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Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have! Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish...

Oh well. There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle! Maybe one of the townspeople can help you out.

Only... they're acting a bit strangely, aren't they? They're all too happy to show you around, but there's something unsettling about the way they're behaving. Almost cheerfully dissonant. Any questions about the history of the town are met with blank stares and brief silence, before they plaster a smile onto their faces and change the subject. Any attempts to tell them about your duties as a magi or anything else that relates to the magical will get similar reactions.

Isn't there anyone normal here that you can talk to at all?

Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel!

A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you?

A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Witch, and you fought valiantly. For your efforts, you've been awarded a grief seed - and with it, access to a brand new power! What sort of power did you get? Is it a useful one, or is it not so useful? Maybe you've mastered it beautifully, and now you're showing off to all of your friends. Maybe you're having a hard time keeping it under wraps, and now you're wreaking havoc across the town without meaning to!

A Dreadful Nightmare: You had an absolutely horrid day. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you cause too much damage!

Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

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[ ... He immediately lurches inside, freezing up. No, no. She can't be here, she can't. He didn't want to see her, couldn't see her.

He had hoped to escape all of that. He... wanted to be able to fix things, after all, and part of wanting to be able to win, part of wanting to stop the endless cycle of carnage, of being empty and alone--most of that also meant he didn't want to deal with, of all things, his mother.

She'd hurt enough.

... Well. Asriel has no idea what to do, right now, except stare, his hands fists at his side. Maybe he should run. Maybe he can fool her into thinking he's not who she thinks he is. ]

[She takes uneasy steps toward him, a single paw outstretched.]

How---how did you arrive?

[Might be a silly question, but her brain isn't quite firing at full capacity.]

[ ... He's not sure how to deal with her, or with this.

How did he arrive? That's a stupid question, he thinks. He needs her to leave him be. She needs to go. He takes a few steps backwards, on instinct. He's dangerous. Being around him is dangerous. ... Even if he has a SOUL now, it's still a stolen human one, isn't it? They let him keep it, though. That was nice of them, he thinks.

... He's just... honestly not sure... what to do, right now. ]

... I... like everyone else.

[ A simple way to avoid answering, to avoid saying he happily screamed and struggled desperately because he knew he was going to lose to "Frisk". (But it hadn't been Frisk, not to him. He knew that couldn't be Frisk at all. He's the only one who really seems to fully remember what happens.)

Maybe if he runs, she won't catch him...? He's debating it. ]

Then you have something to protect, as do I. I wished to protect what I have failed to until now...

[She looks ashamed, but she must press on.]

I never dared to hope...

[ ... His laughter is a little bit bitter, a little bit forced, for such a small child, but... he's been through so much. He can't tell her, can he? What he wished for. ]

... I...

[ His wish is personal. It's his business. But it's selfish and he knows it. Inherently selfish. He wanted to win. He wanted not to be lonely anymore. Those are both selfish, selfish things. The power to win, the power to not be lonely anymore... that's what he wanted. The power to stop his sibling... was part of it, but, really, did he WANT their game to stop? Possibly not.

... He's not sure. He's died so many times. So many RESET timelines, so many things gone wrong. So many bad choices. So many mistakes. ]

Something like that, I guess.

[She wavers. She's missed him and his sibling so much, more than words can say, and after the ache of losing six more children...well. She's not in the best state of mind. But she knows she must try.

She reaches out her paw again, stepping closer.]

Magic and miracles...it is not perfect, but I am grateful all the same. I love you so much.

[ Every part of him is screaming, "this is wrong. You're just getting her hopes up only to dash them."

But he wants this back, so badly. So very badly. This, too, is selfish. But he can't... can't bring himself to just turn tail and run away. ]

... M-mom, I... I've missed you for a really, really long time...

[Toriel sobs and closes the distance, dropping down to embrace her son.]

My Asriel...I may not be able to make another wish, but I will do everything in my power not to waste the time we have.

[ He doesn't hug her back immediately, stiffening at first, and staring. Because it's been far too wrong, and he still doesn't feel like any of this is right, but... in the end, much of him is still a child, and eventually, he can only collapse into his mother's embrace.

He is... very tired.

He is not empty anymore, mostly. Even if his soul was in a container now, he was still feeling things. And he could feel her caring for him. And that... that was... so much more than he'd had in such a long time. ]

I-I'm sorry...

[ It's fumbled out of his mouth before he can really consider what he's saying, what he's actually apologizing for, or if she will even understand why, but he is crying, already. He'd always been such a crybaby. This... hasn't changed. He'd told himself he'd grown up, but maybe he hasn't grown up at all. ]

Whatever are you sorry for, my child? I am the one who failed to protect you.

But I will not repeat this.

[She should not burden him with her failure, she corrects herself. Toriel holds him tightly, fervently swearing on everything she has to make the most of this time.]

N-no... no, it's my fault... you don't understand.

[ It's really, definitely his fault. If only he hadn't been so easily tricked. Or maybe the better thing to think would be, if only he'd allowed his sibling to take them over, to kill those humans, maybe his family would've been freed and happy?

... But would his mom have been? He's not sure. He doesn't know. What's right? What's wrong? He agonizes over the choices he made back then, still. ]

Can you help me understand?

[She hates to see her child hurting after all of this. There's so much she doesn't know...]

[ ... He... he doesn't know how to respond at first. Except with this: ]

You'd hate me. ... You might hate them, too. I can't... I can't.

[ ... Even now, even though some part of him is TERRIFIED of Chara, he can't let anyone hate his sibling. ]

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