buttercup_eater: (* You can't give up...)
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((trigger warnings for things like suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, and general mental instability. chara is not a happy camper in this.))

At some point after Tauriel locks them up, Chara falls asleep. They don't remember doing so, nor are they sure how long they sleep. All they know is waking up swathed in sheets and a worn blanket, with the light of a sunrise falling across their face.
 
 
The sunlight pisses them off.
 
Everything seems to make them angry at first, even things that they know on a logical level are inconsequential. The bedside stand with the wobbly leg annoys them, so they smash it against the wall. An empty flowerpot kept on the windowsill irritates Chara with its sheer pointless emptiness, so they throw it across the room, where it shatters into hundreds of clay shards. The spare candles in the closet fall to the ground and make an aggravating rattling noise when they roll across the floor after Chara accidentally dislodges them, so they scrape a few against a corner of the room until they're reduced to nothing more than a pile of wax shavings and wicks, then toss the rest out the window in a fit of frustrated impatience.
 
Eventually they run out of things they can easily break, so they work off their constant simmer of rage by spending the days pacing around and around the tiny tower room, slamming themselves into the walls whenever the urge takes them. At one point they notice a hangnail on one of their fingers and bite it off, and that slowly turns into a regular habit, biting and chewing the skin around their nails until their fingers grow quite raw and unpleasant looking.
 
Anyone who tries to visit them during this period is met with nothing but hostility.
 
They stay awake for long periods of time, silently prowling their room until they grow too exhausted to stand, and then they sleep, restlessly dreaming of dust and poison and chasing and being chased.
 
(A few dreams manage to stand out, however, ones where things aren't entirely awful and, strangely, they usually involve speaking with the residents of the castle, such as Frisk or Grune. Chara doesn't mention these dreams to anyone.)
 
* * *
 
Bit by bit, the exhaustion manages to even overtake the rage.
 
Chara ceases their pacing entirely and stops trying to break the furniture, although they do push their bed right up to the window so that they can sit there and lean on the windowsill. They spend their days watching the clouds drift through the sky and biting their fingers, until one of their guards- a big hairy beast with wings called the Batman- gives them a pair of brown leather gloves to help them stop. After that they work on curbing their tendencies and spend their time staring out the window sans finger biting.
 
And while they don't become amiable, the boredom grows bad enough that they stop putting deliberate effort into driving any visitors away. Watching someone talk at you is better than nothing, they suppose.
 
Chara wonders if that's a sign that they've been in the tower too long.
 
 
* * *
 

They come to the decision that they need to start experimenting. They already know they can't force their way out of the tower, but they know a possible loophole they can test: What happens if they die?
 
Chara's not sure if they will wake up outside the tower or not, but they at least know they don't necessarily wake up in the same location as their body and it's not as if they have anything to lose by trying.
 
Of course, finding a method is difficult. There's nothing to poison themselves with, the bars prevent them from jumping out of the tower, and the guards are careful to keep sharp objects away from them.
 
In the end, they choose a rather passive suicide method: they stop eating and drinking.
 
Any water and food they get given is ignored until Chara's guards turn their backs, after which Chara calmly scrapes everything into the privy. They think they read once that a human will die after three days without water and food- or was that three weeks? Three months? In the spirit of scientific curiosity, they decide to pay more careful attention to the passage of time.
 
Oddly, their decision seems to cheer them up. They start to find little things to keep them occupied. They push their bed back against the wall and save crumbs of bread and similar things to scatter on the windowsill, in the hopes of attracting birds to watch. When they have the energy, they do push-ups. On the occasion that neither of their guards are around they sing snippets of songs they can remember- or even when their guards are around, albeit under their breath.
 
And maybe, just maybe, they receive the odd visitor to distract them from the growing pains in their stomach.

first phase

Date: 2016-03-29 04:01 am (UTC)
dustless: (my determination)
From: [personal profile] dustless
Sometimes, Tauriel has things to do. Sometimes, so does the Batman.

