[Chara has been suspicious of this game since the drumming first started, and now they feel validated in their suspicions. They did their best to prepare, a vial of their blood to be used for blood magic, their knife and locket that never leaves them, and a specific designated savepoint in case the effects of this game need to be overwritten.
They don't drag anyone else into this, they make sure to do it as far away from Frisk as possible. But clearly there was someone passing by, just close enough to the small abandoned house they had decided to use as a starting point, because when they arrive in the game, a very familiar concept to them even if the genre is something completely different, they pinch the bridge of their nose at the sight of another person.]
Great. Messed up at stage one. [They raise their hand to access the reset button, deciding to skip the dramatics they often employ, but as soon as they turn back time, reversing the clock like a barely noticeable wave of deja vu...
They wind up only seconds in the past. Before they noticed their companion.] Hmm.
Guess we're stuck together.
(II. SHOW NO MERCY)
[Enemies, shaped like frogs. Granted, they're much bigger than the variety of the Underground, but Chara still only looks at them and sees EXP. Even after the months they've spent here, that feeling will never change.
The frog goes to attack, to swallow Chara whole with it's long tongue, but Chara slashes at it with the Real Knife and it recoils in pain. Chara responds by shifting between the trees and burying the dagger into it's stomach, causing it to choke and die.
They look up, wiping blood off their face, when they see another frog harassing a stranger, or perhaps even their companion, and they let out a frustrated sigh and rush to their aid.]
Keep it busy! I'll finish it off!
(III. THERE IS NO SIGN OF LAND.)
[They were doing well until now. Combat was a concept they understand well, and the survivalist challenges were something they were fairly sure they could deal with.
And then the water came. They attempted to climb up, naturally, but out of pure bad luck, their foot snagged on a root and they tripped over as the water came rushing. They're swallowed up by the waves, and you might even mistake them for drowned, but they emerge, clutching onto a rock for dear life.
Only they're missing something.] No!
[They spy the board, hurtling down stream into oblivion, and they look half tempted to go join it. Still, they clearly need some help escaping the water, as it's only rising and they won't keep their grip for long.]
(IV. BECOMES THE HUNTED.)
[They've been travelling for... days at this point, having eventually reclaimed their board after a harrowing encounter with some evil mosquitoes. They're sitting in camp with whoever they've found, looking to the world like they're resting quieter than the dead.
Then they hear it. The cocking of a gun. They'd wondered what the challenge was... PVP? One thing's for sure, they're being hunted.
Chara's mind is a single track, and within a moment their dagger is in their hand, and their eyes scan the treeline.] We're under attack.
[Despite the rather simple response, there is lethal intent radiating off their words. Anyone who approaches them like they're the prey is only asking to be snuffed out.]
(IN MY GARDEN) | JUMANJI (OPEN)
[Chara has been suspicious of this game since the drumming first started, and now they feel validated in their suspicions. They did their best to prepare, a vial of their blood to be used for blood magic, their knife and locket that never leaves them, and a specific designated savepoint in case the effects of this game need to be overwritten.
They don't drag anyone else into this, they make sure to do it as far away from Frisk as possible. But clearly there was someone passing by, just close enough to the small abandoned house they had decided to use as a starting point, because when they arrive in the game, a very familiar concept to them even if the genre is something completely different, they pinch the bridge of their nose at the sight of another person.]
Great. Messed up at stage one. [They raise their hand to access the reset button, deciding to skip the dramatics they often employ, but as soon as they turn back time, reversing the clock like a barely noticeable wave of deja vu...
They wind up only seconds in the past. Before they noticed their companion.] Hmm.
Guess we're stuck together.
(II. SHOW NO MERCY)
[Enemies, shaped like frogs. Granted, they're much bigger than the variety of the Underground, but Chara still only looks at them and sees EXP. Even after the months they've spent here, that feeling will never change.
The frog goes to attack, to swallow Chara whole with it's long tongue, but Chara slashes at it with the Real Knife and it recoils in pain. Chara responds by shifting between the trees and burying the dagger into it's stomach, causing it to choke and die.
They look up, wiping blood off their face, when they see another frog harassing a stranger, or perhaps even their companion, and they let out a frustrated sigh and rush to their aid.]
Keep it busy! I'll finish it off!
(III. THERE IS NO SIGN OF LAND.)
[They were doing well until now. Combat was a concept they understand well, and the survivalist challenges were something they were fairly sure they could deal with.
And then the water came. They attempted to climb up, naturally, but out of pure bad luck, their foot snagged on a root and they tripped over as the water came rushing. They're swallowed up by the waves, and you might even mistake them for drowned, but they emerge, clutching onto a rock for dear life.
Only they're missing something.] No!
[They spy the board, hurtling down stream into oblivion, and they look half tempted to go join it. Still, they clearly need some help escaping the water, as it's only rising and they won't keep their grip for long.]
(IV. BECOMES THE HUNTED.)
[They've been travelling for... days at this point, having eventually reclaimed their board after a harrowing encounter with some evil mosquitoes. They're sitting in camp with whoever they've found, looking to the world like they're resting quieter than the dead.
Then they hear it. The cocking of a gun. They'd wondered what the challenge was... PVP? One thing's for sure, they're being hunted.
Chara's mind is a single track, and within a moment their dagger is in their hand, and their eyes scan the treeline.] We're under attack.
[Despite the rather simple response, there is lethal intent radiating off their words. Anyone who approaches them like they're the prey is only asking to be snuffed out.]