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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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