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Backdated to the second night, action!

[gainedlove]

'Maroon' is not a deck on this ship.

Really, they should have realized that when Chara first told them, but Frisk had been very rattled by that first conversation. By the time they'd realized it was far too late to even try to figure out where Chara had gotten to. So they take a leaf out of Papyrus' book and start by...checking every barracks deck.

First they start with the rooms labeled seven on each floor, trusting that Chara had at least been right about that much. Having already checked Nomo and Moro, they've come up to Mero certain that they have it right this time! Smiling and squaring their shoulders, they give the door a few knocks.

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Asriel's second night was a lot quieter, and much less emotionally exhausted. But he hadn't really left his room much, only when he was hungry or wanted some time alone to explore the ship. Everything was still so overwhelming, so many unanswered questions and worries...

The knock wakes him up out of a nap, and the young monster untangles himself out of the mess of blankets he piled up in his new egg bed. He wraps one of the blankets around himself like a cape before he groggily answers the door.

"Hello...?"

He blinks, looking a little confused when he recognizes the child in front of him. How did Frisk find him?

"Oh Frisk! Howdy! What are you doing out here?"

[gainedlove]

Well, that's not the familiar face they expected to see. "Asriel? Your room is with Chara?"

...ah, crap, they didn't mean to let that slip out. What if he doesn't know they're here yet?

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Asriel's face twitches with some confusion.

"What? Frisk, why are you..."

Why were they asking about Chara? They already knew what happened to Chara. Was it a joke that Asriel didn't understand?

"... That's not very funny."

[gainedlove]

"N-no, that's not--I mean--!"

Frisk holds up their hands and shakes their head frantically, trying to come up with a way out of this that isn't just literally fleeing down the hall. Frisk doesn't want Asriel to think they're just being a jerk, but--!

Well...they're bound to run into each other on the ship eventually. And Frisk doesn't have to say that they knew Chara before coming here.

"I...I met them when I was getting dinner yesterday."

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"You... met Chara?"

Frisk wouldn't be the type to lie, Asriel thinks. Especially not when it involves something like that. But it just doesn't make any sense. There's no way that Chara could be here.

"That's impossible, Frisk. Chara's... Chara's been gone for a really long time. What would they be doing here?"

[gainedlove]

"I...I don't know. But they're alive here." Frisk isn't sure how Chara was given a body of their own, what the Ingress did to separate the two of them in the first place. But that's a mystery to worry about another time. "...they were really upset about something, too. They wouldn't tell me what."

March 20nd - Text

[heart_breaking]

I got chocolate in the mail. Would you like some?

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YES DEFINITELY!!

How much did you get, Chara? Are you sure you're gonna have enough to share?

[Asriel's thinking three or four bars of it. That's a reasonable amount of chocolate to get in the mail, right?]

[heart_breaking]

LOL! You tell me.

[Next comes an image file that shows the floor in Chara's room. It's tiled completely with jumbo sized brand name chocolate bars, filling the frame from one side to the other. It's more chocolate than the picture can hold.]

TBH I cant actually beleive they gave me this many. I thought they were going to refuse, but I instead got even more than I asked for.

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Continued from here

It's the truth, but it aches anyway. But there's something else there, festering as Chara speaks.

Confusion.

Chara shouldn't know anything about Flowey. And the piercing gaze makes him wonder if Frisk said anything - no, no, Frisk wouldn't. But how would they know? They were gone, and the only human in the Underground that knew was...

"...Yeah, I did. I couldn't anymore, when Frisk showed up."

There's a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but he continues on anyway. If Chara knows what he did as Flowey, there was no need to hold back anymore information regardless of how he felt.

"When I absorbed the six souls, I had that power back for a little while but... in the end, I couldn't defeat Frisk. And now that power is gone for good. ...In a way, I'm glad it is."

May 4th

[inruins]

What did the duck say to the bartender?

May 4th

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[Ohhh boy. Asriel doesn't even have to read who sent the text to know who this is.]

I don't know. What did the duck say to the bartender?

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Put it on my bill!

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[While it's not written in text, there's a loud snerk from Asriel. And in a few seconds, Toriel gets this response:]

Why was the broom late?

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[Somewhere on the ship, Toriel is chortling quite pleased with her son.]

I do not know, why was it late?

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Because it over swept!

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[Anyone near Toriel will hear a particularly loud bleat of laughter as she reads the punchline.]

L-O-L!
That was wonderful!

after the escape attempt/before the attacks

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[A knock at the door alerts Asriel to someone outside. However, when he goes to check there's only a neatly-folded shirt and a handwritten note.

The shirt reads ASRIEL FAN CLUB and sports a picture of his smiling face done in neon pink and orange puff paint.

As for the letter?]

PRINCE ASRIEL!

I HOPE YOU ARE FEELING BETTER THESE DAYS! I, PAPYRUS, HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU!

DON'T WORRY IF YOU CAN ACCEPT SUCH A FASHIONABLE ITEM, FOR YOU SEE, I HAVE ONE JUST LIKE IT! WEAR IT SOMETIMES, AND REMEMBER, IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO BE A COOL GUY!

YOUR FRIEND,
PAPYRUS

DELIVERY

[mailcall]

On the morning of July 16th, Asriel will receive a copy of Kevin Flynn’s book Digital Gaming: Programming Tomorrow’s Arcade Classics. (Back cover). The book contains the autobiographical reflections of the author, apparently the “Creator of the #1 Video Game in America,” Kevin Flynn, about his work. Two example pages can be seen here and here.

Text - 9/25 - afternoon

[mttbrandlegs]

HELLO ASRIEL!

I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I'VE SOUGHT ASSISTANCE WITH REGARDS TO MAINTENANCE. :) SINCE YOU WERE CONCERNED ABOUT ME BEING SICK!

ALSO HOW ARE YOU TODAY? ISN'T IT SO MUCH BETTER TO BE BACK HERE ON THE SHIP???

Text - 9/25 - afternoon

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That's great! Do you feel better, or are you still sick?

And I'm doing better now! I'm happier being back on the ship, that's for sure. I don't think I wanna leave it for a while...

Oh yeah!! My horns are starting to look like real horns now!

[mttbrandlegs]

I'LL FEEL BETTER SOON!

[Which means he is still pending on repairs. He still feels shitty. And maybe that's his fault, but he wants to stay in this body, broken or not.]

OH MY!! PICTURES, PICTURES!!! :D YOU SHOULD BE DOCUMENTING SUCH A MOMENTOUS OCCASION!

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Okay, I'm glad to hear it.

[He was pretty worried.]

I'll take some pictures, but I can show you too if you still want to go star-gazing!

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton takes a few minutes to message back this time.]

NOT TODAY, HONEY. I'M SORRY.

SOON, I PROMISE

[As soon as that one is sent, another hastily typed message pops up.]

but you can still send me pictures!!

[And then one more. The smiley makes it just a little too transparent...but he can't take it back once he's sent it.]

I MEAN! YOU KNOW. SORRY, CAPS LOCK WAS OFF! :o