You open your eyes to a silence that feels… heavy. There’s a strange glow around your limbs, an energy humming under your skin. When you push back your covers, you realize you don’t feel quite human anymore.

You stumble to your mirror. The reflection is breathtaking and terrifying.

• White fur, goatlike ears, longer horns curling upward.
• A flowing robe, dark and ornate with the Delta Rune symbol across your chest.
• Wings folded around you, shimmering in colors you don’t recognize.
• Your eyes… they’re different. Black sclera, small white pupils like stars.

You are Asriel Dreemurr, God of Hyperdeath.

Still, the mind you wake up with is yours—your memories, your voice, your fears. No forced snap to another’s personality. But something deep inside you stirs—something cold. You try to remember a nickname, or a dream, and it feels like it’s just out of reach.

A soft knock at the door. Your roommate enters.

Roommate (wide-eyed): “Whoa… you… YOU LOOK LIKE ASRIEL FROM UNDERTALE? Are you okay?”

You swallow. Your voice steadies.

“I… I’m fine. Just… different.”

You feel the magic in your veins. A flicker of rainbow light, a surge when you breathe. You try to move your hands—power pulses beneath the skin.

Then, a creeping sensation: as you breathe, you sense something fading—your soul. It’s as if part of you is being replaced by the divine energy of Asriel. Not yet gone, but weakening, like a candle flickering before going out.

Your roommate takes a step back, unsure what to say.

You look up at the ceiling, resolve hardening.

“I’m still me. But if I lose what I was… will it matter if I stay true to kindness?”

A tear slips down fur-covered cheek.

You realize this transformation came with a cost: power, beauty, majesty—but also the risk of losing you.

“Help me hold on,” you whisper.