Damian45
Only Sane Man
You are writing a story. We are just deciding the direction we go.
Canceled : Make My Life Hell (Worm X Undertale : SI)
- Thread starter Blitzkreug
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You are writing a story. We are just deciding the direction we go.
Pushing My Luck
Blitzkreug
I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
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- 'Muricah
My wish for a nap was broken by the loud and sudden bang of a door hitting against a wall, someone full of energy, that making me jump a bit. Followed by Amy's voice yelling into the house, "I'm home!"
The world promptly blinked to black for a moment before I found myself a foot to the side, and Frisk, back in her body, casually trotting towards the door. My ice was gone now, so it was just me holding my elbow now, same position but sans a body. With Amy somewhere inside the house now, and looking over to Chara by herself over there, arms crossed and shoulders hunched, seeming deep in thought, nose still bleeding, there wasn't anything for me to do now. Nor anything to ease the leftover pain that was at least a lot better than it was before. So I just went back to resting against the fridge, which turned into our little barrier of a prison after a few steps more from Frisk.
The pain was something I actually was thankful for, it screwing my thoughts over enough I didn't have to worry too much about thinking about the things I didn't want to think of. I let the mindless murmur of whatever Frisk was talking about with Amy serve as my background noise, nothing important coming to my mind for a while, just some talk about school and how Frisk was. Mindless drivel, not sure if that was the proper word, but eh. Who cares. I don't now.
It kept like that for a good while before something did attract my attention, that being Amy asking, "Why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" Frisk shrugged in response as I opened an eye, making Amy pout. I noted she was wearing some shirt with a, I guess was a hero on it, with a blue skirt. Wonder who the hell was on her shirt with long brown hair and some ravenish visor. "Do you not like the clothes we got?"
"They're good clothes." Frisk reassured her.
Amy's pout lessened but was still there. "You're still not wearing them though, why?"
Again Frisk shrugged, this time accompanying it with a "No reason."
Amy took Frisk's hand and started dragging her away. "Come on, daddy says you should change every day." Frisk just with the usual smile, not complaining or arguing. Humming a minor thought to myself I glanced over to Chara, in the same position as before, not seeming to care. Making me think that Chara was more or less the backbone of the duo, making sense with the interactions so far and how me and my ole co-writer talked about things. So when Chara wasn't much in a position to argue for Frisk, there was no real challenge to make Frisk do something.
Something to note for later, which would be a lot more useful if I could tell someone else that since Chara was of the firm opinion nobody was in the body but Frisk, including her. As is, sadly no real way to take advantage of that. Amy dragged Frisk back to the room as I finished thinking that thought and started digging through Frisk's new clothes to find something. Before with a small, "Aha." Pulled out some other purple and pink striped shirt and pants. Did not remember those. Though I was passed out at the time, so meh.
Frisk took the clothes, but did nothing else while looking at Amy. Amy just held her hands together and bounced slightly, boundless energy in a child. Fun and annoying at the same time that energy was. Their impromptu staring contest lasted for about five seconds before Amy cocked her head and said, "Well?"
In response, Frisk shifted the clothes to one hand before pointing at her with one, and then pointed at the door. Amy followed the finger with her eyes before seeming to understand and nodded, "Let me know when you're done then." And skipped out the room.
Energetic kid. Really it seemed. Another glance to Chara over there in her corner, now sitting down but still seeming to be deep in thought. Still, nothing to do. I shut my eyes and went back to leaning against the barrier, shifting my knee so I could rest my elbow on it without moving it around too much and went back to the non-thinking I was doing. An ache pulsing in beat with each bump of the heart to keep the mind clear.
"Changing." Frisk said in my general direction, I guess warning me that they were about to change. I just nodded, already not looking or paying attention, nor wanting to get up and move. Hell, the barrier had me in the room right now so where move to? Humming and sitting was fine enough for me now.
After a short while, she announced "Done." I nodded again, not caring to look as Frisk opened the door again and Amy started pattering on about how it looked good on her, despite being the same kind of clothes. Good background noise.
A while passed, I'm not sure how long, but it was a while as my butt had become numbish. And that is from someone who sits on his ass for hours a day in the same spot. Sure I wasn't on a couch and instead on some floor as the kids played, it still meant it'd been a while. Shifting in my spot I winced as I jostled the elbow wrong, but I didn't much complain about it. As I opened my eyes though to see Amy and Frisk playing in Amy's toy room again, I noticed Chara in the same spot as earlier. Weird, most of the time she was hovering by Frisk now or something, but hell even then she was normally splayed out, not kind of balled up as she was now. Well not balled.
She was just sitting down now, knees just situated up so she could rest her elbows on them, hands clasped in front of her and eyebrows furrowed in thought. How long has she been thinking over there? A fuck long time that's what. And this was after the whole fiasco earlier too… mmm not exactly the best thing to do. Grunting I pushed myself up and off the ground, holding the elbow still and begun to walk over to her. As far as I could tell she didn't notice me, but I felt that in of itself meant she just wasn't acknowledging me.
Either way I sat down beside her, a few feet of space though. "What'cha thinking about?"She grumbled something unintelligible in response. I frowned and scratched my ear. "I'm sorry, kind of damaged my ears so can ya speak up a lil'?"
She grumbled again, this time intelligibly "Why don't you hate me."
I frowned and shifted a little. "I've only ever hated two people in my life, one for reasons I don't even remember, and the other because he went out of his way to annoy the hell out of me. So not really much reason to say I hate you." I mean sure I don't particularly like her that much, but I liked her more than dislike I suppose.
She rolled her eyes while letting out a small laugh. "Ha. There's plenty of reasons to hate me, and people are always finding more. Like how I've treated you so far. Threatened you, beaten you, mocked you till you lost it, and I didn't even realize I was doing it at the time."
I hummed noncommittally, trying to think of how to respond to that. Drumming my fingers I said to that after a few moments. "Well, first I can't help but feel as if that isn't the first time you've…" Not sparred but I didn't want to call it playing cause it insulted me a little. Ah fuck it I can live with insulting myself a little. "Play-fought or whatever you want to call it, am I wrong?"
"No, I used to do it with Asriel all the time." She answered.
"And did you talk like that all the time with Asriel?" I asked, fingers stopping with their beating.
"Yeah?" She asked, sounding curious about where I was going with this.
"So if I didn't tell you that I had a problem with people talking like that, why wouldn't you have talked like that?" I asked raising a brow.
"I should have realized when you didn't play along."
I shrugged. "It's easier to realize something after the fact, the benefit of…" I trailed off for a moment, the word escaping me. "Uhh. Hindsight, yeah."
"Even then, that was just one thing I did. I always seem to find way to screw stuff up." She insisted.
"It's easier for me to argue one thing at a time, otherwise I lose my thoughts." I said clarifying. "Now as for threatening me, isn't that when I still thought everything was a dream and was overall annoying as hell?"
She shook her head saying, "That's no excuse for doing it. Frisk just took your behavior in stride."
"Everyone has different limits for what they can handle. Some people freak out if you say something racist, me and others laugh. Frisk is the most mellow person I've met personally, so why not take me in stride." I said shrugging. "Besides we're in a stressful kind of time, you guys being abducted from your happy ending, so of course you didn't react well."
