[They're moving again, though somehow the how and why of that are sort of fizzed. He just clings to the edge of that bright-red mantle like it's a lifeline, tries to keep taking big, deep breaths. He can't be useless. Not now. If you don't fight back, you'll be killed. They'll both be killed.
He squirms enough to poke his snout over Drifter's shoulder. Focus. Focus on where you are. Focus on who's around you. They're not that far from the compound's edge. The monkeys were pretty scattered by the explosive; most of them still look dazed, even with the precious time Asriel made them both waste by falling, by not getting up, by just sitting there like dead weight.
He - he has to switch off. This isn't any time to be feeling. This is... this is the kind of thing Asriel won't survive, but Flowey might. It's - just a game, just a bad dream, just one of a billion meaningless timelines.
One of the monkeys has recovered enough to fire one of those coconut guns. It still feels so much harder than it should - feels as strenuous as trying to turn someone's SOUL a different color - but he spits a single friendliness pellet, wavering and small. It's just enough to ping the coconut off-course, send it slamming into one of the nests build around here. He should be horrified by the close call. He doesn't - he doesn't feel anything at all. This stopped feeling real at some point.]
We're almost there! Stay determined! I've - I'll - I can be useful.
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He squirms enough to poke his snout over Drifter's shoulder. Focus. Focus on where you are. Focus on who's around you. They're not that far from the compound's edge. The monkeys were pretty scattered by the explosive; most of them still look dazed, even with the precious time Asriel made them both waste by falling, by not getting up, by just sitting there like dead weight.
He - he has to switch off. This isn't any time to be feeling. This is... this is the kind of thing Asriel won't survive, but Flowey might. It's - just a game, just a bad dream, just one of a billion meaningless timelines.
One of the monkeys has recovered enough to fire one of those coconut guns. It still feels so much harder than it should - feels as strenuous as trying to turn someone's SOUL a different color - but he spits a single friendliness pellet, wavering and small. It's just enough to ping the coconut off-course, send it slamming into one of the nests build around here. He should be horrified by the close call. He doesn't - he doesn't feel anything at all. This stopped feeling real at some point.]
We're almost there! Stay determined! I've - I'll - I can be useful.