corruptedsave | Open RP post, yo.

She smoothed a hand over Chara's head, leaning down as a kiss was actually pressed against the top of it- "Take your peace for the moment, Chara. Rest, and worry not. You'll be in good hands." Or at least their soul would.

They may get the very brief look of their soul caught in a very human hand before they're completely gone, "I won't, child.

"I will take good care of it," until it could be given to Life. Tucked safely away into a charm attached to a chain, just for the time being.

Glancing over the mess of blood, setting their head down gently. They'd be found.

Oh, they'd be found alright as a flower is popping up from the ground out of literal nowhere. Despite often going out into the Marshes to kill and eat souls that weren't his he did return to the house every night just to check up on Chara.

Which is why the mess of a body and a random skeleton near them cause him to move quickly to her side. Sorry, Death. You're the blunt of his sight right now. Friendship pellets activate! Tons of tiny little bullets are just thrown in his direction to either kill or force them away from the body.

Wow, what a sudden soul can do to a person that might've been a little more cautious. "Get away!"

Those pellets whither and die mid-air, inches away from Death, a hand held up, actively tucking that charm that has the strange combination of souls away inside of his vest.

"Asriel- or perhaps you'd prefer Flowey like this." He doesn't move, sitting there still beside the body, arms soon rested against his knees. "You won't be able to care for the body by yourself."

The ground is churning but only because he's angry and the vines underneath are moving but at the sign of those pellets withering makes him pause and settle down and he'll look like some deranged cat just hissing at him. It's kind of cute.

"Flowey," he practically snaps out. "I know how to bury the dead if that is what you are talking about."

"Burying them would be a terrible idea," This is why he stayed behind, right here. "Chara needs to be cleaned up and put to bed, I doubt waking up underground would do them well."

That was indeed a hand lightly brushing hair from their face. Behavior and actions aside, this was still very much a child, a child tat had seen their mother in their final moments of this.

"Three days Chara will revive, I promise you that."

No, he doubted burying them would do anything for them. They were a murder child and likely would go straight to hell again if they didn't reset. Except as far as he was concerned the other couldn't and right now he's actually listening to what the odd skeleton has to say.

"Gee, what a bold promise. It's like you do this a lot." Though now that he's not hissing like a brat he's moving closer to Chara and looking them over. He knew where the house was and could either pick them up or drag them himself. Not in his long yet tiny leaves though. "I think there's plenty of pie left in the kitchen."

What a flower. Surprised he'd not run into them with trouble before- Wait.

He was actually squinting a bit at Flowey for a moment and... Oh, so that's where Darren Waterson's soul went. Well, then. "I do it every time one of you from other worlds die.

"I'm Death." Do not drag the body, Flowey. Nor try to stuff it with pie. "I've already collected the kid's soul, consider this... a little extra to make sure there's not another burying the body incident." Such as what happened with a robot.

How does Death squint and why is that at thing with all the skeletons from his world too. He's so use to the strangeness and yet he feels like he's being scruitinized all of a sudden.

"So it's true. We don't reset but we revive..." It's a good thing he's worried about Chara right now or he'd be thinking up devious things right now at that information. It meant that death meant nothing here like at home. Oh, yeah. That soul was tasty and just giving him lots of power right now.

"If that is what you want to call yourself..." he says rather sarcastically. He is considering stuffing it with pie and dragging it thank you very much. SOUL? Did someone say SOUL? He's perking up at that information and looking closer, "Where is it exactly?" Not that he wants it. That would be a horrid idea to let Chara inside of him again.

"Only those of you not from here- Can't say much for you, might go straight to Life rather than through me," really, he was scrutinizing this little flower. He couldn't feel a soul from it like he had the monsters or even this kid, but there was someone else's soul in it.

He'd get that alright, but this flower... He would go straight to Life, she'd have to figure out what to do with him then.

Headaches, all of them.

If Death had eyeballs at the moment they'd be rolling in their sockets, "It's what I am." Just a very simple fact. This was one of those Chara didn't want getting their SOUL, strange as it was. "On my person, I'll be taking care of them until I can hand it over to Life."

He had no idea what that meant and his face was showing it but given he was refering to himself as Death perhaps there was someone named Life as well.

It would be a pain to have to recollect souls every time he died if Death just took what didn't belong to him.

He's one of the biggest. Get use to it. There was bound to be a lot of missing SOULs.

"Death..." said once more as if disbelieving. "Normally skeletons don't eat souls so I suppose I can trust you with it for now." Chara was small enough that if he was in his old body he could pick her up but given how he is now he's tucking his leaves underneath them and lifting enough for his vines just to lift it or trying to. Though part of him is considering finding that goat .

For a moment? Several pairs of dark feathered wings were in view, attached to the skeleton, hundreds of golden eyes of various sizes staring down from amongst those feathers. Baring down on the flower in that stare, bone structure a little more cracked and far more ancient that he appeared. A lot of power was there, but so was an oddly comfortable warmth, Death was nothing to fear despite what it was, of course-

But it was only a flash, a glimpse of all the power and form hidden behind the appearance of a harmless but well dressed skeleton- "I don't eat souls, 'Flowey'. Merely collect, repair, and prepare them when I cannot guide them to a final rest.

"This is what kindness I can give, for those of you doomed to repeat this cycle of life and death while here."

