Fathers' Heart
"An accident? How any of this could have been an accident?" - Toriel's voice was exasperated, disappointed, disoriented. It was as if someone told her a very sick joke and she was shuddering over the cruel laugh of the prankster.
"Mom... You have to understand... There is something going on. Something the crown isn't aware. They're doing illegal things to humans and no one is acting to bring justice!" - Chara started to explain, although he felt that words wouldn't suffice to explain the atrocities he saw. By monsters. Monsters who were made of hecking compassion and love! It was outraging.
Asriel was just silent, feeling disappointed himself, but at the same time aware that there would be no other way. It was *kill or be killed* at that point. Still hurt his soul, nonetheless. But also not. The tears of joy he saw on the face of that tiny human child, happy for eating their first proper meal in a long time... Was that wrong?
Asgore too was silent. He felt like he was in a really bad dream and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he pinched himself. And, stars, he tried, believe it. If only there was a way to turn back into past... If only there was a way to stop everyone from seeing his sons statuses... His mind, in depths of despair, brought him a solution. An absurd. Desperate solution.
"I need to talk with Doctor Gaster." - He didn't explain more than that. He only sent word to request his old friend's presence.
They sat on his Garden's beautiful metallic furniture. Drinking Gaster's favorite flavor of tea, butterfly pea with some drops of lime and a dash of honey. The color was a vivid purple.
"Your Majesty... You sent for me so urgently. How can I be of assistance?"
Asgore really didn't even know where to start, but he forced himself through it.
"That project you told me you were working on. To bend the coding of reality. How is it going?" - He drank a sip of his tea, trying to remain as casual as possible.
"Very promising. I successfully rewrote small pieces of our reality code. I've created a food which I named 'crabapple'. It has the softness of a cooked meat of a lobster, but will last safely as much as an apple would. And it can also be grown on dwarf trees." - The doctor too sipped tea and smiled pleasantly. - "It has been quite a while since we had tea like this. I missed it."
"Oh yes. So did I, my dearest friend." - He served himself from some biscuits, brought along with the tea. Maybe the bitter taste on his mouth could be swayed with that. - "Have you tested in living beings yet?"
"I... Have not. I need the direct permission of the Crown to do that, because of the risks involved. But my research is far enough for this."
"If I gave you the permission... Would you do me a favor and keep absolute silence about said favor?"
"My King... What goes in your mind?"
"My children's LV rose. Chara is around 5 and Asriel is near 2."
Wingdin's eyelights shrunk into small pinpricks.
"Yes. It is exactly what you think. And I know it is selfish of me to try and bend reality to my liking, but... I know my sons are just and they would not act violent for the sake of violence."
Gaster could not really argue with that. The Princes always were way more well behaved than his own sons.
"You want me to change their data." - He finally said as a matter of fact. - "This could go wrong. It is a way bigger change than hair and eye color. It's a shifting in their own character. If I fail, we can render your sons eternally unstable."
"Wingdin... If you could have done something, anything to prevent Verdana from being locked up on the Maze Tower... Would you not? If it was Sans and Papyrus in the same situation... Would you not try your everything to turn it around? I cannot bear the idea of not seeing my boys alive and healthy. Please... This is from a father to another."
"I... " - Wingdin took a deep breath. - "Let me see if I have enough control of my experiment to attempt something so grand. If I see any signs of instability, I will abort the attempt."
"An attempt is all I ask, my friend."












