[Stand up slowly. Gain your bearings. Take stock of your surroundings and figure out a plan. Because this is new, this is different, this is wrong. He shouldn't be on the surface. Shouldn't be around other people who are finally happy and away from him--
And he almost falls over again at that voice.
I... I can help! I can be useful!
A shaking claw rests over his forehead but he doesn't turn around just yet. He's afraid to. But he wants to. But he's afraid. So many timelines, so much had happened, but it was them, he knew that voice. Not Frisk, not any other human, no more misunderstandings.
Asriel glances over his shoulder, briefly.
He wishes he hadn't.
He falls back to his knees and grips his forearms tightly, digging into the wool of his sweater. What does he even say? What can he say after all this time, after... so much.
He looks again, a little more this time.]
H...
Hi, Chara.
[His fangs clench immediately, like he'd regretted speaking as he'd done so.]
welcome to hell! welcome to hell!
And he almost falls over again at that voice.
I... I can help! I can be useful!
A shaking claw rests over his forehead but he doesn't turn around just yet. He's afraid to. But he wants to. But he's afraid. So many timelines, so much had happened, but it was them, he knew that voice. Not Frisk, not any other human, no more misunderstandings.
Asriel glances over his shoulder, briefly.
He wishes he hadn't.
He falls back to his knees and grips his forearms tightly, digging into the wool of his sweater. What does he even say? What can he say after all this time, after... so much.
He looks again, a little more this time.]
H...
Hi, Chara.
[His fangs clench immediately, like he'd regretted speaking as he'd done so.]