( Awakening feels all-too-familiar to Asriel -- it feels like a nightmare after everything that's happened - like the entire world has been reset and he'll awaken in his Father's garden. He can't feel anything except for the cold that greets him as he regains consciousness. More than anything, it's the helplessness that feels terrifying. He's been through something so similar so many times – one would think that he'd be more indifferent, apathetic – but, that's just it, isn't it?
It wasn't him who initiated this to start all over again.
But then, a hand reaches out for him, and it feels more like instinct than anything else to tentatively take it.
He falls then, a quiet yells escaping him and he can't help but look around – panicked and confused. This wasn't the Underground, and-- he... most certainly wasn't a flower anymore.
Anyone who may see him may see him looking over himself – looking to his hands and feeling over his long ears – taking in his surroundings with nothing but disbelief and awe – only for him to jump when someone speaks.
When the woman finishes speaking, he opens his mouth to speaks – draws back in hesitance – only to finally ask one question. )
Excuse me, but I think there may have been a mistake.
( There are so many humans here. How could he be the only monster to have arrived? And.... how is it possible that he had been brought here in the first place? )
II. Welcome to Throne
( Honored guest? Him? Asriel points to himself, tilting his head. )
Golly, me? But – there are so many others here who came with me!
( But then, he brings up magic and Asriel can't help but stop, shaking his head quickly – withdrawing a bit. )
My magic? But, I'm not sure about using my own.
( He... doesn't want to risk hurting anyone. At least, not anymore.
Still, he has so many questions. He had been taught that humans could no longer use magic – so... how is it possible that things could be so different here? )
Asriel Dreemur ( Undertale )
I. Arrival
( Awakening feels all-too-familiar to Asriel -- it feels like a nightmare after everything that's happened - like the entire world has been reset and he'll awaken in his Father's garden. He can't feel anything except for the cold that greets him as he regains consciousness. More than anything, it's the helplessness that feels terrifying. He's been through something so similar so many times – one would think that he'd be more indifferent, apathetic – but, that's just it, isn't it?
It wasn't him who initiated this to start all over again.
But then, a hand reaches out for him, and it feels more like instinct than anything else to tentatively take it.
He falls then, a quiet yells escaping him and he can't help but look around – panicked and confused. This wasn't the Underground, and-- he... most certainly wasn't a flower anymore.
Anyone who may see him may see him looking over himself – looking to his hands and feeling over his long ears – taking in his surroundings with nothing but disbelief and awe – only for him to jump when someone speaks.
When the woman finishes speaking, he opens his mouth to speaks – draws back in hesitance – only to finally ask one question. )
Excuse me, but I think there may have been a mistake.
( There are so many humans here. How could he be the only monster to have arrived? And.... how is it possible that he had been brought here in the first place? )
II. Welcome to Throne
( Honored guest? Him? Asriel points to himself, tilting his head. )
Golly, me? But – there are so many others here who came with me!
( But then, he brings up magic and Asriel can't help but stop, shaking his head quickly – withdrawing a bit. )
My magic? But, I'm not sure about using my own.
( He... doesn't want to risk hurting anyone. At least, not anymore.
Still, he has so many questions. He had been taught that humans could no longer use magic – so... how is it possible that things could be so different here? )