[The trouble with it is, it shouldn't be up to Frisk to solve Asriel's problems. Asgore shouldn't have to be saddled with guilt to think his son feared him. But Asriel's not thinking clearly in the least, and he's paralyzed in the bushes, crouched down on his knees, back to his father and friend and eyes squeezed tightly closed, as if not seeing them will make the problems go away.
It's only Gracie's increasingly frantic cries that get him to open his eyes - and find himself face-to-face with a very disgruntled Stunky.]
Ah-
[It's growling at him. It's growling. Oh, oh no, did he barge in on its home? Did he hit it on accident? He can't remember, he really can't remember and its hackles are raised. Asriel jerks backwards, and the Stunky pounces forward, and he has to push off and scramble to avoid it-]
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It's only Gracie's increasingly frantic cries that get him to open his eyes - and find himself face-to-face with a very disgruntled Stunky.]
Ah-
[It's growling at him. It's growling. Oh, oh no, did he barge in on its home? Did he hit it on accident? He can't remember, he really can't remember and its hackles are raised. Asriel jerks backwards, and the Stunky pounces forward, and he has to push off and scramble to avoid it-]