entrancelogs | + FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Beach!
When: Sept 5th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Are the other parties a little too crowded and chaotic for you? Come and chill by the water! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 5th, much of the shoreline will be taken over by a massive beach party! As with all good Wonderland parties, it will be run day and night, always mysteriously tidy and always with food that replenishes itself.

At various points along the beach, there will be wheel barrels full of candy and treats, and torches for people to claim as their own. There are also volleyball nets, and when darkness falls they will light up like Christmas trees for those who want to play well into the night.

There are many places set up to sit - some with tables, some with pillows and blankets, many with shade, and some even dug out in the sand. There is music playing, but the source is unclear.

However, there's one thing that the curious may find - a message in a bottle. It will regenerate within five minutes if taken, allowing as many curious truth-seekers to investigate as possible.

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Um...

[They feel like they're having a very one-sided conversation. What person did they mention to Chara recently? Have they seen Chara recently since that run-in with that really weird Sans...

They're not sure if they can guess if this is their Chara or another one, but there are - there are differences, they're picking apart now. No Locket. No Knife. Their stance is all wrong, the cut of their clothes subtly different.

They doubt Chara would go to such lengths to confuse them. They're partners. They wouldn't do that.

Frisk gets to their feet slowly, hands raised with their palms out.]

I don't think...I don't think I'm who you think I am?

Who do you think I think you are?

[A largely meaningless and pendantic response. They tilt their head and scrutinize the not-Frisk closely.]

Don't. Play dumb.

[However there's an uncertainty there now that wasn't there before. The mirror mentioned being, well a copy of a Frisk already here, in a way that suggested it wasn't a lie. How to be sure which is which? Their Frisk can be a very good actor, when they want to be. It's not unreasonable to assume that others might also share that trait, along with apparently fashion sense.]

I'm...not?

[They take a step back, nervously. Is this...the same kind of Chara that snapped at them, calling them a dirty hacker, screaming at them to stop lying while they tried to make sense of the strings of code in their head?]

I don't - I don't understand. What did I - what did I do wrong this time?

[There's a pleading edge to their tone that they don't bother to try and push aside. No matter whose Chara this is, no matter what world they're from - they're supposed to be partners, aren't they? Why's one of them mad at them?]

[Chara makes to take a step forward, close the difference, and halts. Oh. That's... familiar enough to hurt. That's cheating. Underhanded. How dare they.

They swallow their snarl back, ignore the words. Either they already know, or it's not worth telling them. The previous meeting was brief. There's not a lot they can use to put to the test. Unless... the idea doesn't quite feel like their own, but they'll take it.

Knowing that one way or another Chara will get to the bottom of this fills them with determination. They step forward, and again.]

I'll make it fair. I'm the aggressor; you have first strike.

[They tuck the Stick into the belt, spread their palms, and look this other-Frisk dead in the eye. That's how it works, is it not? Even with a SAVE in place it's a risk, and therefore tempting. What are you waiting for? ]

[They break off, frowning at the ripple that curls in the air, the unmistakable, metaphysical stake rammed through spacetime and holding it all in place. A SAVE, glowing and gold, pressed down over the corners of the space they're occupying.

They shake their head, backing away further.]

I don't FIGHT.

[This they hold as a policy. They have never fought. Even to reclaim the Real Knife, they needed nothing but their own determination and their words. They do nothing but display MERCY, repeatedly, and do not shy away from it.

But even so, their next words emerge as a pained, frustrated hiss:]

Whatever it is I did, you can just tell me.

[Stop moving away! Chara watches the reaction carefully with narrowed eyes, scouring it for any sign of deception. They find none.

They let their arms drop to their sides. Looks like they have the wrong one. Whoops!]

I don't need to. It's not as if you are the one that did it.

[They're still on edge, in case this is still a trick, but they let whatever charge was in the air that denotes imminent conflict bleed out. Chara is sparing you. They laugh a little, humorlessly. Good going, them! What a great first impression.]

Well! This is awkward.

[Frisk stands there, mired in uncertainty for a long moment as they try to gather together some idea of what to say in response to being accused with no small amount of hostility, engaged in an impromptu and unsuccessful combat, and then immediately having that offer for combat rescinded by someone who looks mostly, though not entirely, like their partner.

Unsurprisingly, they come up with nothing.]

There's a lot of...me's running around today, [they finally offer weakly with a faint shrug.] I guess that seems to be...going around.

[Thaaaat's Chara!

They have no idea what they're supposed to do here now. They came in with a plan and it's all gone out the window. They could just turn and leave. But...

'a lot of me's'

That implies more than two. The next words are slowly placed, as if fumbling for something in the dark.]

Did you see one that... no, nevermind.

