[The presence at the other end stays quiet while he speaks. Beneath the willful hum of the Soul, Kris's emotions have fallen to more of a dull throb. Even that much, they're trying not to let it show.
It's weird, seeing him act like this. It almost seems stupid that they didn't figure it out sooner. No matter how much of an edgelord he pretends to be, they know their brother better than anyone.
But he's not their brother. They have to remember that.
They manage to stay silent until the last moment, when he decides to say it's your choice. A dry, bitter laugh escapes them.]
Why do you care? You're not him. You don't even know me.
[They miss him. They want to see him again so badly, but not like this.]
Why do I care?! Why do you think, idiot?! You just showed me a version of m-- of Asriel that never existed in my world!
[After sitting with it all day long, here's one of the conclusions he's come to: it's not fair. How come this other Asriel got to grow up? How come he got to have a happy life with friends and his own SOUL and everything? What a joke. Childish jealousy radiates off of him.]
But you're right about one thing. I don't know you! Who are you? Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys... even that moron, Sans. I know all of them. I knew EVERYONE. I knew Chara, and I knew the other humans Toriel adopted when we died. [He lets the mention of their death slip out by accident. Mostly, he's thinking about Frisk when he talks about the other humans-- he only knows of the other six who became souls in Asgore's jars, but he never met them.]
But, YOU. As far as I know, you didn't exist at ALL in my world. [He says that, but he doesn't actually know for sure. Maybe they were someone everyone else met on the surface. Maybe they were one of Toriel's kids. Maybe they were somewhere else out there, lost in the dark. Sometimes, Flowey thinks there were things even he never saw; the Underground could be a big place.
... And he can't shake the possibility that they could have some type of relationship to Chara, up to being them in some strange alternate way. But he doesn't know for sure.]
[They've both reached a similar conclusion, then. It's the jealousy that doesn't quite make sense, up until he lets it slip near the end. Asriel is dead.
... that should upset them, shouldn't it? They should feel worse. They should be angry, sad, apologetic, anything... but all they feel is a hollow sense of relief.
If Kris doesn't exist, then it's not their fault. They didn't ruin his life.
The world moves on without them. Another human in their place. Were they ever anything special, really? Would any human do? Was it always a mistake that they were the one Toriel took in and raised, instead of someone else?
And yet, at the same time, they can't even say the world is better off without them. It's just a different flavour of awful, a different series of tragedies. Asriel instead of Dess—or who's to say they both didn't suffer? Fate can be cruel like that. They don't want to ask.]
Guess I'm not that important. [Their voice wavers, but the walls of their heart hold firm even as the foundation crumbles away. They funnel what little energy they have left into being vaguely annoyed.] What do you want out of this? You want me to say you were cool and popular in another timeline? You're not him, and you'll never be him. Get over yourself.
[He's willing to put up with a certain amount of shit from them- this is probably harder to deal with when you have a soul- but not that much.
That last bit makes something truly snap.]
Do you think I don't know that? [All this has done is confirm what he already knew: he's the broken, defective 'Asriel'. What an idiot he was, offering to try and build a bridge with them! They would always think of him as a mere shadow of their oh-so-amazing brother. What a stupid idea, trying to be a 'better person'. If only he could go to THEIR world, he would wring that Asriel's neck HIMSELF.
Oh, and how good he is at imagining, after lifetimes of killing. He decides to show Kris the mental image in as much graphic detail as he can muster.]
As if I'd want to be a brother to you. You're such a loser, you don't even EXIST in my world! No wonder he was so eager to go to college and leave you behind. I bet he hasn't even thought of you ONCE.
[Just to twist the knife a little, he puts on his Asriel voice. While his face can't change as much as a Sunkern as he could back as a flower, he can certainly put up the appearance over Grumpearl.] In fact, the most unique thing about you is that you harbor a SOUL! Isn't that just hilarious? Trust me when I say that sharing a body with another SOUL never ends well. [Being killed by the humans. Being torn apart from the inside by the six human SOULs. All the pain comes back like it was just yesterday.] You're a glorified puppet! You've been doomed since the moment it entered your chest! Play hero all you want, it's only going to make it hurt more when it all comes crashing down!
[Visions of violence and gore swirl in their mind, each word sharpened to a razor point that digs under their skin like a needle. They feel sick, claws trembling against the pearl that remains firmly rooted beneath, unable to even leave by their own free will because even now it still won't let them choose—
It's a nightmare they can't look away from. Why should they? He's right. He's right about everything else, so why not this, too? Wouldn't he know? Wouldn't he?]
Shut up.
[The words cut through the echoing laughter, dredged up and amplified with that unsettling, commanding tone. They can't even muster the strength to be mad about it for once. It breaks through their paralysis, enough to remember their own voice.
They may not have their freedom, but here, they can at least speak as they choose. They don't have to just stand there and take it.
They focus their mind, the power of free speech swelling in their chest.]
Fuck off. You're not even my real brother, asshole.
[Despite the sheer, wildly unnecessary volume of it all, it still sounds distinctly Kris.
