It was a cool and rainy day. With an umbrella over his head, Asriel was making his way down the street to his house after paying his father a visit. Though he was alone, the goat boy could feel Frisk's connection he shared through him.
The sensation of sharing a soul felt alien, even after living with it for three years now. Asriel could feel Frisk's pain, emotion, and, if he tried hard enough, even his own thoughts. He was sure Frisk could do the same.
Currently Asriel felt a warm, fuzzy feeling, which meant that Frisk was happy, and the goat boy knew why. Running up the front porch, Asriel opened the door and entered the warmth of his home.
As usual their was the sweet aroma of food drifting through the air, which meant that his mother was baking pie again. Asriel walked into the living room, where Frisk was watching TV.
He was no longer human, for the bond that they shared had transformed him for some reason. Instead, he was now a goat boy, like Asriel. The only thing remaining of his former humanity was his brown hair.
Though they weren't actually related, it felt good for Asriel to call Frisk his brother, especially after that selfless act he performed for him, giving him a second chance at life again.
There was just one problem. It worried Asriel greatly that Frisk had seemingly a never ending appetite. It began after the returned to the surface world, and it seemed to increase daily.
Even now his brother was wolfing down a bags of chips, cookies, and other sweets. He was always hungry. But no matter how much he ate, Asriel saw, Frisk never seemed to gain any weight. It was bizarre.
Asriel, on the other hand, found that he had little appetite lately, but, for some reason, if he dared eat anything, no matter how small, Asriel would gain a few pounds. He managed to work it off, though, going with his father to the gym.
But still some revised to leave his system. Asriel's bulge of a belly was visible underneath his warm clothing, and it was getting bigger lately.
"Boys, dinner time!" Toriel called from the kitchen.
Of course Frisk was the first to launch from the sofa and hurry to the kitchen, for he was starving. Asriel, though, felt like if he ate anything he would throw up. Still, he walked off to the kitchen to get his helping.
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