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entrancelogs2016-11-05 10:58 pm
determinedest) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-05 10:58 pm
black then white are all i see in my infancy [closed + open]
Who: Frisk and a few closed prompts + a few open ones!
Where: Alphys's lab, by the vendors, maybe more?
When: 11/01 - 11/08-ish (may be subject to change)
Rating: PG-13 for children in peril, suicide ideation, depressive mindset, and bad decisions
Summary: Shit happened. Someone give this cast an intervention.
The Story:
[A hot oil-slick of numbers running through their mind in a burning cacophony does not lend itself to anything but pain, bright and blazing. It cuts into their teeth and their tongue and the inside of their cheeks - or maybe that is simply them biting deep into the flesh in their mouth to taste the warm tang of it to remind themself that they are not simply numbers they are not simply numbers they are not simply numbers they are real.
It crests in a burgeoning wave. There is no tide there is no pattern there is no regularity there is no respite it simply is and it tears through them, every jerk and wrench of their body shuddering in its place like hot marks shearing them open.
They can taste blood.
Is it yours?
Or mine?
It does not matter.]
Where: Alphys's lab, by the vendors, maybe more?
When: 11/01 - 11/08-ish (may be subject to change)
Rating: PG-13 for children in peril, suicide ideation, depressive mindset, and bad decisions
Summary: Shit happened. Someone give this cast an intervention.
The Story:
[A hot oil-slick of numbers running through their mind in a burning cacophony does not lend itself to anything but pain, bright and blazing. It cuts into their teeth and their tongue and the inside of their cheeks - or maybe that is simply them biting deep into the flesh in their mouth to taste the warm tang of it to remind themself that they are not simply numbers they are not simply numbers they are not simply numbers they are real.
It crests in a burgeoning wave. There is no tide there is no pattern there is no regularity there is no respite it simply is and it tears through them, every jerk and wrench of their body shuddering in its place like hot marks shearing them open.
They can taste blood.
Is it yours?
Or mine?
It does not matter.]
here come dat blook
[they float upsoundlessly to the child. something doesn't feel right. something feels wrong]
hey..... hey fris k.....
oh shit
Their body skips. It jolts back a few paces, and then forwards again. A dark, black, gelatinous grin creeps across their face for an almost imperceptible second, and then they're gazing blankly at them again.
Then their mouth opens.]
06562: * Napstablook is wishing they& weren't here.
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[they back up a little. they've heard those words before, whispered into frisk's ear]
um.... are you.... what's going on?
can i....
can i help?
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[And they start to l͖ͧ͜a̖ͮ͞u̥̿ͭg̫̳ͭh̼͈̙.͊̇͝
Then they...aren't laughing anymore. Maybe they never were. It spurted out of them, a harsh pang of sound that's hastily muffled, a smile that twitches with a profound wrongness.]
No!
N̪̰͆o᷈͝ͅt̠᷄̀h̋᷾ͯi̯᷿̋n᷾̚͜▓ c̊᷄̌a̭̾ͪn̬͔᷅ S͕ͯ̋A̢̩͒V᷅͗ͦE̅᷾᷀ ░░oͥ̔́u͉ͧͣ nͭͣ͆ŏ̸̭w͊͑ͩ.̧̗̾
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um.... ok uh sorry i just.....
what happened?
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[They keep drifting back and back and back, like that will SAVE them. Nothing can. Nothing can. It's leached up into their head, coiled around the base of their skull and sunk into their spine.
Frisk's fingers creep up to their hair, sinking into a hank of it to yank at it, agonizing.]
N-no. That's not true. It wasn't...
It was a mistake. It was a mistake.
13134: * You might be mistaken for& a trash-can./%%
00012: fhuehfuehfuehfuheufhe/%
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uh.....
[What's going on? What's going on?]
you should rest, frisk.......
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[They take a step forward. They end up...behind Napstablook. Not just behind them, but standing several feet in the air, shoes planted firmly into the empty space as if it were solid ground.]
I'm s-s-s- s-s -s -s- -sΩ≖oԢry!
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it's ok.......
[The ghost blinks, their expression turning grave as they CHECK the child]
i... what happened?
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[A wide, maroon slit appears on their mouth, a crescent-shaped smile that disappears in the same instant it forms. They close their expression into blank nothingness again. Try to keep it locked down. Try harder, Frisk. You're not trying hard enough.]
It's okay, though.
It's okay.
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[they lower their voice, going a little incorporeal and hoping the kid doesn't notice]
frisk i just checked you and your hp is off the charts.....
and....and... your LV...
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They bow their head, smiling dully, vacantly, at the patch of empty ground beneath their feet.]
I guess I just got a little broken.
headcannons intensify
[They've only occasionally experienced glitches, and they've never seen it this bad]
try to.... take deep breaths...... think about where you should be.... sometimes it straightens itself out if you relax.....
i mean same lol
Ha ha. Ha. Yeah. Why didn't I think of that? Why didn't I just think of breathing it all away?
[Sarcasm, it turns out, does not suit them.]
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i-i don't know how to help.... what happened? maybe we can undo it.....
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[They turn away, and their smile shrinks, immediately contrite. They're making things worse. Inflaming things as they always do. Making Napstablook feel guilty.]
Please don't think about this anymore.
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do you want company? while you ride it out? i have some music.....
you don't have to be alone......
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Say no. Just say no. That will surely - it would be selfish to hold them accountable, to make them stay against their will.]
If you... [Ha ha, they're really just a terrible, greedy creature, aren't they?] Only if you want to.
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[they're already trying to decide what music to put on- would it be in bad taste to listen to a glitch hop album? probably.]
i wouldn't have offered.... well that's a lie, i might have offered if i didn't want to, but i really do want to....
[chiptunes? maybe chiptunes.]
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You can't kill a ghost. What are they going to do to them? Hah...can't do much, like this. Couldn't even do much like this back home, either.
They make a sound almost akin to a hiccup, or possibly a sob. Whatever it is, it sticks in their throat and makes them duck their head, almost in embarrassment.]
Okay.
[Selfish, selfish creature.
Always taking what you do not deserve.]
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okay um.... my place or yours?
i have no preference except where ever you're more comfortable....
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[Theirs is empty. They don't want to be there alone. Can't be there alone.]
You don't have to lead me. I'll find my way.
[Circumventing map values. Because...they can now. Whether it's a perk or a detriment is another question entirely.]
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i guess i'll just.....
go to my room... then....
i'll see you there?
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[They'll be there, they think. Or they'll try to be there. Who knows when or where they'll end up? None of this is easy to predict. None of it.
Their knuckles are white at their sides as they nod, and screw their eyes shut.]
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"...are you sure...?"
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