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It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Friday October 27th - Tuesday October 31st
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch all for the Horrible Memory Truth Event!
The Story:

For the duration of this event, everyone's entire room will be replaced with a memory playing on loop. They will likely recognize the moment as soon as they see it – it is a moment they remember as the worst moment of their entire lives. It could be a memory from home or something that happened in Wonderland. Lengths of the memories will vary, but they will find that these are not memories they can merely watch – they can step into these memories and attempt to make changes to them, and the memories will be long enough that they have time to make changes (though no more than 24 hours). However, anyone who tries will find that it is futile. No matter what you do or how hard you try, the outcome is always exactly the same somehow. No changes you make will prevent that horrible outcome. It just happens over and over and over again no matter what you do.

On top of that, perhaps complicating any attempts to make changes, everyone will be forced to be honest for the duration of the event. No lies or half-truths are allowed, and filters will be gone for the entire five days. If something bothers someone then they will blurt it out, regardless of whether or not it hurts someone's feelings, and no one will be able to simply keep quiet when they have something to say. They must be truthful and honest with every word they say.

This is a catch-all log for all of your Worst Memory needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and Room Number + Floor for character rooms, or just location if you're making a top level for a public place in the mansion (like the tea rooms or the kitchen) so people can see if there's already a thread available. And here's the plot post if you need it!

Have fun!

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Let's say neither, and just pretend it didn't happen.

[If he'd never known the guy's name, or maybe got to know him a little beforehand, he might not have immediately connected him to his own world's version of the Adversary. The fact that this guy is fairly amicable, seems to think he's amusing and hasn't yet done anything to threaten his existence is still taking a while to settle in.

It isn't that he's afraid of the guy, exactly, but being suddenly confronted with his presence is still enough to make him startle.

He takes a quick sip of his drink and waves one hand in a small, vague gesture.]

Or, if you like, you can take the flattery and I'll take the irritation. It isn't as if I want to almost discorporate myself every time I run into you.

[... That last bit came out aloud instead of in his head. Ah.]

Edited (typo) 2017-11-02 07:59 (UTC)

"I've never expected for a second that I can SAVE anyone," they answer, with the sort of smiling self-deprecation that even this forced honesty can't peel away from them, "but god, I don't know if I've ever wished for a human to have anything like I've wished for your happiness." They're always wanting things they don't have the power to do, aren't they? "I want it to go better for you." That fierce, lionhearted protectiveness, right? Let it end with them. Don't allow another kid to get swallowed up by it. "I want you to be absolutely surrounded by people you can trust. No conditions or expectations or demands. I want you to be content and never once have to question the fact you're content. I want you to have stability that you don't have to feel guilty or ashamed about, Frisk."

It's embarrassing, the way it pours out of them. Downright cringy, isn't it? Get a load of this delusional dramatic loser, ha ha. Who do they think they are, some kind of anime protagonist?

"And I... already know that I can't make that happen for you. That I can't be enough all on my own. I'm not even one whole person, let alone - let alone a dozen of them! I know I can't be all that. All I can be is Chara, and I - ha ha, I struggle with even that much, don't I?"

But they promised they would try.

"I'm just... I care about you so much, Frisk," they say, because Wonderland won't let them get away with dodging it. "I care about you so much, and I want that happiness for you so bad I can't... I don't know how to QUIT, ha. I'd do just about anything to keep any trace of those Surface things from your life, and yet... every time I try it, I just end up perpetuating those things instead. I don't stop the cycle. I keep it from ending."

Are we just doomed? They'd asked Frisk that once. They'd confessed that they... they're just like their parents, aren't they? Corrupted, tainted, ruined beyond repair. And so, as nothing more than a vector for that vile rot, they just pass it onto anyone who comes close enough. Fill their head with filenames, rip the warm brown eyes from their sockets, and leave nothing behind but a sharp edge cutting into arteries. Better to die than keep living like this. Better to slit your own throat than continue for one second longer in a world where this is what love is supposed to feel like.

Maybe... maybe there is such a thing as loving too intensely...? I'd give up everything for you, Asriel. I'd give up anything for you, Frisk. But... what good is that, if you only ever learned how to offer skewed, crooked things?

"Funny, is it not? It just boils down to the fact I'm afraid that I'm a bad influence. That getting all full of myself on those pompous ideas about protecting someone just... the universe will right itself eventually. A rubber band stretched too far will snap back into place. I will end up doing harm, and attempting to help instead will only make karma push things back into place all the more viciously."

There it is. The most hilarious truth of them all.

Asriel knew. Chara wouldn't let go. They've probably heard this a hundred times already. They'll never escape the pull of a True Reset.

Chara knew, too. Strode unflinchingly down the dustiest road of all, laid their quiet plans to make these endless loops stop for good so they could finally, finally ERASE this pointless world and move on to the next.

