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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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I can do that. But I can come back and talk to you later, too. You don't have to be alone the whole time.
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[An automatic answer that - doesn't really make much sense, when they think about it. It made more sense when they had Chara at their side, but they don't anymore. Never will anymore, ha ha.
The thought is like a shard of ice to their heart.]
I'm getting - checked up on.
[The words aren't quite a lie. People seem hesitant to leave them alone after seeing them taking failed tumbles from the rooftops of the mansion. Understandably.]
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Alright, alright. But don't hesitate to call if you need something, okay? Seriously. I've got nothin' better to do.
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That's not very funny. They glance up at her, hoping their relief doesn't show on their face.]
Thank you.
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[She smiles, as warmly as she can. Thinks about hugging them, but knows they've got issues with it and she's touched them enough today. So she waves a mock salute, two fingers from her forehead, and goes to find wherever Chara's hidden themselves away.]