it's hard to lose a chosen one [open]

[determinedest]

Who: Frisk (+ potential bonus Chara) and YOU!
Where: In your room. Yes, your room.
When: August 21st - August 23rd
Rating: PG? PG-13? these threads always end up bouncing all over the place. Will adjust if needed.
Summary: There's a small child in your room. Maybe they're going through your personal effects without any regards for privacy. Look, this is perfectly socially acceptable behavior in an RPG, all right?
The Story:

The past few days have been a gross unbalancing of their equilibrium, and Frisk has made the unilateral decision that they need something to help them reach that sense of stability again. Too much time has been spent lying on the floor of their room, sometimes with Chara, sometimes alone, enjoying the nonexistent fruits of Napstablook's patented "Lying On The Floor And Feeling Like Garbage" coping technique.

Eventually, they get to their feet. And then they begin to wander.

They try random doors along every hallway. Step inside the room if the door should be unlocked - or they may recruit their partner to open the door if they so choose (Do you want to see how many rooms we can break into? Frisk may or may not have asked while they lay on the floor and contemplated the ceiling paint job. And, Sure, Chara may or may not have answered, because it meant doing something other than simply feeling like useless trash for days on end.)

The point is, there's a kid in your room now. There might even be two. They're going through your stuff, looking through desk drawers, reading diaries, opening dressers, checking under beds. It's not like this sort of behavior was ever really criticized back in the Underground. People had no problem with them walking into their rooms and taking their sweet time poking around.

So, you know, don't even worry about it.

[ooc: feel free to specify the date you'd like this child to enter your room and whether or not you'd like the Frisk-Chara bonus combo! PM me here, message me on AIM at arcaneswearwords or contact me at arrpee if you want to discuss what Frisk may find if you want them to go through your character's private belongings - they won't discover anything you don't want them to!]

Comments

[walkingheroin]

Well, drag you out by your earlobes, of course. That is what one does with naughty little children, isn't it?

[He's pretty sure he's seen it in more than a few television shows and full length feature films.]

I think the step after that would be a time out. That seems familiar as well.

[determinedest]

[Frisk feels their expression solidify into that flat, empty expression that's their equivalent of Chara's smile. Rigid and unimpressed and uncompromising. They tilt their head to one side, subtly challenging, quietly intent.

Yes. They're well-acquainted with the idea of a "time out". They know how adults treat "naughty little children," don't they?

Chara begins to laugh and to cough, and great gobbets of the stuff that spills from their eyes and mouth lands across the desk and all over Lucifer's stupid nice things.]

You punish many naughty little children, do you not?

[fulllifeconsequences]

[They hope every drop of putrescence they spill leaves a stain. They hope his room has a nauseatingly-sweet floral scent clinging to it for a week. They almost wonder if they're hoping too loudly, because the way Frisk answers doesn't feel like a very Frisk way of speaking at all.]

You're welcome to try.

[They dare you.]

[walkingheroin]

Not by choice. I tend to prefer those with a bit more substance.

[His smile is mildly mocking as he pauses for a moment, looking between them, as if deciding what to do.

Then, an idea seems to come to him, and his expression changes to one of acceptance and resignation.]

Actually, I think I have a better idea. [He starts to turn away, seemingly headed for the door.] You've made a bit of a mess in here and I don't usually enjoy cleaning up my own, let alone someone else's, but I'll make an exception just this once.

[He opens the door, pausing as he stands in the threshold, his eyes burning red hot for a moment as he watches them, giving them one final warning.]

Don't bother me again.

[And then he shuts the door, his hand lingering on the knob, mentally undoing the entire room as he leaves it behind. Within moments, the entirety of his penthouse is simply gone, replaced by the interior of every other non-occupied room in the long hallway, as if he'd never lived here in the first place.

If a book or two hit either of them in the face on their way to 'elsewhere,' or if they got jumbled about as the room they stood in drastically shrunk, well, he frankly can't bring himself to care.]

[determinedest]

[Red eyes do not frighten them. Chara's eyes are red, and they're the most wonderful eyes Frisk can imagine someone having. They're eyes that they trust and love unquestionably, and even if Lucifer's eyes are an ugly, hellish shade, red will never be a terrifying color for someone's irises to wear.

Then the room is gone, in sort of the same way Sans would vanish, simply and inexplicably vanishing. Frisk blinks a few times flatly as they process the shift, considering those parting words with a long and thoughtful silence.

Then, they turn to their partner.]

I don't like him, [Frisk says decisively.]