(TEMP DASH ONLY) indie tri blog, heavily canon-divergent for ralsei from deltarune and asriel dreemurr + toriel dreemurr from undertale. run by mistress cupcake! (icon psd by niff)
“….Toriel?” At first she thought she might’ve been hallucinating or something, but, no, that is quite literally Toriel Dreemurr herself entering her office. She adjusts her glasses and blinks a few times just in case. “Is there a reason you were visiting? You know, they usually don’t let people in here.” She moves to stand– the least she can do is be polite and stop what she was doing.
She’s not really sure how to properly interact anymore– it’s been a while since they’ve talked to eachother, so she just kind of..holds out a hand for her to shake.
“How are things going for you?” She is avoiding an obvious topic, of course. “…Well, I hope.”
When she’d entered the building, there was the briefest moment of resistance from the staff, but when they’re old enough to remember Toriel’s more... aggressive years, they didn’t really try when she just kept going on to the Mayor’s office. She was visiting her old friend, after all, even if it’s been a long while since the two so much at talked.
Of course, that was the reason she was here. So when Carol rose to greet her, the Dreemurr instinctively moved for a hug... hesitating when the hand was raised instead. There was a mixture of utter bewilderment and a hint of amusement to her expression.
“Carol, I think we moved past curt little greetings twenty or so years ago.”
She took the hand regardless, but it was just to pull the other into a hug nonetheless, patting Carol’s back with a throaty chuckle.
“It’s been good considering. I was coming to check on you, I don’t think I’ve seen antler or tail of you outside lately.”
“Ah, Noelle!” He chirps, positively brimming with excitement upon seeing the other in Castle Town. After the rather worrisome events, Ralsei was happy to see her. It’s not like he could visit her in the light world, after all. ...Well, not for long, anyways, but that’s certainly not a can of worms he wants to drop on her.
So he waves, practically skipping over to the other with a sparkle to his eyes as he grins.
Soft hands clap over hers in uncontainable excitement, even as he’s certainly holding back the rest of it.
“Ah, I apologize-- you may not even remember me, would you? It has been a moment...”
He’s barely conscious, even as he’s wading through the woods, meek cries for the other sounding out from the exhausted goat. Every fiber of his being was trying to drag him down to rest, but he couldn’t bring himself to. People have tried to drag him home, but that’s the only time he seems to have enough energy. Neither of his parents succeeded in keeping him held long enough to reach the house before he’d wriggle free and out again.
It’s been a week and, even still, the goat’s staggering through trees looking. Even as he trips over an exposed root, he’s dragging himself to his feet and stumbling on again, ignoring the barely noticeable ache of the cold. He’ll be sick for a month, if not longer, but none of that mattered.
She had to be somewhere, she had to be. . . she couldn’t just be gone. . .
Asriel only stopped when, at last, his body just gave out, crumpling to the snowy ground with a dull thud. Thankfully, he’d end up at the hospital, having been taken there by some kind stranger. Even if he was still muttering in his sleep, still searching in his rest.
Drabble: December
Triggers: Family Arguments/Fighting
Word Count: 1,486
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Asriel knew how it could be. He hated it, but he knew it happened. Even still, usually by this hour Dess would have at least read the texts he’s sent. He’d known it happened when his dad came back looking more glum than usual. It was something that happened often enough, but this was clearly going to be one of those nights, he realized. One of the nights his dad saw Mrs. Holiday was home when he dropped Dess off.
He’d already climbed out his window, much to his younger sibling’s chagrin. They’d probably tell Toriel by morning, but he didn’t care.
Something was wrong
and he couldn’t just ignore it. pulled his jacket on outside, making a small plume of flame to take a moment and adjust to the cold December night before heading out. It was too cold to be out alone and he’d drag the reindeer to the Dreemurr home if he had to.
Asriel walked through the woods, the plume of flame in his hand helping illuminate the area around him as he searched. There were a few spots the two would go to, so those were the first that the monster checked, He jogged, going through the trees like he knew the place inside and out. The lake soon appeared, making him pause as he let the fire raise higher and out. There was nobody there, of course, but it did bring him pause. He couldn’t help but reminisce.
