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middaeg2021-02-04 11:36 pm
justabaddream) wrote in middaeg2021-02-04 11:36 pm
New Beginnings
Who: Asriel and Open
When: The beginning of Feoveuer
Where: Throughout Aefenglom
What: Arrival
Warnings: Probably talk of child death, Undertale spoilers
[This should be impossible.
It's the one thought that keeps repeating in Asriel's mind, over and over. This is impossible. He shouldn't be here. How'd he get here? One moment, he was watching Frisk walk away, while being left to his own fate. Frisk would leave with the other monsters, they would all go live happily on the Surface. It's what they all deserved.
And Asriel? Well. He deserved whatever came next. He'd return to being Flowey again, and he'd live out of the rest of his life alone, in the Underground. With Chara. He made peace with that fate. After all, he died. There was no future for him.
Except, when he caught a glimpse of himself in a small pool of water... he found himself somewhere else entirely. The shopkeeper had explained it to him, tried her best to explain the world and the questions he had. She didn't even seem to mind that he was a monster, even if she said that he'd eventually "be a different kind of monster". He's still not sure what that means.
It didn't really matter.
After getting a night of rest, he wakes up the next day. He's still himself. No flower petals, no murderous impulses. It's just him.
So he takes his first step outside, and he's blinded by the sunlight. It's not the first time he's seen it, but it's been a long, long time.
It's really pretty. Just like last time... He didn't deserve this. What was happening to him?
While watching the sunlight, Asriel isn't really watching where he's going. He'll stumble right into you, letting out a startled yelp. Sorry, he's not really used to being around people yet.]
S-sorry! I'm sorry! I was distracted... are you OK?
When: The beginning of Feoveuer
Where: Throughout Aefenglom
What: Arrival
Warnings: Probably talk of child death, Undertale spoilers
[This should be impossible.
It's the one thought that keeps repeating in Asriel's mind, over and over. This is impossible. He shouldn't be here. How'd he get here? One moment, he was watching Frisk walk away, while being left to his own fate. Frisk would leave with the other monsters, they would all go live happily on the Surface. It's what they all deserved.
And Asriel? Well. He deserved whatever came next. He'd return to being Flowey again, and he'd live out of the rest of his life alone, in the Underground. With Chara. He made peace with that fate. After all, he died. There was no future for him.
Except, when he caught a glimpse of himself in a small pool of water... he found himself somewhere else entirely. The shopkeeper had explained it to him, tried her best to explain the world and the questions he had. She didn't even seem to mind that he was a monster, even if she said that he'd eventually "be a different kind of monster". He's still not sure what that means.
It didn't really matter.
After getting a night of rest, he wakes up the next day. He's still himself. No flower petals, no murderous impulses. It's just him.
So he takes his first step outside, and he's blinded by the sunlight. It's not the first time he's seen it, but it's been a long, long time.
It's really pretty. Just like last time... He didn't deserve this. What was happening to him?
While watching the sunlight, Asriel isn't really watching where he's going. He'll stumble right into you, letting out a startled yelp. Sorry, he's not really used to being around people yet.]
S-sorry! I'm sorry! I was distracted... are you OK?
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[Now he's not so sure. If Monsters here are different than Monsters from his world, and he's a Monster Monster, then...
Ugh, his head.]
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[Something Mettaton had to learn long ago. His ears alone should prove that something is amiss about this "surface," anyway.
But at least this provides Mettaton some news. He gives Asirel a pat on the back with his beclawed hand, gentle in his application, at least.]
THAT CAN ONLY MEAN THAT YOU'RE GOING TO MEET A FATE NOT DISSIMILAR FROM MY OWN. [Mettaton used to resent being a monster-Monster. But for the sake of a fan who'll be experiencing this all with fresh eyes... He emotes with a heart. It's not insincere, though.] WONDERFUL! DON'T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU OTHERWISE, SWEETHEART.
[Aefenglom's citizens may turn their noses up at Monsters from time to time, what with a history of oppression under their belts. What place didn't? But Aefenglom's better than that, Mettaton hopes. He moves to clap his hands together.]
WELL! THAT'S SETTLED. LOOK OUT FOR YOUR FIRST FULL MOON, AND YOU'LL GET A BETTER CLUE ABOUT WHAT MONSTER YOU'RE BOUND TO TURN INTO. WILL YOU GET FURRIER, AND BECOME A PUCA OR TURNSKIN...? OR WILL YOU GAIN WINGS, AND BECOME A HARPY OR DRAGON? OOOH, THE POSSIBILITIES! BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY...
[It's a chilly day, but it's still one with rare sunlight for Feoveuer. Mettaton tilts his body somewhat askew, lifting his hand as though shielding his eyes from sunlight. (He has no eyes.)]
THAT CLEARS UP WHY YOU WERE SO DISTRACTED LOOKING AT THE SKY, INSTEAD OF ME! ...YOU HAVEN'T LEFT THE UNDERGROUND, HAVE YOU?