"Golly, that sure is a lot of power." And responsibility. This skeleton was even more of a freak than he imagined and at the words and kindness he was spreading around he was even more confident that the other wasn't going to take Chara away. Heh, what a limitless form the other had yet so useless.

"We're not at home and yet here we are stuck in the same cycles. Pathetic." He didn't like it and finally he manages to raise Chara off of the ground. This would be a lot easier if he had arms.

Useless was one way to put it, he had to follow a set of rules when it came to certain things. "I'm as pieced together as this world, Flowey. I am pieces of many, all who serve the same purpose as I. It is why I simply go by Death, rather than any one name." All the better to function in this place correctly-

A hand lifted, the front door opening wide, eyeing the yellow flower once Chara was lifted.

"Take them inside, not to your bed. Else you would have them dying over and over underground amongst your roots."

This was going to be awkward seeing as he was going to have to extend himself far into the house with those roots. He had already grown significantly within a few minutes with the power of that soul and while normally he was restricted right now he was using it to make himself thicker and bulkier in order to make her body travel along it.

He still had no room for himself in that house as that potted hanging plant was more than enough but he understood his words and he gave a snarky look as he just moved through that house and towards the room where Asriel and Chara usually slept, "At least then Chara couldn't leave... but alright."

"The kid will hate you less this way." Incredibly blunt, and he was going to be following the flower all the way there.

Really, this was almost like some strange babysitting thing. At least it wasn't like holding back a murderous Sans, just a snarky brat of a child stuck in a flower. Death was patient, and Death was calm, despite the firmness of his voice in that.

"A part of me doubts that," he said just as equally blunt.

He's reaching a leaf up and opening the door as best as he could even if he had to get help from Death itself. Just don't step on him because he's all over the floor right now in thick bunches. Yeah, someone just likely tripped over him in the hallway and he's not even sorry.

He's going to set Chara on the bed and cross his leaves as he contemplates pie again, "So... which one killed a creature like them."

He did indeed help get that door open, careful of his step, not closing the door after them only somewhat because of roots. That other kid would be by at some point, they slept here too after all.

"I can't tell you that," A slight shrug, "Of course I know, but under a set of rules I cannot tell." So it wouldn't be from him the discovery would be made.

He was hoping he was here a lot sooner than he had be. Chara would've wanted it that way or maybe she'd rather neither of them came at all. It was hard to tell considering the way Frisk was still within them.

"Of course you can't. I should've known." Except he knew a few likely responsible and he really just wanted a worded confirmation. He was no match right now for any of the trashbags so he'd let the other handle it if he wished.

"Maybe you should follow the kid's blood trail," He wasn't going to leave until the sparkle goat showed up anyway, just to make sure he didn't get it in his head to try and bury the body either.

Or make sure the flower didn't drag them off before the other kid got there.

He hates how he didn't think of that first but he would've eventually. He remembers that blood that just soaked into the soil. How far had Chara dragged themselves? The little shit of a Frisk was always determined and Chara as equally determined.

"Maybe I will." He was going to. "I don't exactly want to be here when he gets here. He should've been watching them."

His head tipped, "I'll wait here for him, if you go ahead and follow the trail."

Someone needed to make sure no one buried the kid after all, and someone needed to clean Chara up. Death could do it, but he wasn't really sure what the reaction would be other way, other than the anger he already expected from the monster. "Someone has to tell him what happened. Somewhat."

He didn't want to trust a skeleton but honestly he didn't want to clean Chara up either. It would be a big hassle for him and he really wasn't suited for that kind of job.

Besides, he's not sure if Chara would enjoy their body being tended to by a flower when the other goat could likely do a better job was actual hands. Not that he couldn't manage if he really tried. "Right, right. You can't say. Gee, so helpful."

But he's retreating slowly as his vines are taking him backwards out of the room. He's just staring with a sarcastic look right out the door. It's only after a moment does he just simply leave... "I'll be back later."

"Trust that you will, Flowey. Trust that you will," he's watching you, you little yellow shit.

The nerve of soulless plants that were once monster kids. Still- Death simply stared down the flower the entire time, posture actually rather relaxed and simply waited for him to actually leave. Bone brow arched even, returning that look right back at him-

Then there was just waiting for the more colorful one that was a mess of souls.

It doesn't take long for Asriel to arrive. It's funny how finding a trail of blood will hasten your return to a house with groceries. He leaves for one minute to run an errand for his mother, and this happens? Really? He follows the trail to the door, and you can probably hear the yelling. This blood smells familiar. But he hasn't seen the body yet, didn't see the altercation, doesn't KNOW.

He knows this scent, however. It sounds weird to say you know the smell of the blood of a person you've seen die before, but there it is. Either one of the Frisks was hurt, or... Chara... no, no no no. Not good. There is a very loud shout--

"What the heck's going on?!"

There you go. There's the supposed mess of souls. And he is about five seconds from freaking out and searching the house, presuming you two got the kid's body up into their room.

Oh, they got it up to their room alright-

"Would you get up here already? I need to leave the kid in some sort of capable hands that won't drag them off into the garden," he's no leaving the room. Doesn't trust the flower a bit, not that he knows f the rainbow goat is much better.

At least the voice would give Asriel a sense of direction and pinpoint where it came from.

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