"Frisk's happy ending." Chara mumbled.
I frowned not sure how to respond to that really because she wasn't exactly wrong with her thing about letting Frisk being the only one in body. "Well when we get you two back home let's see how true that is." A moment or two passed and I decided to move on, because I couldn't talk too much about home without fucking up I imagine. Would like to see if I can get Frisk for a second to fix that nose, was making me cringe a little inside. "And for the beating thing, I either laughed at you at first or as we've covered, it's a reflex."
"So someone laughing at me is an excuse to beat them up?" She asked rhetorically.
"No, but tell me what ways of de-stressing do you have available to you?" Several moments passed silently, her just shifting her weight side to side. "Any?" I asked with a frown, not sure if she wasn't answering cause I might be annoying or because she didn't have any ways of destressing.
"Eating chocolate." She offered weakly.
I sighed at that answer, that being a horrible answer for her mentality. "First then, have you had any time to destress from all the stuff you had to deal with in the Underground before I pushed your button by laughing at you?"
"No." She quietly admitted.
"So there's why it's understandable you did beat me." ...Fucking hell never thought I'd tell someone it was okay they beat the shit out of me. "Okay?" She nodded "Good, anything I missed?" She didn't say anything in response.
I just sighed again and leaned back against the barrier, humming for a minute or two silently. After a while, Chara said "Thank you."
"Mmm?" I hummed looking back towards her, no longer hunched over and seeming more at ease now… how does one be at ease with a bloody nose. "What for?"
She grumbled some before saying "You know."
I chuckled slightly with a small smile. "Just like the recognition. Anyways feel better then I hope?"
She sighed, and said, "Yeah."
I hummed a little to that, I suppose a minute or so before I decided to press on maybe a bit too much. "Well now that's taken care of, how about we find you another way to destress?" I asked.
"Like what?" She asked, turning her head to face me. Still with the bloody nose. I am still not used to this after like what? An hour of her with it?
"Well first let me clear it up with you not taking the body for anything short of an emergency right?"
"I sometimes do stuff when no-one else is around. Like eat chocolate." She pointed out.
I chuckled a little. "As you've said. Anyways reason I ask is because most ways of destress I know of are physical. Like some people garden, others bicycle, some even take drives. Me I take walks, listen to my music or sometimes go out back for a drink." Loved relaxing out on the patio with a root beer. "So assuming since most of the time there's people…" I hummed bobbing my head back and forth. "Some people like to spar but I don't know how much destress you'd get from a subpar partner like me." Like seriously, me going all out didn't even get me close to an actual hit and thinking back on it when she asked if I was tired... I think she was being a hundred percent serious, it would explain how I finally landed that hit.
"Well…" She began but seemed nervous about continuing. When I looked questioningly at her, she continued, "It was kinda fun till the end."
I raised a brow. "Well there's that I suppose." If she had fun I guess it works then. "Do need something else besides just the one. So… some people vent to destress." I glanced to her and asked, "You know what I mean by vent right?" She shook her head to which I shrugged. "I suppose you wouldn't of. Anyways venting is where you complain or voice concerns about something no matter how petty or small it may seem to you. Normally people do it anonymously or with friends and I don't know if that's your thing so…" I looked at her again, letting it speak for itself there.
She rubbed her shoulder some, before answering, "Most things are stuff I just need to learn to be ok with."
I shook my head. "It's not whether or not your complaints are right or wrong, it's to voice them, help clear it up. I've talked to a therapist before and vented and it helped." I stated. "Not as much as my walks did, but they helped a bit. And I've had to deal with a lot less stuff than you guys, so I imagine it'd help you more than it ever did for me." I said shrugging and leaning forward a bit.
She nodded, and was quiet for a few seconds before saying "How about you?"
"Eh?" I asked. "Already told you how I destress."
"But you can't exactly take a walk, stuck in this fifteen foot bubble, and we don't exactly have much music. Do you want to vent?"
I twitched a little at the reminder of this situation and said maybe a touch too quickly, "I'm fine."
"You're in the same situation as me." She pointed out.
I frowned and stated, "I'm fine." I mean sure I want to complain, do something besides sit on my ass now, but to complain to two kiddos dealing with whatever problems I have times a thousand? Made me feel like somebody that just stubbed his toe complaining to somebody in a wheelchair, and I'm not that kind of fucking guy. I'm not.
"You said venting is a good way to destress. And I did break your arm." She pointed out.
I shook my head. "It's a good way when you're in the mood for it. I'm not." I don't feel comfortable complaining to children that aren't even half my fucking age, about something that's been their fucking life problem for a while.
She nodded. "Well when you want to, we are always here." Another reminder of our situation. Another twitch as I realize that sounds like it's going to be my only option for destressing unless I feel like pacing fifteen feet.
Shaking my head I focused back on her. "How about you?"
She shook her head in return. "Not right now."
Drumming my fingers I said, "Okay so some more sparring and venting when you feel like it."
"Or when you do." She interjected.
Please fucking stop reminding me, I'm perfectly fine ignoring this all, I thought with another twitch. "Yeah. So uh would you call my story-telling a destresser?"
"It was pretty alright." She allowed.
I bobbed my head again. "So I suppose somewhat." I hummed a bit more before sighing. "That's all I can think of now."
"We'll have to make do, like usual." She replied.
Grinding my teeth a little I looked over the two kids playing before forcefully humming again. "So what do you do to pass the time?"
"When people are around, watch Frisk, sometimes narrate their actions."
"Mmm." Not something I care for. "How about any games you know of?" Come on, a kid should know some games.
"Pretend." She offered shrugging.
I sighed again, because damn it I needed something to do besides just stare aimlessly with my elbow aching like it was. A minute passed of silence with me just drumming my fingers on my knee before I asked, "Mind if I ask about the family?" Could be a touchy subject but it's literally the only thing I can think of doing beyond sitting in quiet.
"Not inherently." She answered.
"Okay well what was Toriel like?" I asked, relaxing slightly. "I mean she seemed a good parent from what I saw, but what or who was she really?"
She laid down and put her hands behind her head before answering "She was the best. Kind, understanding, smart, great at puns."
I nodded and shut my eyes to lean against the wall. "What'd she do when she first met ya?"
"Gave me a slice of her famous Butts Pie." She said with a smile.
I paused for a second and asked, "What is pie like anyways?"
"You never had pie?" She asked sounding confused.
I shook my head while keeping my eyes closed. "Nuh-uh. Never so much as touched pie."
"Well that's a thing to do later."
I hummed an okay to that. "And I dare to ask how was Asriel?" Maybe a bit too far of a question.
"A snot-nosed cry baby, and the best friend I could have had." She easily answered.
"A cry-baby? Really?" I asked chuckling.
"Yeah, he'd begin to tear up about the smallest of things. Like once I splashed mud on his new sweater. I miss him."
I frowned a little but nodded. "Family's a good thing to fight for."
She asked, "But to what extent."
"Any." I stated.
"So it would be alright to start a genocidal war in order to free monster kind?" She asked grimly.
I opened an eye to see Chara on her stomach staring at me. I frowned at her before shutting the eye. "I'm not answering a loaded question."
