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entrancelogs2016-06-14 08:56 pm
0nemoretime) wrote in entrancelogs2016-06-14 08:56 pm
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I’m Hiding Away, I Just Can’t Move
Who: asriel dreemurr, papyrus, sans
Where: mansion, kitchen
When: june 14th
Rating: pg-13 HEAVY SUICIDE IMPLICATIONS LMAO
Summary: asriel finally talks to chara! it goes horribly! please save this kid.
The Story: No response.
He'd waited, and waited. An hour passes. Two hours. He still sits in the same spot. But his phone doesn't buzz, their conversation never shifts. And he's finally coming to terms that he'd said the wrong thing again, that Chara just wants nothing to do with him anymore.
That's fine.
That's... fine. What was a world without Chara, to him? Pointless, meaningless. Frisk was here, but he was pretty sure they didn't really want to be around him, either. Why hang out with a flower anyway? That's just weird. Maybe there had been a hope that if he was just upfront with Chara, if they just talked, it would all be okay.
He's not going to beg this time. He knows how that always turns out. Asriel just... picks up the phone and glances towards the locket still laying in a bed of roses. His foot nudges it more underneath, and he backs away. One step, two steps. He walks away, clutching the phone close to his chest and head bowed enough that his ears slide over his shoulders, covering his face a bit. Nothing but a mess. Nothing but trouble. Just that flower that always ruins everything and hurts everyone and it doesn't matter what he looks like now. It doesn't matter if he doesn't look like a flower right now. He can still hurt.
Limited lives. Resets probably don't actually work here. He just has to do it five times, right? Five times and something bad happens. Maybe he turns into something worse. Whatever.
Wandering around the mansion, he finds a kitchen. A big kitchen, in fact. It's... nice, and something he would admire more if the circumstances weren't so bleak. Kind of like his very first death, right by his father's throne, his dust spreading over the first flower that had bloomed there. And more grew after that. A beautiful garden, his remains as fertilizer. Maybe here, nobody would even know. Just some dust in an unused corner, an excuse that he just needed to be away for a couple days.
And there are plenty of knives. Chara doesn't even have to do the dirty work this time.
He grabs one, setting the phone on a nearby counter.
Where: mansion, kitchen
When: june 14th
Rating: pg-13 HEAVY SUICIDE IMPLICATIONS LMAO
Summary: asriel finally talks to chara! it goes horribly! please save this kid.
The Story: No response.
He'd waited, and waited. An hour passes. Two hours. He still sits in the same spot. But his phone doesn't buzz, their conversation never shifts. And he's finally coming to terms that he'd said the wrong thing again, that Chara just wants nothing to do with him anymore.
That's fine.
That's... fine. What was a world without Chara, to him? Pointless, meaningless. Frisk was here, but he was pretty sure they didn't really want to be around him, either. Why hang out with a flower anyway? That's just weird. Maybe there had been a hope that if he was just upfront with Chara, if they just talked, it would all be okay.
He's not going to beg this time. He knows how that always turns out. Asriel just... picks up the phone and glances towards the locket still laying in a bed of roses. His foot nudges it more underneath, and he backs away. One step, two steps. He walks away, clutching the phone close to his chest and head bowed enough that his ears slide over his shoulders, covering his face a bit. Nothing but a mess. Nothing but trouble. Just that flower that always ruins everything and hurts everyone and it doesn't matter what he looks like now. It doesn't matter if he doesn't look like a flower right now. He can still hurt.
Limited lives. Resets probably don't actually work here. He just has to do it five times, right? Five times and something bad happens. Maybe he turns into something worse. Whatever.
Wandering around the mansion, he finds a kitchen. A big kitchen, in fact. It's... nice, and something he would admire more if the circumstances weren't so bleak. Kind of like his very first death, right by his father's throne, his dust spreading over the first flower that had bloomed there. And more grew after that. A beautiful garden, his remains as fertilizer. Maybe here, nobody would even know. Just some dust in an unused corner, an excuse that he just needed to be away for a couple days.
And there are plenty of knives. Chara doesn't even have to do the dirty work this time.
He grabs one, setting the phone on a nearby counter.
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Papyrus speaks loudly with Sans while he turns a corner and enters the kitchen, holding onto a freshly laundered apron. His long arms move to wrap it around his neck loosely. A great chef never cooks without their apron, after all...
He's almost put the apron over his head when he spots a very familiar green sweater.
"ASRIEL?"
The apron is pulls away from his body, and he catches sight of the knife. Maybe...he's cooking?
"DID YOU ALSO COME HERE TO CRAFT YOUR OWN CULINARY CREATIONS?! I AM THOROUGHLY IMPRESSED-- THAT YOU WOULD PREFER TO MAKE IT YOURSELF INSTEAD OF ASK THE STRANGE KITCHEN GHOST FOR IT. WHAT GREAT DEDICATION!! ALMOST AS GREAT AS MINE!!"