[They're not even sure what to ask for. They... really don't know a lot about their Frisk at all. What might set them apart from all the others, other than they're their Frisk, which is the most important part.

It shouldn't hurt. There's no reason for it to. God, they want LOVE right now. Just. Shut that down. The truce still applies in absentia. They wrestle themselves into composure.]

The one that looks like you. Your... mirror. Do you know where they live?

[No reason, just planning an assassination attempt, as you do. They'd ask this Frisk to join in, if this Frisk wasn't so evidently a pacifist.]

[Definitely not their Chara. The unfamiliarity and unease displayed there just confirms it. Frisk lets their hands drop back to their sides. And then Chara mentions their mirror and their expression shifts subtly into one of utter horror.]

That's who you - oh. Oh.

[That explains a lot of things. It explains so much that it kind of leaves them terrified for a moment, frozen on the spot. Ha...their mirror. Their too-smiley, too-high LV, incredibly scary, vicious mirror.]

I guess that explains...everything.

[Frisk says it faintly, trying to breathe past the sickening twist to their stomach. Swallow. Swallow past it.]

I'm sorry. I...the mirrors aren't staying put anymore. They're all over the mansion right now. I wish that wasn't - [They break off, grimacing.] I'm sorry, [they say again slowly, measuring out the words, hands wringing together,] I'm sorry you had to deal with them.

[Chara's teeth grind. That's not a helpful answer. Still, snapping at this Frisk for being so... Frisk isn't likely to help either. They want to bite something. Gnawing their arm would look weird.]

I should think they're sorry they had to deal with me, considering I walked out with more HP than them.

[It's said while absently chewing the side of their thumb, and the tone is somewhat dry, with a little bit of 'dog coming home with a scrap of cloth in it's mouth' pride. Not bad for LV 1 vs... however many the other had.]

You had nothing to do with it.

[Other-Frisk's distress is pretty plain but Chara has no idea what to do with that. They don't even understand why it's there.]

[They try to suppress the vague thrill of admiration that comes from their statement. Admiration and...satisfaction, almost. It's got a hard edge to it, something disconcerting, so they dismiss it. Can't possibly be satisfaction. No. Just...they're happy this Chara got away, that's all.]

I know. I know, I just...can't help but feel responsible. They try to hurt everyone they meet.

[They smile, a faint, fluttering thing.]

I...don't know if I know you. I mean, I know you, but I don't think I know this you. There's been an awful lot of me's and you's running around these past few days.

A real piece of work.

[They couldn't resist that one. Suits an apparently created thing. Mind you, it's not as if Chara has been any better about that in the past. Pot, kettle. Takes one to know one, right?]

I believe this is the first time this particular pair of us have met.

[They give a small mock wave with their unoccupied hand, clearly amused.]

Hello! I am Chara. And you are?

I'm...Frisk.

[They blink a few times. A "hello" - not a "greetings". A different kind of Chara, they suppose. They're going to have to make a list one of these days, just to keep track of them all. There's so many of them...]

I...guess you already knew that, though.

[Accompanied by a vague, uncertain chuckle.]

I'm the one who's been in Wonderland the longest, I guess. Since January. The not-mirror one, anyway.

[The last sentence earns a self-deprecating twist to one side of their mouth, both wry and regretful.]

[Well, that was a reaction. Chara straightens up, folding their hands inside their sleeves.]

Sans mentioned you. Not by name, obviously. By being here for months. The Barrier breaker.

[Frisk is getting unabashedly very examined.]

How did you do it?

[Did you use their soul, or something else?]

I didn't.

[Guess they've met Sans, then. Or one of the Sanses. Seems like it must be the one they know, though, since he seems to remember them breaking the barrier. Frisk glances away obliquely, uncomfortable under the too-scintillating, too-incisive stare of their not-counterpart.]

It was...Asriel. He did it.

[Like their mirror, they expect the name to mean something to them, though they wince as they say it, their eyes downcast.]

That's the second time I've heard that name today.

[They frown, breaking their gaze away and looking out towards the sea. It makes sense that the mirror Frisk might call for help from him, if that's the sort of thing he's capable of. It irritates them that both of them seem to expect them to know who he is, and their fingers curl in the fabric of their sweater a little. How much has history diverged?]

Who is he? Monster or human?

[They don't...know him? How do they not know him? They don't even known if he's a monster or a human? But he's - he's their brother. Asriel Dreemurr! Asriel and Chara, best friends forever -

Frisk gapes at them for a long moment in utter shock, jaw working as they try and fail to find something to say in response to that. But all that comes out, in a very small voice, is a whisper of:]

...you don't know him? At all?

[Once again Frisk unhelpfully fails to actually answer the question. Gee, thanks, Frisk. They clench their jaw, start picking at the already frayed sweater ends. It's their turn to avoid the way this Frisk is looking at them.]

