It started off like a bad dream that Asriel couldn't wake up from. A painful ringing in his head, voices so loud that it made him want to curl up and scream. There were figures there - some terrifying, some comforting. He found himself chasing figures like Chara that would flicker in and out of his vision, or find himself curled up against a wall and pleading with an image of the man who tortured him from the Outpost.

He feels like he's going insane. What was wrong with him? Other than being human for a little while, nothing that terrible had happened. Maybe it was stress?

As he questions himself, tries to find some kind of relief - it happens. A Voice that can save him, protect him. And everyone else too.

Asriel plans on doing just that, walking up to anyone he sees with a bright, too cheerful smile spread across his face.

"Howdy! Are you busy right now? I wanna show you something really cool!"