[Open] Unreasonable Behaviour

[vvaylon]

A . (for your character to end up a snack or escape and spread the word; indicate which in your subject line!)

He’s found the underwater lake. It’s nice, for the most part, but just like the fish in the river the fare is disappointingly slimy and unappetizing. Seeing as he hasn’t found the kitchen yet (a shame!)  he turns to the next source of food—those wandering about the castle. The first to go is a small white cat lazing about on a chair; tufts of fur remain on the floor, and he continues on. The castle is large enough to  send him on af ew circles; but finally, he sees someone down a hall, and makes his lumbering way towards them.

B. (for your character to lay a beatdown on Croc, or for Croc to lay a beatdown on your character….)

He takes to roaming the halls during the night. It’s quieter, the birds are asleep, he has free rein; it’s daresay, nice. He’s still angry. It bubbles up in his chest like a red foam, leads to clawmarks being engraved in the stone, chairs turned on their head or otherwise made into splinters.

Croc is a simple man, sometimes. Sometimes he likes to scheme and plot, and finds himself quite adept at that! Other times… well, other times, someone’s just gotta get their head caved in. Said someone is going to find a big, scaled surprise in the library.

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rest in pieces frisk

[mercybutton]

It takes a considerable amount of work, but they manage, and immediately take off between shelves. The way they move, the way they make contact with something before turning--seems a little odd, doesn't it?

Where's the exit, where's the exit--they have to get out of here before he makes them bleed or kills them, or both. (They don't fear dying, but it's painful and an inconvenience.) And the only way they can find their way out is by touch.

croc is having an attack of the conscience and he's not abt that bunk at all

[vvaylon]

When Croc was in the circus (not by his own choice) he'd made friendly-like with one of the wardens-- ringmasters, really, but he thought of them as wardens. It had just been bars after bars for him; trading sequins for orange was just cosmetic. The warden had been blind-- he moved around like Frisk did. Croc had bitten his head off and taken his keys and escaped, but not before slaughtering everyone at that circus who'd ever laughed at him.

With the exception of some of the acrobats and the other freaks, quite a lot of people.

Frisk, he realizes, is blind.

"You better run, runt!"

He dives forwards again and clips a bookshelf; books come tumbling down on him, providing Frisk with a direction not to go.

//insert lenny face//

[mercybutton]

Frisk yelps and whirls around, but too fast too soon and they slam face face first into a shelf. They stumble away dazedly, their nose bleeding.

But they keep running. The instinct to keep moving even when you've run into something is ingrained in them after all of the runs they've done. They keep moving, and shout:

"Why?!"

want to end it here?

[vvaylon]

Croc watches Frisk's retreating back from under a pile of books. And the bookshelf, but it'll be easily shrugged off as soon as he isn't so stunned.

"you better not come back in here again, runt!" He growls, shoulders the bookshelf to the side-- it crashes. "I won't miss next time!"