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entranceway2016-10-07 03:55 pm
determinedest) wrote in entranceway2016-10-07 03:55 pm
Entry tags:
- dangan ronpa: mikan tsumiki,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- legends of tomorrow: leonard snart,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- off: zacharie,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- steven universe: connie maheswaran,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: napstablook,
- undertale: sans
video/action; who said that every wish would be heard and answered
[Based on the shot of the grass and the surrounding floral backdrop, it's clear that the feed has switched on in the garden. The phone itself is buried in the grass, tilted at such an angle that the back of Frisk's head is visible as they bend over a crackling piece of paper.
They've a very - singular look to them today, it seems, complete with an oversized blue jacket reminiscent of the one Sans might typically be seen wearing, the sleeves awkwardly bunched at the elbows where they've been rolled up. On their head is something thick and white and almost woolen - a hat that, on closer inspection, has soft horns and long goatlike ears knitted into it. A gift. Something they haven't worn a single time since Toriel's arrival. It had felt too much like an insult to do so.
But currently, they don't intend for anyone to see or hear this except Napstablook, whom they'd been hoping to impress with how much they'd worked on trying to learn the song the little ghost helpfully wrote out for them. The recording isn't private, however, as they must have intended it to be.
Frisk settles onto the grass, facing mostly away from the recording device. For a moment they pluck idly at the strings of the instrument they're holding, one that the musically-inclined might recognize as a ukulele, before they begin to play. They're clumsy and halting, starting and stopping periodically as they struggle to master the instrument. It is difficult, after all, to play with hands that are perpetually bandaged.
Soon, though, Frisk's wavering voice joins the thrumming of the strings. They are not an experienced singer, nor is their playing perfect. Occasionally they have to stop mid-lyric to adjust their fingering, or to play a part of the song over a bit more smoothly. But the music peels out into the crisp autumn air regardless.
Can you hear it?
For a few minutes after the song's conclusion, Frisk sits there on the hump of grass overlooking the garden, apparently contemplating the empty air in front of them.
Then the feed fades out.]
They've a very - singular look to them today, it seems, complete with an oversized blue jacket reminiscent of the one Sans might typically be seen wearing, the sleeves awkwardly bunched at the elbows where they've been rolled up. On their head is something thick and white and almost woolen - a hat that, on closer inspection, has soft horns and long goatlike ears knitted into it. A gift. Something they haven't worn a single time since Toriel's arrival. It had felt too much like an insult to do so.
But currently, they don't intend for anyone to see or hear this except Napstablook, whom they'd been hoping to impress with how much they'd worked on trying to learn the song the little ghost helpfully wrote out for them. The recording isn't private, however, as they must have intended it to be.
Frisk settles onto the grass, facing mostly away from the recording device. For a moment they pluck idly at the strings of the instrument they're holding, one that the musically-inclined might recognize as a ukulele, before they begin to play. They're clumsy and halting, starting and stopping periodically as they struggle to master the instrument. It is difficult, after all, to play with hands that are perpetually bandaged.
Soon, though, Frisk's wavering voice joins the thrumming of the strings. They are not an experienced singer, nor is their playing perfect. Occasionally they have to stop mid-lyric to adjust their fingering, or to play a part of the song over a bit more smoothly. But the music peels out into the crisp autumn air regardless.
Can you hear it?
For a few minutes after the song's conclusion, Frisk sits there on the hump of grass overlooking the garden, apparently contemplating the empty air in front of them.
Then the feed fades out.]
[video]
[IT'S A THING NOW, SANS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT.]
People could do karaoke or dancing or sword-fighting or whatever they're best at! We could even get judges and, and everything!
[video]
heh, i like it. it'd be nice to have some entertainment to watch around here. bet a lot of people would be interested.
[video]
[Probably, right? He didn't exactly spare any nonexistent expenses, and the place is pretty big.]
[video]
...are we actually gonna do this? [Important questions, since this has been hilarious as a joke, but...]
[video]
[The smile still pulls at the corners of their lips. The more they think about it, it...really could be a nice idea, couldn't it? A nice distraction, and it would mean people getting to show everyone how cool they are!]
No reason why we shouldn't, right?
[video]
don't know if i can help you set it up, though. seems like a lot of hard work.
[Yeah, leave all the hard work to the twelve-year-old, as usual.]
...but, uh, maybe i'll mention it to papyrus. or mettaton. bet they'd both be real interested.
[video]
That's okay. I think lots of people could be interested! But, um...thanks for the idea.
[video]
[video]
[video]
[video]
[Their tone is one of faux conspiracy, belied by the wideness of their grin.]
The "make sure Sans always knows that he is very great" agenda. It's very important!
[video]
[The Papyrus agenda: make sure Sans always knows that he is very great.]
[Aw jeez, kid.]
heh. ain't that important, but alright.
[video]
[They nod sagely, as if this is enough - which it is. Papyrus thinks it is important. Ergo, it is. Flawless logic, 10/10.]
[video]
[video]
[They sound satisfied, even if they know it's not exactly that simple. Still, if it means they'll get to him over a steady period of time, it's worth it.]
You are, after all, very great.
[video]
heh, sure, kid. how 'bout i leave you to your songs about rainbows?
[video]
[They laugh, pleased nonetheless. They will have to report this success to Papyrus.]
Thanks for the idea, Sans.
[video]
later, frisk.