#let thread = theflowercrownprince 4.1 Ooze

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Ah. So the answer was a resounding “No.”

Horrified by what he was seeing, Asriel immediately dashed to Gaster's side and scooped him up into his arms, ignoring how the black substance he could only identify as blood began to rub off onto him and stain his fur.

"Too late!" the prince replied, unable to completely stop his voice from adopting the squeaky, sing-songy tones of panic. "You're coming home with me!"

And that was exactly what happened. Asriel carried off the stricken skeleton with ease, any and all protestations ignored as the greys and greens of New Home passed by in a blur. It was not until they actually passed the threshold of the doorway to his house proper did Asriel stop, wondering where exactly to put Gaster.

Well. No better spot than his bedroom, right? It would leave his parents' rooms open if they were planning on stopping by, and his was nearest to the rest of the house (and most importantly, in this case, the kitchen).

So off he went, taking a small right turn down the hallway and carefully maneuvering the door to his room open while keeping Gaster secure. Soon enough, the prince had gotten inside and placed Gaster on his bed, hovering over him in concern.

"I'm gonna heal you now, okay?" Asriel said, doing his best to sound calm and gentle. "What even happened to you, anyway? Do you remember?"

“Mm, no, Asgore.”  Gaster’s protests were little more than weak moans as he was at the mercy of the much larger monster.  

Not that he minded, really, there was a time when the duo were close, before Gaster’s mistakes had sealed Asgore’s fate, and then his own.  

That being said, he didn’t even really struggle; he still could have, despite the suffocating effects of the Void Imbalance, the cold streaks of agony deep in his bones, the darkness he was utterly submerged in.

He was well aware of just how much destruction he was capable of.  Destruction he didn’t want to be a part of, didn’t want to be the cause of.  

I’m fine.  There’s nothing you can do.  This is normal for me, I’m sorry, there’s so much I haven’t told you.  

At least his tears were obscured by that deep gunk that was already in the corners of his eyes.  It didn’t do anything for the trembling, though.  Despite being placed on the bed, he remained oddly stiff, knees refusing to bend, arms sticking upwards from the elbows, hands fidgeting above him, even as the black material strung between them, bubbled, and fell victim to gravity.

Luckily enough, as far as Gaster knew, there was no ill effects to the strange material, other than a nasty stain that could be left behind if it got smeared into certain materials.  

But, ah, for as much as he answered internally, he failed to verbalize a single word.  Mind was sluggish, like the steady flow of magma downhill, yet he tried to churn, tried to figure out the best way to figure out how to summarize his feelings in few enough words he actually stood a chance of getting them all out.  

“It’s fine... don’t worry.”  One hand reached in the direction of where the goat monster probably was, half open, frozen in that position.

And yet, he realized he probably wouldn’t give up unless he did something to help, and so, regrettably, he gave him the answer.

“Alphys...  Determination...”