[Laugh Your Way to A Smile. (Warning for some body horror)]
[It was the first time in a long while that Asriel had ventured off from the safety of his new home on Kauto. Despite telling himself that it'd be okay, that he could just go back home if he didn't like it here, he still felt so unsure of himself. Maybe it was better to stay? He could just live on Kauto forever and there'd be no problems, right?
... Well, maybe not. Chara and Frisk were still inclined to explore. He... really didn't want to seem like a complete coward, regardless of his reasons.
What he finds on Deslora though surprises him. Bright colors, tubes, the scent of pizza in the air. A buried childlike fascination and excitement rises to the surface, and Asriel feels the urge to explore. And his searching leads him to a sign and a room full of mirrors, each one warping his appearance in new and funny ways.
At first he's amused - some mirrors make him look taller, some make his arms stretch or make him way too short. At some point, he stops at a mirror and does a double take at what he sees reflected in it.
Himself. Completely normal. But yellow flowers are growing from his eyes.
He's not sure how long he's stared at this particular reflection, enough to feel a disgusting chill pass through his fur. But he feels something sting in eyes - mild at first, and then the pain gradually increases into something more unbearable. His vision goes dark and something - something doesn't feel right with his eyes-]
Augh - aughh!!!
[He grasps at his face, rubbing his eyes and feeling flower petals instead.]
[Pick a Path.]
[Two doors.
Asriel is a little wary about picking out which one to go through. Neither door looks like a better option than the other, and who knows where they lead to. He gives an uncertain look to whoever is standing beside him.]
Which door do you think we should choose? They both look the same.
Asriel Dreemurr | ota
[It was the first time in a long while that Asriel had ventured off from the safety of his new home on Kauto. Despite telling himself that it'd be okay, that he could just go back home if he didn't like it here, he still felt so unsure of himself. Maybe it was better to stay? He could just live on Kauto forever and there'd be no problems, right?
... Well, maybe not. Chara and Frisk were still inclined to explore. He... really didn't want to seem like a complete coward, regardless of his reasons.
What he finds on Deslora though surprises him. Bright colors, tubes, the scent of pizza in the air. A buried childlike fascination and excitement rises to the surface, and Asriel feels the urge to explore. And his searching leads him to a sign and a room full of mirrors, each one warping his appearance in new and funny ways.
At first he's amused - some mirrors make him look taller, some make his arms stretch or make him way too short. At some point, he stops at a mirror and does a double take at what he sees reflected in it.
Himself. Completely normal. But yellow flowers are growing from his eyes.
He's not sure how long he's stared at this particular reflection, enough to feel a disgusting chill pass through his fur. But he feels something sting in eyes - mild at first, and then the pain gradually increases into something more unbearable. His vision goes dark and something - something doesn't feel right with his eyes-]
Augh - aughh!!!
[He grasps at his face, rubbing his eyes and feeling flower petals instead.]
[Pick a Path.]
[Two doors.
Asriel is a little wary about picking out which one to go through. Neither door looks like a better option than the other, and who knows where they lead to. He gives an uncertain look to whoever is standing beside him.]
Which door do you think we should choose? They both look the same.