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"They have a golden flower in our room." Two pieces of information rolled into one. The first, that...some things, despite everything, haven't changed at all. The second, that - what? That they're bent on standing at their Partner's side? That they're going to make sure no one destroys themselves over what could be solved with being able to finally, finally talk to each other?

That Chara might not be the greatest person, but that Frisk isn't either?

Who knows.

"And a forget-me-not. From Sans."

As it turns out?

The Game has changed.

"The Ga-...Sans." He stopped himself before he said it. He hadn't thought of him by his name for so long and after a lot of RESETs. It was Sans who caused the most of his RESETs thinking about it. The skeleton was strong and has a sense of things that made sure he couldn't get away with too much as Flowey. Hearing he gave Chara flowers made him hope maybe they could be nice to one another. Maybe.

He didn't catch the bit of information about Chara and Frisk right away. Not until he thought on it a bit more. Then something hit.

"You and Chara share a room? That's nifty. Does that mean you're friends too?" He asked. There was a bit of fear in his heart now. What if Frisk told Chara all the things he said. Would Chara be mad? ...Would they hate him? Did they still hate him?

"I'm glad you two found each other. I'm sure you're taking good care of each other and everyone else." He said with a smile. It was forced and sad but still a smile.

Nifty.

He...really is a funny person, isn't he? Chara loved him, loves him still, with everything they have. All they've really had were Chara's memories of someone precious, someone important, someone truly wonderful.

A faint glow of amusement coalesces in the pit of their chest, almost prompting a smile - almost, but for his next words.

"We're Partners." There's an emphasis the word receives, something set apart from the rest. They've been together from the start.

Always will be.

"Partners?" Asriel asked with a head tilt and raised eyebrow. He wasn't sure what that meant. They shared a room and were partners. Did people get partners here like they did in school? His mom told him about group projects a few times. He couldn't do one really until Chara fell into the Underground. Was that how Frisk meant it?

"So you live in the same room and work together?" But the way Frisk said it seemed to mean...more. "Or is it something else? I don't think I get it." Despite everything, he was still an naive little goat. Death and destruction he understood. Sadness and despair he understood. Mercy and Genocide he understood.

Partnership? He was in the dark.

He didn't know. He never knew at all, did he? The reason his confession about Chara not being the greatest person shook them both to their core; because it wasn't just Frisk he was confessing it to. Because he never saw the asterisk in their head, the voice that offered them guidance, advice, the person that walked beside them, hand in hand.

"We were together," they admit, quietly. "From the start. We went through the Underground...together."

Not everyone knows that, at first.

Not even Frisk did.

"W-What?" Asriel froze and his face dropped. He just stared. They were together? The whole time? All of it? He tried to think how that could be possible. Then was he right to some extent? That it was Chara he was speaking to. Or wanting to speak to. Chara and Frisk were one but now they were separate. Then Chara heard everything he said about them. All of it.

His stomach sank. He never wanted to tell them he knew they weren't the greatest person. He had meant it, but he didn't mean it to be harsh. If he had known he wouldn't have said it.

"Golly...I...oh no. ...Oh no oh no oh no..." He grabbed both his ears. He was scared and nervous. Grabbing his ears made him feel better. Good thing they were floppy enough to do it.

"I don't think flowers are gonna be enough."

His paws go to his ears, the effect instantaneous. Almost immediately, their mouth parts in soundless regret as they shift forward, step by step. Should've SAVED before this but...he'd remember, wouldn't he? Or wouldn't he? Does he work the same way Flowey did, like this?

Doesn't matter. Can't change it now.

Their voice is low, pitched soft and quiet.

"They don't blame you," they murmur, gently. "They don't. I promise."

"They blamed me before. I blame me. I feel bad. I just...I should talk to them. I should. I need to." Just because he wasn't blamed didn't mean they would be happy with him. Maybe there was no blame but that didn't mean there wouldn't be hard feelings. Mean feelings. Hate.

"I just want...nevermind." It wouldn't be like how it was. That was why he was hiding. He would rather be invisible. This is what he was afraid of.

"I'm scared. I...they're still my friend. You're my friend. And...I just want us to still be friends. That's all I want."

At least it's better than running away. Refusing to admit to something that needs to be admitted to, refusing to talk to one another. Whatever has to be said and done, they'll do it.

They have to.

