* MV Boli / vertebralheights
She follows. The room he leads her to brings another ache to her. A child’s room. Children. She nods at his words, wordlessly approaching one of the beds. She sets Lark down gently, brushing his hair out of his face. She straightens his glasses, pressing her teeth to his forehead. She kneels by his side awhile, just messing with his hair and glasses.
*I’ll be back in a few minutes, ok buddy?
*I’ll get you home soon..
She finally gets up and goes out of the room, closing the door before she walks away. She makes her way through the house, taking it in on her way to the kitchen. It’s a nice, cozy little house. It once again strikes her as odd that this is the home of royalty.
She enters the kitchen quietly, peering around it. It was nice, comfortable. Warm. She approaches, takes the cup, and sits opposite him. She takes a sip, mostly to be polite. It’s good.
*Well.. You probably know a huge part of the story, right?
*The war’s what started it, obviously.
*There were way more of us back then. But…
She sighs. Her dad played a role in that.
*War efforts, drafts…Science experiments.
*A lot of Skeletons died during the war. In the first part of the war, there was a scientist who used to… Take human bodies and turn them into more skeleton soldiers… But the practice stopped about halfway through.
*Anyway, a ton of us died. My parents didn’t have to fight and my brother and I were just babybones..
*We were lucky, we got to come here as a family. Others weren’t so lucky.
*And once we got here- Well…
Suddenly she looks…. Bitter.
*A lot of the other monsters didn’t trust us. Since so many of the other skeletons used to be human. There was unrest, talks about civil war.
*So we left.
*Which I’m sure you remember.
She had no idea how much of that was fabrication and lies. Propaganda. A madman’s plan to split the underground and commit genocide.
*And it just got worse from there.
Asgore listens to her story in silence. Many times, he wants to interrupt, interject, clarify, defend himself. But he doesn’t. The time for penitence will come, but for now it is his duty to listen. He asked for a story, and he’s getting it, results be damned.
“I remember there were experiments, soldier-making efforts going on in the science wing when my father died.” Asgore drums his fingers on the table thoughtfully, not looking at the skeleton across from him. “I hardly understood it all, but I condemned the creation of life for the purpose of war. For the purpose of death.” He frowns. “I have always wondered.... had I not put an end to it, would we have won? Did I make the right decision then? Or ever? I suppose it does not matter now.”
What she tells of the skeletons’ journey further underground, this is where he starts to look uncertain. “I will admit, I did not notice the departure of so many of your people. I was... focused on other things, I suppose.” Like trying to rule a kingdom of people who believed we were all doomed to die down below in the darkness. “Doctor Gaster, the royal scientist, he stayed in Hotland. He never spoke of what became of you all. Perhaps he did not know. Or he did not care to tell me. And I never questioned anyone besides him. But if there was indeed unrest between your people and the rest of the Underground, I promise you, young one, I did not know of it. Perhaps... Perhaps I thought all the human-born skeletons who were created before my father’s passing had died in the war.” More likely, he wasn’t paying close enough attention.
“I am sorry to hear of what became of you all. I am grateful you have found a home of some sort outside of your city. Your family....” She hasn’t said anything of their fate, but there are just some things an old monster like him can tell. “For any suffering my ignorance caused, I ask not your forgiveness, but for your guidance, in what I may do to make this right.”
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