Asriel Dreemurr (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pleasereset) wrote2017-05-28 09:51 pm
pleasereset) wrote2017-05-28 09:51 pm
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[Haha, did Mettaton also hear what was gonna happen to Asriel? He must've, if he's getting this message.
God, he's so scared. And he has no idea what to do. His siblings keep looking at him like he's going to shatter apart at any given moment and he's not sure if he won't.]
I'm not sure what there is to talk about.
You heard what's going to happen, didn't you? Not really a whole lot I can do.
[Yes he needs someone to talk to he's currently huddled in a corner of his room with his arms wrapped around himself.]
God, he's so scared. And he has no idea what to do. His siblings keep looking at him like he's going to shatter apart at any given moment and he's not sure if he won't.]
I'm not sure what there is to talk about.
You heard what's going to happen, didn't you? Not really a whole lot I can do.
[Yes he needs someone to talk to he's currently huddled in a corner of his room with his arms wrapped around himself.]
I DID.
THAT ROBOT WAS BEING DRAMATIC, IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY. YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT, YOU GOT IT ALL OUT OF YOU, ASRIEL.
AND YOU'RE STRONGER. YOU'LL BE OKAY.
[Mettaton doesn't have to be told. He knows that Asriel's suffering, and he can probably imagine exactly what Asriel's doing at this point.]
THAT ROBOT WAS BEING DRAMATIC, IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY. YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT, YOU GOT IT ALL OUT OF YOU, ASRIEL.
AND YOU'RE STRONGER. YOU'LL BE OKAY.
[Mettaton doesn't have to be told. He knows that Asriel's suffering, and he can probably imagine exactly what Asriel's doing at this point.]
i'm really scared
[What's going to happen to him when they have to look at him? What if they find something?]
[What's going to happen to him when they have to look at him? What if they find something?]
THAT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO BE SCARED.
BUT I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU. SO WILL YOUR SIBLINGS. WE'LL ALL GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER, SWEETHEART. I PROMISE.
WHAT CAN I DO? THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU.
BUT I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU. SO WILL YOUR SIBLINGS. WE'LL ALL GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER, SWEETHEART. I PROMISE.
WHAT CAN I DO? THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU.
[...]
can i come over?
[He'd make some kind of joke along the lines of "I'll try not to throw up any mutant flesh blobs in your house" but that feels like a real possible now instead of a joke.]
can i come over?
[He'd make some kind of joke along the lines of "I'll try not to throw up any mutant flesh blobs in your house" but that feels like a real possible now instead of a joke.]
OF COURSE. MY DOOR IS ALWAYS OPEN TO YOU. YOU NEEDN'T EVEN KNOCK.
I'LL BE HERE FOR YOU.
I'LL BE HERE FOR YOU.
[Asriel doesn't answer back, but with that invitation, he picks himself up and starts to head towards Mettaton's house. He leaves a note for Frisk and Chara, just to let them know he didn't wander off and die.
When he gets to Mettaton's house, he doesn't knock... but he does call out once he's inside.]
Mettaton...?
[Asriel's there, and he... looks okay. Maybe looks like he's been crying.]
When he gets to Mettaton's house, he doesn't knock... but he does call out once he's inside.]
Mettaton...?
[Asriel's there, and he... looks okay. Maybe looks like he's been crying.]
[Mettaton is, surprisingly, in the kitchen. However, upon hearing Asriel, he moves to the door, a mug of tea in his gloved hands.
Tea...it's warm and nice, and it's got to make a kid feel better, right?]
I made this for you--maybe I made it too fast, but you didn't respond, so I...wasn't sure if I could make it in time.
[Mettaton sounds a little more sober than usual, his words soft and sincere.]
Of course, you needn't drink it, but...I thought it best to offer.
Tea...it's warm and nice, and it's got to make a kid feel better, right?]
I made this for you--maybe I made it too fast, but you didn't respond, so I...wasn't sure if I could make it in time.
[Mettaton sounds a little more sober than usual, his words soft and sincere.]
Of course, you needn't drink it, but...I thought it best to offer.
That sounds really nice, thank you.
[Asriel takes the drink before going to find a place to sit. Once he's settled, he takes a sip.
