Chapter 4: Inner Turmoil, Depression, and Reunion
Serious subjects in this chapter! Self harm warning! Don't read if you are disturbed by depression or self harm! If you have depression or thoughts of suicide, get help right away!
Asriel was in a black room when he saw him standing there. It was himself. Not himself as in Asriel, but himself as in Flowey. Asriel was paralyzed, he couldn't move.
"You know what you did," Flowey started, "you're a monster!" Flowey put on his "evil face."
Asriel couldn't even reply. He wasn't able to move his mouth. He felt like he was suffocating, but deep down, he knew that this had to be the truth.
"Hahahahahahahaha! You know I'm right, don'tcha'?" Flowey mocked,"You just want to be with them so you won't have to suffer, but what, or who are you willing to risk?" Flowey brought forward Frisk, wrapped in thorny vines, bleeding from multiple puncture wounds. "You did this many times remember?"
Asriel wanted to deny Flowey, stating that he was different now that he had a SOUL,, but he knew that Flowey was right.
"Hahahahhahaha! I know you like Frisk, now, I'm going to make you watch all of the people you love die over and over again! They'll DIE and DIE and DIE! Hahahahahahaha!" Flowey pulled the vines tighter around Frisk, and Asriel watched as the thing he most dreaded happened. He saw Frisk die. This happened over and over as Asriel could only watch and cry, feeling horrible.
Eventually, Flowey grew tired of this, and he changed Frisk out for Toriel. Then, Flowey killed Toriel over and over again. Asriel must've seen his mother turn to dust one hundred times. This process repeated with all of his friends and family until Flowey grew even more bored and decided to torture Asriel in the worst way possible.
"Let's play a game, shall we?" Flowey asked rhetorically.
Asriel knew he didn't have a choice, so he didn't even try to struggle, he couldn't move anyways.
"I call this one: 'Asriel! At the Crime Scene!'" Flowey declared sinisterly. "Let's start! What's all about to happen could happen at any moment when you are alive. I could take control any moment and do this."
What happened next was so horrible that Asriel would be scarred for the rest of his life.
Meanwhile…
Frisk was in horrible shape. Her was all over the place. She was shaking and quivering uncontrollably. She was crying like there was no tomorrow, only saying, "It's all my fault. It's all my fault." She was sitting at Asriel's bedside along with everyone else, while holding his hand. She wouldn't stop blaming herself.
Asriel's foot was wrapped in a bandage, seeing as Toriel was still passed out. The cut was worse than they thought, and the glass had actually cut pretty deep over the small area on his foot.
"hey kiddo," Sans started, "don't beat yourself up about it."
"No no no no no," Frisk started, "I should've been paying more attention. I should've been more careful! He said he had a headache, but he said it was nothing." Frisk was shaking more now.
"FRISK, AS YOUR GREAT FRIEND, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT WE ARE ALL RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENED, AND WE ALL SHOULD'VE BEEN PAYING MORE ATTENTION!" Papyrus added.
"O-okay, so I-I've r-run some diagnostics, and it s-seems th-that Asriel is ph-physically f-fine. He s-seems to be e-experiencing some sort of e-emotional d-distress." Alphys stammered. "He's probably not going to wake up until tomorrow morning, though."
Everyone accepted this, except for Frisk. The group decided not to call Asgore because they didn't want to worry him. Eventually, Everybody went to their rooms, and slept, except for Frisk, again, who was already in her room, but decided not to sleep until Asriel woke up.
Eventually, at exactly 9:36 A.M. the next morning, Asriel woke up. He didn't say anything. He just cried and sobbed the whole time he woke up. Not even Frisk's smile or Toriel's pie could cheer him up. Eventually, he said that he needed to use the bathroom. Little did anyone know, Asriel was about to do the unthinkable.
While in the bathroom, Asriel locked to door, and he snuck out the window.
"I'll make sure that I can never hurt anyone again," he muttered.
Twenty minutes passed, and Undyne came to check on Asriel, who had been in the bathroom for a while.
"Hey punk! You doing alright in there?" She asked.
There was no response.
She tried again, knocking, "You alright Asriel?"
Still no response.
She tried one more time, shouting, "Hey! If you don't answer me I'm going come in there!"
Again, no response.
"I'm coming in!" she shouted. It was locked. "Huh? Locked? Uh oh." Undyne kicked the door open, breaking the lock in the process, how she didn't rip the door off the hinges I have no idea.
Asriel was missing.
"Guys! Come here!" Undyne yelled at the top of her lungs.
Everyone came running to where the missing child had been, shocked at what happened.
"I-I just don't understand. Why is my poor, innocent Asriel acting so strangely?" Toriel asked, face in her hands crying.
Once again, Frisk was hit the hardest by this. Still shaken up from earlier, she collapsed onto her knees, sobbing. The poor child was in so much emotional pain. Twice, in one day, she'd lost the guy she loved, this time, possibly, for good. This time was different, though. Frisk was determined to save him once again.
Frisk rushed out the window, determined to find Asriel.
"Frisk wait!" Toriel shouted.
"I'll be back before dinner!" Frisk shouted back, still running, a gleam in her eyes.
Meanwhile…
Asriel was sitting inside of Toriel's old home in the Ruins, looking for anything to hurt himself with. He wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone else again.
"Mom never did like knives," He murmured.
After searching for a knife to end it all with, he decided to just hit his head on the wall until he passed out or started to bleed.
Eventually, he succeeded with making himself bleed, then, he looked for something sharp. After about three hours of searching, he gave up. Then, he remembered.
