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(Okay but imagine “Young Simba” as Asriel’s voice claim.

Imagine it.

Just do it.)

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"Is it okay for me to be a part of this family?"

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The question made the goat child frown, ruby eyes widening with concern. Why wouldn’t it be okay for Frisk to be a part of this family?After all she’s done for them, why would she ask that? After all they’ve been through together? Was she having doubts?

“Of course it is!”

There was no hesitance to his answer, Asriel stepping forward to embrace the human into a hug. He let out a quiet sigh and smiled. “You are part of this family, Frisk. You always will be! I’m sure mom and dad’ll agree with me, too. I couldn’t imagine this family without you in it.”

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For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

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Anonymously remind my muse of something they don’t want to think about or remember.

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“I guess I came by to make sure you weren’t feeling so bonely today.” 

The goat child couldn’t help but shoot a pun back at the skeleton. Asriel focused his ruby gaze on the taller monster, his head tilting to one side. 

“Wanna hang out for a little while...?”

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  * heh. good t’ see a fellow pun-lover. 

  He flashed the prince a quick grin ( a wider version of his average smile, anyway ), shoving his hands into his coat pockets as he spoke. Seeing as both Toriel and her son seemed to enjoyed bad jokes, he couldn’t help but wonder if the entire family enjoyed them. He’d have to ask about it later.

  * anyway, what brings ya’ here, kid?  

  * got a skeleton more puns, if that’s what you’re lookin’ for.

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Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.

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“Magic!!”

The goat child admitted with a shy smile. He knew this kind of monster magic was unheard of though not unwelcome. After all, flowers were gorgeous! Asriel hasn’t met anyone who disliked flowers. 

“I-I mean... as far as I know, I’m the only one who can do this.” He glanced beneath his feet before slowly lifting his leg up. 

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     Elys was blown away. Watching this child, seeing the way the brilliant yellow flowers sprung up to greet him under their feet…it was like nothing she had ever witnessed before. Was this another effect of monster magic? Not a single other monster she had encountered possessed such an ability. Not only was it absolutely fascinating, but beautiful. Elys personally loved nature–when people were far too active to sit still long enough for her to draw them, she would turn to nature instead–it was complex, beautiful…

     —Something to be admired.

     Hesitantly, pencil in hand, she approached the goat child. It was okay; she could do this. Just ask the question…

     “H-How did you do that?”

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“As far as I know, it is.” Asriel shrugged his shoulders. “Apparently it’s not a very popular story, which is why not many monsters have heard of it.” 

He let out a little sigh then began. 

“His name was Soren, and he looked a lot like me, and mom and dad. His horns though, were slightly smaller than dad’s, and instead of his fur being white, it was pure black. His eyes were the softest shade of blue. He was just a teen when he decided to leave his home in Snowdin and travel to Waterfall.” It wasn’t the most interesting way to start the story off, but he needed to start by describing the hero. Otherwise, what was the point? 

“He wanted to go out and make something of himself! Try and get a job and see the rest of the Underground. With his parents’ blessing, he left.”

ACT: LISTEN

Any stories from before were all told with hands. Books were balanced but Frisk’s eyes shifted between illustrations and who was weaving the story for her. She slid into place and crossed her legs happily. The young child happily nodded and showed that she was comfortable. In the split second she noticed unease with him she placed her hand atop his shoulder.

“Uh mhm!” she withdrew her hand and waited for him to begin. Or at least she was prepared to be patient but her hands rose and she began to ask questions, “Is it a true story?”

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NETTLE:  Truly a nurturing and supportive friend, you’re the kind of person that just isn’t for everyone. But those who take the time are rewarded with your gentle disposition, and the kind of friendship that does a person good no matter the difficulty they’re facing. When out of balance, you can become more prickly than supportive or nurturing, though—a sign that you need to shower yourself with the same kind of nurturing you so freely give to others.

PASSIONFLOWER: Deeply concerned about others and the world around you, you have a developed sense of what’s right and just. You’re a bit of an idealist and strive to see your vision of perfection realized in the world. On occasion you get out of balance, and you may feel a deep sense of unease and be prone to worry—especially at night, tossing and turning over all that is wrong or that needs fixing.

SLIPPERY ELM:  Let’s just say you’re a vocal person. Sure, that might mean you’re chatty. But it also means you’re the one humming in the hallway, singing in the shower, speaking your mind, standing up and shouting if need be to get yourself heard. You’ve got a voice and you know how to use it. Inclined to speak up for the voiceless, defend the defenseless or simply bring joy to the joyless, you may have a tendency to overuse your voice.

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“There’s one that I really like! I can’t really remember the name of the story, but I do remember the hero from it.” Asriel murmured, before taking a seat on the ground. He lightly patted the seat beside him and grinned, eyelids beginning to lower. “Dad used to tell it to me, before...” The sentence trailed off and for a sheer second, a look of horror shone in his eyes. He blinked and shook his head. 

“A-anyway... you ready for me to tell it?”

ACT: SMILE

Even though she was elated something was amiss. After calming down and the bounce in her feet faded she tapped her fingertips together and began to question the monster child. Frisk had to know now, “Can you tell me monster stories? I don’t know many.” Frisk wondered how many heroes were like Asriel. “I only know one,” she explained. “Tell me stories you like. Please.”

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A deep inhale of breath is the only sound she makes before puckering her lips and pressing it against his fuzzy cheek.

“O-oh, hi Frisk! I was just–”

As soon as he felt the kiss on his cheek, his face started flushing. His red eyes widened slightly as he stared at the other incredulously. What was that even for? Did he do something that made her want to kiss him? 

He let out a cute little bleating noise before kissing her nose and stepping back. Asriel covered his now blushing face with his ears, feeling pretty bashful. 

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“Y-you don’t HAVE to b-be sorry, Chara...”

Ruby eyes fixed upon their own, the goat child stepped forward and reached out toward them. Asriel couldn’t find it in his heart or soul to hate them. To him, it didn’t matter who’s fault it was. Right now he was just happy to have his very best friend back in his life. 

“Don’t say that! M-mom and dad loved you. They DO love you! So do I. Nothing’s ever gonna change that.”

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“Asriel…. I’m sorry, you know? Sorry about… e-everything.”

Even after they were both miraculously fine, the child’s mind couldn’t escape reminders that every horror that happened in the many years between the end and restart of their lives was entirely their fault.

“You would’ve been better… without me. Mom and Dad certainly would’ve been too… Everyone, really!”

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