They then visualize the biggest middle finger they could possibly imagine. It is insane how big that thing is. Lesser minds would go mad, trying to envision such an enormous and powerful insult.]
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friendlyflower) wrote2025-05-26 09:32 pm
3/3
It's weird, seeing him act like this. It almost seems stupid that they didn't figure it out sooner. No matter how much of an edgelord he pretends to be, they know their brother better than anyone.
But he's not their brother. They have to remember that.
They manage to stay silent until the last moment, when he decides to say it's your choice. A dry, bitter laugh escapes them.]
Why do you care? You're not him. You don't even know me.
[They miss him. They want to see him again so badly, but not like this.]
note: i dont count UTY as canon
[After sitting with it all day long, here's one of the conclusions he's come to: it's not fair. How come this other Asriel got to grow up? How come he got to have a happy life with friends and his own SOUL and everything? What a joke. Childish jealousy radiates off of him.]
But you're right about one thing. I don't know you! Who are you? Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys... even that moron, Sans. I know all of them. I knew EVERYONE. I knew Chara, and I knew the other humans Toriel adopted when we died. [He lets the mention of their death slip out by accident. Mostly, he's thinking about Frisk when he talks about the other humans-- he only knows of the other six who became souls in Asgore's jars, but he never met them.]
But, YOU. As far as I know, you didn't exist at ALL in my world. [He says that, but he doesn't actually know for sure. Maybe they were someone everyone else met on the surface. Maybe they were one of Toriel's kids. Maybe they were somewhere else out there, lost in the dark. Sometimes, Flowey thinks there were things even he never saw; the Underground could be a big place.
... And he can't shake the possibility that they could have some type of relationship to Chara, up to being them in some strange alternate way. But he doesn't know for sure.]
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... that should upset them, shouldn't it? They should feel worse. They should be angry, sad, apologetic, anything... but all they feel is a hollow sense of relief.
If Kris doesn't exist, then it's not their fault. They didn't ruin his life.
The world moves on without them. Another human in their place. Were they ever anything special, really? Would any human do? Was it always a mistake that they were the one Toriel took in and raised, instead of someone else?
And yet, at the same time, they can't even say the world is better off without them. It's just a different flavour of awful, a different series of tragedies. Asriel instead of Dess—or who's to say they both didn't suffer? Fate can be cruel like that. They don't want to ask.]
Guess I'm not that important. [Their voice wavers, but the walls of their heart hold firm even as the foundation crumbles away. They funnel what little energy they have left into being vaguely annoyed.] What do you want out of this? You want me to say you were cool and popular in another timeline? You're not him, and you'll never be him. Get over yourself.
1/4 (sorry.)
That last bit makes something truly snap.]
Do you think I don't know that? [All this has done is confirm what he already knew: he's the broken, defective 'Asriel'. What an idiot he was, offering to try and build a bridge with them! They would always think of him as a mere shadow of their oh-so-amazing brother. What a stupid idea, trying to be a 'better person'. If only he could go to THEIR world, he would wring that Asriel's neck HIMSELF.
Oh, and how good he is at imagining, after lifetimes of killing. He decides to show Kris the mental image in as much graphic detail as he can muster.]
As if I'd want to be a brother to you. You're such a loser, you don't even EXIST in my world! No wonder he was so eager to go to college and leave you behind. I bet he hasn't even thought of you ONCE.
2/4
[Just to twist the knife a little, he puts on his Asriel voice. While his face can't change as much as a Sunkern as he could back as a flower, he can certainly put up the appearance over Grumpearl.] In fact, the most unique thing about you is that you harbor a SOUL! Isn't that just hilarious? Trust me when I say that sharing a body with another SOUL never ends well. [Being killed by the humans. Being torn apart from the inside by the six human SOULs. All the pain comes back like it was just yesterday.] You're a glorified puppet! You've been doomed since the moment it entered your chest! Play hero all you want, it's only going to make it hurt more when it all comes crashing down!
3/4
... But don't you worry, Kris. I'll keep my promise. I won't tell your secret.
4/4
[With that, he laughs, and laughs, and laughs.]
1/2
It's a nightmare they can't look away from. Why should they? He's right. He's right about everything else, so why not this, too? Wouldn't he know? Wouldn't he?]
Shut up.
[The words cut through the echoing laughter, dredged up and amplified with that unsettling, commanding tone. They can't even muster the strength to be mad about it for once. It breaks through their paralysis, enough to remember their own voice.
They may not have their freedom, but here, they can at least speak as they choose. They don't have to just stand there and take it.
They focus their mind, the power of free speech swelling in their chest.]
2/2
[Despite the sheer, wildly unnecessary volume of it all, it still sounds distinctly Kris.
They then visualize the biggest middle finger they could possibly imagine. It is insane how big that thing is. Lesser minds would go mad, trying to envision such an enormous and powerful insult.]
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Flowey hangs up. He'll let them get the last word-- he knows he won.
(... so why does he feel so awful?)]