[Frisk shuts their eyes as they try to picture it. That void, stretching on and on. And Chara seems really interested, intrigued, even eager to see the story to its conclusion. Maybe they would be, if they've never seen it before. Never felt the spark of the SAVE at their fingertips in that way.]

It felt...amazing. It was scary, at first, because there wasn't really a world anymore? We were just in...darkness. And it's like, I could just see them. Everyone I knew. They were just saying these meaningless, horrible things, the kinds of things they said before we met them and made friends.

And their faces were just...

[They gesture vaguely as they strain to find the adequate words to describe that state. Bright smears of static, endless and undulating, spilling over their features, obscuring everything.]

We had to FIGHT them again, and we just...talked to them. Reminded them of who they were. That they had people who loved them. And the more they remembered, the more Asriel began to remember what it was to feel things again.

At first I...I hated him. I wanted him to die. I killed that flower a lot.

[I knew you had it in you! snarls a savage voice, warped beyond all understanding, vindictive and ferocious and triumphant.]

But the longer it went on, I...he was just a kid. A really scared, lonely kid.