'cause you make the darkness less dark [open]

[determinedest]

Who: Frisk and soulja boy tell em YOUUUUUUU
Where: Tartarus, mostly the Adamah block
When: 10/7 - 10/9
Rating: PG - PG-13 for A Violence, maybe higher?
Summary: Determined child faces monsters more at 11
The Story:

adamah block; hellhounds; there are too many armies with no one to FIGHT

Strange, terrifying buildings full of strange, terrifying creatures are far from the worst thing Wonderland has offered to them. Having been roused in the middle of the night certainly did not help, but at least they aren't wearing the simple, pretty striped pajamas they favored in summer - such light garments would offer little protection against whatever lingers here. Rather, they currently wear something a little more inspired. The yellow of the cloth even matches the energy of the shield they bear, a disk of shimmering golden light that protrudes from its metal handle.

They're looking for someone. Several someones. Those that may need protection in a FIGHT, from someone who has learned long ago how best to perform the right sequence events for a Spare. From a child that has learned that there isn't always a right sequence, but there is always a way to not kill, and not be killed.

Which is why they keep walking. The growls and snarls begin to snuffle at their heels, and they start and they stop and they hesitate as they glance at the pawprints dimpling the dust, left by an invisible pursuer.

Then, incredibly...the child's chin lifts, and they offer the phantom dog a small smile. Lift their shield and waggle it like a stick.

You may want to stop them before they end up hurling the only weapon they have on hand.

yabbashah; djinn; you make the edges less sharp

[Their smile is soft and serene, and the lines of the frown that usually dimples their features…bereft. The edges of their mouth can lift without the cost of the guilt tallied up in their SOUL, and the paper-thin veneer of that contentment doesn't bubble away at the slightest of sounds.]

[Perhaps because it isn't really there.]

[It's not clear what they're seeing, but...]

[They look happy.]

[And so does the Djinn, looking ready to work the tip of a needle into the flesh of their neck.]

anywhere; there are too many problems and no one cares

[Are you in a spot of trouble? Run up against a creature you can't FIGHT? Frisk has learned that these monsters do not respond to the plea of * Spare, of MERCY, but that does not mean they'll let someone else hurt over it. Their shield extends with a snapping burst of bright golden energy as they skid out across the stone, the felt yellow tail of their kigu whipping with an unintentional flare that's almost dramatic.]

[Perhaps you did not ask for a child to be your savior - a child clad in a banana-yellow kigurumi, bearing a shield that is too gold for one such as them, for someone who can only muster an inch of Justice when their SOUL truly depends on it.]

[But like it or not, they're here now.]

[And they're going to get you out.]

wildcard; there are so many mountains that i haven't explored

[Got an idea for a prompt? Hit me up yo. Feel free to PM me or ping me over at arrpee if you like! I will match brackets or prose, though I'll warn that the djinn prompt has a likelihood of involving severe emotional distress in the form of Frisk's fantasy.]