"We are friends." Firm, uncompromising. He can think he's awful all he wants; everyone they've known has, in some form another, hurt or killed them at some point. He's no different. "We'll help each other out."

That's what friends do.

Asriel looked up at Frisk and stared. He blinked and pulled on his ears a little. Hearing it was nice. Very nice. He smiled softly and gave a nod. It was nice to hear it in such strong and convincing words. He stepped closer to Frisk and let his hands fall from his ears.

"You're right. We're friends. ...Can I have a hug?" Asriel asked and opened his arms. "Please?"

He asks. Everyone thinks to ask, to allow them the choice, to give them the option. It's more than they've ever...more than they deserve, really. No rushing forward, assuming one thing means another. No grabbing hold because don't be ridiculous, everyone loves hugs. Don't you dare try and squirm away. You owe me for this, sweetie, because I'm the one who puts the roof over your head. The least you can do is just stand still and -

And they move forward, slow, easy, careful, to wrap their arms around him. It's okay. It's just him.

It's just him.

"It's okay."

Asriel smiled and wrapped his arms around Frisk in return. He closed his eyes and rested his chin on their shoulder. He liked this. It felt nice. It wasn't as emotional as their first hug but it was still comforting. Asriel felt himself relax. He would do this. He could face Chara and the others in this place. It was funny how a single hug could help him feel stronger. It made him feel like he didn't have to FLEE. He just had to stand his ground and ACT.

Just like Frisk and Chara did.

"Thank you, Frisk."

Edited 2017-04-03 14:13 (UTC)

It's not the same as it is with Chara. Tentative, careful, always asking, always making sure it's all right to be touching and holding and doing what they're doing and if they're doing it right. Like the both of them are too fragile. Asriel's different. He's wholly earnest, like maybe he's never had to think about someone taking a hug and turning it into a trap, pinning your body through with rib bones like a butterfly stuck to corkboard, or fingers digging into a fistful of your hair to show you your place.

It's easy and earnest. Like nothing's wrong. He lets himself just be like that for a moment, and maybe this is what it was like, growing up with him, with the Dreemurrs. Problems can be solved with a hug, with a slice of pie, with an apology, with kind words. It's all going to be okay, because everyone said.

Words sticking in their throat, their jaw working silently for a moment, before they finally peel out, quietly.

"It's okay."

With limited numbers and having been trapped, Monsters had to find ways of dealing with things without violence and pain. Hugs and talking, comforting words and good food just came to be the norm. Mostly thanks to his parents as King and Queen. They set an example and with Asriel could live by it. At least, as long as he was alive. Asriel liked hugs. It was nice to wrap his arms around someone and to have that comfort returned. He didn't squeeze hard or try to keep Frisk close. He wanted to make sure they could pull away at any moment.

He had asked why they went to Mt. Ebbot and received silence and a look that told him to let it go. So he had and hadn't thought of asking again. It wasn't his place to ask but he was sure it was bad. He would do his best to be a good friend. A friend they could count on. A friend that wouldn't disappear. For as long as he could.

"Yeah. It's okay. I'll be okay."

"It's a little strange, at first." Automatic words, spilling out easily, as simple as any other orientation anyone else would receive upon arrival. Less tumultuous, this go around. That's better, for everyone involved. Quieter. More patient.

"But it's not so bad. The closets are magic. They can give you...anything you want. And M - " Still making that mistake, even now. Correcting themself just makes it even more obvious, the pained hitch in their throat as they force themself to continue. She can't be that for them. Not after all they've done to her. "And Toriel's here. Asgore, too. They've missed you."

They...made a promise.

They hate promises.

Good. Mom and Dad were okay. He knew they missed him and he missed them too. He nodded slowly and pulled back now. He looked at Frisk for a moment. Frisk didn't call them Mom and Dad. He wouldn't ask and wouldn't push. Still, it was worth noticing. Did something happen here or was it just how Frisk felt? Either way, that was between Frisk and his parents. He smiled again.

"Do you want to go get some food? I'm hungry. What about you?" He asked.

They've never earned that. Maybe they never will. She can't be that for them, and Asgore...they won't force him, either. They've lost enough children. And someone like them, they're only ever good at getting lost.

They draw back, trying for a smile. The corners of their eyes pinch slightly, an incremental lift at one side of their mouth.

"Okay. The kitchen can get us...whatever you want, really."

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