It's comforting.]
It's good...
[...]
... I think I'm going to have to go away for a few days. They want to look at me, right...?
[Asriel takes the drink before going to find a place to sit. Once he's settled, he takes a sip.
It's comforting.]
It's good...
[...]
... I think I'm going to have to go away for a few days. They want to look at me, right...?
I can go with you.
[He blurts it out before even thinking about it. It's not like he had to think--it was Asriel.]
I'm not an organic being, perhaps I can...you know. Accompany you.
[He doesn't trust anyone to treat Asriel right except for the people he trusts--and the one he doesn't, but Chara is of course Asriel's sibling and deserves the proper deference.]
[He blurts it out before even thinking about it. It's not like he had to think--it was Asriel.]
I'm not an organic being, perhaps I can...you know. Accompany you.
[He doesn't trust anyone to treat Asriel right except for the people he trusts--and the one he doesn't, but Chara is of course Asriel's sibling and deserves the proper deference.]
Asriel
Are you alright?
[Simple. To the point. About all Mettaton can manage.]
Are you alright?
[Simple. To the point. About all Mettaton can manage.]
im okay
[No he's not but no one can tell over text.
If Mettaton's texting him, then Asriel is gonna assume he's not being controlled anymore. And that's a small relief.]
what about you?
[No he's not but no one can tell over text.
If Mettaton's texting him, then Asriel is gonna assume he's not being controlled anymore. And that's a small relief.]
what about you?
I'm fine.
[He's lying.]
And I'm sorry
Asriel i'm so sorry so so sorry for hurting you. i never meant to and you're right, i shouldn't have gone
no good came of it except that you are here and safe again
[He's lying.]
And I'm sorry
Asriel i'm so sorry so so sorry for hurting you. i never meant to and you're right, i shouldn't have gone
no good came of it except that you are here and safe again
[There's no way he could be fine, not when Asriel's seen him touch his neck so many times, searching for an invisible collar around his neck. Only it was real this time, painfully real for them both of them.
Asriel wanted to be mad at Chara and Mettaton for going, really he did. But the truth is, if he never got captured in the first place, Chara wouldn't have come up with that plan to go.
So really... it was all on him. He's the reason it happened.]
it wasnt yur fault
[It wasn't Mettaton's, it wasn't Chara's.
God it hurt to stay awake, but...]
hold on a few mins
Asriel wanted to be mad at Chara and Mettaton for going, really he did. But the truth is, if he never got captured in the first place, Chara wouldn't have come up with that plan to go.
So really... it was all on him. He's the reason it happened.]
it wasnt yur fault
[It wasn't Mettaton's, it wasn't Chara's.
God it hurt to stay awake, but...]
hold on a few mins
[It takes forever, but Asriel stumbles off of the couch and towards he door. It only takes a few feet to get to Mettaton's house, but it feels like a hundred miles away. Each step is painful from wounds that haven't even begun to heal.
He's tired, he shouldn't be up. But he wants to see him. He wants to know that he's still there. Not collared, not on a slave planet and gone forever.
After several long minutes, there's a knock on the door. If Mettaton opens it, he'll find a barely awake, injured goat covered in bandages thanks to Frisk. His fur is messy, patches of brown-red staining white. He hasn't been able to wash it out yet.
Hi Mettaton.]
He's tired, he shouldn't be up. But he wants to see him. He wants to know that he's still there. Not collared, not on a slave planet and gone forever.
After several long minutes, there's a knock on the door. If Mettaton opens it, he'll find a barely awake, injured goat covered in bandages thanks to Frisk. His fur is messy, patches of brown-red staining white. He hasn't been able to wash it out yet.
Hi Mettaton.]
[Mettaton hadn't actually expected to be visited at this point, because he was sure Asriel was spent from the entire fiasco they'd both gone through. As a result, he was still holed up in his room, barely expending any of the little energy he had to operate his TAB.
But then he heard the knock, and despite not wanting to move, he pushes himself to his feet and scrambles to the door, flinging it open to see...Asriel.
Looking like that.
His reaction is immediate; he reaches down and picks up the small child, carrying him inside carefully and haphazardly pulling the door shut.]
