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oddsandends2017-12-25 09:11 pm
eudemonics) wrote in oddsandends2017-12-25 09:11 pm
43rd ♫ | one more time, one hundred more tries
THE MEMORY SHARE MEME
(i want every single person here to appreciate how hard it was to find a gif that adequately conveyed the idea of this meme)
- HOW IT WORKS:
⍟ Post your character's toplevel with their name, canon and anything you might need to warn for in their memories.
⍟ Post a handful of memories from your character's past -- you can write them up or just links to clips and scenes, DO IT HOWEVER YOU LIKE.
⍟ SURPRISE, EVERYONE CAN SEE EACH OTHER'S MEMORIES so tag around as you like
⍟ GET EMOTIONALLY TERRORIZED FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Asgore Dreemurr | Undertale
i. days long past
It's nowhere recognizable, some open field near a towering stone castle. The construction looks old, like it was built to withstand invasions rather than to glitter and look pretty. Down here, though, a small goat monster is facing off against a larger one. The elder looks rather like Asgore, but his flowing mane is auburn rather than blonde.
The adult is sending a steady pattern of fire at the child, but they're large and slow. Easily dodged, and for the most part the child is indeed dodging them. But he's panting with the effort, and eventually his concentration wavers; he stumbles and trips headlong into a flame, yelping. The older monster cancels the attack immediately, and goes to help the now-sniffling child to his feet.]
Come now. You're alright.
I don't wanna do this anymore. [The child rubs his sleeve over his eyes. His voice, so young, isn't recognizable.] Why do I have to learn to fight, anyway?
You are not learning to fight, you're learning to dodge. Fighting will come later. [He pats the little goat on the back with one huge paw.] You are going to be the king one day, Asgore. That means that you must be able to protect your people, if it ever comes to that. You understand, don't you?
[Small Asgore sniffs, but he's stopped crying.] Yes, Father.
Good. [The King pats him on the head, not unkindly.] I know that you can do this, Asgore. After all, you are the future of monsters. Let's try it again.
ii. they were kids that I once knew
Th-they just came out of the Ruins. They were heading for Snowdin last I heard, but who knows where they are now...
[Asgore turns from the kitchen stove, paws tucked together beneath his cloak as he stands at his full height. His face is carefully neutral, too careful for anybody who really knows him, but this is a memory, and the fear now tearing at its edges is obvious.]
Have they harmed anyone?
No, there's no reports of that...should we capture them and bring them here?
[Asgore considers this for a moment, and then shakes his head.]
No. Leave them be. Do not let them hurt anybody, but otherwise, let them come on their own.
[Because of course, there is only one way out.
The guard nods and leaves, but Asgore does not return to cooking. Once he's alone, he goes and sits heavily at the table, holding his head in two shaking paws.
Perhaps they will not come. The human must know that it is dangerous - that he is dangerous. They might not even be able to make it; many monsters are still angry, and even without a formal declaration of war there are those who might still attack.
More now, of course. He has led his people down a dark road, and all but one followed him without a doubt. What has he ever done to earn such trust?
He tries to go back about his business after a little while, but now there is even less reason. Instead, he goes to his empty throne room and sits on his lonely throne. Even watering the flowers feels empty. He watches as the little sunlight that still touches his kingdom passes over their petals. The golden flowers, finally growing within reach, far too late to make any difference. Perhaps the new human will have learned exactly what it takes to cross the Barrier. Perhaps they are coming to kill him. He still would not savor the bloodshed, but that would be a different thing at least - he has killed humans in battle before.
Hours pass before anybody comes. He doesn't even really hear their small footsteps, only looks up at the sound of a voice.
A child's voice.
Asgore realizes then that it was possible for his heart to grow colder. They're just a little child. They're more distinct in this memory than the guard who announced their arrival; Asgore still recalls them clearly. Just like - they barely reach his knee, and he is to kill them?
And yet. And yet, he is the King. How could his people go on, with no hope for a future? How much dust will be on his hands if he turns back on his word? He has to go through with this. It's...
He rises to his feet, using the throne for support. He cannot stop this now. It is greater than him.
Perhaps if he lets them go, they will not return.]
If there is anything left you wish to do...go and do it now.
[The memory cuts out before the child can reply.]
iii. (they were kids that I once knew) / tf flavor
But this is Asgore's memory, and he sees SOULs. Nearly a hundred human souls, fused together into a vast unspeakable mass of color and feeling and power, pulsing within and around the girl like a little cluster of stars. It ought to be impossible for a human to contain any other human souls at all - but a lot of things ought to be impossible, and here they all are.
Asgore offers to take them instead, first, if they would let the girl go. But he's denied, and besides, the people he's with refuse to let him sacrifice himself. So instead, he just talks to them. He sees that they have suffered, and have a right to be angry, but still he insists that he will see them helped, if only they will cease fighting.
"If you do this," he says with the voice of experience, "What you will feel is regret. For as long as you live."
They exchange a few more words, the many-layered voice of the soul-amalgamate shaking. Then they, and the girl, begin to descend.]
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[Sakura raises her eyebrows, approaching slowly.]
I'm impressed that actually worked.
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[There was a time he'd have addressed her less formally. But the Asgore of the present doesn't seem outwardly displeased to see her, at least.]
Yes, it was...quite a sight to see. I had thought your own situation would be the strangest thing of that variety I would encounter, but I suppose that was short-sighted.
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Hers wasn't transcription like mine. Outright possession without writing over part of the host's brain... It's certainly something I'd never seen before.
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[He doesn't sound entirely solid with the term, but.]
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[Shrug; they probably know better than he what they're capable of.]
And the plan to use Wheatley's bodies is not...a bad one. [He's still sorta uncomfortable with it though!]
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If the bodies are truly soulless now, then I suppose there is no real harm in it. I only wish they did not have to be the victims of such a thing, to begin with...
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I trusted Alex. The Risen, less so, perhaps...but I am glad that it worked out.
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[He glances over the memories of the other survivors, clasping his paws.]
Though I suppose soon, it will no longer be my responsibility to look after them. Many of us have already parted ways - to be honest, I had not expected to see you again. At least, not so quickly.
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Have you been well?
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[not even gonna address the other thing - if nothing else, he had trusted Rin and Sakura to know what they were doing]
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