"My old room!" He whispered.
He rushed to his old home in the capital of the now abandoned Underground. There, he proceeded into his old room, where he found one rusty dagger. Just as Frisk walked in on him.
"I finally found you!" Frisk shouted, throwing herself into his arms. "Azzy, I was so worried…" She was crying now
For a moment, Asriel let the pain melt away, but that all changed when he reminded himself of what he came here to do.
Asriel pushed Frisk back, put the knife up to his throat, and yelled, "Stay back! I-I'm dangerous! Flowey could take over at any moment!"
"A-Azzy," Frisk started, "put the knife down, y-you don't want to do this." She didn't admit it, but Frisk was terrified.
"Yes, I do!" He yelled in reply, "I-I don't want to hurt anyone else! I'm a threat to you all, just let me do this!"
"Azzy…" Frisk was crying more than before now. "...you'll be hurting even more people if you this"
"At least I won't kill anyone!" Asriel yelled.
"Asriel, you aren't going to kill anyone. You just had a bad dream, didn't you? Tell me what it was about."
"Why does it matter? I'm going to kill someone if I stay alive! I wouldn't be able to live with myself! E-especially if I killed you." He muttered that last bit.
"What was that?" Frisk asked.
"I said I wouldn't be able to live with myself, especially if I killed you!" Asriel screamed.
"What happened Azzy? You were so upbeat about everything. What happened? Why are you doing this?"
"Fine," Asriel sighed, "I guess you have a right to know. When I passed out, I had a dream. It felt realer than reality. "Asriel told Frisk about his dream. "And, the worst part is...he made me kill you over and over again. I couldn't control my own body. He forced me to pick up a knife and kill you, over and over and over again." Asriel was crying now, shaking uncontrollably. "He made me kill you, the girl I love, not just like a sister, like, I love you." Asriel started to lose a grip on his knife
Frisk was shocked by this, "Azzy," she started softly, "I-I love you too." She then rushed at Asriel, moving so fast that he couldn't react, grabbed the knife from him, threw it across the room, and hugged him, crying, and saying, "I love you," over and over again.
Asriel was awestruck. He dreamed of a scenario like this, Frisk professing her love for him and hugging him, but he never thought it would actually happen, especially at a time like this. It was then that all of the pain went away. Asriel had been saved again. Asriel realized that he had just been standing there awkwardly while a crying Frisk hugged him, so he returned the hug and chose to comfort Frisk back.
"It's alright Frisk, I'm not gonna kill myself anymore, see? It's fine! S-stop crying Frisk, please," Asriel stammered.
Frisk sniffled, "I-I'm crying tears of joy now."
Frisk and Asriel stayed like that for hours, comforting each other.
Eventually, Frisk fell asleep, her head in Asriel's lap.
It was 5:45, almost time for dinner.
"H-hey, Frisk wake up! It's time to go!" Asriel said, starting to blush. "Come on Frisk, this isn't funny! It's time to go!" He said that a bit louder. He tried to shake Frisk awake, but to no avail. He decided that he would just have to carry her home, so he gently scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and started home, careful not to wake her up.
It was 5:58 when Asriel and Frisk got home, just in time for dinner.
"Oh my God, you're home! What happened? Why did you run off like that? If you do that again I swear that I'll-" Toriel started but was interrupted by the sight of Asriel holding a sleeping Frisk. "Oh," she whispered.
"so you two are back, huh?" Sans started, "oh, i see, i'll leave you two lovebirds on your own then!"
Asriel was starting to blush even heavier now.
"Asriel, my child," Toriel started, "I am sorry to inform you, but since you two were gone, and we didn't know when you would get back, we didn't start any dinner. I can have a pizza delivered if that's okay, unless you want me to cook."
"Pizza's fine," Asriel replied.
Toriel then called the nearest pizzeria, and ordered three jumbo sized pizzas, one cheese, one pepperoni, and one sausage.
The pizzas were there in fifteen minutes.
Everyone chowed down. Everyone was starving because they were too worried to eat anything, and they hadn't eaten since breakfast. Frisk woke up once everyone was finishing up.
Asriel had been sitting next to where Frisk was laying on the couch, so he was the first one to see that she woke up.
"Aaaahhh! Zombie!" He screamed sarcastically.
"Ha ha," Frisk replied sleepily, "Is that pizza I smell? Is there any cheese left for me?"
"No," Asriel replied, sarcastically, again, "we ate it all because it's your favorite."
"Come on," Frisk pleaded, "quit it out, it's been a long day."
Asriel sighed, "Yeah, it sure has, hasn't it?"
"Yeah," Frisk agreed, "it sure has."
"Asriel," Frisk started.
"Yeah Frisk?" Asriel replied curiously.
"Can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you!? For what!? I almost killed myself, I should be the one asking for forgiveness!"
"Can you forgive me for taking so long to save you?" Frisk was beating herself about it.
"Hey, Frisk, listen," Asriel started, "I know how hard it must've been to make that choice. I was a heartless flower. What if you gave me your SOUL, and I just became Photoshop Flowey? So, don't beat yourself up about it okay?"
"Okay, if you say so Azzy, I still feel like I should've done more."
It was now when Asriel chose to hug Frisk first.
"Frisk," He started, "you saved me, and that's all that matters."
Everyone slept well that night. Nobody had any nightmares. It was a peaceful night for all…..except one.
Oh my, who could that one person be? Find out in the next chapter. Probably gonna post it tomorrow or Sunday since it's not even close to done.