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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.]
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Maybe that's too morbid a thought to have? They're not sure what their objective reasoning there is worth. They think they might have contested a lot of what they're saying, stuff about there being a "bad half" of the anomaly. They're not sure there is one. They're pretty sure the anomaly is just one big lump.
They do know one thing, they're sure. The Mirror is wrong.]
No, it's not.
[Spoken without the barest tremor of inflection. It's a flat admission.]
There are lots of Frisks out there. All different. Some younger. Some smaller. Some monsters.
But they're all determined.
[And they're...not.
That hardly makes them a Frisk at all.]
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[...That's... not comforting. "Hey, cool, at least you still hate yourself!" Wow, they really are bad at this.
Chara. Bad at things. There's a plot twist, ha ha.]
* ...Frisk.
* There are a lot of Charas out there, too.
* And they're all determined, right?
* So... what does that make me?
[Surely that will point out the flaw in the logic, right? Either... ha, either that, or Frisk doesn't think they're a person at all either. Either one is fine, they guess. At least they'll match, or something.]
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[If they had a conscience that would protest to that, it's been all but drowned out. If they had any conceptualization of what the right thing to say here is, it's been stripped away. There's no thought to what to say, no compassion, no kindness. Green was never their color, was it?
No. Not really.]
You're not one either, I guess.
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Their heart sinks.
Ha ha, nah, no it doesn't! That's fine, isn't it? That's what the Frisk on this side thinks, too. That's what Chara thinks. That's what every Chara thinks. Not like it's a huge shock, ha ha. Didn't they always know, in the bottom of their heart, that what the real Frisk gave to them was just pity? Thin tolerance bred of a sense of obligation?
It's refreshing, in fact, that they're being honest. It means they trust Chara, if they're being honest. This is a good thing! They're happy about this. They are. It's progress. It's good. Frisk would never hurt them on purpose! Not unless they'd done something to deserve it.]
* Yeah, I agree. It's funny, how we just GET each other so well!
* We really are great friends. =)
* And that's what counts, right? No matter what you are, I'll still like you! I'll never doubt you.
* We're the only ones who can understand each other, right? The only ones who know what it's like to be nobody at all.
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[Spoken without enthusiasm, just like everything else they've said. Are they friends? They suppose they must be. That's one thing Frisk always is. Friends with everyone. Polite and earnest and friendly. So they should...be nice. They are being nice, aren't they?
It's hard to tell. There's no way of reading tone over writing, really. Or if there is, they've lost the means to do so.]
Nothing feels like anything.
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* If nothing else... you can observe for a while, right? You can think things over objectively, free of guilt or bias.
* Maybe that will make it easier to acknowledge how much my real has wronged you.
* And how much safer you are when they aren't around.
* You don't even miss them at all, after all. And if you did, well, you've got me!
* I'll always be here to keep you company.
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They want to lie down they think, maybe. Close their eyes for a little bit? Or maybe that's simply because there's nothing of substance for them to do besides shrug and respond to writing on a mirror. There's only things that occupy themself and things that don't, though right now this is something that...does, if only nominally.]
I guess I don't really care. Can't really care. Who's bad or good or guilty.
Doesn't matter.
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* Oh.
* Yeah, ha ha, I agree. You're so right!
* I'm not... boring you, am I? I can leave you alone if this is annoying you more than it's helping.
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[That's the automatic and polite thing to say, they know, because children are polite and quiet and they do as they are told. Don't make anyone do something they're not comfortable with. That's selfish. They might not be able to feel much of anything, but they think that maybe they've upset the Mirror?
It's hard to say.]
It's up to you.
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[They're never the one who makes decisions. They're not a Chara who - who steals away control from someone who would do something better with it!]
* I want to be with you for as long as I'm allowed to. I think you sort of stopped liking me after the last time we talked.
* Now you just keep the mirror smashed all the time.
* But not to guilt you or anything! I'm not manipulative like my Real is. If you want to be alone, you can be alone.
* I'm just saying that I like being with you.
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If you want. I don't prefer anything.
[They're just...incapable of it, they guess. Preference, choice - those are all things for people who have the resolve to determine their own fate.]
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* I won't overstay my welcome, then.
* But if you ever want anything, just call. I'll be there for you.
* Or I can go find someone else you'd rather have around, if you want.
* I'll do my best to help you through this.
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[They're not sure what they really mean by "this." It's not as if it's exactly all that difficult. It's just not very anything. You can't fill up something with nothing.
So that's all they'll be. Nothing.
But they remember their manners. Good children should always have manners.]
Thank you.