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

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

i.... i do.

[they're already trying to decide what music to put on- would it be in bad taste to listen to a glitch hop album? probably.]

i wouldn't have offered.... well that's a lie, i might have offered if i didn't want to, but i really do want to....

[chiptunes? maybe chiptunes.]

[determinedest]

[They sat there for Napstablook as they contemplated something, the sand and the horizon and the line where the water met the sky and they thought of something that must have been terrible.

You can't kill a ghost. What are they going to do to them? Hah...can't do much, like this. Couldn't even do much like this back home, either.

They make a sound almost akin to a hiccup, or possibly a sob. Whatever it is, it sticks in their throat and makes them duck their head, almost in embarrassment.]

Okay.

[Selfish, selfish creature.

Always taking what you do not deserve.]

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

[They see frisk's expression change, but they decide not to ask.]

okay um.... my place or yours?

i have no preference except where ever you're more comfortable....

[determinedest]

Yours.

[Theirs is empty. They don't want to be there alone. Can't be there alone.]

You don't have to lead me. I'll find my way.

[Circumventing map values. Because...they can now. Whether it's a perk or a detriment is another question entirely.]

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

alright....

i guess i'll just.....

go to my room... then....

i'll see you there?

[determinedest]

Yeah. I'll see you.

[They'll be there, they think. Or they'll try to be there. Who knows when or where they'll end up? None of this is easy to predict. None of it.

Their knuckles are white at their sides as they nod, and screw their eyes shut.]

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

The ghost watches them carefully.

"...are you sure...?"

[determinedest]

[They nod. They're too short of breath to say anything, but they can - they can nod. Can't flash a smile. Too tired for anything else. Turns out their body stretching itself out, overtaxing itself, is really exhausting.

Don't worry about them, Napstablook. They'll find you soon.]