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Chara wakes up covered in bones.

This wasn't a good place to wake up, considering everything, and they spend a minute thrashing trying to get to their feet and dodge attacks that aren't there.

*Chara, it's okay it's just...
*...I don't know where this is.

"You don't have to sound so concerned about it."

*No, you don't understand!
*I've been everywhere in the Underground!
*Where did... what... how many people are here!?

"Don't think about it," Chara recommends, and starts walking, their passenger wincing with every crunch. When the clouds part and blue sky becomes visible both of them spend some time just staring at it.

A perhaps familiar-looking striped child explores the castle, looking on edge, keeping to the shadows and trying to avoid the sounds of people (likely with mixed success given they will occasionally stop to mutter to, apparently, themselves). Where they find food, they try to cram as much as possible into their pockets, and they're on the lookout for weapons - although they keep a tight grip on their Stick which has been crudely sharpened to a point.

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Want food? See the Candy Room! Anyone with a half-functioning nose can smell the sweetness wafting through the castle several halls away.

If they decide to follow the scent, they'll find another kid in a striped sweater, holding...candy canes? No, forks made of peppermint. Specifically, they're trying to balance them on a little toothpick in their hand. (It's not going well.)

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Chara's nose is very good, for a human, and they are immediately drawn.

They glance through the doorway at an angle out of habit - always pays to know what's inside a room before entering - and freeze.

*It's... me?

"Frisk?"

Suddenly the world seems less real. If Frisk is out there, who's in here? Is it just Chara? A shapeshifting monster? This is a dream? It's probably a dream. Unbeknownst to them they've come to be standing directly in the doorway. And then they notice what the double is holding.

"...what are you doing."

Edited (whoops icon) Date: 2016-09-14 10:16 pm (UTC)

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Frisk turns and glances over their shoulder.

Yes, it is Frisk. Wearing a green scarf, for some reason.

"Hi. Chara." And with a tiny voice.

...Which Chara is this? Pretty sure it's not the one that killed them. Or the friend who napped with them in their secret hideout. One that knows them, though, so they're not overly concerned.

"Trying to balance the things. Remembered I saw somebody do it a long time ago, in a science show or something, and wanted to try it. But I don't remember how."

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*This is weird.

There's no arguments from Chara's quarters there. The green scarf actually reminds them of the loud skeleton (*Papyrus) a little, even if this not-Frisk is anything but loud. Maybe Frisk should take a leaf out of their book.

There's an internal hurt huff of a silence.

"Perhaps you should try balancing it on your head," Chara says, half-seriously. They recall their Frisk managing to balance a ball on theirs, although they might not be able to do it on their own. They walk into the room and start poking at various confectionary before trying to eat a rock-sugar knife.

*You're going to cut your tongue.

"I don't care," they say, offhand, as if it was a corollary of the previous sentence. The next is addressed entirely to the new-Frisk, nodding at, well, the entire room. "Tell me, whose idea was this?"

A nicely ambiguous question for someone trying to get as much information as possible while seeming as little out of the loop as they can.

Edited (one day i am gonna remember i have icons immediately) Date: 2016-09-15 01:58 am (UTC)

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dustless

Frisk considers this idea half-seriously as well. "...Maybe later. 'S not the goal."

That'I don't care' does sound sort of like a late addition. A little rude, but they can't really bring themselves to even pretend to be bothered by it.

A couple of of the peppermint prongs snaps off, clattering onto the hard chocolate counter. Frisk gives it an annoyed look before popping the rest of the fork into their mouth, where it hangs like a ridiculously oversized cigarette.

"...candy room? I dunno. Same person or thing that made the whole castle, I guess." They shrug. "Are you new?"

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Frisk makes a small noise of amusement in the back of Chara's head at this other them's (???) completely managing to obviate Chara's sidestepping. Chara, for their part, hisses as they do, indeed, cut their tongue, before folding their arms.

"You could say that," they say, unwilling to straight out say it. If you're known to be new, you can be taken advantage of. "Who is it that made the castle? That pile of bones outside?"

There's an internal shiver from Frisk.

*I wonder what happened to them...

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dustless

Frisk glances towards the door at the mention of the bones, even though the graveyard's probably pretty far away right now. Definitely not within sight of the candy room's doorway, at least.

"Dunno." They realize this is an entirely unsatisfactory answer, but they don't...have anything better to say. Nobody knows anything, except maybe the castle's alive-ish.

"Castle's a big...weird...thing. Mystery. Did anybody explain all the stuff yet?"

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Chara shrugs off irritation at the non-answer, and starts chewing on a spoon instead. Tastes like blood and sugar. They lean themselves on the table.

"You are the first person I have seen here, so it seems that would fall to you." As usual, they think but don't say.

*You're a mystery!

"You can start with how you yourself came to be here." The tone is just a tad hard. What is this Frisk-not-Frisk?

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dustless

No offense--it'll take a lot to get them bothered by now. Everyone's a bit freaked out when they first show up, and everyone takes it differently.

"Same way you did. And everybody. We just woke up here." The end of the fork bobs with every syllable, but they don't notice. "There's people from different timelines, different worlds. There's even a few of the same people already."

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