"So there must be an extent which one should not go." She concluded on her own.
I just hummed noncommittally to myself. I knew what I was capable and not capable of quite perfectly. Not saying something like that around them though, like I had said, it's a loaded as fuck question. Death was just a natural thing after all. "And Asgore?"
"Loveable idiot."
"How's he an idiot?"
"Can you believe that his very first words to me, while I was cowering from him, was 'Would you like a cup of tea?'"
I raised my brows thinking of that. Her hiding and a giant-as fuck towering goat man with horns and flowing cape just calmly offering that. Smiling I said, "Heh. Was it good tea?"
"Acquired taste."
...I am eerily reminded of something here. Enough to make me uncomfortable. "Anybody else of real note you met back then?"
"Old Man Gerson, The Royal Scientist, Biscuits the Captain of the Royal Guard, Bookz the Librarian, lots of people."
I cracked open an eye again to see she was back on her back again. "Which Royal Scientist?"
She hummed in thought. "Can't recall his name. He sometimes taught Azzy and I when Toriel was busy with something else."
Hmm. "Gaster sound familiar?"
She shivered slightly. "Time to time, Frisk and I found some ghosts in the Underground, talking about him. Not ghosts like you and I--"
"Just monochrome and colorless, one of monster kid, one of some clam guy, another of a person who held his head in his hand and I'm positive there's a fourth I don't remember. You ever actually see him? A black figure with just two hands and a face with what looked like a crack coming from the eye?" I asked the other eye opening now to watch her.
"Yeah, found him in a room that doesn't exist."
I hummed again. "Wonder how many of those rooms you've been in… anyways reason I asked is cause of how time fuckery you two are it seemed as if you might remember Gaster from before he erased himself."
She hummed again in thought. "Maybe."
I shrugged and shut my eyes. "Ever find a room of blood?" Highly doubt this one.
"Monsters don't have blood."
I shook my head. "Nah some room in the files, nothing to do with the Monsters. S'just wondering how many rooms and what types you seen down there, what with you seeing Gaster."
"Did you see us go into the room? Thought you knew all what happened." She asked.
"I and others can hack into the game files and put you anywhere. Doesn't mean you're physically able to go there, those rooms were just scraps that were left in there for as of yet unknown reasons." I said shrugging again. "Once ya start hacking, you can't exactly say it's happened in the story."
"Well that's it then. You went outside of the story."
"For a while, you had to go outside of the story to find Gaster." I yawned. "Digressing though. Where were we? Ah right how people were, s'what was Gerson like? Typical old person with fun stories?"
"Yep." I hummed again, so much humming today. I felt as if the others were obvious or not as prone to talk about, so I thought about something else to ask, not coming to anything before Chara asked, "How about your family?"
Eh, what? I opened an eye once more to peek at her, still on her back watching the ceiling. I briefly glanced up to ensure there was nothing. "Immediate or extended?" I knew somewhat about my extended family, just too many to remember.
She shrugged. "Up to you."
I thought about it for a moment. "Uh why not. Mother's your typical no-nonsense person who does everything she can to help me and others. My old man is just that. Grandmother is a Christmas nut." I paused and looked to her, thinking for a moment. "What's your Christmases like?"
"Extended family came over, told to not be a nuisance, lots of food." She summarized.
"Well my Grandmother on my mum's side hosted a party every year, four hundred Christmas trees all over the house, had all her friends and stuff over. Half of her year every year was spent putting those trees up and taking them down. Finally got her to stop hosting the party, every jackass that came would always complain about the free food and drinks we gave'em." I said a bit nostalgically. Always made money, had good food and some fun from those parties. Benefit of a rich English side of the family.
"Mine didn't do a lot of decorating. Just a tree and a few lights."
"Eh maybe I can show you a few things then, I've helped with enough of the bloody trees." I said, thinking on the other members of the family for a second, before continuing. "Grandfather in law on the mum's side is a handyman who is too fit for his age and build. Then got the actual Grandfather who owns a farm up in New York with another Grandmother in law." Again I paused then continued. "Lot of cousins up by the farm, I don't know any of them, just there's like ten or twenty. All the mother's side." I sighed. "Then like a hundred cousins by the border that I don't know by name on the father's side. I have a lot of inane stories to tell people thanks to them though." The benefit of a mexican father.
The moments passed by in silence as she seemed fine with my answer, not really reacting in any way, so I thought back to what I was thinking, before asking. "What're your dreams?"
"We talked about them already." Was her rather flat reply.
Did we? We talked about dreamcatchers but I don't remember anything about what somebody went for later in life. "I uh don't remember us talking about things beyond a dreamcatcher which isn't what I meant? Or am I just having bad memory again?" Pretty sure we didn't.
"Sleep, Dreams, Nightmares. We talked about it already."
Shutting my eye once more I shook my head. "No not literal dreams, more like some kids dream of going to Disneyland, I liked going to Medieval Times, some wanna be pilots, those things." I said clarifying.
"Ah." She shrugged. "Don't have any."
"None at all?" I paused and much to my distaste I added, "We are going to be here a while."
"And there's not much we can do here."
"I meant long run." I clarified, sliding down against the wall until I was on the floor.
"I did too. It's Frisks life, we don't have any right to infringe." Oh that just made me grind my teeth there because fuck that, but I can't tell her fuck that without stepping on her ideas of what's right and wrong and it's too close and too soon to tell her to fuck that. "Helpful in the short term perhaps, but still shouldn't be here."
I stopped my teeth grinding to open an eye, seeing her just still staring at the ceiling with that nose of hers. It seemed to have stopped running sometime ago, the blood just starting to crust and dry. Frisk swear to god if we don't go to another room soon. "I don't follow."
She turned her head to look at me "How does it help a person live a peaceful every-day life to have two ghosts stuck in their head, bringing their problems down on them? We shouldn't be here. I should be dead, and you should be wherever."
I could feel the eye twitching again, this time not stopping so I held it down with a finger. Normally happened when I've been jumpscared by something, or really not liking something. Honestly surprised I've just been twitching this much. "Considering this isn't a peaceful world and never has been, along with what I can figure about Frisk with fighting, a peaceful life isn't what's going to happen ever. Doubt Frisk would exactly be alive just by herself anyways." I stated, drumming fingers on the eyelid. Not sure if it's twitching now or blinking.
"I said helpful in the short term, I know I helped them out in the Underground, and we got the Endbringers and Scion to deal with, but we'll eventually win. And after that, why couldn't Frisk live a peaceful life?"
I sat myself up so I was propped on an elbow and somewhat above her, her eyes following me for a moment. "The hell is wrong with you, short-term help is long-term help." I stated, letting my fingers drop from my eyelid now, happy it wasn't twitching as much now.
"Not when the problem changes. We aren't going to magically poof away once everything is said and done."
Mmmm fucking angstier than a sanic OC. "No but I'm saying that there wouldn't be a long term at all or even as happy," I said happy in somewhat of a funny way, funny how I couldn't quite place though. Not sarcastic, note tired, just… funny. "As it will be if it weren't for one ghost here." I finished sitting up again and leaning forward somewhat.
