black then white are all i see in my infancy [closed + open]

[determinedest]

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.]

Comments

[sciencelizard]

[She has the ability to pity both of you, you know. She's been doing it quietly for months. But she grits her teeth, thinks about how much she's forgotten, how much she wishes it would be good for someone else one day. That even they can turn her shortcomings into martyrdom where she could never be so useful.

So she exhales, mostly to steady herself.]

Okay. I'm gonna... g-go, and, uhm. Be safe, okay? Let Toriel know if you don't feel alright.

[She tries to smile, and it comes out more genuine then she thought.]

Thank you.

[And off she scurries, clutching the blueprints to her like a lifeline, off to her lab as fast as she can go.]