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A/N:Im gonna start posting pics so my magnum opuses stop getting deleted
Asriel Dreemurr checked his pink Google Nexus 6P as he he took a sit on the airplane. He was very upset and depressed, and was writing a song to pass his time, because of the horrible things that had happened in the last 12 hours.
His parents had revealed to him that they were not in fact his parents at all. Rather, he had been adopted by the Dreemurrs.
The Dreemurrs, who had spat on him, abused him, raped him, neglected him for so long under the guise of princedom. All the nights Asriel had spent in his room, hoping for the day it would all stop, had been for naught as they weren t even his flesh and blood.
His real parents were actually werewolves, but the hateful Dreemurrs didn t even reveal who they were and why he had been abandoned, reveling in his suffering. That was the last straw, as Asriel was consumed by a primordial rage. No more would he bow to his hateful oppressors, and so he took out a knife and butchered them to death, burning their corpses and feeding the ashes to the winds.
That was unknown to the populace, but time was short and flying and he couldn t let the kingdom know of his deeds, so he packed his things and run. He said goodbye to his lifelong friend Chara, who offered to come with him. But Asriel refused to drag Chara into this mess, so he gave him a ticket to Canada so he could begin his life anew, and hoped for his best. Just the memories made Asriel cry, and that inspired his lyrics.