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364 days until--! [Halloween Event: End]
Nov. 1st, 2016 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dustless Midnight once more.
Silence falls, muting everything from the voices of the castle's inhabitants to the wind rushing through tree-branches and whirling around the Edge.
Mist bursts from every changed body, rising, leaving a tingle and a sort of numbness behind.
It hovers over the castle, a deeper sort of fog. The silence only deepens.
Until--in a single instant, it falls with an explosion of sound from everywhere at once, rushes through the windows and down the halls with hurricane force.
And then, it stops. The mist is gone. The noise of the castle is once again completely normal.
If anyone chooses to follow the path of destruction--and there will be one until the castle repairs itself the day after--it ends at a door.
The noise violently launches Frisk from sleep. After a few minutes of disorientation, they take stock of themselves.
They're still the same, but...no, actually, they're not. They're tired. They're sort of...empty-feeling. Because...because they're not angry. Why were they so mad all the time? No, that's a dumb question.
Frisk still has their wings and horns and tail for a while, that day. They spend it curled up on a couch in the library with their face buried in a cushion. They can't fly, they can't use their flames, their hooves ache.
And then...it all fades. Like sand blowing away in wind, or maybe snow in something warm, because none of the demon residue is left behind.
...Frisk's too tired to care.
//The Halloween transformation event is over! Hope everybody had some fun! And of course if anyone still has plans, feel free to make posts set in October! Just be sure to clearly label that it's been backdated~
And--click that link and scroll to the bottom of the rooms page for a new little option for some fun.>:3c
Silence falls, muting everything from the voices of the castle's inhabitants to the wind rushing through tree-branches and whirling around the Edge.
Mist bursts from every changed body, rising, leaving a tingle and a sort of numbness behind.
It hovers over the castle, a deeper sort of fog. The silence only deepens.
Until--in a single instant, it falls with an explosion of sound from everywhere at once, rushes through the windows and down the halls with hurricane force.
And then, it stops. The mist is gone. The noise of the castle is once again completely normal.
If anyone chooses to follow the path of destruction--and there will be one until the castle repairs itself the day after--it ends at a door.
The noise violently launches Frisk from sleep. After a few minutes of disorientation, they take stock of themselves.
They're still the same, but...no, actually, they're not. They're tired. They're sort of...empty-feeling. Because...because they're not angry. Why were they so mad all the time? No, that's a dumb question.
Frisk still has their wings and horns and tail for a while, that day. They spend it curled up on a couch in the library with their face buried in a cushion. They can't fly, they can't use their flames, their hooves ache.
And then...it all fades. Like sand blowing away in wind, or maybe snow in something warm, because none of the demon residue is left behind.
...Frisk's too tired to care.
//The Halloween transformation event is over! Hope everybody had some fun! And of course if anyone still has plans, feel free to make posts set in October! Just be sure to clearly label that it's been backdated~
And--click that link and scroll to the bottom of the rooms page for a new little option for some fun.>:3c