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entrancelogs2016-09-07 07:55 am
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2016-09-07 07:55 am
+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: FOREST PARTY +
Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Forest!
When: Sept 7th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Could it be that you (GASP!) don't want to be here? Do you maybe want to make like a tree and... leaf? Then how about you do the next best thing, and come to the woods to party! 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 7th, colourful ribbons will hang from several trees by the forest. Whoever follows their path will be guided deeper, right to the scene of a forest party.
Wooden benches, swings in all shapes and sizes, tree trunks, and other arrangements give plenty of opportunities to sit together. Tree houses and tents provide shelter, and come nightfall the festivities will light up for you.
Campfires provide additional light and warmth and a great place for ghost stories. Camping coolers store more than smores, and all around you nature twists and turns to give you room to dance to the music, to wander in the quiet, and to simply have a good time!
(...Are you the curiously perceptive, or the perceptively curious sort? If so, then you might also notice the small bird sitting on a branch nearby.)
Where: The Forest!
When: Sept 7th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Could it be that you (GASP!) don't want to be here? Do you maybe want to make like a tree and... leaf? Then how about you do the next best thing, and come to the woods to party! 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 7th, colourful ribbons will hang from several trees by the forest. Whoever follows their path will be guided deeper, right to the scene of a forest party.
Wooden benches, swings in all shapes and sizes, tree trunks, and other arrangements give plenty of opportunities to sit together. Tree houses and tents provide shelter, and come nightfall the festivities will light up for you.
Campfires provide additional light and warmth and a great place for ghost stories. Camping coolers store more than smores, and all around you nature twists and turns to give you room to dance to the music, to wander in the quiet, and to simply have a good time!
(...Are you the curiously perceptive, or the perceptively curious sort? If so, then you might also notice the small bird sitting on a branch nearby.)
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[first thought: oh god, is their mirror hurting someone?
second thought, louder, sharper than any other thought, drowning out all else:
They've seen that glint in the human's eyes before.
They immediately, reflexively, shift to be fully incorporeal, a shudder running through them.
But no. Frisk wouldn't. They must have imagined it, the tone, the look. It's not as if this would be the first time, just this flashback must just be particularly strong.
It's fine.]
um.... sorry what... what do you mean....
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
[They keep their expression warm and open, wearing Frisk's too-trusting little half-smile.]
Make sure they don't hurt anyone. My mirror hurts lots of people. I...I wish I could stop them. Wouldn't you want to do the same?
If you want the people you love to live...isn't that the responsible thing to do?
(° ͜ʖ °)
ok.
so this wasn't them imagining it.
maybe this is a coping mechanism? maybe they're scared?
napstablook starts shaking a little as they try to ignore the memories rushing through their mind.
maybe... maybe they can help...
they have to try.]
um the worst i've heard of my mirror doing is knocking over someone's sandcastle, Mx. Frisk....
i don't know about your mirror, but i'm sure you could stop them, ok?...
we can get everyone to a safe place....
you don't have to hurt anyone anymore, remember?
you don't.... you don't want to hurt anyone....
....remember?
[the ghost's voice is shuddering, but they can't think about that now. they have to be there. For frisk.
they can get them out of this, it's going to be okay.]
ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
[Their voice is very soft as their façade starts to slip away by increments. They draw nearer, deliberately imposing themselves upon the ghost's personal space as much as possible.]
Are you sure that I would never hurt anyone? Never?
I hurt you, didn't I? I hurt Mettaton. I hurt everyone you loved. I killed them. Turned them all to dust.
[They open a hand with the imagined sensation of dust sliding over skin.]
Did you really think I would change my tune?
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getting better is a choice that you, you have to keep making.
[They echo the words said to them, voice soft and warm, albeit wavering a tad]
every day.
(ง’̀-‘́)ง
That's the tripe they fed you? And you believed them?
Boy! And I thought Toriel was stupid for dropping her guard around them! At least she knows to be careful around them! You're not even trying!
[Their grin is long and crooked when they cock their head to one side.]
How do you kill a ghost, anyway?
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you're the mirror, i guess....
[they just have to make things awkward, don't they? even in conversations with their literal worst nightmare. Theyr'e scared but they can't just phase away, not like before. if they had stopped the children before, none of it would have happened. They can't do much while incorporeal but they can keep the human talking. They have to try. They have to protect their cousin this time, this time.]
...well, gee, I don't know, why don't you TRY?
[its the same tone of voice they used when they told the ghost in frisk's eyes that they were REAL funny. it sounds unnatural, disconnected.]
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[Why bother to hide it anymore? Their smile is a bright slash of teeth bisecting their face, lazy and dry and self-assured.]
Don't give me that. We both know it won't work. But I'm ever so curious. Your cousin was so worried about you. I mean, in between his bursts of egotistical bullhuey. The ghost loves to hear himself talk!
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............
.......................what did you do to him
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[The same words they parroted at Toriel to get her attention, which worked well enough. Nothing can trigger a FIGHT faster than threatening a loved one, huh!
That's why it's better, far better, to be so full of LOVE that no one an touch you. No one can exploit anything.]
