corruptedsave | Open RP post, yo.

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.

There is an awful churning in his gut and he practically pounds up the stairs once he hears that voice. He is rather UNHAPPY about it, too. Good lord. What he sees confirms his suspicions, and for a moment, he just hangs there, eyes widening with dismay. His breath hitches, and then he grits his teeth.

"Let me guess," he asks slowly. "You're someone they knew?"

He has to try to stay calm. But it's very hard when all he wants to do right now is raze an entire city until he finds the one responsible. The better question is, what state was the body in? He needs to get a better look. He wants to see if he can find a sign of who did it. The idea it may be his sibling's fault doesn't even cross his mind.

"I'm someone everyone knows," calmly, standing from where he had been. He gestured towards the body and, well, it was bad enough that someone had left the body to bleed out. It would be difficult to tell exactly what did it, mess the kid made of themselves dragging their now lifeless body back to the house.

What a mess, really. Even with all the kid had done, all he could feel was sympathy of a sorts.

Arms crossed, head tilted, "Chara will return in three days, their body needs to be tended to and cared for until then, Asriel.

"Think you can do that?"

... He's going to get closer, hope you don't mind, Death. He's... very upset by this. He can't even tell who to be upset AT. It could be anyone, really. Puncture wounds could literally be anything. Multiple stabbings. Magic. Who knows. He isn't... quite sure what to say, what to make of it. He feels he should answer, though, with more than a weak nod.

"... I... yeah."

It's not much of an answer, forgive him. It's just--even if Chara's coming back, it hurts. He feels like this is his fault, all over again. He's reminded of the stupid buttercups, all over again. He hated it then, he hates this now.

"... Is... is their soul--is it safe? I mean... I don't... I don't want..."

He isn't sure what could happen exactly, but he's still worried.

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There's a careful hand rested against Asriel's back, something strangely warm and calming from his touch alone. Easy to shrug off of course, Death wouldn't force comfort, simply have that offering there.

"It's safe, trust me on that one." Tucked away within himself safely in that locket, where it would remain until he could get somewhere to see what might need healing. Give time before sending it into the hands of Life for her on touch to it.

That was less draining on him. "Don't blame yourself, kid. You'll probably find out what happened when they come back," And he wondered if he'd have to collect a skeleton monster's soul then. That family gave him nothing but trouble. "I know they'll be in good hands with you, right?

"... Don't let that flower be alone with 'em."

... He puts a hand to his forehead. Flowey. Right. Argh. No... he... he shouldn't let Flowey be alone near Chara... and he probably will find out, but...

"That's if they tell me." Chara often refuses to tell them things, unless it's advantageous to him. He's not stupid. He knows often it's to use him for some purpose or another, but he... he would rather be of use to Chara and still have a sibling, than to have no one at all who understood him.

His mother loves him, but she could never understand. ... Still, the hand is... unexpected, but appreciated, even if he doesn't mention it. Kid's bad with mentioning or thanking people. It just gets awkward.

"... Either way, I... won't leave them alone. ... Kind of... don't want to, anyway, especially not with him around... I... know what he's like." How do you even say you WERE that, that you'd BE that, save the fact you... manipulated a ton of people into being dumb enough to give you their souls, practically? You don't. He swallows, but his throat feels really dry.

"... W-who are you, anyway?" He needs to ask. He needs a slight distraction.

"Hard to tell with them at times, isn't it?" Each word was spoken softly, an odd sort of warmth to his tone, a warmth that spoke more than the form he had did. Something far more to him than those bones and the suit.

Death could only watch most of the time, could interact but never interfere while someone was dying. Couldn't end it quicker, only reassure them it was coming soon.

That hand remained there as long as it was accepted-

"Death." Simply said, "It is what I am, I couldn't let them be left out on the porch, nor alone with the flower."

... Death. That's... not comforting. Something he'd hope to know, to stay as, then was dragged back from kicking and screaming into the awareness of as a flower with little feeling.

... Death, he repeats in his mind.

Great.

Asriel runs a hand through his his hair in between his horns, uncertain what to say, at first.

"I want to... I can't... I'll look after them, but I can't promise I won't beat the crap out of whoever did this. I mean. I'll try not to kill them," he adds. He'd never... in honesty, he never liked killing. In total honesty. But you become accustomed to that. Apathy and lack of feeling leads to strange changes. Some part of him, though, is still Flowey. He hates that part of him, tries to bury it, or tries to pretend it's all he is; either way... it's there. And he hates it.

Asriel Dreemurr. A serial murderer. The irony is palpable. The Delta Rune. A symbol of Death. That's all he's good for, isn't it. Killing. The kill-or-be-killed logic. ... Urgh. And yet, looking at Chara, and wanting to shake and scream and cry and hurt someone to feel better, to make the person who did it pay... it's all he has.

"They probably won't tell me. It'll just mean I have to... figure it out myself. And make sure whoever I find isn't innocent."

... He won't accidentally hurt someone innocent. He refuses to do that.

"... I'm sorry. For all the trouble we keep causing you." ... At least he means it.

"At least you're not charging out to slaughter randomly like someone else did when they found their sibling dead without thinking about it," the numbers weren't rising as they had with a particular Sans. "That's all I can ask of you, in your search for whoever did it.

"Balance is difficult to maintain as it is." More so when he couldn't track those who just popped up in this place as he could the Nusquamton natives. These monsters were something else, and Rainbow Goat right here was a headache in and of himself just by... well.

That couldn't be an easy existence at all.

Asriel's shoulder as given as squeeze, just another comforting sort of gesture, "Can honestly say I haven't had to collect someone from other worlds as often as I have been lately." There was no blame, just some acceptance of it all. What else could he do?

"You're a good kid, Asriel." There was sincerity there in his voice, finally taking a step back. "You'll be able to believe that again one day.

"I mean it, keep an eye on the flower. The worst thing that can happen is Chara waking up underground. It's happened to someone before."

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