back to my devices . Agreed ? ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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“Nope, nothing! Besides even I did, who says you’d listen?” Marilyn ripostes, the insults only serving to annoy her further. Ugh, she almost wishes she did kill him. 

The nine-year-old laughs too now, although grudgingly. “And whatdoyoumean ‘what kind of person does that?’  Didn’t you just try to kill me, huh?”

She offers one final glare at Flowey. “How about tell me how to get out of here! Not like you won’t lie about it, sure, but it’s worth a try!”

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 , you could stand to learn about it ! I was demonstrating to you ! ❞ Flowey growls , a vine reaching up to feel his damaged petal . Ugh , not even he would go so far as to damage Marilyn’s dignity like that –- on their first encounter , anyway . ❝ Tch . Hope you get squashed like a bug trying to escape . ❞

Retracting his vines , Flowey pauses as Marilyn begs the question ( more - so demand , he supposes ) of how to get out . He’s still for a moment , quiet as if “ Flowey ” were a mere mirage and he was but a simple garden flower incapable of free thought or speech .

Then with a twist , he meets Marilyn’s eyes again . ❝ North of the Ruins –- through Snowdin to Waterfall and across to Hotlands . There you’ll find New Home &&. with it , King Asgore . You can go home from there . ❞

❝ It won’t be easy without a guide . You’ll be eaten alive out there the moment you leave the Ruins , unless Smiley Trashbag decides to get off his lazy ass &&. save you , kid . But you’re probably smart enough to get through it alone . Or stupidly dumb lucked . Whichever comes first . I’ll see you along the way unless you change your mind . ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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“Not really,” the girl shoots a glare at Flowey, still shaken after prev. events. Who wouldn’t be!? “I can do that too!“

Marilyn truly wants to flex that over him but she realises it’s just inviting danger. Which yeah is what she does, but she doesn’t want to get killed, especially since that could be permanent round here. 

“Well, I could!” she adds as a result of that quick think-through. “And ‘it could happen to you?’ You sound like a TV advertisement! Plus why would you kill yourself? Stupid.”

…and she does tries to step on him.

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 ! 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ! M - A - N - I - P - U - L - A –- h - hey , what are you do -- AA -- ❞ Splat . Flowey is indeed stepped on , a soft crunch sounding as he’s pressed to the compact brick &&. soil . Luckily , he resurfaces a meter away from Marilyn with only a torn petal from the murder attempt .

❝ Are . You . INSANE ? You just tried to kill me ! What kind of person does that ? ❞ You , Flowey . Despite his previous boasting , the golden flora shakes his bud with a groan , ❝ Right while I’m talking too –- THE NERVE ! You really are a SELFISH , RUDE LITTLE BRAT . I cannot believe I’ve spent my time talking to you as if you’d understand ! Ha ! Haha ! ❞

He wilts , giggling to himself in hysterics at his own idiocy . Although much of his words are gaslighting , part of Flowey really feels hurt that he was vulnerable in any way with the thought that he was being heard out . Albeit in a backwards way . ❝ If that’s how it’s gonna be , then good day to you ! I’ll be going then –- unless you have anymore smart remarks you want to tell me before I go . I’m all ears , brat ! ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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“Mummy and Daddy are dead,” the girl replies easily at Flowey’s rhetorical question, also narrowing her eyes at the “might hurt a lot for you” remark.

“Why would everyone deserve it? Ya don’t know if everyone left you to rot, unless you’re like, psychic or something! And you count as ‘everyone’, so! You killed yourself? You come back to life or something? That’s kinda cool! But you’re...” she casts the flower a roguish grin. “You’re just a plant, y’know. I could step on you if I wanted, so shut up with the dumb insults.”

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#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 ! 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘 , ❞ Flowey tilts his head like a dog , poking his tongue out with a smile , ❝ Too bad ! So sad . Some of us never got that family experience either , but you don’t see me complaining ! ❞

❝ Uh , I would ? That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve heard –- HAH ! ❞ However playful Flowey was before turns into bitter cynicism , ❝ Step on me if you want , pest , but you only put yourself in harm’s way , ❞ a vine extends out of the ground , tightening around Marilyn’s ankle and dangling her upside down . He’s toying with his prey .

