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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.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
* 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.
no subject
[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.