Though that's all the more reason that we shouldn't let Chara define us.
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Though that's all the more reason that we shouldn't let Chara define us.
>Sing a Song.
Cat
Hello? Ecks Dee?
>ACT
>SING
>SING
You stare up at the frog and feel something welling up inside of you. It's a sudden, startling feeling in your heart. This impossible, enormous creature before you, is something that whispers to a hidden part of your soul. You don't know if you like what it says to you, because your soul whispers back.>FIGHT
You don't want to. You don't want to follow your soul's instructions, and that welling feeling in your heart swells to bursting. You can't stop it. You can't prevent it. It's something that has to happen.
The frog stares at you with eyes that blink too much and a mouth that is too wide, and you feel like you're staring into something as empty as that strange spot inside of you. But that blackness... it fills you up. It's like you've come home again. Your lips twitch, but you don't grin. It isn't the time for laughter, or tears. It's time to do the one thing you can do in such a situation.
You grip your knife.
You grit your teeth.
>SING.
You open your mouth, and sing. You sing a song that you half remember, something someone sang at you, you think. It has no words, and is more of a melody then anything else. It's your feelings, poured out into voice.
The frog opens its mouth and ---
Croaks out a response!
The frog opens its mouth and ---
Croaks out a response!
>Compose a DUET with the FROG.
You do not know how to compose a duet, because your cooking skill is too low! Also, you don't have any WIZARD CHEESE. You are only able to harmonize with the frog, and attempt to mimic his notes. His voice is much deeper then yours, so it will not be an easy task, harmonizing with this frog. It is a bit intimidating, after all.
What with all the saliva that seems to be creating holes in the floor.
You grip your knife, pulling it free from your bag as you stare at the frog, and open your mouth as you wave it around in what you are pretty sure a conductor would do.
The two of you proceed to have the worst harmonization in the history of everything. Your voice is too high, his is too low. But nevertheless, you are delighted to continue. You sing your tiny heart out, as the frog croaks his own tune. It doesn't sound like anything to your ears - but you're not a musician, so it could be the greatest art piece ever composed for all you know.
You sing. You sing until your lungs are empty of air, and until you reach a point where refilling your lungs doesn't fill them nearly enough to empty anything else. But you try, squeezing your eyes shut as you puff out a pitiful little note. The frog croaks in laughter at you, shaking its head. It dips low, fixing you with a long gaze that you can't possibly look away from.
Your mind is filled with knowledge and wind. You feel lighter then you've ever felt before, like you're walking on clouds with every step. You let out a laugh and a small smile as the frog croaks in approval, gesturing towards the puppet nearby. You almost fly over to it, feeling like the air itself as you move to it, air moving to your command to twirl the puppet in quick circles in tune to the frog's low thrumming voice.
The puppet spins faster and faster, until you can barely see at all. You're moving so fast that the world itself is a blur, and your feet no longer touch the ground. You are the air, and the air is a part of you.
What with all the saliva that seems to be creating holes in the floor.
You grip your knife, pulling it free from your bag as you stare at the frog, and open your mouth as you wave it around in what you are pretty sure a conductor would do.
The two of you proceed to have the worst harmonization in the history of everything. Your voice is too high, his is too low. But nevertheless, you are delighted to continue. You sing your tiny heart out, as the frog croaks his own tune. It doesn't sound like anything to your ears - but you're not a musician, so it could be the greatest art piece ever composed for all you know.
You sing. You sing until your lungs are empty of air, and until you reach a point where refilling your lungs doesn't fill them nearly enough to empty anything else. But you try, squeezing your eyes shut as you puff out a pitiful little note. The frog croaks in laughter at you, shaking its head. It dips low, fixing you with a long gaze that you can't possibly look away from.
Your mind is filled with knowledge and wind. You feel lighter then you've ever felt before, like you're walking on clouds with every step. You let out a laugh and a small smile as the frog croaks in approval, gesturing towards the puppet nearby. You almost fly over to it, feeling like the air itself as you move to it, air moving to your command to twirl the puppet in quick circles in tune to the frog's low thrumming voice.
The puppet spins faster and faster, until you can barely see at all. You're moving so fast that the world itself is a blur, and your feet no longer touch the ground. You are the air, and the air is a part of you.
>FRISK learned BRTH1!
