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

[determinedest]

[Oh. They said the wrong thing again, didn't they? That's...bad, probably. They'd wish they could feel bad, but wishing and wanting are simply too abstract for Frisk to approach either concept, even obliquely.

Instead, they shrug.]

If you want.

[sciencelizard]

[Augh. Gosh, this hurts.]

I mean, it's.. it's if y-you want, really, but uh, we could put some movies on, and... stuff.

[determinedest]

[If you want, says Alphys, apparently forgetting that "wants" just aren't in Frisk's wheelhouse right now. But if they don't say something, she might just grow increasingly distressed and indecisive, so - ]

Okay.

[sciencelizard]

[She is trying her hardest, okay. She just wants to make sure, when this is all over- if this is all over- they can look back on this and remember that everyone still cared about them. That they were never truly alone.]

Ok! I'll g-get, uh, some of the lighter Miyazaki stuff. Like Totoro! I'll be right back, o-okay?

[determinedest]

Okay.

[She's trying her hardest. It'd be nice to be able to care. Everything that's happened has made her upset, even more nervous than usual. But all they can do is observe with a dispassionate, lifeless gaze.

They watch her leave, and then stare at the door without seeing it.]