you are what you love [ open ]

[determinedest]

Who: Tim Wright + your beautiful self, and/or Frisk + your beautiful self!
Where: All over!
When: April 7th - April 10th
Rating: PG-13 probably though I'll warn if it goes higher
Summary: Maybe, with what little power you have...
The Story:

[Starters are in the comments. Let me know over here or at arrpee if you want a closed starter or anything! I will match prose or brackets!]

Comments

FRISK ; CLOSED to ASRIEL ; i need that dark in a little more light

[determinedest]

There's only one other person left that would know what this is, and how to put a stop to it. He's also, they know full well, the most susceptible to what comes next. They had to reach out to him too, clawing away the curtains of white-fuzz static to press a palm to a button with a sparking, rainbow blaze.

* Someone else might have once been enough.

They aren't here.

The lesser half will have to do. The friend he says he wishes he'd always had, who's never been much of a friend to him, because they never took the time to learn anything about him. Perhaps that's why he could shower them with that sort of undeserved praise; because he never knew enough about them to claim otherwise.

They don't call out, but they don't stop looking - scouring, scanning the mansion in search of long white ears nearly consumed by a blaze of static.

[pleasereset]

The mansion is filled with singing, everything from songs about someone's favorite food to their deepest fears and insecurities. It started off as fun, if not a little annoying, as Asriel was forced to join in from time to time.

But as time passed, the more upset with himself he was. He shouldn't be having fun, he shouldn't enjoy anything about this place. He shouldn't be riding carnival rides or singing. He shouldn't even be here. Not when he's taken Chara's place. Not when he's stole their happy ending.

Those thoughts have been eating away at him for a while, but it seems recently they've just been too strong to ignore.

As Frisk scours the mansion for Asriel, they'll hear a familiar voice down one of the mansion's hallways - someone mumbling a song out loud, in a daze.

"... I'm a creep...
I'm a weirdo...
What am I doing here?
I don't belong here... I don't belong... here..."

A familiar monster with long white ears appears around the corner, his face shrouded by white static. He stops singing, turning his head towards Frisk.

"Where's Chara?
I can't do anything without Chara..."

[determinedest]

It's not hard to find him, once they hear him. Closing the distance down hallways, crossing by steps and steps and steps until it's like something out of an old dream. It's not the Absolute God of...of...

It's not the angel, anymore. It's not the rainbow-spewing, screaming beast laden with wings and a split-face grin and the crackle of lightning at his fingertips. It's a scared little boy who misses his best friend, and can't understand why he can't get them back.

"I didn't think I could either." The words are soft, their eyes half-shuttered as they step forward. They've done this once before, haven't they? "But I'm still here."

[pleasereset]

The voice sounds familiar, reassuring - like a friend.

But his friend is gone. His best friend is gone. But there was someone else... someone... another friend-

"I'm not supposed to be here."

It seems like Asriel is trying to summon some kind of magic. But Lost Soul or not, his magic and SOUL aren't very stable. Flickers of fire magic appear around him, but they dissolve as quickly as they appear. It seems like he's not putting much effort into it either.

"I took their happy ending away."

[determinedest]

"You're the reason anyone had a happy ending," they have to remind him gently. It's nothing at all like the showering blazes of multicolored lightning and shimmering stars. It's more akin to the way he couldn't hold an attack toward the end, white trails of fire spilling out to either side of the little red heart that refused to die, guttering fireballs that couldn't help but avoid them.

There's hardly any point in dodging.

"It never would have been possible without you."

[pleasereset]

"Yeah! We'll free everyone!"

The static across Asriel's face flickers a little. He remembers... everyone's hearts beating as one. And so much love for one human child, cheering them on. And their name was...

...?

"I'll hurt them again. It's only a matter of time."

Another attack. This time it's rainbow-looking stars, appearing behind his head. Just like his previous attack though, the stars start to crumble apart before they can even reach Frisk. Part of it is weak magic, but the other part...

It's like he's not really wanting to fight back too much.

[determinedest]

They could FIGHT. They could strike back, and he wouldn't do much in turn, they know. He'd barely raise a paw in defense for himself. The attacks he's hurling at them now flake away like melting snow, dissipating in the same way the smokelike wisps of static fragment into pixelated blocks, dissipating into the air.

"You haven't hurt anyone here, Asriel. Not since you got here."

Maybe using his name will act like a trigger phrase, like something that might phase his memories into being. They didn't know it before, when he needed SAVING - he broadcasted it, loud and triumphant, a fanfare of neon lights and flaring bolts of lightning.