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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?
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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"Any...any other Frisk would've. There's lots of us." Unlike Napstablook, there's no conviction in the words whatsoever. They can't seem to look them in the eye.
Their breathing gets funny for a moment.
"I'm not...it's nothing like that."
SOFT BEAN
you're here, and you're you, and that's....
that's enough."
They look down at the floor too, continuing softly, their voice wavering a little.
"you don't need to be anything else... you're a frisk with a ukelele, a cool hat, a nice hoodie...
no other frisk is like that... maybe similar but not exactly...."
A long pause.
"....sorry, i talk too much...."
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They're just a Frisk who carries an instrument they didn't create, who wears a jacket that was a gift, a hat they didn't make, who makes promises and can't keep them, who says things they don't mean, who's just -
Who's never going to be the best one.
"It's okay." An automatic response. A reassurance for their sake, not Frisk's own. Because they're the one who needs the most help here. They're the one who, who needs this. They have to be. "It's...okay."
They're tired.
They're just
Really, really tired.
"But - if this is what I'm supposed to - to be, then why isn't it...enough?"
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They look up at the child with a sad smile.
"you're enough for me and everyone here who loves you.... but....
i don't know....
i don't know if it will ever be enough....
i wish i....i wish there was more comfort i could offer...
but i'm not enough for myself yet either ...
i....
i don't know if i ever will be.... i won't lie to you..."
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Not for the one person who can't be replicated, can't be made into something they're not, can't be transposed across timelines without losing anything. Not for the one person who they'd made plans with, plans to - to stop being the last threat to everyone's happiness, to create a world that was supposed to be their own.
Not for the one person that sees themself as expendable, all because of a stupid Halloween costume.
All because they made a stupid, stupid, stupid decision.
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"i can't speak for them, i guess...." they say soflty.
"i'm s-" they stop themselves. Empty apologies won't help here.
"do you... do you want to lie on the floor and feel like garbage with me? usually we'd eat first but..."
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Haven't been hungry in a long time.
But they can do one thing, and that's...a small thing. Maybe helpful for Napstablook. For their sake.
Yeah.
"Okay."
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"okay... follow my lead...."
Napstablook lays down on the floor, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"here we go.... when you want to get up, just move"
The words taste weird, like they've said this before
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They don't have anything else to say to that. There's nothing to offer; no grandiose, falsely meaningful adages to dispense upon a situation that's little more than a small, hopeless means of comfort for one of them. Or both.
One of them.
Just lie on the floor, and don't mind it.
They've never done this with them before, have they?
It's a new path. Or rather, it's an old one, tread across new ground. It took months for them to make up for lost time, but look at that: they finally did it.
Maybe this time, it'll actually mean something.