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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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[Is this cowardice? They want it. They're begging for it, demanding it. They're suffering, in pain he can't even imagine. And he's refusing. Refusing because he doesn't want to. Because what he wants is more important. Is that it?]
[He won't even do this one thing. Is this cowardice?]
it does matter. it does, because you matter, frisk, you matter to all of us. you matter to me. i care about you, even if i'm bad at it.
[And against all his better judgment, he pulls them forward into a hug. A real one, holding desperately, no bones, no ribs to tear them to pieces.]
[If this is cowardice, then so be it. He's always been a coward.]
i'm sorry, kid. i won't do it. i'm sorry.
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He won't stop. He won't stop.
The oily blackness stops pouring from their mouth and their eyes. They can only look blankly skyward, cheeks wet with tears and whatever dark fluid remains.]
Come on, Sans.
[Do it. Pull the rug out from under them. It's what's coming. It's c'mere, pal, and a wide, ruthless grin. It's what they deserve.
Give it what it wants.
Please.]
We both know what your kind of MERCY looks like.
[And that's all it would be.
MERCY.]
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[It doesn't happen.]
[He makes himself a promise and keeps it, for once in his miserable life. No more. Not in this timeline. Not while he has a say. Not when there are other options.]
[He just holds onto them.]
not this time, kid. this time, it's real.
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The old doctor was lucky. He was lucky.
He got to achieve what Frisk isn't allowed to.]
I just can't und̄e̿r̖s̺ͧͅta̘ͨ̃nͪ͘͜d̽̉᷅
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i know you can't.
[He holds a little tighter.]
but you will. once this is over.
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Ha...
Maybe this is how Chara feels, all the time.
Maybe this is why Flowey just couldn't understand.
MERCY isn't the concept that's difficult to grasp here. They understand MERCY. They just don't understand when it's turned upon them, freely and without stipulations, when they've done nothing to deserve it.
Least of all from someone who once offered it, only to rip it cruelly away.
But they knew they deserved that too.]