STUDY / Asriel Dreemurr - Tumblr Posts
Every monster in the underground knows the story of Asriel and Chara.
They teach it in school, tell it as a story to learn a lesson from when telling their children, tell it like history textbooks aren’t big enough to hold it.
They never say Chara’s name in most texts, and they usually never say it any other way. It feels like a disrespect to the dead to tell the story with any other words, or with the name exposed like that, almost like mocking the grave that only one of two got wrapped in. It’s such an openly learnt part of history, like the War, that the tragedy doesn’t usually click for the children who learn it. Some don’t even think it ever really happened, that it was just a story. Flowey hates hearing it. He wishes it was told different. He wishes it wasn’t told at all. He’s torn up every textbook with it written down in the entire underground, every log of it, every detail before in resets no-one remembers, but that doesn’t stop it from being told, word for word like an anthem of the failure no one is aware of.
* You should be smiling, too. * Aren’t you happy? * Aren’t you excited? * You’re going to be free.
It’s so much more than just history.
━ Toriel, being both a boss monster and the prior Queen of the underground, has a certain aptitude to her magic very few others share, including even Asgore, though such prowess would’ve been one Asriel would’ve likely grown into even partially. Toriel has a great amount of control over her magic, but perhaps most impressively would be her control over strings of flame : with each bundle of flaming magic demanding a constantly in-check chemical reaction to which she has nigh complete control, including intricate control over each and every independent bulb in the line, that kind of concentration, delicate capability and skill is very rare to find with her sensitivity to the changes in each bulb being much stronger than even Asgore’s with the same movement.
This reaches into an unexpectedly wide range most often, as basic as lighting a hearth before entering the house or setting a rune of heated protective magic upon a loved one’s clothing or home with fire’s natural inclinations to protection and care as well as destruction. It, inherently, could be wildly enhanced with further obtainment of LV, as much magic tends to follow the suit of, but Toriel since being both locked within the underground as a whole and having self-exiled herself to the ruin lacks any kind of interest in accumulating more than she currently has, though the potential ( and capability ) doesn’t fade quite as easily.
A very long time ago, there was a storm. a storm worse than many others, one that whistled through the eaves of the Undergrounds, one who’s rains threatened to breach some parts of the mountain like a strange savior, an angel jabbing hail & rain like needles at the earth until something stuck deep enough in the stone to carve the way out : it was like something else entirely. ― that was the day Chara fell to the Dreemurrs. That was the day the monsters took the teeth & gums of the storm, and were handed a child instead, and called it an angel. For what was the difference, truly, if they were born of the storm as much as the womb? what was the difference, truly?
Some acknowledged that Chara was no savior, they had fallen during a hurricane, probably seeking shelter, and wound up trapped instead. Some did, but others didn’t. desperation & hope blended into a sense of divinity that was from a storm pushing cards in their favor as much as it didn’t. Monsters needed something to latch on; and the child was lucky enough to be their prince ― be their monarch. ― whether they intended it or not. Some intentions don’t go very far with a nations eyes prickling at your neck, crawling on your back.
A very long time ago, there was a storm. a storm worse than many others. One that froze the Underground over, where even Hotland went cold, where the earth was barely a big enough blanket to keep the frost encroaching on territory like a grand hazy war they never had, and certainly never won. It was Gyftmas Eve when they found them, it was Gyftmas Eve when the blizzard wrought snow, it was Gyftmas Eve when the plan was set into motion the way it shouldn’t have ― and it shouldn’t have, but it was. That was the day they died, the Prince & the Human, the Child & the Monster, Chara & Asriel. That was the day they died, right before Gyftmas, right on Chara’s birthday. What a thing to behold, waiting in your garden, the day of ones birth ――― and, the day of one’s death. What a sight, to have the Underground wracked with the blizzard. it was like it knew ― but this time, this storm did not deal out cards. it only tore them in half.