Sure, some may think getting shoved into the lake by your friend would be a bad thing, especially when they hadn’t even realized you didn’t know how to swim. . . But, well, getting dragged out barely conscious and seeing their face, head wreathed by the sun in the sky like an angel... He chuckled, cheeks notably pink even in the dark as he continued on. Golly, he really was a softie. He should focus on finding her... It was probably nothing, after all.
The flame floating over his shoulder, he continued on, scowling as green eyes looked through the trees. He didn’t dare shout yet. If people knew he was out, the fact they only started searching when the star of the town was worried would only make them both feel worse. He hated it, if he was being honest. Hated how people ignored it because it ‘wasn’t their issue’ or ‘that girl is a troublemaker’. How even his own mother of all people so often scolded him for being associated with Dess. As if he had to be some paragon of virtue to her devilish behavior.
He was only brought back from his inner anger, which left his face heated and his flame all the brighter, when he arrived at the next destination. A grand old tree, big enough for people to even hide in with its nooks. He simmered down, remembering a time where they played hide-and-seek in the woods-- albeit without either family’s permission. He had been worried back then, too, only for Dess to pop out of the tree with a scream that left him stiff and collapsing out of instinct. Asriel suppressed a chuckle, creeping up on the opening before whirling to peer in with a grin. . . Which faded when no deer was inside to be startled by his sudden appearance.
He checked his phone again, worry turning to fear as his texts were still left unread. Normally he’d never go as far as calling the other, but that’s what he did all the same. He listened to it ring, pacing for a moment as he considered... then paused. There was the faintest of noises, somewhere way off in the distance. Asriel’s fear turned to dread as his call went to voicemail, and trees were racing past as he sprinted before realizing he’d started.
Something was wrong.
He could barely see, eyesight blurry with unshed tears as the many worse and worse scenarios filled his mind. Why wouldn’t she answer her phone? Had she gotten hurt? Was she. . .
He nearly ran right into the side of the bunker’s entrance, managing to catch himself on the hill it created as he looked around. She had to be somewhere close.
“Dess?!”
Asriel didn’t care who heard him now, moving into the deep tree line around the structure as he cried out. He glanced to his phone after a minute of wandering, cursing to himself as he tried yet another text.
Sent 3:33 AM
He froze.
He’d heard it, somewhere close, but he couldn’t actually make out where it was. Asriel looked, heart sinking to the pit of his gut as there was no reindeer in sight. Nonono, she had to be somewhere close by!
Sent 3:35 AM
This time, he whirled toward the sound, pausing as his gaze stopped on those looming cold metal doors he’d passed moments ago. Was... something there, in front of them? Asriel could barely see, cheeks warm with the tears he couldn’t hold back any longer as his footsteps shakily approached. He stopped, heart racing as something familiar lay so close to the doors. His gaze flicked to the still alight phone, then to the duffel bag that lay forgotten.
Sent 3:36 AM
The chime that sounded from within the bag nearly took all the energy out of the boss monster, managing to keep his footing only thanks to the raw anger that flooded past his sadness.
He pounded a fist on the door, shaking it as he cried out for her, again and again. They didn’t budge. Even as his hands ached and his arms protested, they didn’t even get a dent. They didn’t care. They never did. It was all about saving face, all about letting the delinquent get what was coming to her, wasn’t it?
He couldn’t stay angry. Even as his fits burned with flame, he couldn’t. The fire was snuffed out as he fell to his knees, body shaking with sobs. This couldn’t be happening. The only person that he could be himself with. The only person that gave a damn about Asriel and not what he had to put on to keep his mother happy.
The one person he. . .
He gulped, fingers shaking as he called home. He didn’t know what else to do. The ringing in his ear was deafening, pacing back and forth as his eyes never left the abandoned bag at his side. He’d hoped for his father, the one that would actually come here without criticism or questions--
“Hello?” The feminine voice made him pause, realizing that his mother was the one that picked up.
“M-Mom, you--”
“Asriel?! Why are you calling the house?! You were supposed to be in bed!”
“I-- I get that but--”
“This is about December again, isn’t it? I bet she was the one that put you up to this.”
“Mom, listen, I can’t find her and it’s been hours--”
“You’ve been out for hours?! Asriel, what has gotten into you? Where’s that shining little son of mine that would never think of such delin--”
“I’M NOT A LITTLE KID ANYMORE, MOM!”
