Asriel Dreemurr

[You're good.

Just hearing that from Mettaton is enough to make Asriel want to curl up against him bawl all over again. It was hard to believe that sometimes, when he's been made to feel like he's nothing. And harder to believe, when he's killed so easily - and this time, he didn't have Flowey as an excuse.

Asriel squeezes his eyes shut, letting himself just feel Mettaton's hand on top of his head. It was comforting, and in a rare moment, Asriel feels safer.]

T-thank you. That means... that means everything, coming from you. You don't deserve any of this either.

I really hope you find the happiness you're looking for, Mettaton. I really do. And I'll support you no matter what, okay?