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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.]
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[That sounds simple enough. Or, if not simple - doable. And they like to learn things. Like to have stuff to do.]
Guess it wouldn't really be like...a job or anything. But it could be, kinda?
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[There are times when he's not there, obviously, and during those times, he leaves a sign on the door: "Help yourself."]
You can come by any time, to help or to eat or whatever.
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[They know Dipper works with that Angel guy, and it seems like a good thing for a kid like them to do. A kid who's technically thirteen, assuming all the responsibility associated with their age, right?]
It'd just be nice to have something to do. I like making things.
[Like music, or socks, or a scarf. Food is just the same, only you get to eat it afterwards.]
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[He still does the latter almost daily, though he's branched out from cranes and started to perfect his skill at butterflies.]
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[They're in their room, not in their inventory...er, pockets. But they keep them in a glass jar on the windowsill, like a bouquet of flowers that never wilt.]
They're still really pretty.
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...Thank you. [Again, he smiles, just a little.] I'm glad you liked them.
[Still like them.]
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[They'd never...really had a birthday before. Not one like that, one that people remembered, one that people actively - prepared for them. Everyone came.]
I never wanna forget that day.
[Even if it didn't end so well, it was still one of the best days they ever had. Not just in Wonderland, but - ever.]
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[Wonderland didn't seem to take memories from their time there, not permanently, so unless Frisk wants to give the memory away, they should be able to hold onto it always.]
If you're still here, will you have one again next year?
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[Immediately there's that constricting guilt around their chest, the guilt that comes with asking people for anything, even implicitly. But they think that, hopefully, things would go better than they did the first time. Even with Toriel's tumultuous arrival, though, it was still one of the best days of their life.
And better than any birthday they could remember having.]
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I'll remember.
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I hope you're still here to.
[And then they hasten to add:]
Unless, um, you'd rather not be. Then I - I don't.
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[His voice is wry, with only the barest underlying tone of what might be bitterness and what might be sadness.]
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[They're not sure what they'd do if he did. Wish extra hard for it? Like wishing ever did a thing for anyone. All those empty flowers with empty wishes that never came true, that's more revealing than anything else.]
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[But that's not quite the same thing.]
But it's not bad here.
[As much as he wants to have his friends from home, he doesn't want to lose those he's made in Wonderland.]
Either way, I'm losing something.
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[And that can be, in its own way, extraordinary. But maybe they're biased - they've already decided never to go home, even if it means going to someone else's world to escape it.]
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[He's been given some hope recently that it's the latter and not the former, but he still can't know for sure. Not until he actually goes home, and if he loses all of it, he won't even know he'd hoped otherwise. That's the part that bothers him the most.]
What about you? Do you want to be here next year for your birthday?
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[It's an absolute statement, and they don't hesitate for a single moment, hovering their cursor between two choices. There's not even really a choice here. They know it's what they want.]
I do.
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Some people feel that way, like the ones who are dead at home.
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[They break off, the corners of their mouth tightening briefly.]
Someone very close to me, [they say quietly,] is dead back home. They're still there, but here they have a body. And I don't want to make them live without that.
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I'm sorry. I hope they can stay as long as they want to.
["Want" is such a weird concept in Wonderland. In day to day life, they can have anything they want. But when it comes to wanting important things...]
There are other reasons to stay, too. Like we talked about, the things we learn and the people we meet. Thinking of losing them makes it hard to want to go.
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[That's why they're not planning to. They're determined to never go back, in fact, and not just for Chara's sake, but for Frisk's. For everyone else's. For their happy ending.]
I know I wouldn't wanna forget you. You or the stuff you've done for me - for both of us.
[They may as well be a collective personality with Chara at this point.]
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I feel the same way.
[He's already started to forge a bond with Frisk that he knows can become unbreakable. It's just a matter of time before it comes to that.]
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Oh - I almost forgot! When's your birthday?
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It's February 25.
[He's celebrated it maybe once since he got there.]
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