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entranceway2016-06-06 02:44 pm
fulllifeconsequences) wrote in entranceway2016-06-06 02:44 pm
Entry tags:
- a song of ice and fire: arya stark,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- jjba: josuke higashikata,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- once upon a time: zelena,
- persona 4: kanji tatsumi,
- the vampire diaries: camille o'connell,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: sans,
- undertale: toriel
[video/action]
[Private video - filtered to Literally Everyone But Asriel and Toriel]
Greetings, Wonderland!
[Announced brightly and cheerily. There's someone new in town! Chara is PANICKING, and this manifests itself in clear and obvious ways: a placid, polite smile and a camera that only jitters slightly, because they're multitasking. Occasionally, a ridiculously twee cupcake backpack peers into frame, because Chara is cramming every treasured possession they have into it while they talk.]
Let me make this straightforward and simple. Another new friend has arrived into our fold. I trust you'll all be welcoming to him.
Don't tell Asriel I'm here.
If you so much as mention my name to him, I will know. I will find you. I will kill you, and I will wait tenderly and patiently over your fallen, disgusting corpse until it rises again. I will sink a knife in and twist, so the very first thing you feel upon your revival is unspeakable pain. I'll cut away every life that you have remaining in this place, and then I will go hunting for everyone you love.
I hope I have made myself clear. Understand, for once, I make this demand from a place of mercy. I distance myself for everyone's good. Sabotaging that would not be advisable; I've been told I'm a little bit dangerous when I have nothing left to lose.
[Private video to Toriel, because of course Mom gets a nicer version lmao]
Ma'am. I hope you're well. You must be happy. You must be excited!
I hope I don't dampen your elation, but I have decided it would be for the best if I give Asriel some space. I... I was responsible for his death. I believe it would be much easier on him if he were given some time to adjust to Wonderland before the bombshell of my continued existence is dropped on him. It would be a lot to take in at once, would it not?
Please, don't mention my name to him. Give it some time, at the very least. I'm going to make myself as scarce as Wonderland will permit. Think of it like... a vacation. It'll be fun!
Try to understand. I'm not trying to be dramatic or attention-seeking. I've made this choice because I feel it will be easier on Asriel.
[Action]
[True to their word, they've removed every last trace of themselves from Room 12 and fuckign BOLTED. The problem of where to go is a little trickier, since there's really no getting away from Wonderland. Just sprint out into the woods until they've gone Too Far Out? Hide in a cave and hope nobody finds them?
...They go to the diner. Diners were safe places to hide out when they ran away before they fell. Souji said they could work there. There's food, and the booths are soft enough to grab quick snatches of sleep in. They can duck into the kitchen, and even if it's sterile and commercial rather than homey, it's still a kitchen.
They've seated themselves on the floor behind the counter, tucked away out of sight. They're... emptying salt shakers onto the floor with an absent smile on their face. Even they don't know why they're doing it.]
Greetings, Wonderland!
[Announced brightly and cheerily. There's someone new in town! Chara is PANICKING, and this manifests itself in clear and obvious ways: a placid, polite smile and a camera that only jitters slightly, because they're multitasking. Occasionally, a ridiculously twee cupcake backpack peers into frame, because Chara is cramming every treasured possession they have into it while they talk.]
Let me make this straightforward and simple. Another new friend has arrived into our fold. I trust you'll all be welcoming to him.
Don't tell Asriel I'm here.
If you so much as mention my name to him, I will know. I will find you. I will kill you, and I will wait tenderly and patiently over your fallen, disgusting corpse until it rises again. I will sink a knife in and twist, so the very first thing you feel upon your revival is unspeakable pain. I'll cut away every life that you have remaining in this place, and then I will go hunting for everyone you love.
I hope I have made myself clear. Understand, for once, I make this demand from a place of mercy. I distance myself for everyone's good. Sabotaging that would not be advisable; I've been told I'm a little bit dangerous when I have nothing left to lose.
[Private video to Toriel, because of course Mom gets a nicer version lmao]
Ma'am. I hope you're well. You must be happy. You must be excited!
I hope I don't dampen your elation, but I have decided it would be for the best if I give Asriel some space. I... I was responsible for his death. I believe it would be much easier on him if he were given some time to adjust to Wonderland before the bombshell of my continued existence is dropped on him. It would be a lot to take in at once, would it not?
Please, don't mention my name to him. Give it some time, at the very least. I'm going to make myself as scarce as Wonderland will permit. Think of it like... a vacation. It'll be fun!
Try to understand. I'm not trying to be dramatic or attention-seeking. I've made this choice because I feel it will be easier on Asriel.
[Action]
[True to their word, they've removed every last trace of themselves from Room 12 and fuckign BOLTED. The problem of where to go is a little trickier, since there's really no getting away from Wonderland. Just sprint out into the woods until they've gone Too Far Out? Hide in a cave and hope nobody finds them?
...They go to the diner. Diners were safe places to hide out when they ran away before they fell. Souji said they could work there. There's food, and the booths are soft enough to grab quick snatches of sleep in. They can duck into the kitchen, and even if it's sterile and commercial rather than homey, it's still a kitchen.
They've seated themselves on the floor behind the counter, tucked away out of sight. They're... emptying salt shakers onto the floor with an absent smile on their face. Even they don't know why they're doing it.]
video
[Everyone they'd dared care about, back in that perfectly happy timeline, replaced Chara with Frisk. You are our future, they told a new kid. They took a new kid by the hand and brought them pie and called them "my child." Frisk was the friend they really wished they'd had. What kind of answer would Frisk even expect here?
Ha. Easy to start down that kind of thinking. Shouldn't. Shouldn't.]
Just... let it lie, Frisk. I'm trying to...
[Repent? Make amends? Apologize? Do the right thing? Erase themselves from existence, all over again?]
You really think he's ready to be faced with me again? He was scared of me. I was the reason he doesn't get to have a happy ending. It's jarring enough to have to face everyone as himself, don't you think? To convince himself he can actually be around people, despite what he's done?
This is a kindness, Frisk. I don't know why you can't grasp that.
video
[The mansion's a big place. But they're a kid with a big heart and nowhere else to go, and they're determined. Going back to that room now that it's just sad and lonely and horrible is too much to bear.
It feels like they're being torn in two.]
You're not. You're not just - just some other person. You're my friend. And you're his friend too.
Please come back. We can - we can work this out together. I know we can.
video
Have you even asked Asriel what he wants?
[Of course they haven't.]
Or is this that persistent crusade of yours to mold everything to your liking? Can't have friends who don't feel or act the way you want them to, can you? It can't be possible that maybe you don't know best after all, that perhaps neither of us are willing to pretend to be perfectly happy just so you can say you fixed it!
I'm not buying your saccharine garbage, Frisk. You're on your own.
[They stop their scratching, long enough to lunge for their phone. Risk a few seconds of the motion blur of it being picked up, swung around, a finger slamming on the button that will end the call.]