Not by name. I admit, I have not paid much attention to the names of monsters.

[Mostly because they've a) been busy killing them and b) Frisk was more screaming in their mental ear or giving them deliberate misinformation than actually telling them those. Once more, they're keeping their tone deliberately neutral, to the point of flatness. They look back up.]

He must be rather powerful, if he did as you said.

[Something isn't adding up here.]

I'm just...I guess I...

[Suck in a breath and, and try again. They need to sort this out. Figure out what kind of world this Chara comes from if that name means nothing to them, if they don't even know who he is.

Their hands are wringing anxiously again, fingertips plucking at the stray threads of the bandages around their hands. Unwinding the careful bandage work they'd done after getting back from Sans's room.]

The, the Chara I know - the one who's been here with me - he's their brother. Their, well, their adopted brother, but that doesn't matter. They're family.

[They almost say "were," but that's not right. Dead or alive, soulless or otherwise, they are and always will be family. Siblings.]

They're family. And he...stuff with them went...it went very wrong. Very, very wrong.

[Oh.

Oh.

They think they know what's happening here. Sans mentioned reversed places, and they didn't want to believe it.

They still don't want to believe it, but the evidence is mounting up.]

I think.

I have never had siblings, but.

Frisk, the Frisk I am familiar with, they mentioned they had a brother. An adoptive brother.

[That last part wasn't said outright, but that's the only way a monster and a human could be family.]

...they never told me his name.

Your Frisk was -

[Wait. Hold on. Wait, wait. So there's -

There's worlds where things are different, this they've started to adjust to. Worlds where things aren't just subtly different, or cosmetically different, but radically different too. Worlds where instead of the Eighth Human, Frisk is...the Fallen Child. The Fallen Human. The first one.

They live with the Dreemurrs. They eat their pie and live in their house and are unable to tear away their hatred of humanity and something awful happens.

Would they do it? Would they carry out that same plan?

They're not sure. The possibility wrenches at something they don't want to look at.]

We switched places.

[They breathe the words at the ground in stunned realization, their breaths short and sharp.]

We switched? There's a universe where we - how. How? I was the first human...you were the eighth?

It appears so.

[It's said a little faintly. They're not enjoying this revelation either. They feel a flare of anger at the feeling this-Frisk expects them to be the expert on this, as well as a strange satisfaction.]

Don't ask me how. This goes beyond divergence.

[They don't know how long ago Frisk fell, but it was long enough for a horned statue to become pitted with age. Long before Chara was even born.]

You... they. Said they had no soul. There were six sets of shoes in the room at Toriel's. The fish mentioned six. I thought I was the seventh.

[They're missing a large amount of the picture, and while it didn't bother them too much before it frustrates them now. Two of the corners and a lot of sky.]

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Why...would they say that? I mean -

[They break off, brows knitting together sharply. They need to parse this. Chara...is clearly Chara. Their personality is largely intact, it's just that their position in the narrative has been shuffled. Switched around.

And Frisk. Them. This...other them, the thought that feels so foreign and wrong that it stirs a complicated mix of emotions that they hate and wish they could stamp down but don't.

What kind of circumstances would they have committed to?]

But they must have been the first human. I was the eighth, and you were the first. No one...I only figured out you were the first by the end, though. That you were the one who was helping me.

There was a brief confusion over ownership.

[Chara had thrown a bag of unreal chisps at Frisk's head over it. How those got in the Void, they don't know. Probably for the same reason both of them were wearing clothes.

It's said lightly, brushed past. They start chewing their thumb again, thinking.

The way Frisk says 'you' makes the world feel slightly less real, the edges shrinking in. Brush past that, too.]

They likely were. It fits what I know, at least, although I have to wonder what happened to their soul in that case.

[Chara's shatters, but that's always the prelude to going back.]

They call Toriel 'mom'. I knew they were a fallen child. I thought they were the first because of how old the statue was - I could have been wrong.

[The other option was that Frisk was a product of their mind, but they knew too many things that turned out to be true for that to be the case - unless the entire Underground is a dying hallucination. That's not a helpful thought right now.]

They really did switch with you, then.

[Their hand closes briefly over their chest, in the place where they know their SOUL is located. Warm and red and pulsing with life, 20 HP and not a drop more. LOVEless, but not loveless.

Their smile is melancholy, faint and laden with regret.]

The way it worked with me...me and my Chara, back home? When I first fell down the mountain, I - I landed on their grave. Chara's grave. And their determination, it...it sort of fused with mine. Gave it strength.

That's why I could SAVE, I think. Why my determination was so much greater than anything before it. Their SOUL and mine together, they...made it all stronger.

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mirror frisk so good at ruining frisk cr they do it into the future

that's their goal in life tbh

little bit of self harm

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