He didn’t mean to shout. He didn’t, but that rage he thought was past had suddenly came back redoubled.
“That’s no way to talk t--”
“I don’t give a damn! I can’t find Dess, mom! She’s been out here hours!”
“Well, maybe she’ll learn her less--”
“Oh will you shut up and actually listen to me for once?!”
The silence that came from the other line made him feel bad, of course. He’d never snapped at his mother before, but this was far past his breaking point. Far past any other time.
“Listen, I-I found her bag, mom. Her phone’s here and I can’t find her anywhere. I... I was hoping you could send dad.”
“I’m sure this is just one of her hooligan pra--”
“I don’t care what you think, mom! I don’t care if you hate her-- hell, I don’t care if you hate me! I-I love Dess, okay! Golly, I do, and if she’s missing and something’s happened... I’ll never forgive you if your hang ups on this is why she’s gone.”
There was utter silence on the other line for what felt like forever. Maybe she was waiting for him to back down, maybe she was still too stunned by his outburst. Either way, he wasn’t having it.
“I’m going to keep looking for her, okay? You can either send dad to help or just fucking wait at home being all high and mighty, got it?”
He didn’t wait. The call was hung up just after his final sentence. His breaths came shaky as he looked about. These damn doors never opened, so she had to be somewhere else, right? Maybe she’d just gotten tired of carrying this bag around...
It was an unusual request, perhaps made all the stranger as Asriel takes out a small box labeled ‘pocky’ and took out the strawberry treat, complete with strawberry chocolate hearts dotted on the pink coating of the stick. He grinned, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he extends the stick out to the other.
“Put it in your mouth, okay? Just don’t eat it until I say to. It’s a holiday thing.”
His grin widens, sharp teeth giving away that perhaps this was what one may call a ‘prank’.
@princeheart inquired: " you know, I've always thought your vines were quite pretty. thorns have always been my favorite part of roses, after all. hehe! " he, of course, says this while absentmindedly playing with one of said earthy appendages, too.
unprompted inquires: always accepting !!
To say that the goat was taken off guard by the other’s response would be an understatement. The tools he’s used to, in truth, rather lethal and casually so results, being compared to a mere rose’s thorny barb was odd. Roisin doubted roses had nearly the lethality rate of him, thought perhaps that’s why the other was treating them so lax. He didn’t know.
And, oddly, the monster didn’t want to change that. At least not entirely.
“Last I checked, roses didn’t lash out and try to take your arm off if ya poked ‘em enough. Unless the roses here ‘re a lot more aggressive than I think they are!”
it was a nice break away from how busy castle-town had truly become, something
ralsei was honestly, still getting used to. the two sit, carefully tucked away under
the rocky cliffside, surrounded by books and whatever else kept their interest. 🍰
but, for ralsei, it was becoming harder and harder to focus, his eyes
growing heavier with each passing word read. it seems the little prince
had worn himself out, he’d gone on so many adventures today, after
all–they were imaginary, of course, but that’s besides the point! 🍰
either way, his friend’s shoulder was beginning to
look mighty comfortable, so he scoots closer, and… 🍰
the boy softly giggles at asriel’s usually snarky response,
as he simply allows the wrapping vines to settle around him,
still seemingly rather relaxed, despite being at their mercy.
absentmindedly, he lifts a paw, resting it on one of the vines,
he takes great care in avoiding any thorns, holding it gently. 🍰
“ yes, well… drafty it may be, but it’s warmer now, isn’t it? ”
he retorts casually, with a slight sleepy drawl in his voice. 🍰
" …hey, asriel? “ he smiles, soft, eyes still shut, “ i’m glad you’re here. “ a
pause, then he tacks on, joking, ” and, um. not just because i’d be cold. “ 🍰
It was a strange thing. Asriel was so unused to these sort of moments anymore. True, in the past, the ex-prince had spent many a time finding somewhere cozy around his home to hide himself away and simply spend the day pouring over a book he’d likely read a dozen times over already. Yet, after all this time, it had become an alien thing to him.