God, why did you come here, Asriel? How did you come here?!
[Everything about Mettaton, tired as he sounds and poor as he himself looks, is laced with concern. He's so worried to see Asriel like this.
Gingerly, he lets the young boss monster down onto his couch. Maybe it's the adrenaline, but Mettaton seems to be moving as if he hadn't experienced any ill effects from his time back at the Outpost.
Which is patently untrue, given the new assortment of damages on his body, including new cracks and dings on his upper body, his boots, his arms, his shoulders...to count it up would be utterly impossible.
The things that stand out most include the large crack along the metal plate on his cheek, and the enormous gash at his neck, like someone had tried to decapitate him and failed miserably. That, and the fact that his hair is a mess and he'd not taken any time to try and set it right. He'd have to care first.
He could only hope none of his injuries would be noticed by a tired child.]
But then he heard the knock, and despite not wanting to move, he pushes himself to his feet and scrambles to the door, flinging it open to see...Asriel.
Looking like that.
His reaction is immediate; he reaches down and picks up the small child, carrying him inside carefully and haphazardly pulling the door shut.]
God, why did you come here, Asriel? How did you come here?!
[Everything about Mettaton, tired as he sounds and poor as he himself looks, is laced with concern. He's so worried to see Asriel like this.
Gingerly, he lets the young boss monster down onto his couch. Maybe it's the adrenaline, but Mettaton seems to be moving as if he hadn't experienced any ill effects from his time back at the Outpost.
Which is patently untrue, given the new assortment of damages on his body, including new cracks and dings on his upper body, his boots, his arms, his shoulders...to count it up would be utterly impossible.
The things that stand out most include the large crack along the metal plate on his cheek, and the enormous gash at his neck, like someone had tried to decapitate him and failed miserably. That, and the fact that his hair is a mess and he'd not taken any time to try and set it right. He'd have to care first.
He could only hope none of his injuries would be noticed by a tired child.]
I... walked...
[He sounds about as awful as he looks. There's empty, dust-stained gashes all over him that are covered by cloth bandages, and thankfully none of the dark stains on his fur are coming off on Mettaton.
He doesn't protest being picked up. He can't anyway. As he's carried and set down, his eyes travel to Mettaton's neck.]
You're... hurt. Who...
[Who did it, even though Asriel can't go back and kill whatever slaver he assumes did this kind of damage.]
[He sounds about as awful as he looks. There's empty, dust-stained gashes all over him that are covered by cloth bandages, and thankfully none of the dark stains on his fur are coming off on Mettaton.
He doesn't protest being picked up. He can't anyway. As he's carried and set down, his eyes travel to Mettaton's neck.]
You're... hurt. Who...
[Who did it, even though Asriel can't go back and kill whatever slaver he assumes did this kind of damage.]
Don't worry about that, you're...Asriel, you're more hurt than I am!!
[Whoever had done these dressings hadn't done them terribly, but Mettaton can't push away that prickle of fear that Asriel might just die here and now. It's a little terrifying, and although his joints protest, he pushes himself to his feet and moves to the kitchen.
At the least, fussing and looking for something to provide to the young boss monster, anything at all...it distracted him from himself. He didn't want to think about himself.]
You shouldn't have come, it could have worsened your injuries--I'm glad, though, to know you're...here. It's just--
[There's a clatter as Mettaton drops something plastic, out of sight, and he breathes an exasperated sigh.]
I'm sorry, all this noise...so unnecessary...just give me a moment..!
[Whoever had done these dressings hadn't done them terribly, but Mettaton can't push away that prickle of fear that Asriel might just die here and now. It's a little terrifying, and although his joints protest, he pushes himself to his feet and moves to the kitchen.
At the least, fussing and looking for something to provide to the young boss monster, anything at all...it distracted him from himself. He didn't want to think about himself.]
You shouldn't have come, it could have worsened your injuries--I'm glad, though, to know you're...here. It's just--
[There's a clatter as Mettaton drops something plastic, out of sight, and he breathes an exasperated sigh.]
I'm sorry, all this noise...so unnecessary...just give me a moment..!
