What a familiar red sky. When was the last time he saw it? How many RESETs had he done? How many had Frisk done? How many endings has he seen? Too many. Far too many. He couldn't come back though. Not after he was Flowey. Not until he wasn't a flower anymore. Here he was. He was filled with SOULs, monster and human. It was amazing to wiggle his fingers and spread his arms under the bright red sky of the Western District.
He was in Nautilus again. He was HOME. Furry feet padded against the dry dirt as he made his first renewed steps into the familiar yet every changing city. He wondered just who would be here and who would be gone. What new sights would there be and what old ones remained? Finally. He didn't know the script of the story. Something could be NEW again.
"For now, anyway." Asriel spoke to himself, his voice older with an echo of the choir of voices behind it. All the Underground and the six humans, all speaking in unison with him. He liked the sound of his own voice now. He liked that he could like it. He would walk the city for a while. Just explore and take it all in. See just who he might run into.
[Audio post]
[Asriel clicks on his phone and starts an audio post. His voice comes out deeper than it used to, more adult. Or as adult as what a child would think an adult voice sounds like. Yet when he speaks, his voice seems to echo, like many other voices all speak in unison with this own.]
Howdy! It's me. Asriel Dreemurr. I so happy to be back in Nautilus. So. Is there a current crisis happening in this city? I remember that being an issue from time to time when I was here. I was little back then so maybe I was more scared than I needed to be.
Quick question. Who currently owns the Western Welcome House?
Asriel Dreemurr (AGOHD) || Undertale
What a familiar red sky. When was the last time he saw it? How many RESETs had he done? How many had Frisk done? How many endings has he seen? Too many. Far too many. He couldn't come back though. Not after he was Flowey. Not until he wasn't a flower anymore. Here he was. He was filled with SOULs, monster and human. It was amazing to wiggle his fingers and spread his arms under the bright red sky of the Western District.
He was in Nautilus again. He was HOME. Furry feet padded against the dry dirt as he made his first renewed steps into the familiar yet every changing city. He wondered just who would be here and who would be gone. What new sights would there be and what old ones remained? Finally. He didn't know the script of the story. Something could be NEW again.
"For now, anyway." Asriel spoke to himself, his voice older with an echo of the choir of voices behind it. All the Underground and the six humans, all speaking in unison with him. He liked the sound of his own voice now. He liked that he could like it. He would walk the city for a while. Just explore and take it all in. See just who he might run into.
[Audio post]
[Asriel clicks on his phone and starts an audio post. His voice comes out deeper than it used to, more adult. Or as adult as what a child would think an adult voice sounds like. Yet when he speaks, his voice seems to echo, like many other voices all speak in unison with this own.]
Howdy! It's me. Asriel Dreemurr. I so happy to be back in Nautilus. So. Is there a current crisis happening in this city? I remember that being an issue from time to time when I was here. I was little back then so maybe I was more scared than I needed to be.
Quick question. Who currently owns the Western Welcome House?