"Frisk could have handled it. They are an angel. Might have took a dozen more tries, but they could have. And now there's nothing I know or can do that Frisk doesn't, I don't really serve much a role anymore." She argued.
Hahaha. I drummed my fingers trying to think of exactly what to say without telling her she's a fucking idiot, quickly picking up pace until I smacked my hand against the floor. A bite of the tongue to make sure I didn't call her a fucking idiot and I said, "That statement." I paused again. "Is completely off-base."
"How so?" She questioned
I was going to need ghost braces at the rate I'm grinding my teeth together. "You two have been through things that would have broken most people, but you both had each other to rely on." I stopped because I was having a hard time phrasing it all in my mind let alone out loud. "Anytime thing's would have gotten hopeless for you two, there." Stop. "was a shoulder to cry on. Every time you died, there was somebody who understood your pain." Stop. "Anytime it was another obstacle standing in the way there was an ally by your side. Am I wrong in saying these things?" It would help if my voice was calm but it was irritated if I had to put a tone to it.
Except instead of Chara responding, it was Amy who asked in a confused and worried tone "Frisk?"
Oh fuck me, I turned to look what was wrong this time and saw Frisk kneeling there, arms limp and head bent in thought. She was unresponsive for a moment before she suddenly said "Bathroom," and suddenly stood up and walked out of the room, pulling me and Chara with, via the barrier. I am so fucking confused and worried right fucking now because this is not god damn normal and I am touching something serious here right now. Needless to say I just sat in confusion as to what's going on here, heart maybe pounding a bit more than it had a right to.
As soon as we were pulled out of the room, she about-faced and walked towards Chara, who stood up and promptly wrapped Chara in a hug. "I do need you. Couldn't go on without you." She said into her shoulder.
"F-Frisk." Chara said in surprise, face coloring before she returned the hug, some tears leaking from her eyes.
I meanwhile let out a shaky breath, because no I did not in fact, fuck up and push a wrong button. I pushed a right button. I think. I don't know, it just looks happy right now so I'm going to assume a good button push and fucking leave it at that, because it could have just as easily gone the wrong way. Probably easier to be honest. So while I made sure my heart knew that I was in the clear and did a good thing here, I let them have their moment, tearful hug. It took me a moment to realize there was no broken nose anymore… the fuck? What happened to the auto healing from the body kind of bullshit? I shook my head and dismissed the thought, because nothing makes sense currently, and just focused on the fact I did good.
They hugged for a while longer, before separating to arms length. "I'm sorry Frisk." Chara said wiping away some tears.
Frisk shook her head and gently took her sleeve and dabbed away the rest of Chara's tears for her. "Don't be. You're wanted."
Chara chuckled. "Heh heh, you are really an angel, Frisk." They stood like that for a moment more, before separating fully. Frisk wiped away her own tears, put on their usual smiley face, and turned towards and re-entered Amy's room, bringing us along.
I watched the whole thing as quietly as I would read a book…. that is a horrible analogy. But it works. Regardless of shit analogies, just did a good thing here and it was something I could be happy of. Still didn't stop me from watching Chara's face a bit more than I normally would. Because one minute ago, bloody eyesore of a nose, now a perfectly fine nose. I like to have some semblance of sense even if it's a good nonsense. Didn't pay much attention to the playing between Amy and Frisk, but rather the nose. Like it was a puzzle. Which it was. But not.
"Astounded by the fact that I can cry?" Chara teased at me.
I blinked to realize she was looking at me with a small smile. I was staring at her nose but didn't notice she turned to look at me now. I just shook my head and tapped my nose, not bothering to say what I meant.
She sighed at me, though didn't lose her relaxed smile. "Even though we share a soul, I can't read your mind, nor do I know sign language."
A finger still resting on my nose I elaborated. "I'm merely pointing to a nose that was broken no less than a minute ago and the fact it's completely fine now." Again I tapped my nose for emphasis.
She brought her hand up to her own nose going "Huh." After a moment she dropped it and shrugged "Oh well."
"So. Yeah. Just trying to figure how it's all gone." I stated, before shaking my head and sitting back against the wall again. "So doing better?" She nodded in response. "Alright, well uh poke me when something important's happened. Feel as if I'd be pushing my luck by talking more right now." I said shutting my eyes resting my head on my knees.
Then I went to thinking on things. Like where my mother was currently and I'm just here, wherever here was. Insanity? Maybe. Dream? Too lucid and able to feel things far too well. Schizo? Not enough stress in my life to try and I like to think I had been more stable than that. Reality? Maybe. Multiverse bullshit, magic and all that. Still hard to believe or wrap my head around fully. Regardless I'm not home beside family now, just wherever here was. Stress would not help someone about to go into a life threatening surgery and that's the important thing here.
I couldn't figure out a way home until I figured out what this was. Maybe meditation would help if my mind broke. Finding Doormaker would be for it being reality. Waking up is for dreams. Everything needed different things as solutions. And I don't know where to start for anything. So I'm just thinking now, just wondering to myself how I would get home.
[] Marquis would never come home this night.
[] After a while, Marquis came stumbling in, injured.
[] After a while, Marquis came home and asked what Amy and Frisk wanted for Dinner.
The world promptly blinked to black for a moment before I found myself a foot to the side, and Frisk, back in her body, casually trotting towards the door. My ice was gone now, so it was just me holding my elbow now, same position but sans a body. With Amy somewhere inside the house now, and looking over to Chara by herself over there, arms crossed and shoulders hunched, seeming deep in thought, nose still bleeding, there wasn't anything for me to do now. Nor anything to ease the leftover pain that was at least a lot better than it was before. So I just went back to resting against the fridge, which turned into our little barrier of a prison after a few steps more from Frisk.
The pain was something I actually was thankful for, it screwing my thoughts over enough I didn't have to worry too much about thinking about the things I didn't want to think of. I let the mindless murmur of whatever Frisk was talking about with Amy serve as my background noise, nothing important coming to my mind for a while, just some talk about school and how Frisk was. Mindless drivel, not sure if that was the proper word, but eh. Who cares. I don't now.
It kept like that for a good while before something did attract my attention, that being Amy asking, "Why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" Frisk shrugged in response as I opened an eye, making Amy pout. I noted she was wearing some shirt with a, I guess was a hero on it, with a blue skirt. Wonder who the hell was on her shirt with long brown hair and some ravenish visor. "Do you not like the clothes we got?"
"They're good clothes." Frisk reassured her.
Amy's pout lessened but was still there. "You're still not wearing them though, why?"
Again Frisk shrugged, this time accompanying it with a "No reason."
Amy took Frisk's hand and started dragging her away. "Come on, daddy says you should change every day." Frisk just with the usual smile, not complaining or arguing. Humming a minor thought to myself I glanced over to Chara, in the same position as before, not seeming to care. Making me think that Chara was more or less the backbone of the duo, making sense with the interactions so far and how me and my ole co-writer talked about things. So when Chara wasn't much in a position to argue for Frisk, there was no real challenge to make Frisk do something.
Something to note for later, which would be a lot more useful if I could tell someone else that since Chara was of the firm opinion nobody was in the body but Frisk, including her. As is, sadly no real way to take advantage of that. Amy dragged Frisk back to the room as I finished thinking that thought and started digging through Frisk's new clothes to find something. Before with a small, "Aha." Pulled out some other purple and pink striped shirt and pants. Did not remember those. Though I was passed out at the time, so meh.
