[halloween event] seems these two got the good end of the stick

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When Frisk wakes up, it's with extra weight on their head and... the feeling of extra bones and extra skin. Fur. Fur and more legs and a significant lack of toes and also their sweater is missing, because they can feel the wind on their arms.

They jolt upwards from the spot they've settled in the forest, and spend several minutes balancing the new weight--their neck muscles must have strengthened, because despite what must be at least an extra five pounds of solid something, they can swivel around their head as if it's been this way all their life.

Frisk tries to stand up. Legs. Four of them. And they feel... weird.

It doesn't take long for them to figure out they've got a new set of limbs, that their spine has extended, that they've become something like a centaur. It takes Flowey (who's turned into something with three faces, judging by the sound)to tell them they look like a deer.

The second they stand up, a hoof(?????) kicks something on the ground, and suddenly, they see. Darkness has lit up with lines of white that outline their surroundings in a... very odd way, outlining silhouettes in the form that makes it nigh impossible to pick out details, especially since that bush looks like it's part of the tree, but it's more than they've had in a long, long time.

Frisk picks up the staff of crescent metal with the lantern at the end that lights up their new sight, and they walk.

And once they get used to having four legs, they run. Laughing. Without fear of running into something, without fear of falling off of something, without fear. And the blue fire that burns in their lantern and between their giant antlers sparks a trail of orange smoke as they go.




When he wakes up, he can... feel. A body. He has a body.
And he... sees. With three faces. He has three faces and three mouths and six eyes, what--what the hell? If he turns hard enough he can look himself in the face. (And spends the next half hour making faces at himself.)

Then he looks down, and sees legs. Stubby little clawed legs, but legs. He may not have arms, but he has legs! Glorious legs--he doesn't need to be carried anymore, and no solid stone foundation can stop him.

Frisk wakes up and they're confused, Flowey makes a snide remark about deer after watching them fumble around. He talks about having legs now and trips five times. Frisk finds something he's never seen before and almost immediately take off with that weird bobby deer tail bouncing behind them.

He almost immediately runs into the castle to terrorize the ballroom, eating sweets as he pleases. Someone stop him from spitting frosting-covered jewelry everywhere.

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Chara has no idea if they can even eat like this but apparently despite not having a stomach right now they can still get hungry, and whether that means they're supposed to consume something or it's habit they have no idea but they're going to try anyway.

Which is why they come to a halt in the doorway because that. Sure is a monster with terrible table manners. It seems strangely familiar, and they mentally prod Frisk before remembering that Frisk is currently separate from them, and also probably on the other side of the castle.

Hello Flowey, have a dust-covered skeleton staring at you. Have a dust-covered skeleton shrugging and giving you and your confectionary carnage a wide berth to try and eat a cupcake, only to make a noise of frustration and kick the table when it just comes out the bottom of their jaw.

[overandoverandover]

The three (two, actually, one is still eating) faces each make their own expression, speaking in a strange pattern--one will drop off mid-sentence and be picked up by another. Nor does he have any idea it's Chara. "Golly, you must not have been dead for that long if you're trying that. Didn't anyone tell you skeletons don't eat human food?"

[itstheend]

That's a strangely familiar diction. Their eyesockets narrow (they can't believe they can do that still, considering everything) and they roll the thankfully caught and rather squished cupcake between their palms, before realising they're getting bits of it stuck between their metacarpals and quickly, unceremoniously dropping it on the floor. Wiping their hands on their hanging clothes only succeeds in covering the bits in dust, and Chara resigns themself to having to pick them out by hand later.

They try not to think about what might happen if they're still there if this reverses itself. It's pretty obvious they got nothing resembling a manual for this at all.

"Oh yes, I was warned and decided to try it anyway." Despite their lack of vocal chords, Chara's voice hasn't changed at all. Their eyelights roll in their sockets to cover their embarrassment; one good thing about this is they can't blush at all now. "How am I supposed to know the difference, genius."

Monster food and human food look the same, feel the same. Mostly taste the same. You never really know until you swallow, in their experience, although they're unsure if monsters have a way.

[overandoverandover]

He hesitates.

Then he keeps rolling with it. A head spits out an ornate bracelet, which clatters onto the floor, covered in mushy cake bread and frosting. Apparently, he makes spit.

"What makes you think the Castle makes anything monster food?" Flowey kicks a pastry in their direction, because he can. And it'd be funny if it landed in their eye socket, which is what he was aiming for, but it probably won't--he's only had legs for so long. "Saayyyy, which one are you?"

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"Because there's monsters here, dumbass, and by all accounts they aren't starving." There's a huff accompanying the words. Chara doesn't actually know if they're starving or not, but the other Frisk seemed unconcerned when telling them there was at least one Sans and Papyrus here, so they assume that wasn't a problem.