He bounces her for a bit as another vine stretches out , poking what would be the chin on his bulb , ❝ Let’s see ... I could see how far you fly through the Ruins roof –- noo , that’s too much of a MERCY death . How about suffocation underground ? That seems enticing ! ❞

He drops the child back down –- rather roughly but untouched –- the vine sinking back underground as he bobs his stem in a shrug - like manner . ❝ Listen kid , I’m completely serious here when I say what I’ve done is true . &&. it could happen to you ! So maybe YOU should be the one to shut up . ❞

❝ But to answer your question , idiot : yep ! Basically died and came back ! Neat trick , huh ? ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .

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"Me?? Lie!?" They gasp. "How DARE you accuse me of such things?" They respond with a sarcastic and carefree tone, attempting to surpress nearly uncontrollable laughter. "I will have you sued for defamation, you know? I plead not guilty!" Chara put their free hand onto their chest, as if swearing to tell the truth and nothing but the truth.

Even if they'd usually tease Asriel for crying, they decided that it's better to keep their mouth shut. After all, if Asriel had done the same for them, they would have a similiar - if not, the same reaction.

Chara almost hated it; how much their brother reminded them of themselves in the past, that is. It was always a reminder of the days up above, of what things have been done to them and what they have become.

It wasn't a nice reminder to say the least, but the most they could do is grind their teeth and smile.

They were still happy for Asriel, and Chara doesn't want to take his innocence away from him. Just because they suffered doesn't mean he should suffer as well.

Chara quickly dismisses this train of thought so they don't accidentally zone out.

"Only the best things for the best-est brother! I'll show you where I got them, but you must not tell a soul! Now, come on!" Without any prior warning, they pulled Asriel by his arm and started rushing to Snowdin.

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Asriel would never be under the impression Chara was struggling.

While they’d fallen down &. seemed distressed when he’d offered to help, it never quite raised some alarm bells. He’d only thought they were dazed from the fall.

Chara was hurt. There was a lasting bitterness deep within their soul that no amount of trying could wash away. There was no safe way for them to heal right now, so they had to make do with what little good they "still could do."

If he knew the extent of what Chara had gone through, Asriel would try. He'd try to better understand what they were fighting, &. better to understand why they did things that made them inherently bad.

Because they’d never mean to be a bad person, it was their hurt that influenced the things they did.

Before anything else, Asriel is tugged down through the staircase to the basement &. beyond the doors. He knows he requested this, but now a pit in his stomach is forming. Maybe they shouldn't be doing this ...

As he fights back his instinct, Asriel sputters, #ﾞ ᴀ ——— ❝ Um ... maybe this wasn’t such a good idea ... ❞ Asriel clenches his feet in the snow, grimacing at the coldness. Why didn’t he think to put on some boots ?

❝ A-Aren’t you cold ? ❞

#ﾞ ᴀ ——— ❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ? ❞ The goat is absolutely awestruck as he stares at the golden locket rested in his paws . It’s a strong amber against the pastel of his sweater . It matches perfectly with his green eyes –- like a sunflower blossoming in the wake of a melting sunset . ❝ Are you sure it’s really that strong , Chara ? ❞

It was the most perfect gift ever , no matter the skeptics that the Dreemurr boy presents . Asriel clasps the locket as it falls around his neck , smiling warmly . ❝ I don’t think it’s that powerful , but ... I love it so much , just like you ! ❞

❝ We’ll be best friends forever , right ? Pinkie promise ? ❞

@goldcnbuttercups finished his blog so I am legally obligated to write him a starter !

[eggsmuses-a]

BRAT •:

“I can tell what you’re thinking just by your face! And it’s okay!” a child’s voice, not drifting but punctuating. A girl steps up to the flower, her beige braids swinging as she comes. She doesn’t kneel but rather stands, looking down at him, as if it makes her feel powerful. “We all have murderous thoughts!”

“But, uh, are yours justified?” her tone’s become equal parts curious and suspicious. “Who do ya wanna murder, anyway? And why?”

EGGSMUSES •:

#ﾞ ꜰ ——— ❝ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐄 ! I wasn’t expecting anybody to be out here –- let alone find little old me ! ❞ The golden flower drops underground before sprouting once more , facing the newcomer head - on now . ❝ Though , didn’t your mummy and daddy teach you not to pry into stranger’s lives brat ? It’s not very safe , y’know ! ❞

❝ I guess it can’t hurt . Me , anyway . It might hurt a lot for you . ❞ Flowey pauses for a moment before grinning , ❝ Everyone . Which is no major feat , but would you believe me if I said I’ve done it before ? Really ! They deserve it . Leaving me to rot . Wouldn’t you want the same ~ ? ❞

He is staring . He is having murderous thoughts .