[No he's not. He's just tired. Everything hurts, sure, but he hurt those slavers too. It wasn't enough though.
He couldn't hurt them enough.]
I wanted to see if you were okay.
I'm... I'm okay, 'm just tired...
[His response is quieter than usual, and he watches Mettaton walk off to the kitchen. He's a little anxious as he disappears out of view, feeling stupid because it's not like Mettaton's going to disappear the moment he can't see him.]
He couldn't hurt them enough.]
I wanted to see if you were okay.
I'm... I'm okay, 'm just tired...
[His response is quieter than usual, and he watches Mettaton walk off to the kitchen. He's a little anxious as he disappears out of view, feeling stupid because it's not like Mettaton's going to disappear the moment he can't see him.]
[Mettaton picks up the bowl he'd dropped, places it back on the counter, and busies himself with opening a can of soup, because this is something familiar and simple for him to do. He can just make something for Asriel, even if the kid doesn't eat it. At least he's providing something potentially useful.
The only part making it hard is how his hands are shaking.
What if Asriel's not just tired? After something like this, being tired...it's the last thing you want to hear from a monster, especially when so much of what makes them has been compromised. All those cuts and gashes...all the bandages...]
I'm fine! I told you, silly.
[His words waver a little as he speaks. There's so little conviction there]
It'll be alright, we're here now. No more rash decisions. No more slavers.
[Mettaton slides the bowl into the microwave, his hands shaking.]
We just...have to move on from this.
The only part making it hard is how his hands are shaking.
What if Asriel's not just tired? After something like this, being tired...it's the last thing you want to hear from a monster, especially when so much of what makes them has been compromised. All those cuts and gashes...all the bandages...]
I'm fine! I told you, silly.
[His words waver a little as he speaks. There's so little conviction there]
It'll be alright, we're here now. No more rash decisions. No more slavers.
[Mettaton slides the bowl into the microwave, his hands shaking.]
We just...have to move on from this.
[They can... they can move on. They were dead, weren't they? Most of them...
Asriel can't see what Mettaton's doing that's making so much noise, so he twists himself to see. It's a bad idea - sharp pain travels up his side so suddenly that he has to bite his lower lip to keep from making any loud sounds. He's slightly hanging off the edge of the couch a little from his efforts to move around, but he can't get back up.
He doesn't believe Mettaton, but Asriel's not sure if it's because he can't move on. He wasn't fine. His family suffered, and it's because of him, and he's supposed to just act like it's nothing.]
... I killed him.
I killed my owner.
Asriel can't see what Mettaton's doing that's making so much noise, so he twists himself to see. It's a bad idea - sharp pain travels up his side so suddenly that he has to bite his lower lip to keep from making any loud sounds. He's slightly hanging off the edge of the couch a little from his efforts to move around, but he can't get back up.
He doesn't believe Mettaton, but Asriel's not sure if it's because he can't move on. He wasn't fine. His family suffered, and it's because of him, and he's supposed to just act like it's nothing.]
... I killed him.
I killed my owner.
[Whatever Mettaton had been doing, he becomes completely silent at that point.
Part of him is...jealous? That Asriel had been given that opportunity. But another part of him feels sympathy for the young boss monster. Because killing is one of the hardest things a monster could do.
He would know. He's been killing for days. He'd killed for weeks prior to this.
So he walks out of the kitchen, abandoning the soup he had been making even as the microwave beeped to indicate it was done heating up--had he really been thinking about this for a minute?--and moving to Asriel's side. Seeing the kid hanging half off the couch, Mettaton gently rights him, then sits next to him again.
He can't look Asriel in the eye as he speaks.]
He deserved it, you know. He deserved to die. But...I am very sorry that you had to be the one to do such a deed.
Part of him is...jealous? That Asriel had been given that opportunity. But another part of him feels sympathy for the young boss monster. Because killing is one of the hardest things a monster could do.
He would know. He's been killing for days. He'd killed for weeks prior to this.
So he walks out of the kitchen, abandoning the soup he had been making even as the microwave beeped to indicate it was done heating up--had he really been thinking about this for a minute?--and moving to Asriel's side. Seeing the kid hanging half off the couch, Mettaton gently rights him, then sits next to him again.
