[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vitaelamorte) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.)
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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?
no subject
[ 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]
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
-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......
no subject
[They loom over that pathetic, trembling thing, hands clasped behind their back. The damage to their HP is negligible, at this point. Not compared to this.
HP can be replenished. Food can be eaten.
But this sort of evisceration can take so very long to fix. And that's assuming it ever does.]
Crawl back to the hole you came from, little ghost. It's clear to everyone that you're not wanted here.
[Then, as if a switch as been flipped, Frisk cocks their head to one side and smiles, bladed and bright.]
Told you I didn't need to kill you to hurt you.
no subject
wh...why?
what do you.... get out of this?
....what do you want from me?
no subject
[They roll their shoulders in a shrug, smile flicking evenly across the features that are otherwise indistinguishable from their Real.]
But this ended up being...so much better.
no subject
[They go completely transparent, invisible, but they don't move, and their voice is just barely audible]
i.......
i'm sorry.....
[keep them talking.....
but they can't.
they take off as fast as they can towards the mansion, soft hiccuping sobs the only thing revealing their location.
they never should have left.]
no subject
Apology not accepted, Blooky. Apology never accepted.
[They turn neatly on their heel and start to make their leave, though they pause to toss their final words over their shoulder:]
Say hi to your cousin for me. You know, whenever you get around to caring about him again. Assuming you ever did.
[And then they're on their merry way, whistling a cheery tune as they exit the scene, stage right.]