He wants to be more excited, but it's exceptionally difficult when the whole mood feels so...uncomfortable.
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"but can you make any of them with ketchup? that's the..."
He's trailing behind Papyrus like usual, so he doesn't spot Asriel until a second later and.
Wow. That. That is definitely Asriel. That is definitely the dead prince of the Underground, just standing in a kitchen. Sans is fairly caught off guard. Sure, they'd talked on the network, but seeing him in person sort of drives it home.
This is Asriel. This was the flower who caused everyone so much trouble.
He's holding a knife and nothing else.
"well, hey. asriel in the fur."
Sans stares at the knife. He edges toward Papyrus, almost imperceptibly. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Asriel was lying when he said he didn't want to hurt anyone here. Considering how the last few weeks have been going for everyone, Asriel suddenly going full-soulless and killing people wouldn't even be that surprising. You'd think there was an event on, with how rapidly everyone seems to be spiraling downward.
But the look on Asriel's face and his body language tell a different story.
He tears his eyesockets away from the knife and looks at Asriel's face instead.
"you need any help, kid?"
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Especially one without a SOUL.
It only moves a fraction of an inch before he hears the two voices pipe up and he can't move, can't run, he's frozen and caught holding a knife and they're going to assume the worst but he can't think he can't react--
Papyrus talks and the knife drops, clattering to the floor. Asriel's eyes are wide and darting between the two skeleton monsters and both claws just wrap around himself, surprise melding into something more haunted and he can already feel himself starting to shake. Papyrus. Sans. They caught him with a knife. Maybe this works out better. Sans can just kill him like he had so many times before and now he doesn't even have to do anything, himself.
Sometimes, you gotta know when to QUIT.
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Sans' comment makes him turn his head toward his brother and then back at Asriel.
"IT IS NICE TO FINALLY MEET YOU, TINY GOAT CHILD!! I AM THE VERY GREAT PAPYRUS! AND THIS IS MY LAZY BROTHER, SANS, THOUGH...YOU SEEM TO HAVE MET ALREADY???"
A smile settles on his features. With the knife out of Asriel's hand, the whole situation feels a little better, but worry is still etched thickly in Papyrus' words.
"WE WERE ABOUT TO-- I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE A MAGNIFICENT MEAL OF SPAGHETTI!! SANS WAS PROBABLY GOING TO GO AND BOONDOGGLE SOMEWHERE...HE'S QUITE LAZY!" His red gloved hand touches Asriel's arm calmly.
"WOULD YOU CARE TO JOIN US?"
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Sans stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"yeah, we talked on the network when he arrived." He keeps his eyesockets on Asriel as he speaks, carefully watches his expression, carefully watches his movements.
That knife. It's on the floor now, but...
Well.
Sans isn't sure he can do this. Isn't sure he has the energy for this. Chara, then Frisk, now Asriel. These kids are...heh. Having a bad time, aren't they? But so is Sans. So are most of them these days.
He gets it, he understands, but that doesn't mean he knows what to do about it.
"bet you haven't had my bro's spaghetti in awhile. he's really getting...impastably good at it."
He hangs back while Papyrus does his thing, because Papyrus might not fully understand, but he's intuitive. Papyrus will be way better at this than Sans. He always helps, even when he doesn't really intend to.
His brother is so cool.
"we'd be happy to have you. but if you have something better to do..."
His eyelights flick to the knife now on the counter, just once.
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They're both talking, but it feels washed out and he doesn't realize they're talking to him for a moment, Papyrus' hand coming to rest on his arm but it's a numbed area. He almost doesn't register it was there for a moment. The knife is gone but he wants to reach for it again anyway and just pull himself out of here and not have to deal with any of this but he just... can't move. He can't will himself to move.
"I... I-I... okay. I-it's nice to meet you two."
There. That's something, isn't it?
Sans is still staring and he sees his eyelights flick back to the knife and Asriel finally manages to faint glare in his direction, the corners of his mouth turning vine-like for just a brief moment. He turns back to Papyrus and his arms start to loosen around him, falling at his side as he sniffles a little. He didn't even notice himself starting to cry, but it's not like it matters at this point, does it?
"I haven't cooked in-- in a long time. Or eaten, really."
Not since almost poisoning his own father. But that can't happen here.
Maybe.
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"S-SMALL NEW FRIEND, PLEASE, I KNOW YOU ARE INCREDIBLY EXCITED FOR MY AMAZING SPAGHETTI, AND TRULY IT IS WORTH CRYING OVER, BUT IT PAINS ME TO SEE YOU THIS WAY!!" Papyrus speaks a little softer. His head turns to Sans, worry lacing over his features.
"P-PERHAPS WE SHOULD BLINDFOLD HIM?? MAYBE IT WOULD EASE THE PAIN OF WAITING FOR THE WATER TO BOIL???" Truly at a loss, Papyrus looks back at Asriel quickly. "OR PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE TO HELP ME MAKE IT?? THERE IS NOTHING QUITE AS EMOTIONALLY FULFILLING AS CRAFTING A GREAT POT OF SPAGHETTI!!!"