LOVE, EXP, death. They're just symptoms. It's the cycle that has more power over them than anything. It's the inability to find a path beyond an infinite, endless circling, over and over, down the same worn ruts. It had been a rhetorical question when they'd been asked if anyone can change, because people like them won't EVER be happy. Despite their best efforts, they'll continue to be themself. No matter what, they'll still be judged not exactly the greatest person. After all... time stopped for them a long time ago, didn't it?

All these tiring, vainglorious words... ha. What good are words? That's Chara, always so verbose. Overflowing with words as soon as they think there's a chance they might be heard. Why not just get to the point, instead?

"I'm scared I'm already doomed, and that's taken away my power to do anything but doom others in turn."

Ah! Is that so? You look very young for your age! ...But, I suppose that you do not look necessarily human! May... I inquire about your species?

Mikan choked out another sob, wishing she could leave, but there was no other way out. Her fingers pulled on her hair, frustrated beyond belief. "I just don't want to be alone! I can't stand it! No matter who's with me, even if it's you!"

I -- that's just--

[Invisible. Why can't he just spontaneously go invisible??]

I've misspoken. I'm sorry if it was offensive.

I have to! I have to make sure no one goes near it!

[Now she'll finally raise her head, her face stained with tears.]

I... I'll do whatever you want. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my friends... to keep people around me.

"You lose a precious memory," Mikan answers, wiping her face. "But because this place takes away memories, replaces them, with the events, it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake anymore."

"Get out of my way."

He won't attack. He knows he won't, and now Sans knows he won't either. He can't bring himself to, not even to save his own skin. That's never really enough. It's only ever someone else on the line, someone else's life at stake. Or someone else's death on his hands.

He steps back, hands fisting into his own hair -

And bolts the other way.

If he can't do it here, he'll do it some other way.

"I do."

There's no way to keep that in, either. It works out behind lips pressed shut and it darkens their brow and it runs up their spine in a hot-tin shiver. Is that not horrible?

"Everything here got complicated. I'm supposed to make it simple. I could. I want to. I want to take back everything I've done."

They want to - stop having consequences, ha ha. What kind of terrible person thinks that? What kind of person, after lifetimes of having that lesson impressed upon them, decides that it's not worth it to keep adhering to it? Isn't that the whole point, here? Aren't they supposed to be subject to the same consequences?

How is anyone supposed to forgive that?

Oh... th-thank you very much.

How is one supposed to contest that, either? They don't have infinite words at their disposal. They aren't poised and ready to counter an argument, step for step. They just have...them, curled here, too stupid to think of something more poignant or convincing than I don't think you're doomed.

Why would anyone believe that? Don't they give people infinite chances? Don't they forgive every wrong, every hurt, every fear without regret? Don't they consistently place others above themselves, no matter the cost of it?

"I don't think you're like them." It...may not mean much, in the end. "I think...I think you care too much about people for that. Maybe - it's trying to do everything on your own. You're just a kid. We're just kids. You can't protect me from everything, and it isn't a failure when you can't."

It isn't a failure because...the world is cruel. Because Wonderland is cruel. Because people are cruel. Because there are Mirrors that will snap your fingers back and there are events that will fill your lungs with water, and there's just no protection from that. Not truly.

"You can't be responsible for every bad thing that's ever happened to me."

[After dragging herself out of her room, after stopping in her lab just long enough to grab her second batch of speedster alcohol and tucking the flask in her pocket, she goes to find the people she cares about. And Klaus is the first, because she’s thinking of what happened; how they first met. (Even if she didn't know it was him at the time.)

And what sort other memories like that he has. What sort of memory is playing on repeat in his room.

And she worries.

Finding his room is easy enough, and even though she feels like she’s intruding, feels like she’ll be seeing something he doesn’t want anyone to see, least of all her. But she’s worried, which makes opening the door easier. Makes stepping inside easier still.

She watches.

Klaus’ is the only familiar face, but it’s easy to figure out how important the other players are to him, even without the conversation on the bridge. How torn he is between the two men. Between his family. Her heart breaks for all of them, and she wants nothing more than to DO something, to change it. She’s a speedster, now, she can move fast enough.

But she knows better. Knows from her own experiences in her room, reliving every torturous moment with Zoom. She knows you can’t change anything. The past is the past. No matter how sharply the pain of Zoom’s claws sinking into her shoulder is, right now. How much the scars ache.

And it hurts that she can’t. She wants to help. Wants to give him a happier memory than this. She wants to make it better.]

About what you'd expect.

[He doesn't really want to tell her, for more than one reason, but the most glaring one being that it wasn't her. Knowing that she isn't the same Robyn that he knows isn't something he feels the need to remind her of, and neither does he want to linger on what he remembers feeling back in those days.

He's putting a brave face on it, but the current event isn't done with him yet as he continues despite himself.]

I'd never been concerned about becoming my father until what happened in Vigil's Keep.

"So?"

He does not sound impressed. Some Ultimate Analyst, huh?