So it was a bittersweet thing, to sit here and watch the other read as he absentmindedly skimmed pages whenever it took his fancy to. Not enough to keep up with the story, but enough to keep him entertained merely lounging here in the dark.
So when the other, even seemingly at the mercy of vines that could squeeze, tear, or stab the life out of him acted so casually about the matter, it only left the monster perhaps all the more baffled. This was often the time annoyance or anger bubbled up inside him, yet none of that came. Instead, he felt... no, nothing wouldn’t be the right word. A sort of... soothing quiet, perhaps? He couldn’t place his finger on the alien emotion, but it left him with a sudden and perchance shocking chuckle; bereft of the usual venom his laughter held.
“Golly, and I was beginning to think I was merely a pretty space heater for you,” he jested, smile tugging at his lips despite himself, “next you’ll tell me you just want to stay up a little bit longer to spend more time with me!”
even if eclipse didn’t like agreeing that scalpel was right – he had a point – they’d need some way to progress beyond this lake of acid if they wanted to get this plan over with. but when they had said that, they didn’t mean something so .. compact for the two of them to ride in. they stared quietly at the duck boat for several long moments, memories drifting back to movies their mother would watch when she thought they were asleep .. movies about cute carnivals and tunnels of love ridden on by lovers, with hands intertwined as they smiled and giggled amongst themselves.
♡ ‣ [ ACT –> REFUSE. ]
❝ i am not getting in that thing. ❞
fillipantly the knight scoffs, arms crossing over their chest as they stubbornly refuse to get into the boat. it’s odd to see someone who looks as .. outwardly intimidating as kris does pouting over the idea of a challenge of some sort– but here they were, absolutely refusing to move forward past this point. berdly .. that bastard must have set them up for this – they were sure of it. this is why they had refused to even beat him up for a plan on how to get to the queen .. // @runegoats !
The prince wasn’t sure what he had expected when they’d gotten this far. The acid was (very likely) lethal and, quite frankly, Scalpel wasn’t going to test this theory to find out. So, logically, their only option was going to have to be this.. frankly, a touch gaudy boat floating in waiting before them. He’d opened his mouth to give Eclipse the go-ahead to take the lead as always when--
You had to be kidding me...
The thought was followed by perhaps a touch of a drop to his eyebrows, showing his bemusement just a tad before he could resume his more neutral visage as Scalpel looked to the refusing leader of their group.
“You jest, Eclipse. Time is of the essence in this quest, no? I understand your apprehension but it’s not as if anyone will be seeing us anyways.”
The prince took the lead for once, making their way onto the boat. Golden gloved hand extends once they’ve sat themselves comfortably in a seat, hoping to coax the human to sit opposite him. Perhaps it would look more inviting were it not the usual venom-laced smile that rested on Scalpel’s face even in the most innocent of requests.
“If it is such a bother to you, you may wound or maim me as you see fit on the way to take your mind off it. I am merely here to please you, after all. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Golly, a hundred of ya mooks hangin’ around down here? You sure don’t have anything better to do, huh? Well, I guess this is the part where I’m supposed t’ say thank ya, huh?”
“Too bad! Ya signed up for this yourselves, you don’t get a participation medal.”
beautiful dissonance , depravity of husks blossoming in youth , deliverance of death swift &&. forthcoming . roisin spared no breath in urging his peon of just how ill - fated he wanted to be . of how he longed for the chilling embrace of the reaper . there were no words to express the elation of the bad tempered buttercup , petals flexing back as he beamed with joyous rapture .
❛ well gee , if you're THAT sure on what you want ! ❜
It was a strange thing, death. When you crave it, it never comes. Perhaps that was merely his experience, however. So sure was that his desire, even, that he made little movement to save himself from the oncoming trauma.
The sudden digging into Roisin’s abdomen didn’t surprise him, though the gnawing pain could hardly be called pleasant as his chest was so slowly dragged open with satisfying, gut-wrenching noises more befitting tearing the skin off a finely-cooked rib than a person. And yet, it was like an hourglass being crushed open all the same.
Perhaps one would expect pained screams, cries for help, or mere whimperings. Alas, the crumbling facade of a goat merely keeps that smile. That tugs and tugs until it, too starts to split. Cheeks giving way to a gaping maw more befit a predator than the prey animal he was. Sharpened teeth seeming to just pop from the darkening visage. Even the eyes, once sparkling with light, seem to be swallowed in ink.