Frisk took the clothes, but did nothing else while looking at Amy. Amy just held her hands together and bounced slightly, boundless energy in a child. Fun and annoying at the same time that energy was. Their impromptu staring contest lasted for about five seconds before Amy cocked her head and said, "Well?"
In response, Frisk shifted the clothes to one hand before pointing at her with one, and then pointed at the door. Amy followed the finger with her eyes before seeming to understand and nodded, "Let me know when you're done then." And skipped out the room.
Energetic kid. Really it seemed. Another glance to Chara over there in her corner, now sitting down but still seeming to be deep in thought. Still, nothing to do. I shut my eyes and went back to leaning against the barrier, shifting my knee so I could rest my elbow on it without moving it around too much and went back to the non-thinking I was doing. An ache pulsing in beat with each bump of the heart to keep the mind clear.
"Changing." Frisk said in my general direction, I guess warning me that they were about to change. I just nodded, already not looking or paying attention, nor wanting to get up and move. Hell, the barrier had me in the room right now so where move to? Humming and sitting was fine enough for me now.
After a short while, she announced "Done." I nodded again, not caring to look as Frisk opened the door again and Amy started pattering on about how it looked good on her, despite being the same kind of clothes. Good background noise.
A while passed, I'm not sure how long, but it was a while as my butt had become numbish. And that is from someone who sits on his ass for hours a day in the same spot. Sure I wasn't on a couch and instead on some floor as the kids played, it still meant it'd been a while. Shifting in my spot I winced as I jostled the elbow wrong, but I didn't much complain about it. As I opened my eyes though to see Amy and Frisk playing in Amy's toy room again, I noticed Chara in the same spot as earlier. Weird, most of the time she was hovering by Frisk now or something, but hell even then she was normally splayed out, not kind of balled up as she was now. Well not balled.
She was just sitting down now, knees just situated up so she could rest her elbows on them, hands clasped in front of her and eyebrows furrowed in thought. How long has she been thinking over there? A fuck long time that's what. And this was after the whole fiasco earlier too… mmm not exactly the best thing to do. Grunting I pushed myself up and off the ground, holding the elbow still and begun to walk over to her. As far as I could tell she didn't notice me, but I felt that in of itself meant she just wasn't acknowledging me.
Either way I sat down beside her, a few feet of space though. "What'cha thinking about?"She grumbled something unintelligible in response. I frowned and scratched my ear. "I'm sorry, kind of damaged my ears so can ya speak up a lil'?"
She grumbled again, this time intelligibly "Why don't you hate me."
I frowned and shifted a little. "I've only ever hated two people in my life, one for reasons I don't even remember, and the other because he went out of his way to annoy the hell out of me. So not really much reason to say I hate you." I mean sure I don't particularly like her that much, but I liked her more than dislike I suppose.
She rolled her eyes while letting out a small laugh. "Ha. There's plenty of reasons to hate me, and people are always finding more. Like how I've treated you so far. Threatened you, beaten you, mocked you till you lost it, and I didn't even realize I was doing it at the time."
I hummed noncommittally, trying to think of how to respond to that. Drumming my fingers I said to that after a few moments. "Well, first I can't help but feel as if that isn't the first time you've…" Not sparred but I didn't want to call it playing cause it insulted me a little. Ah fuck it I can live with insulting myself a little. "Play-fought or whatever you want to call it, am I wrong?"
"No, I used to do it with Asriel all the time." She answered.
"And did you talk like that all the time with Asriel?" I asked, fingers stopping with their beating.
"Yeah?" She asked, sounding curious about where I was going with this.
"So if I didn't tell you that I had a problem with people talking like that, why wouldn't you have talked like that?" I asked raising a brow.
"I should have realized when you didn't play along."
I shrugged. "It's easier to realize something after the fact, the benefit of…" I trailed off for a moment, the word escaping me. "Uhh. Hindsight, yeah."
"Even then, that was just one thing I did. I always seem to find way to screw stuff up." She insisted.
"It's easier for me to argue one thing at a time, otherwise I lose my thoughts." I said clarifying. "Now as for threatening me, isn't that when I still thought everything was a dream and was overall annoying as hell?"
She shook her head saying, "That's no excuse for doing it. Frisk just took your behavior in stride."
"Everyone has different limits for what they can handle. Some people freak out if you say something racist, me and others laugh. Frisk is the most mellow person I've met personally, so why not take me in stride." I said shrugging. "Besides we're in a stressful kind of time, you guys being abducted from your happy ending, so of course you didn't react well."
"Frisk's happy ending." Chara mumbled.
I frowned not sure how to respond to that really because she wasn't exactly wrong with her thing about letting Frisk being the only one in body. "Well when we get you two back home let's see how true that is." A moment or two passed and I decided to move on, because I couldn't talk too much about home without fucking up I imagine. Would like to see if I can get Frisk for a second to fix that nose, was making me cringe a little inside. "And for the beating thing, I either laughed at you at first or as we've covered, it's a reflex."
"So someone laughing at me is an excuse to beat them up?" She asked rhetorically.
"No, but tell me what ways of de-stressing do you have available to you?" Several moments passed silently, her just shifting her weight side to side. "Any?" I asked with a frown, not sure if she wasn't answering cause I might be annoying or because she didn't have any ways of destressing.
"Eating chocolate." She offered weakly.
I sighed at that answer, that being a horrible answer for her mentality. "First then, have you had any time to destress from all the stuff you had to deal with in the Underground before I pushed your button by laughing at you?"
"No." She quietly admitted.
"So there's why it's understandable you did beat me." ...Fucking hell never thought I'd tell someone it was okay they beat the shit out of me. "Okay?" She nodded "Good, anything I missed?" She didn't say anything in response.
I just sighed again and leaned back against the barrier, humming for a minute or two silently. After a while, Chara said "Thank you."
"Mmm?" I hummed looking back towards her, no longer hunched over and seeming more at ease now… how does one be at ease with a bloody nose. "What for?"
She grumbled some before saying "You know."
I chuckled slightly with a small smile. "Just like the recognition. Anyways feel better then I hope?"
She sighed, and said, "Yeah."
I hummed a little to that, I suppose a minute or so before I decided to press on maybe a bit too much. "Well now that's taken care of, how about we find you another way to destress?" I asked.
"Like what?" She asked, turning her head to face me. Still with the bloody nose. I am still not used to this after like what? An hour of her with it?
"Well first let me clear it up with you not taking the body for anything short of an emergency right?"
"I sometimes do stuff when no-one else is around. Like eat chocolate." She pointed out.
I chuckled a little. "As you've said. Anyways reason I ask is because most ways of destress I know of are physical. Like some people garden, others bicycle, some even take drives. Me I take walks, listen to my music or sometimes go out back for a drink." Loved relaxing out on the patio with a root beer. "So assuming since most of the time there's people…" I hummed bobbing my head back and forth. "Some people like to spar but I don't know how much destress you'd get from a subpar partner like me." Like seriously, me going all out didn't even get me close to an actual hit and thinking back on it when she asked if I was tired... I think she was being a hundred percent serious, it would explain how I finally landed that hit.