"Look, I get what you mean about Monokuma not being significant in any way to you, but that's the second time you said something along the lines of 'this thing has nothing to do with me.'"

And he noticed. It sounds fishy. "Is that some kinda defense mechanism or something?"

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[It might be the third time he's tried this, he thinks. The third time he's looked his mirror in the eyes, told him about their friendship, how close they are, and been utterly ignored. Or his words taken and twisted and it's grating. It's maddening. Why won't he learn???

Someone opens the door. Mettaton turns his head to the sound, his mirrorself unable to hear it just yet. There's a small jump in his soul when he sees who, exactly, is looking in.]

Papyrus! You're early.

[No no no, he can't be early because this is the wrong Papyrus. He doesn't remember. He can never remember but-]

Papyrus? Who is that?

[For a moment, things are distracted. The mirror looks to the door but sees nothing and shakes his head.]

Darling, it's not good to be seeing things like that.

[He is probably smiling under the duct tape.]

[He steps away from the door and types out another message on his phone.]

Now we don't have to worry about that and focus on that pumpkin event later! I'm excited about it!

[Mikan is heading into the kitchen to grab some quick snacks - and stops when she sees. a. ghost hand. okayyyy.]

Eek!

It's definitely a feeling of "shouldn't but totally will" that pushes Mettaton to look into what he figures is Mikan's room when he passes by. He's seen a small sliver of the intense undertows that flow under Mikan's ocean and he must admit he is... curious. What reasoning does she have to hate herself so much?

He opens the door, peers in, and his eyes widen as he watches Mikan spring her different traps. It's chilling. Not only to see her usually tentative and cautious face twisted into such sick derangement, but also to see people he knows, people he recognizes from Wonderland, fight her off. Though there is one human male who gets some trouble that makes Mettaton smirk a bit. Good. Take that, asshole.

He's not entirely gobsmacked, at the very least. Her behavior reminds him of how she was back in Quor'toth, though that's not a memory he likes thinking about much. After watching the memory he closes the door, contemplative.

[It is a surprise to see Mikan burst into the area he's in, and even more so of a surprise that she doesn't notice he's there. But she's been crying and so Mettaton, despite not really wanting to do much right now, walks over to where she is.]

Mikan, darling, are you all right?

[He's tried a couple of times now. Each time, completely and utterly useless. How could his friend do this to him now? It's a Wonderland trick, isn't it? But it can change. Things can change. He's seen his mirror change. He wouldn't do this to him if things happened again right?

Right?

It's the second time Dorian shows up that the real Mettaton finally notices him. It's good to see his friend, though not good for him to see this- is that a mallet???]

Dorian?? What is that??? What are you doing here?

( she isn't okay. he can see it written all over her face, even if she is less than enthusiastic towards admitting to it. jon doesn't look behind him to the memory, but he hears enough of it to have an understanding of what's going on. it's not any of his business, he knows that. so he won't look. won't pry.

and definitely won't ask her any questions that could be taken in a way that could set off the truth-thing. she stands, and he follows after, raising a hand up to wrap his fingers gently around her own, if she'll let him. cissie is--stressed. sometimes, contact can help with that. and jon figures there is no harm in trying. )

Do you want to go to the Robin's Nest? Or--one of the tea rooms? We could get some iced tea and pie or cookies or something. ( because comfort foods are always great. )

I should make it a weekly thing. Maybe we can start a club.

[ There are more than enough people in Wonderland who would have reason to do it, after all.

Her mouth thins as she glances up at Michonne, shoulders sagging. ]

You okay?

It's got some good. [ Ellie says, and she means it. Food, shelter, clothes, supplies... But. ] But... yeah.

[ A lot of it is shitty. Ellie swallows a lump in her throat, knocking a few loose pebbles off the roof with a bat of her hand. ]

Not really. [ She appreciates the gesture, but is actively trying to stop thinking about the memory that she'd been forced to live through again and again. ] You?

[She lets go of Frisk's hand. That leaves her arm free to wipe her eyes- pretty soon she takes off her jacket and just uses the whole thing as a handkerchief. No point worrying about being embarrassed. They're well past that.

And there isn't much left in her, emotionally, to even feel embarrassed. The remaining strength in her tired mind is too caught up in sadness, trailing in the wake of everything that's happened.

Her sobs continue to subside until they're just muffled breaths, her eyes puffy and her nose raw. And the jacket's covered in bloodstains, too.

She ends up staring at the discarded pack of cigarettes. The silence goes on a little as she tries to stretch it out, tries to regain her calm. It works, a little, but the anger and grief are still there, simmering. When she speaks her voice is soft, timid.]

...I hate this place so much, Frisk. [She looks at them, like coming out of a daze.] I wouldn't mind going home and just forgetting. Blank slate. Drawing board.

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So uh... lemme know if I need to edit

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NICE

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Let's say this was before Mettaton saw her memory!

For horribleness!!!

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