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dessriel fic… platonic or romantic whatever you fancy… dess in the depths (trying to) look back on memories with asriel :3 don’t forget or whatever

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66661336

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How the Roaring Knight and the God of Hyperdeath came to be

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so follow me into the dark

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More deltarune doodles!! I am going insane!!!!!

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Fun fact, to calm a person, just do something random.

Thank you Susie.

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Tenner

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Roaring knight, anyone?

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A deer in headlights

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DON'T FORGET.

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Kris blushing when Susie mentions their flirting skills...

Krisp i love you so much please stop trying to beat me to death

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🍵🤍

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DELTARUNE TOMORROW!!!!

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something something berdly mentioning offhandedly how awful it was to be controlled by queen’s wire and kris A: is still under the control of the player and is silently painstakingly agreeing and feeling just So Horrible agreeing or B: has already been freed from the player and i genuinely don’t know how they’d react. maybe a small genuine remark of extreme empathy or maybe a bitter “you don’t even know” response or just pure silence because they can’t even get into it. genuinely very unsure but it’d be an interesting conversation i think

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Day 8 (The No Bone Zone is an exhibit at the Florida Aquarium where you can touch various anemone, sea cucumbers, etc)

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dess in the depths drabble/hc

There was a tree between the east room of the Depths and the west room.

Directions were futile, seeing as the darkness stretched on and on and on, but Dess liked to categorize it. She left her bat in what she called the west and a hair tie in her version of the east. Sometimes she had to walk a certain trail in order to get between them, and if she took a certain path, heel to toe, she found the tree.

Gaster liked to sit under the tree. Dess was confident that he had some sort of experiment going with it-- hell, maybe he was the one who created the singular tree in the void of nothingness. It didn’t really matter; she liked her tree.

She took naps beneath it sometimes, stretching on for what could have been decades. It wasn’t comfortable, not in the slightest, but it was better than the feeling that sinking into the unperceivable ground came with. Her hooves no longer stood atop it and, if she tried hard enough, she could pull it up like a blanket the same way Gaster did. The cloak he gave her-- like a mage out of the games Azzy used to play-- was no different than the ground, simply another part of the endless void encircling her.

Dess remembered the first time she saw the tree. She’d been walking, as she always did, when she turned just enough invisible corners to find it. She still wasn’t sure the exact recipe of steps and backtracking-- if there even was one-- but she liked to think she’d grown a sixth sense when it came to finding her tree.

It was the most excited she’d felt in a long time. Gaster had been beneath it, his broken skull looking down at her in the only way he could, but she paid him no mind. She could almost imagine Noelle behind her as she giggled, shedding the cloak and sprinting fast enough to launch herself into the tree. She could still swear she remembered Gaster ducking out of the corner of her eye, as if she was going to fall and hurt him despite his noncorporeal state; it was an item on her relatively short list of times Gaster appeared to genuinely have a soul.

Unlike everything else in the Depths, the pink tree was real. It had bark that she could pick off, drifting onto the ground that gave them physicality, and leaves that crumpled when she squeezed them. If she leaned close enough, she could nearly see the vibrant colors, dimmed by the indomitable darkness. 

It was probably months before she left the tree, picking up her cloak and resting it on her shoulders like a chilly hug yet again. 

The tree became a waypoint. No matter how much she wandered, she always found herself back there. She’d sit under it, she’d lay across a branch that probably should have collapsed under her weight, and she’d even indulge in Gaster’s tests of physics and test the tree’s corporeality.

One day, however, Dess learned a secret.

If she climbed to the highest branch that she could, cloak snagging on every leaf and her old converse threatening to slip off, she heard things.

It was so quiet she’d thought she finally went crazy. Dess leaned her ear toward the nonexistent sky and cupped a hand around it, as if it would allow the sound waves to be any louder. It wasn’t like Mike’s telltale scratching, no, that was from within the Depths. This began as a thrum that she eventually equated to a car engine, and with that knowledge, she knew that she could hear echoes of Home.

She stood there, ankles straining and arm tiring, doing nothing but listening. It was so quiet that she might not have heard it at all, but her ears were so adjusted to pure silence that she knew how to catch it. 

Sometimes, there were shouts, startling her out of her skin. It took a long time to be able to comprehend words.

The first word she ever heard made her climb down the tree and run into the darkness, hoping for the thousandth time that it would swallow her whole.  

“Kris!”

The only noises Dess ever heard was the dial tone of a phone, Gaster’s warbling voice, and the incessant voice of Mike-- now that he’d finally learned that she no longer feared his scratching. She hadn’t heard so much as an engine rumbling since before she broke open the door to the bunker, let alone the voice of her best friend.

Asriel had shouted Kris’ name without an air of humor, and Dess had absolutely no idea what fight they were in this time. He sounded older, no longer a young teenager with shoes too small for him. 

Dess hadn’t heard noises of home in so, so long, and the last thing she’d expected to hear was Azzy. On one hand, it relieved her, knowing that he was okay. 

It also threatened to pull her soul out of her chest and shatter it into pieces.

After that, it became easier to hear voices. She never did hear Asriel again, but his mom filled the gap. She heard Noelle laughing and couldn’t come down from the tree for days, yearning to hear it again. Her mom’s clipped tone had never been so comforting before. Kris never resounded, but they were too quiet for that, no matter how much older they’d gotten. Dess could only hear those who dared to be loud.

When the Experiment began, it was as if the Depths exploded with noise. Really, it was only audible from her tree, but she didn’t have to strain to hear it in the usual silence. She heard the Dark Prince and Kris-- all grown up!-- and all of the objects that had been given life. 

She heard Noelle, snickering and crying for help and standing up to the computer in a way she never knew how to before. 

With a knife hooked on her jeans, ready to be thrust into the Earth again, Dess sat perched in her tree like a bird on the lookout. She heard every moment of the adventure in the Dark World, and she smiled as Noelle described the city that she’d always dreamed of taking her to. She didn’t really know if it would work, seeing as all she did was stab the Earth and disappear back to the Depths.

It worked. Noelle got to go to the city.

Dess dangled her legs from the tree and smiled down at Gaster, giving him a thumbs up that he wouldn’t respond to. It had been more than five years, as she learned from bits and pieces of sentences that she overheard, and Noelle was getting everything she deserved back then. It was all worth it.

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yhis is gonna happen in chapter 4 mark my words