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Entry tags:
BITTER CHOCO DECORATION | CATCH-ALL
Who: Chara & others.
What: November-December prompts.
When: All across November and December.
Where: Around Trench, the Sleeper's Farm, Chara and Frisk's home.
Content Warnings: Suicidal ideation, existentialism & unreality, unethical experimentation, time manipulation, talk of past child murder.
What: November-December prompts.
When: All across November and December.
Where: Around Trench, the Sleeper's Farm, Chara and Frisk's home.
Content Warnings: Suicidal ideation, existentialism & unreality, unethical experimentation, time manipulation, talk of past child murder.
Event Prompts
Sleepers Farm (November)
[There is a muffled conversation outside the farm, and all anyone can get close enough to hear is a polite sentence coming from a voice wielding too much maturity for someone so young.]
You may go now. As always, you have been an excellent partner.
[There's a sound of a door being opened, and Chara is alone once more. They pull a bright light from their own chest - seemingly from nothing, but it's a twisted piece of their heart and soul, and it transforms into a pulsing red dagger. They smile, with a glint of sharp satisfaction, anticipation for the kill to come.]
Are you here to rescue your friends? [They ask the stranger nearby, the one that might have assumed they remained ignorant to their presence. Ignorance isn't something Chara has afforded themselves for some time.]
Inside
[They find this place equal parts sickening and... strangely compelling. The machinery, the magic, it all fits together neatly in ways they want to understand. That's the scary part - that they want to.
But that's not their goal for today. They step forward down the hall, careful not to attract undue attention, and they open one of the operating rooms where these malformed creatures carried out their torture. One might even mistake them for one of them really, based on the level of blood their cloak is caked in. But instead, their voice is soft and shockingly gentle.]
Can you stand? [Their clothes might be caked in blood, but the knife in their hand, glimmering and pulsing like it has a heart beat on it's own? It's completely spotless.]
Sleepers Farm (November)
[She was slow to get up from where they found her, but she was there. Her body was shockingly intact, though there were mottled, scorched portions all around her and ruined bowls where they'd tried to collect blood. Damned fools. The acid touch didn't just go away like that.
Looking over at Chara, she narrowed her eyes.]
You're planning on cutting loose today aren't you?
[No judgment. She was in this time. These ones didn't deserve mercy.]
Fight Or Flight (December)
[It's been a long year. But they remember last December, the people they met, the people they killed just as easily. Now, a year later, they feel a chill running through their system, no matter how many layers they wear they still feel cold.
They'll look behind them when nobody's there, half expecting to see... well, him.
But nobody came.
It's as they pass through Cassandra, on their way to pick something up that they'd had commissioned for a gift, that that paranoia feels more and more appropriate. Because they stop in their tracks, staring at the hint of green poking from the side of one of the buildings, in an alleyway nearly buried in snow.
It's a painting of them, a star in one hand, a knife in the other, smiling softly as they welcome a horde of faceless people in through a gateway of oozing black. Beneath the painting is a sentence, 'The Fallen Child - The Mercy Killer - The Dream Prince.' And most ominously 'The Roaring Knight.'
...Their face does not look pleased, or entirely well. The paranoia alone is getting to them but this makes them want to hurl. Others turn and look at them, seemingly recognizing them and they throw their hood back over their head. If anyone is nearby, they might be able to see that their hands are shaking.
Behind them, people are approaching them, one even calls out their name. The Demon That Comes When You Call It's Name opens their mouth to speak, but no words come out.]
Cold As Ice (December)
[It's a familiar feeling. Not drowning specifically, there's never been a lot of opportunities to experience death in that way, but the cold is familiar, the drifting is familiar, the way they watch others around them struggle and writhe and call for help even as nobody comes...
It's familiar.
They don't struggle when the water calls them down. Their determination is fading, and maybe that's as simple as it ever was. Once they lose the will, this obsessive destructive will, of course they'd give up.
* You've fallen down, haven't you?
* Here, get up.
* ...CHARNAME, huh? That's a nice name.
* My n a m e i s
They stare up at the ice, watch as it gets further and further away, and they wonder how long they'll be a squid this time.
It's not even their will that makes them call for help. They're not sure what it is. But they call nevertheless.]
Now You See Me (December)
He holds a trident, and he summons up fire to drown his child in it - his children, even. Their omen lingers behind them, looking up at Chara, more scared than an invulnerable thing should be.
Chara leaps forward and brings their knife down on the trident as SANTA tries to block, cutting it in half and allowing them to continue their onslaught. The world doesn't function like an RPG in Trench. Which means they can attack, and attack, and attack. It's not as devastating as their strikes normally are. Maybe that has something to do with the inky black tears dripping from their eyes or the desperation radiating from them.]
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Everyone counted on you! I̸̛̼̟̺̗͕̦͌̽͐̀̅̔̍̀̏͘ͅ ̵̢̢͙͙̜̩̦̹̱͉͎̼̻̦̈́͐ẅ̸̡̬͍͉̩͍̬͐̾͗ä̷̧̪̣̹́͆̒̃̅͛͊͌͆̈́̇͜͠s̷̢̨̡̩̦̞̥̫̗̍ ̵̧̧̢̢̝̞͕̠͎͓͙̬͕͔́̔̈́͠c̷̢̛̻͈̣̞͎͚͓̮̬̽̊̌̑͋̿o̷͖̗̅̎̍̍̿̓͑u̷̧̜͔͙͖̿̂̈́̀̍̓̈́̽̚̚͘̕͘͝n̶̢̙̭̂͑̋̈́͗̈ẗ̷͈̬̜͇̥̘́͆i̶̡̹̦̓̈́͛̒n̷̠̫͔̱͉̮̆͐g̵̢̧̘̘͙̩̳̰̭͈̥̗͒́͛̋́̓̔̍͆̓͛̋̚ ̴̨̖͙̜̯͕̣̍̍ơ̶̛̝͈͇̞͚̰͎̤̩̣̮̝̊̋̌̐́͛̕ͅń̴͉͚̠̐̓̄̏̈͜ ̶̨̧̝̺̠͕͙̻̭͙̖̤͇̔ÿ̴̧̡̮̙̳̜̣̹͉́͌͛͌̉ơ̷̙̬̬u̴̧̫̖͂͂̉̓̀͋̈́̇͊͒̚!
But you were no different from the rest, were you!? I don't forgive you. I'll NEVER forgive you!
[He bleeds. He shouldn't bleed, but he does, and Chara just keeps stabbing desperately even as the nightmare goes limp.]
no subject
When they find Chara, it's at the tail end of Chara's attack -- and they barely catch what they're saying. However, when they see just who or what Chara was attacking, they begin to understand just where that pain was coming from.
Slowly, they reach forward -- placing their hand on Chara's shoulder. They want to get their attention and let them know that they weren't alone. That there was no need to face this pain and anger by themselves.
That nightmare couldn't hurt them anymore. It was no longer moving. )
Slice of Life
Cult Classic (November)
Mushroom Harvesting (November)
Gift Shopping (December)
Revenge (December)
Winter Mourning
Happy Family
Angel's Sacrifice
Locked Tomb AU
Closed Prompts