megalovania } arsiel and sans blitz

sans ☠ montesqueiu

who survived?
somebody new?
anyone else but you?

It's late, and I'm pretty tired. I should probably go to bed soon. Nah, where's the fun in that? (;
I like the underground at night time. It's quiet, but yet there's still life down here. Whether it's the gentle sound of Napstablook breathing or the my sister's horrible snoring (which isn't that loud but it's a constant), it makes me feel more at ease. I don't like the quiet, it's almost like saying there's nothing alive. Hm, it's a good thing that's not the case I guess.

We don't have very good central heating here. I don't know if it's because Asgore can't afford it or if he's just trying to harden us up, either way it doesn't bother me as much as it bothers everyone else. I'm pretty okay with the cold. Like, I've always been cold so I'm either used to it or immune to it, one of the two.

I stroll through across wooden floorboards, the hallway nearly pitch black, listening for sounds and looking for cracks of light. I hear a murmur and pause, listening closer still.

"'S anyone there?" Comes a familiar voice from above. I pivot on my heel and lean against the wall. I'm surprised he's awake, but okay. He's been isolated since what he tried to do with Ambrose and I just kind of feel a little bit hesitant to respond but I do anyway because people make mistakes and deserve a chance to change.
"Hey," I say, with a pause, "You sound lonely, heh."

sans ☠ montesqueiu

who survived?
somebody new?
anyone else but you?

"Ah Sans, been a while hasn't it?" Comes that chilling voice. Well, I say chilling, more like slightly cold but like a November night but not quite a December night? Hell if I know. His voice isn't warm. It's calculated, like he's taking himself too seriously. Either way, I haven't heard from Asriel in a long, long time. I've no idea what he's been doing or thinking or scheming, if he's gotten better or even if he's gotten worse.

"...lonely is one way of putting it. Crazy or bat-shit insane are also viable options depending on who you ask."

Mmmm, definitely sounds like worse but who am I to judge?

I'm the only person who can judge.

Heh, welp, I guess I'll talk to him. If he really is bat shit insane then he'll probably have some interesting things to say. I say interesting, but really I don't wanna hear that sort of stuff, it's just that I'm bored and I can't be bothered to talk away from this. Plus, I'm sort of curious to see what's become of little Asriel.

"It snowed last night."

Snow.

I'm chilled to the bone now. Oh yeah, I know what snow is. I've seen snow. Papyrus and I grew up in the snow. Played in the snow. Lived in the snow. Snow's my home. Oh but Asriel knows that. I've told him before, and so did my sister. We talked so fondly of those memories, clung to them like cling film sticks to a sandwich. (Damn, now I'm hungry too.) Why would he tell me. Wait a second.

"You can see outside?" I ask him, "That must be nice for you."

I haven't seen outside in years. Sure would be nice, but I don't want to sacrifice what it would cost to get out, and truth be told I don't want Asriel to either.

sans ☠ montesqueiu

who survived?
somebody new?
anyone else but you?

"Sorry." He says gently, and I narrow my eyes. I slack back and lean heavier against the wooden bunker wall. It's not too late. Two years since I last saw him, and that word is two years overdue and two years in the making, but he's said it. I mean, even a small apology is a start. There's good inside of him, I know there is. Sorry is a lighthouse in the foggy brain of Asriel Dreamurr. He has to cling to it. Go towards it.

I swim in the silence between us. Long, like the time he's spent alone. I wonder if his own father even looks at him. I mean, he's an angry kid and the things he tried to do were disgusting, but he failed. Like, he had his alone time. Surely he has to reintegrate? Two years is too long, bro. Two years on your own can mess a person up, and Asriel was already pretty messed up in the first place. I don't question Asgore on much, but this is probably the one thing I have doubts on. What good is this doing?

"...just a field outside the house. There's a window in the attic he hasn't covered up." He breaks the silence gently, picking up on my curiosity (well, surprise tbh) that he can see the outside world. That sure must be nice. I mean, like, I haven't seen outside in, uh, a while. Years. And that's okay, really, it is, because it's nice in here. It's safe in here (well not safe safe but safe enough). But hey, it would be swell to see out a window once in a while. Like, just to know the world is out there. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I think this is everything there is. Isolation does that to ya. It's not healthy, but then neither is my diet but I'm doing fine, I think.

A field? Hm. I remember the field, maybe. It's big. Covered in snow, he said. I remember the cold, the wet, the dark. I remember the light and the good times. The cold times, and the warm hugs. The fresh air and the smells. The food as well was amazing of course. That goes without saying.

I wouldn't say I miss it. Life is good here. It's not great, but it's good, and it's safe, and I have friends. Papyrus is enjoying herself every day. Her imagination is limitless, she's so entertaining, and not in a condescending way, I admire her so much. I'm not sure she'd be the same out there, out where it's cold and dangerous.

"How's your sister doing? I hope she's well?" He reads my mind without even being able to see me. Like in my silence I have spilled a thousand words to him. My skin would be crawling if I had skin. I'm just bones and bad jokes.

"She's good." I say, before pausing.

"Look, I'm going to get to the point.

I stare at the floorboards below me, aware that Asriel is in fact above me. I can feel his presence but I can't confront it. Not yet, anyways. He radiates bad energy, but I carry on regardless.

"So, uh, I've got a question for ya." I bite my lower lip. Two years. Two whole years alone for nearly doing something unspeakable, and yet I don't hate him. I don't think anyone hates him. Even Asgore is only protecting the kid from himself. It is too long though. I don't know what kind of person he is any more but...

"Do you think even the worst person can change...? That everyone can be a good person, if they just try?"