Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

112 - DREAMS

*Don't play the music yet

(FRISK POV)

     The whole world is ending.

     That was my first thought after the light cleared.

Oh shit was second.

     Asriel loomed over me. He looked like the embodiment of terror. The only recognizable part of him was his face. His horns were larger and grew outwards. His teeth were huge and impossibly sharp.  The scar on his jaw now revealed that the skin under his fur was obsidian-black and rippled with glowing red cracks. His pupils were two thin red lines surging with Determination.

     His old body was completely gone, only remnants remained amongst a distorted image of what used to be. Six ribs floated nearly a foot away from a large mass of swirling magical energy at his center, barely encapsulating it. At the center of the sphere, I saw hundreds of thousands of SOULs trapped within a heart-shaped emptiness. Shadows given form escaped from two cracks on the top of his magic core, forming writhing pauldrons from which his arms could escape. From the middle of the shadows, two thin arms could barely be seen. The only indication they were there was Asriel's giant hands, each made out of some indiscernible skull, with 5 free-floating black fingers jutting out. On the backs of each palm was a jagged hole in the shape of an unlocked SOUL.

     His spine floated behind him, each vertebra was sharpened to a point, and there were far more than there should be. Behind his magical core, Asriel brandished two huge wings comprised of the entirety of the earlier unbound magic. They shone every color imaginable, which somehow made the sight even more terrifying. In place of legs, Asriel's waistbone extended down to form a distorted heart shape, which had the same smoldering red cracks the most likely covered the rest of his skin. His unnatural voice suddenly boomed from every direction at once.

     "URAH HA HA HA... Behold... my true power!" He raised his hands and shot out thousands of overcharged magical bullets, each followed by a trail of their own rapidly deteriorating form. I tried to get out of the way, but

    
*Can't move your body.

     a single bullet collided with me. I died instantly. As soon as it made contact, my entire nervous system save for my brain was disintegrated. My SOUL was ripped out of me and the only thing I could feel was pain. My SOUL wanted nothing more than to shatter; the numbing relief of nonexistence. But again, I refused. Diitii forced my SOUL back together and pulled it back into me, failing to take control.

     "I can feel it." He snarled. "Every time you die, your grip on this world slips away." I wheezed. It took everything I had to come back from death. I tried to ACT, to no avail. Again, Asriel killed me. Again, Diitii tried to take control. Again, it was harder to keep going. It was like I was back with Flowey all over again. "Every time you die, your friends forget you a little more." His ribs undulated. "Your life will end here, in a world where no one remembers you."

He brought his wrath down upon me. Again, I tried to move, and again,

    
*Can't move your body.

I died. I pulled myself back. Diitii Fox was too weak in this state to manifest outside of me. I could feel the GML itself start to crumble under the weight of Asriel's power. I needed to keep going. I didn't have any other option. It felt like I was in a fog. Like I was up to my waist in cold water. Everything felt a little unreal. Was it fear? The mental strain of death? Another of Asriel's abilities? I wasn't sure, and I wasn't strong enough to find out.