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But then the poor kid starts to cry and...okay. Clearly something is getting lost in translation. And, well, that's what happens when you try to communicate entirely with significant looks and body language.
Sans relaxes just slightly with a sigh, closing his eyesockets for a moment.
"i think the kid's just having a bad day, paps."
A bad life, if we're all being honest.
Sans takes a few steps forward. Careful and slow, since...well, he might not actually remember fighting a certain flower probably hundreds of times, but it certainly happened. And if there's anyone in Wonderland that Asriel won't want to get to close, it's Sans.
And maybe Chara. Probably Chara. Considering Chara completely lost their shit when Asriel arrived, there's obviously a lot of baggage there.
"cooking's a pretty good distraction. takes your mind off things. and with paps, you're pretty much guaranteed to have fun. so..."
He shrugs. He doesn't trust Asriel in the least, but the kid deserves a bit of normalcy--a distraction. Something. And so long as Sans is here, he's pretty sure the kid won't try to hurt Papyrus.
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Mainly, the first couple of times, and Papyrus being one of his first big victims. Papyrus was always nothing but kind towards him, even if he doesn't remember it now, and is still willing to help him out. Different circumstances. He didn't look like the flower right now. He wasn't acting like the flower. And if he wanted to hurt anyone, even with Sans right there and having the perfect opportunity for many, many timelines of revenge, that knife would go to himself and himself only.
But now he's caught between two skeletons, one not quite fully understanding the situation and trying his best to help, despite it all, and the other, probably assuming this was all just some elaborate tactic to get close to them and start another murder spree. He saw that glance. He sees that hesitation. Sans knows who he is and who he was and what he's capable of and--
Moves forward. Probably not in the metaphorical sense, but he's coming closer. Asriel's claws shake and he grips the sides of his pants tightly, a sob caught in his throat as his head bows more. Funny, wasn't he supposed to be soulless? And here he was, absolutely terrified.
'It pains me to see you this way'.
That gets him to lift his head a little more towards the taller monster. Any unease or aggression he had been starting to feel immediately dissipates and his arm comes up to rub at his eyes, letting his snout rest there for a moment to snuffle softly into the fabric of his sweater.
"I-I'm s--"
Don't apologize.
"...I'm okay. I'll be okay."
Will he, really? Will he ever?
"It's-- it's not you. Don't worry about it, ok?"
Asriel looks back to Sans for a moment, confused as to why he's acting so... supportive. Why he believed him when he'd said he didn't want to hurt anyone. Maybe it's just so Papyrus won't freak out.
"C... can I help? Some stuff happened, I-I don't wanna talk about it. I wanna do something else."
He pauses a moment, still glancing back at Sans. His mouth moves silently, barely enough for Papyrus to even notice.
'Thank you.'
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It's almost as if they know each other.
The thought is pushed aside-- perhaps, Papyrus mulls silently, that he is only hungry and that is why he's overthinking things. The most important part of this conversation now, is that Papyrus has found someone who wants to cook with him!! He takes a deep breath in, somewhat perturbed by the sudden sound from the goat's throat. A sob. Amazing, how a child so small could have his soul so completely and easily wrapped around his finger.
"NONSENSE, TINY GOAT CHILD," he starts, his voice cracking just a bit in the beginning before becoming regular and pronounced. "DO NOT APOLOGIZE! IT IS COMPLETELY NORMAL TO BECOME EMOTIONAL OVER ONE OF MY AMAZING MEALS!! NYEH!"
Asriel asks if he can help, and Papyrus practically sparkles.
"WHY, YES!!! OF COURSE YOU MAY HELP!! YOU CAN BE MY CO-PILOT! OF SPAGHETTI! MY CO-PILO-GHETTI!"
Papyrus flashes Asriel one of his brightest smiles. His hand moves and affectionately ruffles the top of the small prince's head, and he stands to his full height, glancing around with vigor and newfound enthusiasm!!!
"SANS!! DO YOU ALSO WISH TO MAKE SPAGHETTI WITH US?!
PERHAPS YOU MIGHT
PASTA TIME WITH US?!!?"
In a good enough mood to make puns. He cackles victoriously at his own amazing humor. What a funny skeleton.
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He relaxes infinitesimally, grin twitching wider as Asriel mouths thank you to him. He pretends not to notice Papyrus's glance. You'd have to be denser than lead not to notice the sense of unease, but at least it's passed.
Moving on.
"wow. that was a good one, paps. i'm impressed."
It's always such a delight when Papyrus makes puns. And indication that he's in the best of moods. Plus Papyrus is actually good at puns when he stops hating them for a few seconds.
"but i think i'll just watch. i'd just get in the way, and you already have one student." He openly winks at Asriel. "best i can do is provide humerus running commentary."