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Who: EVERYONE (if they want to live)
Where: EVERYWHERE (inside the mansion, knocking on doors)
When: 6/24 - 6/27
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: The Summerween Trickster has made his decree - Trick or treat...or die! This is a mingle log for Trick-or-Treating!
The Story:

On the morning of the 24th, everyone will find that the mansion was inexplicably decorated for Halloween...sort of. The idea behind the decorations is mostly the same, except that every jack-o-lantern is made out of a watermelon instead of a pumpkin. No, this is SUMMERWEEN.

For the first day it will be harmless enough, just a change in décor and a little spooky summer fun. However, by the second day there will be sightings of the Summerween Trickster, a creepy fellow made entirely out of unpopular loser candy, and he is not happy. In the entrance hall, there will be a giant jack-o-melon container with a counter and a count-down clock ticking away to the end of the event.

Your job, Wonderland, is to trick-or-treat for your lives. You have until the end of the event to deliver one million pieces of candy to the jack-o-melon before the end of the event, to appease the Summerween Trickster.

What was that? You'll just sit this out and wait for the event to end? I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, the Summerween Trickster could be lurking around any corner. If he catches someone not fully embracing the spirit of Summerween (refusing to trick or treat, not wearing a costume, etc), they will not survive the experience. The Trickster will kill them and swallow them whole, making them part of his horrible loser candy body.

More details about trick or treating can be found here. This is a mingle post for trick-or-treating, if you'd rather use this than make a post! [Brackets] or prose are both welcome.

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"Give me one," Chara demands, groaning. "Pun tax." Plus, you know, it's chocolate. They're getting their fill of candy out of this event, so help them. One million pieces of candy sounds like a stupid and unattainable quota, and they're probably all gonna die anyway as a result, so may as well die with chocolate.

It occurs to them a second later that nothing's stopping them from getting their own supply. They hold a hand out anyway, clearly expecting Frisk to surrender some of their hard-earned candy, but scoot one door over and knock.

The response is almost immediate. It opens, but rather than spitting out candy, a blizzard of glitter erupts forth. They stand, speechless, their entire front pasted in a wall of sparkly festive colours.

Frisk shrugs as they drop one in Chara's bag and then load up the rest in theirs. It's not much, but it's a start, and that's the important thing. Maybe it's the effort rather than any real definitive number that'll pull them through. And look at the pair of them, all dressed up and thoroughly gung-ho about the whole thing.

"I already - " Frisk begins to say, but then Chara gets liberally doused in glitter, and they clap their hands to their mouth as they desperately to try to avoid bursting into a fit of giggles. Chara looks...ridiculous. Like a clown vomited all over them.

"Y-you better not tell Sans about that," Frisk whispers, voice trembling with the effort to keep from laughing. "He'll have a field day with that one."

"I cannot believe," Chara sputters, looking about as red as their costume. You know. Under the glitter. They can't even get revenge for this! What, they're gonna beat up a door? Take it out on Wonderland itself? They've changed their mind. This event is the worst. They juggle their pitchfork awkwardly as they try to shake all the sparklies off of them.

It's futile. They're going to be combing glitter from their hair a year from now.

At least Frisk is trying not to laugh.

"Forget telling him, I'm gonna see if I can get the mansion to pull this trick on him too. If I suffer, I'm not suffering alone!"

"I think it might be random," says Frisk, still gamely struggling to maintain a straight face at the sheer indignity of Chara's current mood. "I mean, chances are I'll get one of those too. Or...something worse. I might get hit with a rotten egg!"

They sound remarkably cheerful about the prospect.

"I don't think you're supposed to want to smell like bad eggs," Chara points out, shaking their head vigorously to try and dislodge all the sparkles in their hair. It whips up a tiny cloud of glitter, but mostly it just manages to knock their plastic horns off-kilter.

"I'm not trick-or-treating with you anymore if you're gonna smell like a trash dump." Totally a grim and serious threat, even if they kind of suspect that neither of them spent a lot of Halloweens prior to this with anyone but themself for company.

"You're gonna get it on me!" Frisk squeals as the glitter puffs up. It's sticking to everything. They're gonna have glitter on the rug and in their bedsheets for weeks.

Oh well. At least angels are supposed to be glittery, kind of. Probably? Maybe.