You turn to thank the frog, but it has vanished. All that is left in its place is a stuffed green frog, which you lean down to and croak softly at. It doesn't respond, because it is a toy.You pick it up, squeezing it. It is one of the softest things you've ever felt, and you smile brightly as you move onwards, through a door that has just opened. There's a path that's been tread again and again, but you ignore it, walking through the room into another - a room filled with water and spikes.
But somehow... your feet remember the path you need to take. It is an easy task for you to make your way through the room. It's like you've done it time and time again, taking these steps, walking this road, over and over until you reached your destination. You reach out with one hand to try and touch one of the spikes... But it already sheathes itself as you reach, like it knew what you were trying to do. You frown at the spike as it goes down, but you have the sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't have hurt you anyway. This place...
It's like a playroom.
A place for people to laugh. To be themselves. To try new things, over and over, until they tire of trying. A place that has been repeated, time and time again, so many times that it has become comforting, like an old friend to come home to. It's nice, in a way. You smile, to yourself. Because this place... it's like home.
And home is something that you can't remember having, not for very long at least.
You stop again, in the middle of this endless hallway. It's long, and you're tired. But as you look forward, you see a bed of leaves in the distance, that look far more comfortable to sleep on then over here, where there's nothing but cold walls and colder floors. You walk forward towards it, but a frog jumps in your way. A spider joins him, and the two stare at you.
You wave hello.
They do not respond. They probably just need some magical friendship pellets, but Flowey did not think to give you any!
You ask them if they are having a good day.
"wwell i wwas," the frog croaked, "until a bad person wwalked ribbit in front of me."
A bad person? You admonish the frog for calling the spider names. He or she has done nothing wrong to the frog, and it is rude to be unkind for no reason!
The spider stares at you with eight eyes and snickers, moving away. The frog just glares at you.
You tell the frog you would love to talk to him about manners, but you are very tired and would really appreciate a chance to take a nap, if he wouldn't mind.
"no, you go ahead." it says, and hops out of your way. "im going to go get somepondy who knowws wwhat to do."
That sounds like a good idea. You have no idea what you are doing right now, except going to take a nice nap in that pile of leaves. You head over to the leaves as he hops off, and lie down on top of them, closing your eyes.
But you cannot sleep.
These leaves have filled you with determination.
>Follow the frog.
>Try and go to sleep anyways.
>Explore.
>Try and go to sleep anyways.
>Explore.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Let Frisk Go.
WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] Try and go to sleep anyways.
[X] Explore.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Follow the Frog
The victim is temporarily isolated.
Finish them now, before they get the chance to meet up with someone else.
The victim is temporarily isolated.
Finish them now, before they get the chance to meet up with someone else.
[X] Let Frisk Go.
PewPewBangBang
Ork-wielding gun
- Location
- Earth
[X] Let Frisk Go.
I think we are Frisk actually.
But voting for this, just in case
I think we are Frisk actually.
But voting for this, just in case
Loktarogar
The Apex of Cuddling
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Follow the Frog
Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
lol
irony
you are the demonic murderer my friend
and you've already got a handle on someone
>Let FRISK go.
Cat
Hello? Ecks Dee?
>Let FRISK go.
You try to let yourself go to sleep but you are too determined to do so! You are wide awake and ready to face whatever comes your way.
>Go UP.
You stand up, stretching a bit, and head up once. This room is small, and the only thing in it is a single item, resting on a pedestal. It seems... eerily familiar to you, in a way. You look at it, and want to reach out to touch it, to see more of this item that has entered your reality but instead you merely stare at it.
It's not that large. A slim sort of thing, almost daintily laid on top of this pedestal in place of whatever should have been there. It's far too familiar to you for something you've never seen before but... You can't recall where you've seen it. It's so simple, and yet the place where it is kept seems well-kept, like it's a treasured memory.
The item you are staring at, is, of course, a book. This book has pages half torn out, and pages half left in and reattached. It's a book for someone who has lots of memories they want to keep, in a book very old and well worn. You reach out to touch it, but you refrain from doing so. This is someone's happy place, and you can feel that. This is a place where someone goes to forget all their worries, their troubles, and all that they think is wrong with the world.
But you can't bring yourself to leave. Not just yet. You want to look in the book, but you know that it's something personal to someone. You are a good kid. You don't look in other people's things just because you can. So you turn away pointedly from the book. It is a silly book. The wall is much more interesting then it.