He can't look Asriel in the eye as he speaks.]
He deserved it, you know. He deserved to die. But...I am very sorry that you had to be the one to do such a deed.
[It doesn't matter if Mettaton is looking at him or not, Asriel rests his head on top of his paws and stares at the floor. His breath hitches painfully, and he blinks tears that are starting to form in his eyes.]
I-I didn't... I didn't mean...
[No, he did. Didn't he? He told Mettaton as much, that he was going to kill his owner.]
He grabbed my disk, and I just - I grabbed it away from him and I just-
[It was hard to breathe. Why was it hard to breathe?]
I couldn't stop.
I-I didn't... I didn't mean...
[No, he did. Didn't he? He told Mettaton as much, that he was going to kill his owner.]
He grabbed my disk, and I just - I grabbed it away from him and I just-
[It was hard to breathe. Why was it hard to breathe?]
I couldn't stop.
[This, Mettaton knows about.
This...he still doesn't know how to fully deal with, but he does know that when he's upset, he wants to be supported. So without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around Asriel, the joints in them creaking and jerky, but ultimately he's successful.]
He threatened your life, Asriel. You cannot be expected to do anything but fight back. You succeeded in protecting yourself from danger and eliminating a grievous threat.
You shouldn't have stopped. Whether you meant to or not, you were protecting yourself. And that is never wrong. Do you understand this?
You are not wrong for what you did.
This...he still doesn't know how to fully deal with, but he does know that when he's upset, he wants to be supported. So without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around Asriel, the joints in them creaking and jerky, but ultimately he's successful.]
He threatened your life, Asriel. You cannot be expected to do anything but fight back. You succeeded in protecting yourself from danger and eliminating a grievous threat.
You shouldn't have stopped. Whether you meant to or not, you were protecting yourself. And that is never wrong. Do you understand this?
You are not wrong for what you did.
[Asriel tries to curl against him, tries to bury his face. There's a brief hiss of pain as he tries to shift himself. It'd be tempting if right now, he could just give into his exhaustion. Mettaton was as close to security and safety as Asriel was gonna get.
... Which was so selfish. Mettaton was hurt too, but maybe they could just lay here and be hurt. That'd... that'd be a little better, wouldn't it?
Asriel bites his lower lip, shaking his head a little. It was wrong because Chara saw, it was wrong because of how he did it, what kind of awful, broken creature he's turned into-]
I'm not sorry.
I...
He died so quick. It was over so fast, and I... I don't feel any better for it. He wasn't sorry for any of it. [Because there's a lot of Floweys out there, aren't there, Asriel?] I-I knew he wasn't going to be, but I... I wanted him to feel something. A-and...
[Now he's just a bloody lump somewhere on the Outpost. All of his fears, his deepest nightmares, reduced to just a lump of meat somewhere out in space.]
I'm sorry. You got hurt too, and I'm just...
[There's a very faint glow as Asriel is pressed up against Mettaton's chest. It's an attempt at healing magic - something that Asriel's never attempted before. He's not even sure if he can manage anything, if he doesn't know how to use it.
He probably shouldn't be using up magic in the state he's in.]
... Which was so selfish. Mettaton was hurt too, but maybe they could just lay here and be hurt. That'd... that'd be a little better, wouldn't it?
Asriel bites his lower lip, shaking his head a little. It was wrong because Chara saw, it was wrong because of how he did it, what kind of awful, broken creature he's turned into-]
I'm not sorry.
I...
He died so quick. It was over so fast, and I... I don't feel any better for it. He wasn't sorry for any of it. [Because there's a lot of Floweys out there, aren't there, Asriel?] I-I knew he wasn't going to be, but I... I wanted him to feel something. A-and...
[Now he's just a bloody lump somewhere on the Outpost. All of his fears, his deepest nightmares, reduced to just a lump of meat somewhere out in space.]
I'm sorry. You got hurt too, and I'm just...
[There's a very faint glow as Asriel is pressed up against Mettaton's chest. It's an attempt at healing magic - something that Asriel's never attempted before. He's not even sure if he can manage anything, if he doesn't know how to use it.
He probably shouldn't be using up magic in the state he's in.]
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