"That wouldn't be my fault!"

"Good. As ex-soulmates, clearly out fates are inextricably linked. If I suffer in glitter purgatory, so do you." Chara announces smugly.

Then immediately reconsiders.

"But if you do get egged, keep it away from me. I make a point of not hanging out with... with stinklings," they blurt, for want of a better insulting term. "With eggheads. With... uh, with rotnoggins?" This is hard! They lapse into thoughtful silence, then just decide to tug Frisk along to the next door. Bound to be better loot behind this one, right?

Nope. No such luck. A couple popcorn balls so stale and so hard that they would probably double as effective projectile weapons.

Soulmates. That sounds really...sappy, but they don't mind sappy. They just didn't think Chara did sappy. Not that Frisk is complaining.

"Are you trying to egg me on?" Frisk teases, eyeing their rock-hard popcorn ball and tossing it up and down, as if they were weight a baseball. Definitely been hanging around Sans too much.

"I wonder if it really is random," they mutter, but decide not to dwell at that door any longer. If Chara's last attempt for candy taught them anything, it was that trying the same door twice wouldn't yield good results.

"Don't even yolk about that," Chara grumbles, and impetuously attempts to plunge their hand right into Frisk's candy sack to grab something, as bold as if they own the whole place. Pun tax.

"If we'd brought a notebook, then I bet we could map out which door gives what. See how it compares to everyone else. We could have a chart of which doors to avoid and which ones to keep visiting in slightly different costumes," they muse. It's incredibly extra of them, but this is Chara, after all. They of the "do absolutely nothing halfway" mentality. The resident completionist. The more they consider it, the more it sort of appeals. It is likelier that it's all randomized, but wouldn't it be satisfying to chart it out, to seek out and record every result?

"What if we SAVE before we try a door? See if it's RNG or not."

"You wanna use our SAVEs to figure out if it's trick or treat behind a door?" Frisk asks, torn between amused and exasperated. The thought of delicious candy behind the door...fills you with determination? They've been filled with determination by more ridiculous things (Temmie village comes to mind) but still.

All Frisk's bag has so far is chocolate bars with almonds, but they don't fight when Chara rummages around in there. It's chocolate anyway, so they'll like it regardless, probably.

"It'd be easier than trying to map it out, I guess," says Frisk.

So why not?

They move to the next door and feel themselves filling with determination.

They can feel Frisk willing a SAVE into existence. Feel the tug in their shattered SOUL, even if they aren't the one drawing on that power. Good, saves them the effort. (Ha. Saves.)

They pull a chocolate bar from Frisk's bag, unwrap it, help themselves to a bite. You'd think the week they survived almost exclusively off chocolate bars and depression would have curbed their appetite for the stuff, but nope. Still good.

"Trick or treat," they announce around a mouthful of chocolate, knocking on the door. A pause. It opens. It spits out a few toothbrushes and packets of dental floss that clatter sadly to the floor.

Hmmm. All right, that was a trick, even if it wasn't quite as explosive as that little glitter prank. Frisk scowls at the output.

"All right, time to see if this is what we get every time."

They reach for their SAVE file...

And this time Frisk knocks on the door.

"Trick or treat!" they call out cheerfully. Does Chara still have the taste of chocolate in their mouth? Probably not, but maybe the doors can sense whether or not someone was eating the candy they were supposed to deliver to the Trickster. There's all sorts of possibilities, honestly.

This time, the door deposits several bags of Skittles into their open bag.

"Guess it is random," Frisk says matter-of-factly.

"You realize what this means?" Chara asks, repeating their actions from the last trial. Namely, helping themselves to a chocolate bar from Frisk's bag. Keep this up long enough, and they could basically cheat their way into enjoying the same mouthful of chocolate or so into infinity!

"We can game the system. Beat Wonderland at its own antics. All we need to do is SAVE each time, and just reload if it doesn't give up anything good." After all, this world was the one that set the rules down. Not Chara's problem if they can turn the rules to their own advantage, is it?

Yes. They're going to do it. They're going to SAVEscum Wonderland.

Frisk feels like maybe they should protest this, like maybe this could take the fun out of it? But heck with it, they can use this to help other people get more candy too, right? Yeah. Exactly.

