I ROSE UP FROM THE DEAD (I DO IT ALL THE TIME)

[the_obedient_servant]

Who: Chara + Others
What: Chara comes back to life and mopes, then decides to do mad science before being pulled into two different secondary locations. (March catch-all with closed and open prompts.)
When: All across march.
Where: All across Trench.

Content Warnings: References to child death, suicidal ideation, depression, misanthropy, child soldiers.

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[the_obedient_servant]

[Isn't that a question? The answer, of course, is nothing. Theoretically, they continue to exist. Forever. Purposeless, having fallen out of relevancy long ago. Maybe there's a world in which Frisk found a way to give them a body, and they lived together on the surface, and Chara recovered and became a better person. Maybe they would have grown up into an adult, had any of the experiences a kid was supposed to. Maybe they would have gotten married (?), had kids of their own, passed on the cycle of abuse or halted it.

But it's all a hypothetical. Nothing that happens outside the game means a damn thing. It's just a happy lie to satisfy the anomaly.]

It's not a foolish question.

I don't know the answer exactly. I assume I'd cease to exist. [They shrug.

They're at peace with dying. They never should have come back in the first place.]

[devilmind]

Oh. [ Said with quiet puzzlement. It doesn't sound like a fair or efficient system to the Operator. Why should the Guide fulfill their role if the completion of it means destruction? But then, the Guide doesn't seem particularly upset by their circumstances; maybe such arrangements are normal in their own universe.

They contemplate it for a few seconds more: a being made to serve a single purpose, with no existence outside of it. The idea makes them think of Cephalons in their own universe or perhaps the Sentients before they had rebelled. But the Guide is not a machine nor a construct of light. The Operator glances at them again, gaze searching. ]

Are you made of magic as well?

[the_obedient_servant]

[At this point, they might as well be made of magic. They are brimming with magical power, after-all. Destruction, erosion, endings. DF, AT, HP, GLD. Whenever a number rises, whenever your strength increases, they are called.

They shrug. It's not as if they're particularly inclined to share that.]

My soul is. All human souls are.

What is your role, if I might ask?

[devilmind]

[ The Guide is human, then—or at least, they have a human soul. That doesn't necessarily rule out them being something similar to a Cephalon, but it does narrow things down somewhat.

At the question, the Operator can't help a small smile from appearing on their face. It's the first time since they arrived here that someone has asked about their identity in a way they feel comfortable answering. ]

I am the Operator, the will that moves the Warframes—though, only a few people know me by that name. [ Really, it's only Ordis and the Lotus. And now, the Guide. To the Operator's mind, it is the truest description of their role, the most exact and impartial name for what they are—which is precisely why most don't know of it. ] Others call me the Dreamer. Or the Betrayer.

[ They shrug. If any of those names bother them, they don't show it. ]

I suppose they all make sense, in their own way.