everybody's waiting for the next surprise [Halloween Event: Begin]

[dustless]

Mist snakes its way through the castle halls, reaching even the gardens where the sun should banish it--but it could not even if it were day.

It is midnight.

The leaves are rustling, the wind is whispering, the moon is full and large and glaring orange through every open window. Everything has a chill. Not all, but some of the trees lose their green, disappearing into oranges and reds and browns, and many simply lose them altogether, bare branches scratching against the sky.

The mist keeps going, darker than clouds yet lighter than smoke. It creeps around the beings there, encircling them, sinking within--and then it is gone. Anyone awake to have witnessed it will find no evidence of anything unusual, and everyone asleep will feel normal...

...at first.

This will not last.

Frisk wakes just before dawn. No nightmare this time, even if they don't feel all that much more rested.

They get up and start their wandering through the halls. They itch. Their back hurts, and jaw hurts, and head hurts, and feet hurt. Or maybe ache's a better word, it's not that bad...maybe they did have a nightmare and thrashed around, but forgot when they woke up?

And that's when their back explodes into even worse itching and it feels like their skin's sloughing off and--then they're fine. They're fine. Except they feel the skin still--except it's not skin, because they can see it from the corner of their eye.

It's wings.

Throughout that first day, they're still walking around--they can't sit still, there's fire under their skin that keeps them moving, but they change and keep changing until they don't look much like themselves at all. Seems they're a demon now.

Maybe they should be afraid of this--and they are a little worried, yeah, but mostly they want to figure out how to use these brand-new wings.

//Event time! Characters are transformed into whatever you want them to be--but of course, if someone wants their character(s) to stay the same, that's fine! Even moreso, if you want to but just don't want them to be stuck in another form through the whole month, you can always just delay their transformation for a while.

If they do change, though, they're stuck that way until Halloween is over!

Have fun with the chaos, everybody!

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[itstheend]

Chara's clothes are rapidly becoming unrecognizably powder-white. There's a lot of mass to the human body that isn't bone, and it's all falling away through the gaps under his touch, almost with an hourglass hiss.

Dust spills out of an eyesocket, and with the blockage clear a small white spark springs to life in the depth. Chara automatically tries to blink as the vision it gives slowly comes into focus, and they do, but the 'lids' are bone as well, somehow.

The entire untransformed gooey mess that is half of their face, as well as everything else of them that's similarly incomplete, burns. But it's more manageable. Their thoughts are beginning to clear, and Papyrus is the most immediate object.

The first thing that comes to mind is utterly inane.

"Where is your armor?"

[dustless]

Frisk's...a little more steady at that. They're less agonized, if their voice is any indication.

They rock back a little. "He's...he's not the one you probably know. And--and they're not the one you know," they say, glancing back to him. Probably important to note this isn't the kid that murdered them, even if he's helping already.

[systematicsupport]

S-4 is only getting more overwhelmed and confused as time goes on. The light in their empty sockets at least gives them hope that they're alright. They're able to speak, they seem fine despite the flesh melting off their bones... It's like they're turning into a monster, which should be impossible for a human, but...

His attention is taken by Frisk and after a moment of doubt, he nods. If it's not the one that hurt them, then it's probably safe. He manages to look at Chara again.

"...I'm S-4. You can call me Papyrus too, but I used to be called S-4 before."

[itstheend]

"S-4," Chara repeats, a little dully. "A pleasure." The tone is dry. They manage to sit up properly, after two tries. Cold, invisible hands on their shoulders help steady them. "Kindly continue." They can grit their teeth and bear the proximity if it get this... stuff... off of them.

Speaking of...

They absently tug at the bone the other Frisk is holding, aiming to snatch it back, and look up at them, seeing them properly for the first time since this started. Their good eye narrows.

"...you're not Frisk. Who are you?"

Why do you sound like them?

[dustless]

They let them go, though their arm shifts around to try supporting them from dropping onto the floor. Good?

"...What? I'm Frisk. Just...changed?" They point at their horns before realizing what they probably actually meant. "...an' probably not the one you know either."

[systematicsupport]

"Ah... okay..."

He hates continuing on with this, but Chara seems to think it's okay, so he focuses his healing magic again, watching with a bit of confusion as Frisk has to explain they're a different Frisk.

"Um, yeah. Lots of people are changing a lot lately. I don't really know why, but my brother has wings now."

[itstheend]

It takes a second. They're still not fully up to speed, mentally speaking. But they look at 'Frisk' and swap the colours and... oh. It's the first one they met here.

"Ah."

Their vulnerable state, and the fact that two people saw them in it, fully smashes into Chara and they stiffen, sitting a little more upright. More effort is being put into tolerating not-Papyrus's presence around them, like a lion very patiently staying still while a thorn is removed. The second eyesocket sparks to life, and they brush some of the dust off their lap absently.

"Bone wings, I presume?"

Chara vaguely wonders what kind. There'd be an irony in either.

[dustless]

Frisk feels it more than sees it, and they breathe a sigh of relief--something must be going...not-bad, if they can move that much.

"Feathery ones," they answer for him. "Kinda pretty, too. Prettier than mine." But not as cool. Not that they'll say that.

"How, um, how d'you feel?"

[systematicsupport]

They... seem to be okay. As okay as a human-turned-skeleton can be, but S-4 wrings his hands anyways, looking between the two of them.

"I hope I... I helped..."

[itstheend]

It's done. Mostly. There's still a few scraps of flesh clinging, but that's enough. Chara slowly gets up, a tidal wave of dust cascading off them.

They move out of range of the other two. This time when their Frisk squeezes their shoulder, it's more a reminder than out of concern. They shake their skull.

"You did," they say bluntly. Ugh, they're in his debt now, him and other-Frisk. "Is everyone changing?" they ask of them both.

[dustless]

Oh--well that's nauseating, actually, and Frisk tumbles backwards to dodge the dust now that they've got enough thought in their head to manage it. It ends in an outright somersault, which they finish with their wings shooting them up to stand and start brushing it off. Yuck.

"Yeah. Maybe. Most people?" Frisk's noticed that Papyrus looks the same.