[It sounds like his Dad walking through the flowers in his throne room, listening at the door with Toriel to make sure he and Chara are sleeping, bright-eyed and awake in the morning as he bustles around to make tea. Asriel squeezes Frisk's hand back, trying to take their words to heart to calm his nerves, but it's hard. He's not ready for this. He and Frisk, they haven't talked about it much since Flappy accidentally broadcasted him over the network (and there really is a LOT to discuss), so just the idea of being shoved into a situation with his father, even accidentally, is terrifying.
Unfortunately, accidents never take your own terror into account.
Asriel turns with Frisk, and the moment he catches a glimpse of his father (no fur, no horns, no snout, but the stature and clothes and beard and expression are unmistakable) a strong shiver radiates from the core of his being. His breath catches in his throat. He feels absolutely chilled, and his expression is wide-eyed, pale, and guilty - guilty for lying about who he was here and at home, guilty for every single reset and every ounce of pain he put Asgore through because of his death, guilty for Chara. All of this rises up in his mind, drowning out the soothing sounds of the forest, until he absolutely cannot take it anymore.]
I...I can't...
[His voice is thin, weak, but unmistakably Asriel. Tears sting the corners of his eyes.]
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[It sounds like his Dad walking through the flowers in his throne room, listening at the door with Toriel to make sure he and Chara are sleeping, bright-eyed and awake in the morning as he bustles around to make tea. Asriel squeezes Frisk's hand back, trying to take their words to heart to calm his nerves, but it's hard. He's not ready for this. He and Frisk, they haven't talked about it much since Flappy accidentally broadcasted him over the network (and there really is a LOT to discuss), so just the idea of being shoved into a situation with his father, even accidentally, is terrifying.
Unfortunately, accidents never take your own terror into account.
Asriel turns with Frisk, and the moment he catches a glimpse of his father (no fur, no horns, no snout, but the stature and clothes and beard and expression are unmistakable) a strong shiver radiates from the core of his being. His breath catches in his throat. He feels absolutely chilled, and his expression is wide-eyed, pale, and guilty - guilty for lying about who he was here and at home, guilty for every single reset and every ounce of pain he put Asgore through because of his death, guilty for Chara. All of this rises up in his mind, drowning out the soothing sounds of the forest, until he absolutely cannot take it anymore.]
I...I can't...
[His voice is thin, weak, but unmistakably Asriel. Tears sting the corners of his eyes.]