"We can get the Trickster his candy," says Frisk slowly, grin slowly creeping over their face, "and have lots to spare."

So they can have their chocolate and eat it too!

Silly Frisk. Breaking the game utterly through probably-unintended exploits IS fun!

"Exactly," Chara beams. "We could turn a thankless, Sisyphean task into a game that could actually be winnable. Why, I bet having frequent SAVEs to fall back on could also keep a soul or two from slacking off at the wrong time and falling into Jack Skellington's wily hands!" Great Pumpkin, Jack Skellington, Decemberween Thnikkaman, Trickster. Whatever. Frisk knows who they mean.

"In fact, this may be the most globally beneficial use of our powers that I could think of. It would be more irresponsible to leave everything up to Wonderland's whims, wouldn't it?"

"Sans isn't gonna be happy about it, is he?" Frisk says, hesitating. That's...really the only thing holding them back, even if they would be doing it for the greater good. Kind of. Helping people, like they should be with their powers! It's important stuff.

"Maybe he'd be all right with it if he knew we were using it to help people, though," they add thoughtfully. Well, why not? As long as they SAVE periodically to keep their candy bag full, they could even help other people if they're low on candy, or aren't getting nearly enough treats to satiate the Trickster's demands.

"Sans ought to be grateful, if you ask me. We both know there's no chance he's gonna be able to put in full-enthusiasm trick-or-treating the whole event. But if we SAVE, then we can basically trick-or-treat efficiently enough to count as 2.5 people. More than enough to pick up his slack." Makes sense, right? Surely he'd look the other way if he benefits from it. People are all the same, deep down. For the right bribe, morals change in an instant.

Or, you know. Not a bribe. Altruism! Friends share, don't they? Help each other out. That's what they'd be doing. Carrying him through the moments where he just sucks too hard to do it by himself.

"I mean...I guess once we explain it to him, he'd be okay with it, right?" They're nibbling on their finger anxiously, even as they proceed to the next door and form a new SAVE. Luckily, this one gives them a handful of chocolate bars, so there's no need to LOAD. And they don't think Sans can detect when they form a SAVE, so that's fine too.

They make a new SAVE after they rake the spoils into their bag.

"We're filling up faster this way anyway," says Frisk more to themself than anyone else, privately just needing to rationalize what they're doing every step of the way because, yes, it does feel kind of wrong to use this power for something so objectively silly.

Chocolate! Hit the jackpot on that one. If they could just keep doing that well, they probably wouldn't even need to LOAD once. Nothing to worry about then, right?

Except this door produces a bunch of packages of tamarind candy. Chara stares at it, utterly baffled. They've never tasted it before - how are they supposed to know if it's trash candy or good candy? "Uh... what about this?" They venture. "Think it's good enough, or should we have a do-over?"

"Um." Yeah, they've never had it either. "I think we can say...yes? It's better than risking more glitter, right?"

Oh, but if only they'd SAVED before that little hubbub. They might have evaded being thoroughly coated in the stuff.

"It's candy. That's what counts, right?"

"Right. Fair. If we don't like it, we aren't the ones who have to eat it, right?" So into the sack it goes!

They decide to be the one to SAVE at the next door. See if they can get to it before Frisk. They try, and... it's like the inner equivalent of banging your shin on a coffee table in the dark. An unexpected wall in the way. Oh. Great. What, is Frisk's last SAVE too recent for them to lay one? When's the time limit on it being a Determination vs. Determination thing?

They're not gonna get licked here. Not now. A good excuse to get some practice in, right? See if the "intent is might" rule applies to this like it applied to fighting monsters. If it's easier if Frisk isn't guarding their SAVE, is willing to toss that point away for the next one, whether it's theirs or Chara's.

Strain. Draw on the SOUL-deep ache, press a fraction against the might of a whole.

* Determination.

Ha! Did it! A feeling like letting go of a held-breath, and a rush of a weird sense of triumph. "Allow me," they declare, even if the SAVE is already laid down.

There's that familiar rush and tingle of a forming SAVE, but Frisk isn't the one doing it. They let Chara take the lead there, because this might be the first time they've used their SAVEs to prank the mansion, and there's a sort of novelty in that.

Frisk sweeps toward the door with one hand, dipping the upper half of their body in a mock bow.

"After you."

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