[Outside, they take a slow, shaky breath. Collect what composure they still have to spare. They're not one to break down over something like this.
Asriel Dreemurr. They visualize his face with ease—grown up, smiling, as dorky as ever despite it all. Just like the last time they saw him, before he went away for college.]
My brother.
Edited (NO..... A TYPO ON MY DRAMATIC TAG............ im ruined) 2025-11-01 05:09 (UTC)
[Flowey's emotions generally are a bit... muted, even when he's throwing an exaggerated fit. Maybe it's his lack of soul (not that Kris knows that)? Maybe it's just his edgy teen self?
But this time, there's an overwhelming amount of shock, grief, and... anger, for some reason? It's somehow louder than him shouting to vote for Umbreon.]
Wh-what...? How is that...? How do you...?
[The mental image of Asriel as Kris knows him overlays with Flowey's own mental image, like two photos laid atop one another-- Asriel, 12 years old, never to grow older. There's a faint sense that someone else is near him- a human, their face covered by flowers- but then Flowey yanks the mental image away.]
I don't... I don't understand! I can't understand! Is this some kind of joke?! What...? I... how...
[The sense of going flying. He either dropped or threw the Grumpearl. The connection severs.]
[He doesn't answer if Kris attempts to re-establish connection. Likewise, if Kris attempts to seek him out, he's nowhere to be found. Not that I know if Kris would, just covering my bases.
Most of the day passes without further comment, giving Kris more time to calm down and/or ruminate on what just happened.]
[A mental connection has been re-established at the very end of the night. Flowey appears sheepish-- almost pitiful, even. It's a far cry from how he appeared when he started blackmailing them, trying to seem bigger and scarier than he really is.]
Kris. I won't tell your secret to anyone. For what little it's worth: I promise.
[A pause.]
...
... so... I'm not blackmailing you anymore. Okay? Sorry or whatever. But if you WANT to tell me what you know about... Asriel. I'll tell you what I know in return. But it HAS to stay between us.
... Or. We can pretend this never happened. [Honestly, he wishes he could forget what he saw. But now, he wants to know more than ever, even if he's terrified of what he might find.]
They have so many questions—why is he younger? Why Flowey? They know so many of the same people, but why didn't he recognize Kris? What was all that stuff about SOULs and SAVEs and RESETs? What's the deal with Sans? Did it already know all of this?
Their head feels like it's full of static. Before they even realize it, the connection has already been cut.
...
They freaked him out. Who can blame him? Someone shows up, shows an image of his future(?) self, and claims to be his sibling? It's a reasonable response to an insane situation.
Still feels like being ditched. Still stings, even when they tell themselves it can't actually be him. Asriel wouldn't forget about them. He wouldn't just... he wouldn't...]
[The rest of the day is a blur. Muddled sounds and scents, a numb ache in their limbs. They can't remember if it's from venturing out, or from laying in an awkward position until nightfall. That they don't even know should scare them, but they can't find it in them to care.
Somewhere in the dark, a faint light flickers softly.
... against their will, they drag themselves to their feet. The pearl feels smooth and cool beneath their claws.]
[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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Asriel Dreemurr. They visualize his face with ease—grown up, smiling, as dorky as ever despite it all. Just like the last time they saw him, before he went away for college.]
My brother.
1/3??
But this time, there's an overwhelming amount of shock, grief, and... anger, for some reason? It's somehow louder than him shouting to vote for Umbreon.]
Wh-what...? How is that...? How do you...?
[The mental image of Asriel as Kris knows him overlays with Flowey's own mental image, like two photos laid atop one another-- Asriel, 12 years old, never to grow older. There's a faint sense that someone else is near him- a human, their face covered by flowers- but then Flowey yanks the mental image away.]
I don't... I don't understand! I can't understand! Is this some kind of joke?! What...? I... how...
[The sense of going flying. He either dropped or threw the Grumpearl. The connection severs.]
2/3
Not that I know if Kris would, just covering my bases.Most of the day passes without further comment, giving Kris more time to calm down and/or ruminate on what just happened.]
3/3
[A mental connection has been re-established at the very end of the night. Flowey appears sheepish-- almost pitiful, even. It's a far cry from how he appeared when he started blackmailing them, trying to seem bigger and scarier than he really is.]
Kris. I won't tell your secret to anyone. For what little it's worth: I promise.
[A pause.]
...
... so... I'm not blackmailing you anymore. Okay? Sorry or whatever. But if you WANT to tell me what you know about... Asriel. I'll tell you what I know in return. But it HAS to stay between us.
... Or. We can pretend this never happened. [Honestly, he wishes he could forget what he saw. But now, he wants to know more than ever, even if he's terrified of what he might find.]
It's your choice.
1/3
They have so many questions—why is he younger? Why Flowey? They know so many of the same people, but why didn't he recognize Kris? What was all that stuff about SOULs and SAVEs and RESETs? What's the deal with Sans? Did it already know all of this?
Their head feels like it's full of static. Before they even realize it, the connection has already been cut.
...
They freaked him out. Who can blame him? Someone shows up, shows an image of his future(?) self, and claims to be his sibling? It's a reasonable response to an insane situation.
Still feels like being ditched. Still stings, even when they tell themselves it can't actually be him. Asriel wouldn't forget about them. He wouldn't just... he wouldn't...]
2/3
Somewhere in the dark, a faint light flickers softly.
... against their will, they drag themselves to their feet. The pearl feels smooth and cool beneath their claws.]
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?)]