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entrancelogs2016-12-26 02:55 pm
determinedest) wrote in entrancelogs2016-12-26 02:55 pm
Entry tags:
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanford pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- legends of tomorrow: leonard snart,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- off: zacharie,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: napstablook,
- undertale: sans
standing on the edge of my broken dream, searching for some kind of peace [OPEN + CLOSED]
Who: Frisk, some closed starters, and then YOU
Where: By the Rabbit Hole and then in gay baby jail
When: 12/27 and onward
Rating: PG-13 and up for a suicide attempt
Summary: The world turns on and on without me. This I know well. And yet I wonder. Despite seeing the same places, the people are never in the same spot. The only thing that remains is ȟ᷾̚ö͎᷆w͒̽̎ I̟᷿᷃ f̸̴᷾ͧ̑᷾͘e̯̮͖̓᷾ͧ͊l͈̭̼̟᷅̕͞l͏̶͆ͭ͊͌ͅ.
Story:
Where: By the Rabbit Hole and then in gay baby jail
When: 12/27 and onward
Rating: PG-13 and up for a suicide attempt
Summary: The world turns on and on without me. This I know well. And yet I wonder. Despite seeing the same places, the people are never in the same spot. The only thing that remains is ȟ᷾̚ö͎᷆w͒̽̎ I̟᷿᷃ f̸̴᷾ͧ̑᷾͘e̯̮͖̓᷾ͧ͊l͈̭̼̟᷅̕͞l͏̶͆ͭ͊͌ͅ.
Story:
* Alphys might work faster.
* One day, he vanished without a trace.
* Ha Ha...how can I say so without fear?
* But the old Royal Scientist, Doctor ██▓░ █▓▓░▒▋?
* One day, he vanished without a trace.
* Ha Ha...how can I say so without fear?
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They look at the floor quietly for a long second.
"i mean... i don't know what LOVE feels like but i.....
i know.... the other feeling."
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They'd be wrong.
"Yeah," says Frisk, quietly. "I know."
Not wanting to feel anymore. Wanting to just...disappear. Then it occurs to them that, not so long ago - it couldn't have been very long ago, no. And they ask, without preamble or apology:
"Did you ever go through with it?"
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"no i.....m-mettaton....."
and that's all it takes, they burst into tears.
"mettaton couldn't stop me a-and he... he said he'd do it with me if i didn't stop and i... and i... i couldn't let him and i still want to but i'm scared of m-m-making him d-do it and i can't...."
Their voice quakes with emotion.
"i'm sorry i'm supposed to be h-helping but i c-can't even..."
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Frisk swallows and shuts their eyes and regrets asking.
"It's okay." The words are soft. They rise from the bed and step closer, slowly. "That's the only thing that's kept me here."
Intervention, and the voices of people who said they would follow.
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The ghost looks up at the human, still crying, eyes wide and slightly scared of how vulnerable they feel.
"i'm sorry i should have- i should have been there too. not just then but also wh-when your mirror-i... i'm sorry i, i'm making this about me and i...."
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"It's okay," they say quietly. Keep their voice pitched low and gentle. Comforting.
"I understand."
Of course they understand.
They were ready and willing to walk into the cauldron to Hell, weren't they?
gentle cw:depression talk
a a and i shouldn't be telling you this you have enough going on but i haven't talked to anyone about this since.... since i tried and i just.... it's my fault and i shouldn't want to be gone but i do, isn't that the .... the logical conclusion at this point?"
They're sobbing openly now. What is it about the human that makes it so easy to talk about their emotions?
"he hasn't.... even talked to me about it.... since it happened..... i can tell he's keeping an eye on me but we never really talk anymore and it's my fault for feeling this way...."
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Frisk reaches out gently with one hand to give the little ghost a tentative pat - assuming they can. They're not altogether sure how solid Napstablook has to be for this to work.
"Mettaton doesn't talk to people about things a lot," they say quietly. "He's really very bad at it. That's not your fault. You feel...like you're imposing if you bring it up. Right?"
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"He doesn't talk to a lot of people about anything. We stopped being friends, you know. Me and him." And they make it about themself again, don't they? Of course they do. They keep talking, the words dull and even, before they can allow that train of thought to steal them away. "It was easier. We just didn't have to say anything to each other."
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oh, that's sad...
i'm sorry..."
A long silence.
"i'm sorry i brought him up...."
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It matters very little, in the long run. It's impossible to avoid him, especially now. Things will have to progress to their natural end, like it or not. They'll continue. Over and over, we get up and we start the day anew.
"It's not just you. That's all I meant."
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They stare at the floor, body still tense and still on edge from crying.
"thank you... .for listenin g..."
They swallow down another apology.
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Is it all right? Well, in the end - it hardly matters if it's all right or not, for them. Napstablook isn't crying anymore, their distress somewhat abated, and that has to count for something. It'll make things easier on one of them.
It's the tiniest weight off of their SOUL. Not much, but - enough, maybe.
"I'm glad you talked to me. To...someone."
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They look at the floor, embarrassed.
"if you ever... want to talk...."
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It's cruel. It's cruel of them, they know.
...
"I would only weigh you down."
FFFFUCK YOU ZERO YOU FUCKING FUCKER FUCK!!!
"no...."
"no you wouldn't though....that's... that's not"
:)
"It's what I'm made for."
The host, the vessel. Carry the important SOUL from one point to the next. Carry things to their end.
They stay in the lines. It's what they're good at.
upset fern noises
"what do you mean?"
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It's not their story they were playing out, and never was. It was Asriel's, and the first child to fall. They were just the convenient means to an end. A striped shirt everyone could project onto, and see the worst thing possible.
They did their part beautifully.
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"you.... you don't have to be the angel. or the... like, the vassal of the angel...
i like you because you're... you."
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It emerges higher than it should - slightly pained, nervous, anxious, their fingers grasping at the threads of their sweater, pulling the material taut. Stretching and straining that which has already been picked at and unraveled enough, with hands that can't seem to figure out what to do with themselves.
"Who is...that person?"
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"...a pretty darn good ukelele player, to start with...."
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They can't even do that right.
"A-anyone could be that."
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Napstablook's voice stays soft but gains confidence.
"you recorded a version of the song that no one else could have created.... and you didn't do it for anyone else either.... it made you happy- i remember seeing that on your face....."
They float forward a little.
"with music... it doesn't matter if someone else could have done it...
what matters is you did....'
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SOFT BEAN
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