You head for the door, giving the book one last glance, and leave.
It's not that large. A slim sort of thing, almost daintily laid on top of this pedestal in place of whatever should have been there. It's far too familiar to you for something you've never seen before but... You can't recall where you've seen it. It's so simple, and yet the place where it is kept seems well-kept, like it's a treasured memory.
The item you are staring at, is, of course, a book. This book has pages half torn out, and pages half left in and reattached. It's a book for someone who has lots of memories they want to keep, in a book very old and well worn. You reach out to touch it, but you refrain from doing so. This is someone's happy place, and you can feel that. This is a place where someone goes to forget all their worries, their troubles, and all that they think is wrong with the world.
But you can't bring yourself to leave. Not just yet. You want to look in the book, but you know that it's something personal to someone. You are a good kid. You don't look in other people's things just because you can. So you turn away pointedly from the book. It is a silly book. The wall is much more interesting then it.
You head for the door, giving the book one last glance, and leave.
>Follow the Frog
Letting yourself go took too long! You can no longer follow the frog because the frog has vanished! You can attempt to track the frog, but it moved so fast, like it had somewhere else to be, instead of hanging out with you and your new spider friend. Speaking of your spider friend, you realize he (or she) is in the corner of the room! You move to ask it where the frog went.
You say hello to the spider. It eyes you nervously.
"Is there something you need?" It asks hesitantly. Its voice is high and lilting, kind of too elegant for spiderkind. You are slightly suspicious of the shady look in its spider eyes.
You tell it you want to know where the frog went. It almost sags in relief.
"Oh? Him?" The spider sounds very pleased. "Sure I know where he went! But first..."
Several webs drop down from the ceiling and you notice that there are several items attached to each of them! You see weapons on one end near the spider, as well as some books and clothes This is very strange for you, because from what you know spiders sell none of these things that are not in spider form. You ask the spider why you need to see their items. The spider looks offended.
"Why? because you need to buy something if you want to know something! You seem to have a pretty decent knife on you, but I can upgrade it for you!"
You say hello to the spider. It eyes you nervously.
"Is there something you need?" It asks hesitantly. Its voice is high and lilting, kind of too elegant for spiderkind. You are slightly suspicious of the shady look in its spider eyes.
You tell it you want to know where the frog went. It almost sags in relief.
"Oh? Him?" The spider sounds very pleased. "Sure I know where he went! But first..."
Several webs drop down from the ceiling and you notice that there are several items attached to each of them! You see weapons on one end near the spider, as well as some books and clothes This is very strange for you, because from what you know spiders sell none of these things that are not in spider form. You ask the spider why you need to see their items. The spider looks offended.
"Why? because you need to buy something if you want to know something! You seem to have a pretty decent knife on you, but I can upgrade it for you!"
>Ask the spider about his wares.
>Upgrade your knife by using webbing to tie a bigger knife to it.
>Write in.
>Upgrade your knife by using webbing to tie a bigger knife to it.
>Write in.
Welcome to Local Girl Ruins Everything's shopping system. Buy things from spiders with money! Then the spiders will give you an investment - usually a hint or tip of some sort - maybe even a spell!
WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] Ask the spider about his wares.
-[x] subtly flirt while doing so
-[x] subtly flirt while doing so
[X] Ask the spider about his wares.
-[x] subtly flirt while doing so
-[x] subtly flirt while doing so
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
[X]Flirt with the spider.
-[X]Ask subtly about his wares whilst doing that.
None shall escape our mighty Flirting!
-[X]Ask subtly about his wares whilst doing that.
None shall escape our mighty Flirting!
Loktarogar
The Apex of Cuddling
- Location
- Brazil
[X]Flirt with the spider.
-[X]Ask subtly about his wares whilst doing that.
-[X]Ask subtly about his wares whilst doing that.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
FINE I WON'T JOKE ANYMORE IN A SUBTLE CONDESCENDING WAY
[X]Flirt with the spider.
-[X]Ask subtly about his wares whilst doing that.
I'll just fill your quest up with flirting Frisks. Is that what you wanted Cat? To ruin my small image of mystery?
[X]Flirt with the spider.
-[X]Ask subtly about his wares whilst doing that.
I'll just fill your quest up with flirting Frisks. Is that what you wanted Cat? To ruin my small image of mystery?