Frisk tries to keep an eye out to see if there's a proper schedule, but an odd, fluttering anxiousness in their chest paired with their strange dreams (which they have yet to learn are shared) has them take a risk. They simply sneak away, stealing up the stairs to Chara's tower once they see a flash of Tauriel down a hall, and hope they won't need to deal with Batman. They've had enough of eavesdropping lately.
Edited Date: 2016-03-29 08:46 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2016-04-11 05:10 am (UTC)
dustless: (visible silence)
From: [personal profile] dustless
They jump. Fortunately, they're a few steps away from the stairs to actually risk slipping and dealing with a dangerous tumble.

Are they trying to break out? That wouldn't be surprising. Even if the sound wasn't something smashing directly into the door.

...Anyway. They still have stuff they want to talk about, so they sneak their way to the door until their face is half-pressed against it. "Chara?"

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Date: 2016-04-25 03:19 pm (UTC)
dustless: (Default)
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They wonder if anyone else tried to visit. They...really hope Sans hasn't.

"It's Frisk." There's no cracks in the door to peer through, but they let their face slide until they can try squinting through the keyhole. "What're you doing?"

oh no their innocent ears

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good thing frisk barely cares

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Date: 2016-03-29 08:36 pm (UTC)
demonthatcomes: I am what you want me to be and I'm your worst fear (Photograph)
From: [personal profile] demonthatcomes
Sooner or later, they have to meet this "other Chara." As long as they were still in prison, this is the best chance they have of meeting them in a controlled setting, on their own terms. It takes an incredible amount of patience on their part, but they're able to learn Tauriel and Batman's patterns in order to sneak past them. Finally, they're meeting themself face to face outside the prison door.

"Greetings."

TW: Mild dissociation

Date: 2016-04-12 06:26 am (UTC)
demonthatcomes: I am what you want me to be and I'm your worst fear (Fear)
From: [personal profile] demonthatcomes
The door not having bars to peek through is bit of a mixed blessing, Chara decided. On one hand, this could be a trick, though they had no reason to think it might be. On the other, actually seeing themself, in the flesh, would've been... disorienting. As if they didn't already question reality and whether or not they were actually a part of it. Really, it's for the best they met in prison, and not suddenly having a mirror shoved in front of yourself in a time and place where you're vulnerable. Now that they think of it, would this alternate version of them think the same way they do? If they could actually see them from the other side of the door, would the other Chara also freeze and feel themself being pulled away from their own body? Would they find themself floating from above observing the two of them just standing there and staring at each other?

Chara doesn't remember what they sounded like younger. All they know is this voice is different from theirs.

"I won't pretend I know your situation, and I'm not going to bother giving you pity. I'm here because I had to know if you're another version of me. I am Chara. If the castle isn't lying, you are too." Welp, not the best way to go about it. Might as well get it over with though.
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Date: 2016-04-26 01:42 pm (UTC)
demonthatcomes: It's only blood; I have plenty left (Sad)
From: [personal profile] demonthatcomes
Let's see... they could tell Chara the story of the child who slept in the dirt, one which they not only know, but goddamn lived. What would be the point of sharing their Tragic Backstory if they're the same? They don't need to be reminded how their plan failed. They don't need to be reminded of their best friend's last-minute betrayal resulting in their deaths. They don't need to be reminded how even in death, the fact they used to exist made everyone miserable.

Words are meaningless. What Chara needed is proof.

They undo their locket and slide it beneath the door.

"Give it back when you're done." Their words lace with warning. If it truly is a version of Chara, they wouldn't dare damage what is most precious to them.

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Date: 2016-04-26 03:00 am (UTC)
lightofthestars: (A poor suggestion.)
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This child is wearying her patience beyond all other people she has known. She has spent more time than she would truly wish making their prison comfortable, and all her efforts have been for naught.

In the end, it is their choice to live or die--yet to allow them to starve would grieve Frisk, and that she cannot bear.

Though it is not her turn to set a watch upon Chara's door, still she returns to the tower. She needs to speak with the Batman, to see what must be done.

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Date: 2016-05-17 05:49 pm (UTC)
andthebat: (Fuzzy - Dubious)
From: [personal profile] andthebat
The Batman stands outside the door, keeping himself busy with a book from the library. Or at least, he attempts to, but his mind keeps wandering back to the state of the prisoner on the other side of the door.

