[They shouldn't, really. They shouldn't. Even in Frisk's and Chara's best-laid plan, neither of them could account for the Dreemurr that everyone seemed to forget without the help of the CORE. For the prince, or his husk, or whatever he wanted to call himself or be seen as -- the only one who would probably be able to see through their plan, because he exists outside of the both of them and their combined Determination.]
[The exact person Frisk and Chara deserve to see, before they erase themselves from existence completely.]
[Maybe it's the fact that they left Asriel back in the castle that softens the blow - his SOUL intact, just a boss monster who wore a striped sweater to show he was still a kid. Helps reinforce the idea that none of this is real so much as it is some strange, phasing afterlife, a passage on their way to oblivion. Which maybe doesn't make much sense, but who is Frisk to decide how things work? They're just a kid.]
[They're all just kids.]
[There's a shift of the sand behind Flowey, plenty of forewarning before the human child appears at his side. They say nothing; simply sit beside him, pulling one shoe off and tipping a scatter of sand onto the orange-bright earth. If they fear being attacked, even berated, they don't show it.]
no subject
[They shouldn't, really. They shouldn't. Even in Frisk's and Chara's best-laid plan, neither of them could account for the Dreemurr that everyone seemed to forget without the help of the CORE. For the prince, or his husk, or whatever he wanted to call himself or be seen as -- the only one who would probably be able to see through their plan, because he exists outside of the both of them and their combined Determination.]
[The exact person Frisk and Chara deserve to see, before they erase themselves from existence completely.]
[Maybe it's the fact that they left Asriel back in the castle that softens the blow - his SOUL intact, just a boss monster who wore a striped sweater to show he was still a kid. Helps reinforce the idea that none of this is real so much as it is some strange, phasing afterlife, a passage on their way to oblivion. Which maybe doesn't make much sense, but who is Frisk to decide how things work? They're just a kid.]
[They're all just kids.]
[There's a shift of the sand behind Flowey, plenty of forewarning before the human child appears at his side. They say nothing; simply sit beside him, pulling one shoe off and tipping a scatter of sand onto the orange-bright earth. If they fear being attacked, even berated, they don't show it.]
... I'll wait.