"Well…" She began but seemed nervous about continuing. When I looked questioningly at her, she continued, "It was kinda fun till the end."
I raised a brow. "Well there's that I suppose." If she had fun I guess it works then. "Do need something else besides just the one. So… some people vent to destress." I glanced to her and asked, "You know what I mean by vent right?" She shook her head to which I shrugged. "I suppose you wouldn't of. Anyways venting is where you complain or voice concerns about something no matter how petty or small it may seem to you. Normally people do it anonymously or with friends and I don't know if that's your thing so…" I looked at her again, letting it speak for itself there.
She rubbed her shoulder some, before answering, "Most things are stuff I just need to learn to be ok with."
I shook my head. "It's not whether or not your complaints are right or wrong, it's to voice them, help clear it up. I've talked to a therapist before and vented and it helped." I stated. "Not as much as my walks did, but they helped a bit. And I've had to deal with a lot less stuff than you guys, so I imagine it'd help you more than it ever did for me." I said shrugging and leaning forward a bit.
She nodded, and was quiet for a few seconds before saying "How about you?"
"Eh?" I asked. "Already told you how I destress."
"But you can't exactly take a walk, stuck in this fifteen foot bubble, and we don't exactly have much music. Do you want to vent?"
I twitched a little at the reminder of this situation and said maybe a touch too quickly, "I'm fine."
"You're in the same situation as me." She pointed out.
I frowned and stated, "I'm fine." I mean sure I want to complain, do something besides sit on my ass now, but to complain to two kiddos dealing with whatever problems I have times a thousand? Made me feel like somebody that just stubbed his toe complaining to somebody in a wheelchair, and I'm not that kind of fucking guy. I'm not.
"You said venting is a good way to destress. And I did break your arm." She pointed out.
I shook my head. "It's a good way when you're in the mood for it. I'm not." I don't feel comfortable complaining to children that aren't even half my fucking age, about something that's been their fucking life problem for a while.
She nodded. "Well when you want to, we are always here." Another reminder of our situation. Another twitch as I realize that sounds like it's going to be my only option for destressing unless I feel like pacing fifteen feet.
Shaking my head I focused back on her. "How about you?"
She shook her head in return. "Not right now."
Drumming my fingers I said, "Okay so some more sparring and venting when you feel like it."
"Or when you do." She interjected.
Please fucking stop reminding me, I'm perfectly fine ignoring this all, I thought with another twitch. "Yeah. So uh would you call my story-telling a destresser?"
"It was pretty alright." She allowed.
I bobbed my head again. "So I suppose somewhat." I hummed a bit more before sighing. "That's all I can think of now."
"We'll have to make do, like usual." She replied.
Grinding my teeth a little I looked over the two kids playing before forcefully humming again. "So what do you do to pass the time?"
"When people are around, watch Frisk, sometimes narrate their actions."
"Mmm." Not something I care for. "How about any games you know of?" Come on, a kid should know some games.
"Pretend." She offered shrugging.
I sighed again, because damn it I needed something to do besides just stare aimlessly with my elbow aching like it was. A minute passed of silence with me just drumming my fingers on my knee before I asked, "Mind if I ask about the family?" Could be a touchy subject but it's literally the only thing I can think of doing beyond sitting in quiet.
"Not inherently." She answered.
"Okay well what was Toriel like?" I asked, relaxing slightly. "I mean she seemed a good parent from what I saw, but what or who was she really?"
She laid down and put her hands behind her head before answering "She was the best. Kind, understanding, smart, great at puns."
I nodded and shut my eyes to lean against the wall. "What'd she do when she first met ya?"
"Gave me a slice of her famous Butts Pie." She said with a smile.
I paused for a second and asked, "What is pie like anyways?"
"You never had pie?" She asked sounding confused.
I shook my head while keeping my eyes closed. "Nuh-uh. Never so much as touched pie."
"Well that's a thing to do later."
I hummed an okay to that. "And I dare to ask how was Asriel?" Maybe a bit too far of a question.
"A snot-nosed cry baby, and the best friend I could have had." She easily answered.
"A cry-baby? Really?" I asked chuckling.
"Yeah, he'd begin to tear up about the smallest of things. Like once I splashed mud on his new sweater. I miss him."
I frowned a little but nodded. "Family's a good thing to fight for."
She asked, "But to what extent."
"Any." I stated.
"So it would be alright to start a genocidal war in order to free monster kind?" She asked grimly.
I opened an eye to see Chara on her stomach staring at me. I frowned at her before shutting the eye. "I'm not answering a loaded question."
"So there must be an extent which one should not go." She concluded on her own.
I just hummed noncommittally to myself. I knew what I was capable and not capable of quite perfectly. Not saying something like that around them though, like I had said, it's a loaded as fuck question. Death was just a natural thing after all. "And Asgore?"
"Loveable idiot."
"How's he an idiot?"
"Can you believe that his very first words to me, while I was cowering from him, was 'Would you like a cup of tea?'"
I raised my brows thinking of that. Her hiding and a giant-as fuck towering goat man with horns and flowing cape just calmly offering that. Smiling I said, "Heh. Was it good tea?"
"Acquired taste."
...I am eerily reminded of something here. Enough to make me uncomfortable. "Anybody else of real note you met back then?"
"Old Man Gerson, The Royal Scientist, Biscuits the Captain of the Royal Guard, Bookz the Librarian, lots of people."
I cracked open an eye again to see she was back on her back again. "Which Royal Scientist?"
She hummed in thought. "Can't recall his name. He sometimes taught Azzy and I when Toriel was busy with something else."
Hmm. "Gaster sound familiar?"
She shivered slightly. "Time to time, Frisk and I found some ghosts in the Underground, talking about him. Not ghosts like you and I--"
"Just monochrome and colorless, one of monster kid, one of some clam guy, another of a person who held his head in his hand and I'm positive there's a fourth I don't remember. You ever actually see him? A black figure with just two hands and a face with what looked like a crack coming from the eye?" I asked the other eye opening now to watch her.
"Yeah, found him in a room that doesn't exist."
I hummed again. "Wonder how many of those rooms you've been in… anyways reason I asked is cause of how time fuckery you two are it seemed as if you might remember Gaster from before he erased himself."
She hummed again in thought. "Maybe."
I shrugged and shut my eyes. "Ever find a room of blood?" Highly doubt this one.
"Monsters don't have blood."
I shook my head. "Nah some room in the files, nothing to do with the Monsters. S'just wondering how many rooms and what types you seen down there, what with you seeing Gaster."
"Did you see us go into the room? Thought you knew all what happened." She asked.
"I and others can hack into the game files and put you anywhere. Doesn't mean you're physically able to go there, those rooms were just scraps that were left in there for as of yet unknown reasons." I said shrugging again. "Once ya start hacking, you can't exactly say it's happened in the story."
"Well that's it then. You went outside of the story."
"For a while, you had to go outside of the story to find Gaster." I yawned. "Digressing though. Where were we? Ah right how people were, s'what was Gerson like? Typical old person with fun stories?"