Chara had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, something they'd been spending a lot of their time doing. It technically makes things peaceful compared to the early days of their imprisonment and yet, knowing the source of their lethargy only leaves Batman agitated every time they collapse.

It isn't as if he hasn't tried to induce Chara to eat, but neither coaxing nor intimidation has had much of an effect. He has to admit he'd be impressed by their willpower if only they ever channeled it in nondestructive ways.

Preoccupied as he might be by his brooding, Batman's still alert to any activity and he easily catches the sound of footsteps coming up the tower. He lowers his book, and watches until Tauriel's finally within view.

"Tauriel," he greets her, "You're here early." A bit of a surprise- while she's never been late or complained, he's suspected more than once that this job isn't one she cares for.

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Date: 2016-05-19 06:49 pm (UTC)
lightofthestars: (Movement.)
From: [personal profile] lightofthestars
She nods, then says, "Something must be done about Chara. Matters cannot stay as they are."

There is no need to say which matters about which she speaks. It is plain to both.

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Date: 2016-06-03 08:14 am (UTC)
andthebat: (Default)
From: [personal profile] andthebat
It is.

Batman shuts his book. "If you have any suggestions, go ahead and voice them," he says briskly. "I've considered the possibility that we'll have to start forcing Chara to eat, but long-term that could worsen their psychological state."

Although considering Chara's violent tendencies and the fact they're in the midst of a drawn-out suicide attempt, it's hard to imagine what Chara in a worse state would be like.

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Date: 2016-06-03 06:45 pm (UTC)
lightofthestars: (Let us speak.)
From: [personal profile] lightofthestars
"Yet surely if they die, that can be no better."

She has not asked Frisk what their spirit had found while they were dead. She has not dared. But she does not think it was good.

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Date: 2016-08-11 11:43 pm (UTC)
andthebat: (Fuzzy - Calm)
From: [personal profile] andthebat
"Mm," is all the Batman says. He doesn't disagree, really- but they're stuck in a situation with very few good options.

He shifts the subject slightly to ask "Have they said anything to you about it?"

Chara's either stayed silent on the subject of their food avoidance or, when Batman's tried confronting them, rigidly stuck to blatantly false excuses like "I'm not hungry." It seems unlikely that they might have slipped anything about their motivations to Tauriel, but it doesn't hurt to ask.
lostinmyway: (I believe in promises)
From: [personal profile] lostinmyway
Tauriel hadn't seemed very happy to let her visit Chara. She isn't sure why. But after a while, Tauriel had agreed to let her speak with Chara through the door, and she had even gone down the stairs a little to give them some privacy. She had been hoping to go inside, but...this is all right for now.

She knocks on the door and calls, "Chara?"

Are they awake?
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From: [personal profile] regalduchess
It's when Chara's hungry that Duchess appears. She's small enough to walk the stuck-out stones making up the castle walls. There's actually a fair few amount, enough that when she sets her sights on the tower it only takes her a few minutes to scale the walls.

The height, truthfully, is a bit intimidating-- but Duchess is a cat, and cats have an uncanny ability to always land on their feet.

She slides between the bars and notices someone inside.

A child. Is this their room?

"Hello." She's still by the window. "How are you?"

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Date: 2016-09-27 04:03 pm (UTC)
regalduchess: (pic#10068713)
From: [personal profile] regalduchess
Duchess, climbing the tower, seems to have frightened away the birds. Sortry, Chara!

She drops onto the floor and pads around the room, noting how the door seems very securely shut; but why for? Something to ask about later, perhaps.

"Perfectly well." She echoes with a silvery purr-- tail brushes against their ankle, curls.

"What a quaint little room." Sits, at Chara's feet and butts up against their waist.

"How long have you been here?" She means the castle, but it's open-ended enough that Chara can say near whatever they please.

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Date: 2016-10-03 04:07 pm (UTC)
regalduchess: (Default)
From: [personal profile] regalduchess
Duchess knows she's being watched intently, with the sort of intensity offered only by a bored child.

She returns the gaze, though notably softer and tempered with gentleness. "A while?"

A while. This isn't a place to keep a child. (And by now she suspects that they're being kept) perhaps in a time out, perhaps something more severe than that.

"Are you feeling alright, dear?"

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