The door to room 12 - or one of the rooms that room 12 split into, is closed. But there's a distinct, high-pitched childish voice that can be heard from inside to anyone passing by:
"Mom! Dad! Somebody help! Please... I can't feel my arms or legs... somebody help me...!"
There's some muffled voices, and a few seconds pass before the childish voice speaks up again. This time a little more terrified.
"W-what are you doing?! Stop it!"
Anyone who chooses to open the door will find Asriel kneeling down in a garden of flowers, his hand wrapped around the stem of a flower with a face, who seems scared and pleading with Asriel.
"Please, help me! I don't understand what's going on-!"
Asriel seems equally as frantic, trying to shush the flower. If it it means ripping himself right out of the ground, even if it means pulling this flower apart. He doesn't want to see this memory, he doesn't want to relive it and he doesn't want whatever remaining monsters who don't know about him and Flowey to see it.
...He should be kinder, shouldn't it? He remembers this fear. He remembers every terrified thought passing though his head the moment he woke up here, in the body of a flower. In a world where no one could help him. But he can't. He can't feel anything but resentment for ending up in this body. Even just hearing the childish cries for Toriel and Asgore cuts deep into him.
He has to stop this memory. He doesn't want it, he doesn't want it, he doesn't want it-
"Stop it! Just stop it, you're not supposed to be here! She's going to hear you-!"
Floor 2, Room 12 cw: child death
"Mom! Dad! Somebody help! Please... I can't feel my arms or legs... somebody help me...!"
There's some muffled voices, and a few seconds pass before the childish voice speaks up again. This time a little more terrified.
"W-what are you doing?! Stop it!"
Anyone who chooses to open the door will find Asriel kneeling down in a garden of flowers, his hand wrapped around the stem of a flower with a face, who seems scared and pleading with Asriel.
"Please, help me! I don't understand what's going on-!"
Asriel seems equally as frantic, trying to shush the flower. If it it means ripping himself right out of the ground, even if it means pulling this flower apart. He doesn't want to see this memory, he doesn't want to relive it and he doesn't want whatever remaining monsters who don't know about him and Flowey to see it.
...He should be kinder, shouldn't it? He remembers this fear. He remembers every terrified thought passing though his head the moment he woke up here, in the body of a flower. In a world where no one could help him. But he can't. He can't feel anything but resentment for ending up in this body. Even just hearing the childish cries for Toriel and Asgore cuts deep into him.
He has to stop this memory. He doesn't want it, he doesn't want it, he doesn't want it-
"Stop it! Just stop it, you're not supposed to be here! She's going to hear you-!"