Why? I would think you wouldn't care one way or another. I mean, he obviously doesn't care for you.
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you're..... you're......
[The ghosts eyes fill and then overflow with tears and they're sobbing, nearly doubled over.
Except.
Those aren't tears at all.
They're bullets.
They're heading directly towards the human, as fast as the ghost can muster.]
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[Ah.
Well.
This might as well be happening now. Tears streaking for them, and this is all so familiar, they're good enough at dodging that they can avoid the majority of the projectiles, even if some of them sting on contact.]
Hey, Napstablook! You wanna know a fun fact?
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[ keep them talking, keep them talking, don't run away, don't let them go Napstablook's body starts to shake a little with the sobs and their tears are weak but there's a lot of them, and they don't stop coming]
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Did you know Mettaton actually threw away the key to his house? When we showed it to him, he pretended it didn't even exist! Hilarious, huh?
i stfg you MEMER
oh.]
you're lying.....
[Mettaton wouldn't... wouldn't do that... he would need it to come back eventually, wouldn't he?
He was planning to come back, wasn't he?
wasn't he?
the tears get harder and faster]
memes.exe has been opened and refuses to close
[This is worse than when they encouraged Napstablook right up until the last moment, and then they dismissed that stupid tear hat and they'd lost a couple FIGHTs for their trouble.
A few more bullets hit their mark, but Frisk is nothing if not agile.]
here come dat blook
i didn't....
o shit waddup
Didn't even think of him, huh? Don't worry about it, Blooky.
The feeling, after all, has always been mutual.
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you don't..... you don't......
i didn't forget about him...
i was there..... and he doesn't.......
he
he loves me, even if he threw the key away, even if he was never coming back..... he still loves me!
why would he spend time with me here, why would he tell me otherwise if he didn't-
[ it's been sitting in the back of their mind, festering like a wound and suddenly it's the only thought in their head.
he's guilty. it's all out of guilt.
the ghost starts to shake. they always have to be such a burden, don't they? they always have to bring others back, weigh them down. for a being with such little corporeal substance they always turned into such a dead weight to anyone around them.]
you don't get to SAY that.
[The tears are back harder than before, but the ATK behind them starts to weaken]
cw gaslighting
[They're ducking the tears that come streaking at them like acid, not even bothering to attack - attacks, they know from experience, will be useless against a thing that can't be killed by conventional means.
Just like with Mettaton, however, they know easily enough how much more painful it can be to leave someone alive.]
If he loved you so much, how come he's ashamed to admit he knows you? "Sorry, Blooky. My dreams can't wait for anyone!" [they repeat in a shrill, mocking tone.] He didn't even do you the courtesy of a goodbye, or a pity-visit! You weren't even worth the bare minimum!
Do you have any idea how much something like you just weighed him down? Do you have any clue how grateful he must have been to be rid of you?
yeehaw
[they're doubled over, bullet tears shooting wildly, not even bothering to aim anymore.
Don't phase away. Keep them talking. Don't let them get away. They can feel their resolve start to shake, feel it waver. They can't let it happen again. They can't let them. Even if they're right about mettaton, even if, they still have to protect him and the others.]
....what do you even want, you know you can't kill me....
cw continues jesus christ
[They're laughing now, high and clear and cold.]
You don't have to kill someone to make them suffer. I'd think that you of all people would know that - your very existence was enough to make your poor, dear, sweet cousin ashamed of where he came from!
hoo boy, ,
[Oh, but they did. They made him promise. They knew he wasn't happy but they were so selfish they let him see that they were upset. They should have never asked him if he was going to become corporeal, they should have never let him promise.
It all is coming together now. It's their fault. of course he left of course he threw the key away, of course he wasn't coming back.
...were they really in that van with him in his version, like mettaton said? or did they guilt him into lying about that too?
keep them talking keep them talking, god, for once in your life do something that doesn't harm the people you care for.]
....you're just....
you're just JEALOUS because you don't have a FAMILY, frisk....
you will NEVER know what that's like, will you....?
[it pours out before they register what the words are saying, their voice stained with desperation and acidity yet not really sounding like a part of them.
....They shouldn't have said that.]
cw abandonment/abuse/neglect allusions
Of course I won't, silly. You think that very thought doesn't haunt the Real Frisk, every step of the way? You think they don't live their life consumed with guilt over what they've done, knowing they can never make things up to you or the countless of other people they've hurt with their arrogance?
[Their gaze sparks with a ferocious, savage delight, reveling in the apparent distress they're actively causing.]
Do you know why Frisk climbed that mountain, Blooky?
[Their voice is low, their eyes dark, the words sliding from their throat with a honeyed precision.]
Do you think any kid with a family climbs a mountain like that?
That is all you are to them. A replacement for something they never truly had.
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-can never make things up to you
it echoes though their head and they can't get it out. why is every relationship they hold dear based solely on guilt? why do they have this effect on people? they just make everyone around them pity them for no reason...
Would people still care about them if they didn't feel guilty looking at them?
No wonder everyone left. No wonder. ]
i'm sorry....
[it's too much, they're crumpling in on themself, the tears have stopped.
...keep them talking]
....i'm sorry......
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