“I’m empty? What a travesty! Here, let me F I X that!”
It was a strange statement, followed by the even stranger sound. A click, followed by a sudden boom of pressure. Fire alights in the empty cavity that was the dusting monster’s chest, spilling out over his enwrapped form as if to swallow him whole. Swallow them whole, as it danced along the flammable material that was the other’s vines like it had a mind of its own.
And all the goat did was laugh, forgoing any semblance of the princely little goat in favor of showing that, regardless of his form, he wasn’t entirely bereft of ways to make even his torturers suffer. Even while bits and pieces fell and crumbled into dust and ash, his hollow laughter rung out.
beady eyes flicker up , bore into the soulless reciprocated glare that signal death &&. sings of hallowed choirs . as though reaping the grave dug deep underground , unearthed below a seedy grotesque amalgamation of roots &&. viscera vines , the buttercup felt the sheer pressured weight of the halfbreed beast scouring sheer spite over his physique .
neither one of them had death as a viable option , no mortis everlasting to allow their tired presence to succumb to . agony quaked between their footsteps , between the airwaves breaking with each syllable . neither goat nor flower had any sliver of hope — no future to cultivate to . only death &&. destruction awaited their carcass clad paths .
façade briefly drops , wavers in pride as FLOWEY allows his gaze to bore into roisin’s , the lashing of uprooted vines thrashing out to whip against achilles ; thorns catch , snag &&. tug upon fur &&. flesh , scarring cuts deep enough to at least elicit bleeding , if not little scraps of dust .
❛ golly , ros ! that’s no way to talk to y'er best friend . ❜
terse are his words , shriveled with a tenacity of guilting vigor meant to dig hooks into his body . vibes creep , wrapping around legs , wrists , neck . pulling upon horns with a sickly tension to threaten breaking them should roisin even flinch . it’s clear he means business , how he won’t listen to such belittling statements from someone BELOW him in power .
❛ i’d be careful with your words ; wouldn’t wanna upset your ol’ pal FLOWEY now , would'ja . ❜
It was a strange thing, gazing down at this thing he once was. Perhaps, even, still was. Certainly, he couldn’t say he was the old Asriel anymore. So Roisin gazed down at the other, clearly about to spit more insults down before a stirring in the earth made him remember, too late, that flowers do have thorns. Especially, naturally, this one.
Down to his knees he fell quick, snarling more than wincing in pain as thorns dug into his flesh. Things he took for granted now that he once more had his old body. It could be hurt a lot more easily than he realized. Still, Roisin merely stared at the other as he was suddenly bound down closer to the other’s level forcefully. The thorn-riddled vines squeezing threatening to squeeze him into pieces so easily.
“Oh gee, Flowey, I sure am sorry.” He said, feigning the sickeningly sweet tone the goat had before, the visage of childish innocence on his face. Roisin couldn’t help it, as the sweet smile tugged perhaps a hair into the mocking. “I didn’t know you took such an issue with your height. I could dig you up into a pot and put you on the shelf if it bothers you that much!”
Danger of death or not, Roisin wasn’t going to budge. Even if the all-too-familiar flower before him would surely attempt to deliver on the threat.
@princeheart inquired: " 'roisin'? that's what you wish to be called? oh! ...well, i like it, it's quite pretty! it means 'little rose', doesn't it? hehe! i suppose i could call you my little rose, hmm? "
// i'm sorry 4 all the asks lately but. legally i had to <3
&unprompted queries ;; always accepting!
it took a long pause for the prince to really process the other’s words, though the sudden burning of his cheeks made it clear after said pause he had indeed heard the other. Perhaps, also, it was the sudden embers dancing around the other from his barely-contained magic when something in his chest was all aflutter from the teasing question.
“Yeah, some human said it when they were down here. I liked the name and I decided to use it. But I’m nobody’s anything, got it?”
It was said in a bit of a rush, which perhaps was due to him wanting to toss the topic aside quickly. More likely the fact he was brushing the rogue magic away with a huff, though. He hadn’t had to keep that under control in so long it took him off-guard.
Feeling something new certainly didn’t help, either.