"Yep." I hummed again, so much humming today. I felt as if the others were obvious or not as prone to talk about, so I thought about something else to ask, not coming to anything before Chara asked, "How about your family?"
Eh, what? I opened an eye once more to peek at her, still on her back watching the ceiling. I briefly glanced up to ensure there was nothing. "Immediate or extended?" I knew somewhat about my extended family, just too many to remember.
She shrugged. "Up to you."
I thought about it for a moment. "Uh why not. Mother's your typical no-nonsense person who does everything she can to help me and others. My old man is just that. Grandmother is a Christmas nut." I paused and looked to her, thinking for a moment. "What's your Christmases like?"
"Extended family came over, told to not be a nuisance, lots of food." She summarized.
"Well my Grandmother on my mum's side hosted a party every year, four hundred Christmas trees all over the house, had all her friends and stuff over. Half of her year every year was spent putting those trees up and taking them down. Finally got her to stop hosting the party, every jackass that came would always complain about the free food and drinks we gave'em." I said a bit nostalgically. Always made money, had good food and some fun from those parties. Benefit of a rich English side of the family.
"Mine didn't do a lot of decorating. Just a tree and a few lights."
"Eh maybe I can show you a few things then, I've helped with enough of the bloody trees." I said, thinking on the other members of the family for a second, before continuing. "Grandfather in law on the mum's side is a handyman who is too fit for his age and build. Then got the actual Grandfather who owns a farm up in New York with another Grandmother in law." Again I paused then continued. "Lot of cousins up by the farm, I don't know any of them, just there's like ten or twenty. All the mother's side." I sighed. "Then like a hundred cousins by the border that I don't know by name on the father's side. I have a lot of inane stories to tell people thanks to them though." The benefit of a mexican father.
The moments passed by in silence as she seemed fine with my answer, not really reacting in any way, so I thought back to what I was thinking, before asking. "What're your dreams?"
"We talked about them already." Was her rather flat reply.
Did we? We talked about dreamcatchers but I don't remember anything about what somebody went for later in life. "I uh don't remember us talking about things beyond a dreamcatcher which isn't what I meant? Or am I just having bad memory again?" Pretty sure we didn't.
"Sleep, Dreams, Nightmares. We talked about it already."
Shutting my eye once more I shook my head. "No not literal dreams, more like some kids dream of going to Disneyland, I liked going to Medieval Times, some wanna be pilots, those things." I said clarifying.
"Ah." She shrugged. "Don't have any."
"None at all?" I paused and much to my distaste I added, "We are going to be here a while."
"And there's not much we can do here."
"I meant long run." I clarified, sliding down against the wall until I was on the floor.
"I did too. It's Frisks life, we don't have any right to infringe." Oh that just made me grind my teeth there because fuck that, but I can't tell her fuck that without stepping on her ideas of what's right and wrong and it's too close and too soon to tell her to fuck that. "Helpful in the short term perhaps, but still shouldn't be here."
I stopped my teeth grinding to open an eye, seeing her just still staring at the ceiling with that nose of hers. It seemed to have stopped running sometime ago, the blood just starting to crust and dry. Frisk swear to god if we don't go to another room soon. "I don't follow."
She turned her head to look at me "How does it help a person live a peaceful every-day life to have two ghosts stuck in their head, bringing their problems down on them? We shouldn't be here. I should be dead, and you should be wherever."
I could feel the eye twitching again, this time not stopping so I held it down with a finger. Normally happened when I've been jumpscared by something, or really not liking something. Honestly surprised I've just been twitching this much. "Considering this isn't a peaceful world and never has been, along with what I can figure about Frisk with fighting, a peaceful life isn't what's going to happen ever. Doubt Frisk would exactly be alive just by herself anyways." I stated, drumming fingers on the eyelid. Not sure if it's twitching now or blinking.
"I said helpful in the short term, I know I helped them out in the Underground, and we got the Endbringers and Scion to deal with, but we'll eventually win. And after that, why couldn't Frisk live a peaceful life?"
I sat myself up so I was propped on an elbow and somewhat above her, her eyes following me for a moment. "The hell is wrong with you, short-term help is long-term help." I stated, letting my fingers drop from my eyelid now, happy it wasn't twitching as much now.
"Not when the problem changes. We aren't going to magically poof away once everything is said and done."
Mmmm fucking angstier than a sanic OC. "No but I'm saying that there wouldn't be a long term at all or even as happy," I said happy in somewhat of a funny way, funny how I couldn't quite place though. Not sarcastic, note tired, just… funny. "As it will be if it weren't for one ghost here." I finished sitting up again and leaning forward somewhat.
"Frisk could have handled it. They are an angel. Might have took a dozen more tries, but they could have. And now there's nothing I know or can do that Frisk doesn't, I don't really serve much a role anymore." She argued.
Hahaha. I drummed my fingers trying to think of exactly what to say without telling her she's a fucking idiot, quickly picking up pace until I smacked my hand against the floor. A bite of the tongue to make sure I didn't call her a fucking idiot and I said, "That statement." I paused again. "Is completely off-base."
"How so?" She questioned
I was going to need ghost braces at the rate I'm grinding my teeth together. "You two have been through things that would have broken most people, but you both had each other to rely on." I stopped because I was having a hard time phrasing it all in my mind let alone out loud. "Anytime thing's would have gotten hopeless for you two, there." Stop. "was a shoulder to cry on. Every time you died, there was somebody who understood your pain." Stop. "Anytime it was another obstacle standing in the way there was an ally by your side. Am I wrong in saying these things?" It would help if my voice was calm but it was irritated if I had to put a tone to it.
Except instead of Chara responding, it was Amy who asked in a confused and worried tone "Frisk?"
Oh fuck me, I turned to look what was wrong this time and saw Frisk kneeling there, arms limp and head bent in thought. She was unresponsive for a moment before she suddenly said "Bathroom," and suddenly stood up and walked out of the room, pulling me and Chara with, via the barrier. I am so fucking confused and worried right fucking now because this is not god damn normal and I am touching something serious here right now. Needless to say I just sat in confusion as to what's going on here, heart maybe pounding a bit more than it had a right to.
As soon as we were pulled out of the room, she about-faced and walked towards Chara, who stood up and promptly wrapped Chara in a hug. "I do need you. Couldn't go on without you." She said into her shoulder.
"F-Frisk." Chara said in surprise, face coloring before she returned the hug, some tears leaking from her eyes.
I meanwhile let out a shaky breath, because no I did not in fact, fuck up and push a wrong button. I pushed a right button. I think. I don't know, it just looks happy right now so I'm going to assume a good button push and fucking leave it at that, because it could have just as easily gone the wrong way. Probably easier to be honest. So while I made sure my heart knew that I was in the clear and did a good thing here, I let them have their moment, tearful hug. It took me a moment to realize there was no broken nose anymore… the fuck? What happened to the auto healing from the body kind of bullshit? I shook my head and dismissed the thought, because nothing makes sense currently, and just focused on the fact I did good.
They hugged for a while longer, before separating to arms length. "I'm sorry Frisk." Chara said wiping away some tears.
Frisk shook her head and gently took her sleeve and dabbed away the rest of Chara's tears for her. "Don't be. You're wanted."
Chara chuckled. "Heh heh, you are really an angel, Frisk." They stood like that for a moment more, before separating fully. Frisk wiped away her own tears, put on their usual smiley face, and turned towards and re-entered Amy's room, bringing us along.
I watched the whole thing as quietly as I would read a book…. that is a horrible analogy. But it works. Regardless of shit analogies, just did a good thing here and it was something I could be happy of. Still didn't stop me from watching Chara's face a bit more than I normally would. Because one minute ago, bloody eyesore of a nose, now a perfectly fine nose. I like to have some semblance of sense even if it's a good nonsense. Didn't pay much attention to the playing between Amy and Frisk, but rather the nose. Like it was a puzzle. Which it was. But not.
"Astounded by the fact that I can cry?" Chara teased at me.
I blinked to realize she was looking at me with a small smile. I was staring at her nose but didn't notice she turned to look at me now. I just shook my head and tapped my nose, not bothering to say what I meant.
She sighed at me, though didn't lose her relaxed smile. "Even though we share a soul, I can't read your mind, nor do I know sign language."
A finger still resting on my nose I elaborated. "I'm merely pointing to a nose that was broken no less than a minute ago and the fact it's completely fine now." Again I tapped my nose for emphasis.
She brought her hand up to her own nose going "Huh." After a moment she dropped it and shrugged "Oh well."
"So. Yeah. Just trying to figure how it's all gone." I stated, before shaking my head and sitting back against the wall again. "So doing better?" She nodded in response. "Alright, well uh poke me when something important's happened. Feel as if I'd be pushing my luck by talking more right now." I said shutting my eyes resting my head on my knees.
Then I went to thinking on things. Like where my mother was currently and I'm just here, wherever here was. Insanity? Maybe. Dream? Too lucid and able to feel things far too well. Schizo? Not enough stress in my life to try and I like to think I had been more stable than that. Reality? Maybe. Multiverse bullshit, magic and all that. Still hard to believe or wrap my head around fully. Regardless I'm not home beside family now, just wherever here was. Stress would not help someone about to go into a life threatening surgery and that's the important thing here.
I couldn't figure out a way home until I figured out what this was. Maybe meditation would help if my mind broke. Finding Doormaker would be for it being reality. Waking up is for dreams. Everything needed different things as solutions. And I don't know where to start for anything. So I'm just thinking now, just wondering to myself how I would get home.
[] Marquis would never come home this night.
[] After a while, Marquis came stumbling in, injured.
[] After a while, Marquis came home and asked what Amy and Frisk wanted for Dinner.
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- United States
[x] After a while, Marquis came stumbling in, injured
I would feel bad. But its Bone-Man. He can take a hit.
I would feel bad. But its Bone-Man. He can take a hit.
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- Down Under
[X] After a while, Marquis came stumbling in, injured.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
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- United States. Ish.
[x] After a while, Marquis came stumbling in, injured
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
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- United States. Ish.
Pretty sure monster food requires Magic in some form, so unless Frisk or Chara learned how to use fire magic or has monster ingredients, that's probably off the table.
Damian45
Only Sane Man
True, though it seems unlikely that with all that time on their hands they wouldn't have learned magic somehow, if for no other reason to honor their adoptive parents and pull off cool attacks like they see everyone else do. Its what I would do in that situation.
Considering magic is mentioned in one of the options we didn't pick
I think they don't know magic.
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[X] Marquis would never come home this night.
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- Zone 1
[X] After a while, Marquis came stumbling in, injured.
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I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
- Location
- 'Muricah
Well for the few ladies and gentlemen who read this I'm sorry to report that as of current this quest is being cancelled or put on hold for an undefined amount of time. May never come back. Might in a month or two. Due to a disagreement with my co-writer who I bounce most ideas off of, that being the kid's ability with fighting.
Said disagreement being someone of Armsmaster's rank or skill is absolutely no match for the kids without using their own powers. As in Armsmaster's years of training, dedication, armor, Halberd and etc is no match for a child with a knife without using any DT. That with Armsmaster using his Halberd and his onboard computer that analyzes opponent's moves and lets him counter it with ease, his Tinker armor and all that training he does makes him nothing but a footnote to the kids. And said co-writer not seeing why I have the slightest of issues with it.
My partner refused to change his mind when we argued for a few days. I tried to have a third party vote with you guys to have some new opinions and ideas to say as to whose right, he told me that if any of you agreed with me, he'd ignore it. So since there's no point to arguing with him except for him just repeating his piece over and over, I decided no. He decided to quit in return.
And since he quits I lose the person who helps me write Frisk and Chara and ensures I don't do SI favortism, I'm not confident in my ability to write this unbiased. Or to write this story interestingly. So quest/story thing is ended for the forseeable future.
tl;dr This story/quest is ended due to a disagreement with the Co-writer.
Said disagreement being someone of Armsmaster's rank or skill is absolutely no match for the kids without using their own powers. As in Armsmaster's years of training, dedication, armor, Halberd and etc is no match for a child with a knife without using any DT. That with Armsmaster using his Halberd and his onboard computer that analyzes opponent's moves and lets him counter it with ease, his Tinker armor and all that training he does makes him nothing but a footnote to the kids. And said co-writer not seeing why I have the slightest of issues with it.
My partner refused to change his mind when we argued for a few days. I tried to have a third party vote with you guys to have some new opinions and ideas to say as to whose right, he told me that if any of you agreed with me, he'd ignore it. So since there's no point to arguing with him except for him just repeating his piece over and over, I decided no. He decided to quit in return.
And since he quits I lose the person who helps me write Frisk and Chara and ensures I don't do SI favortism, I'm not confident in my ability to write this unbiased. Or to write this story interestingly. So quest/story thing is ended for the forseeable future.
tl;dr This story/quest is ended due to a disagreement with the Co-writer.
Blitzkreug
I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
- Location
- 'Muricah
He would prefer he keeps his anonymity.
Blitzkreug
I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
- Location
- 'Muricah
Also in response to the route and times.
Genocide definitely has happened.
Chara is saying that for every time they ahve died, Chara has killed the perpetrator. And considering how many times the average person loses to Undyne or Sans, that's a lot.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
They can be as skilled as they like; sufficiently good armor flat out ignores their strikes(see: Mettaton base form), and the reason they could do so much damage to monsters at all is because monsters, unlike humans, are vulnerable to hatred/sociopathy.
Dodging? Sure. That is something that is noted in-universe to be a particular skill of theirs. Even then, that (usually) comes from several deaths/resets.
Also, they cheated with both of those godlike entities. One was practically invincible until the sources of his power rebelled, and the other... well. That wasn't really combat, so much as metaphysical determination magic bs.
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Chronobreak
Chara Appreciator
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- He/Him
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I clicked on this quest thinking it was called CANCEL: Make My Life Hell.
I didn't think it was actually canceled.
(insert sadface here)
I clicked on this quest thinking it was called CANCEL: Make My Life Hell.
I didn't think it was actually canceled.
(insert sadface here)
Blitzkreug
I ain't been active in years, yet pep read me stil
- Location
- 'Muricah
Sorry buddy. I really did like writing this, maybe it'll come back someday. Just not soon.