And then the pastry comes flying at them and Chara reacts purely on instinct. They FIGHT the pastry. Which is to say they reflexively punch it. Bits of it and a ring go flying everywhere. Yet more food gets stuck in the gaps between their hand-bones. Nobody is happy with this. Flowey is getting fixed with a flat glare, and then the eyes above their fixed grin shift such that it becomes mischievous. Oh, it is on. You might regret this.

Chara picks up and wings an entire pie at him.

"I'm the one who is going to cream you," they say. Honestly though, they don't know what might make them different from any other Chara here.

[overandoverandover]

You see, the thing is, Flowey's usual method of "dodging" was retreating into the soil and reappearing somewhere else. But he can't do that right now.

So he's standing there as the pie beans him right in his left face.

"You're asking to be pummeled with pastries," his rightmost chimes. Damn, if only he got arms, too.

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Chara cackles. Direct hit! They quickly follow up with another. Maybe they can get all three of the monster's faces! And it doesn't seem like it's going to use bullets, either, which is interesting.

"Are we sure you aren't talking about yourself?" they say as they throw. They really did luck out in the arms department, didn't they? Imagine if they'd turned into a Moldsmal!

[overandoverandover]

Don't hold your breath, Chara. He deftly dodges the next one--the same trick won't work twice, you know, and now he's scooping up a cake by the plate in his mouth and hurling it at Chara, a trick he's perfected in his many years.

Which is followed by nothing less than thirty bullets, because Flowey is a sore loser.

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Chara eats their words, eats cake, and eats the floor in rapid succession, which probably is a good thing because being knocked over by a cake means the majority of the bullets miss them.

Oh yeah. There's the bullets. There's the pain. There's their HP hanging on by a thread. Just like old times!

Plus the added bonus of cake in their eyesockets. That's a fun sensation. After a moment of lying there dazed that they can't afford and curse themselves for, they blindly grab for the nearest table and topple it over in front of them, spilling food everywhere but hopefully creating enough of a shield to give them enough time to clear the gunk out to see.

[overandoverandover]

Flowey cackles. "Lost your nerve?" he sings, his voice high and grating. "Oh wait--you don't have any!"

He shoots several bullets at the table, splintering the wood but not piercing it. He jumps off the table and romps across the stone, purposely creating as much nose as he can with his claws against the floor.

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It's a bird, it's a plane... no actually, it's a bird, being flipped at you from the parapet of the table, Flowey. It's withdrawn when the bullets start hitting the front of it, and Chara scoops out the last of the cake to the anthem of strikes and stomps.

All this food surrounding them, and none of it can be used to heal. Someone somewhere is laughing at them. Probably that monster.

Now sure would be a good time for magic, new form! He sure wouldn't sound so smug smashed into a wall!

Nothing happens.

Chara's scrappy, but they do have a prudent streak. There's simply not enough HP to stick around and gamble with. So with a sort of constant grinding screech, the table starts slowly moving backwards towards the door.

[overandoverandover]

Yeah, you get outta here! He laughs from all three faces, an ungodly and cacophonous sound. Flowey runs up (and it's quite a silly run too with those stubby legs), his talons clacking against the tile. He croons from right behind the table. "Ya haven't got magic?"

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The laughter finally makes it click. That damned yellow composite.

"I did not need it to cut you to shreds!" A table Chara yells. They haven't stopped their painfully slow sojourn to the door, and are even angrier with themselves. Their tone missed the ballpark of 'cool, scary retort' and landed directly in 'petulance that inadvertantly reveals a sore spot' land. Ftl.

They draw their stick from their belt and resume pulling with only one hand. If he comes over the top, they're gonna stick it in an eye, see if they don't.

[trombones]

Meanwhile, a stout human makes his way down the ballroom. It's not long before he sees the three-headed... something that Flowey turned into. Sans recognizes the faces. Whatever happened to him, though, he looks pretty happy about it.

The former skeleton stoops down to pick up some of the jewelry that Flowey had already spat out. He wipes it off his pants and tries putting it on a finger. Too bad his fingers are too stubby to fit. He makes a face.

"Huh. Even human and I can't wear this stuff."

At least his voice didn't change much. It occurs to him then that he hasn't tried eating yet. He looks back to Flowey.

"Ya got anymore left?"

[overandoverandover]

Sans gets a hunk of mooncake Flowey was halfway through eating for his efforts.

It looks like there's several earrings sticking out of it, though. And a bracelet too small for him.

All those yellow petals he has now are covered in pastry.

[trombones]

"Hey, thanks."

Joke's on you, Sans is disgusting!!

He takes it and bites into it. Whoah. Okay. He's used to the monster way of eating just a little too much, so his bite of cake kind of just... sits there for a moment until Sans realizes he's not absorbing it. Oh, right. Humans swallow stuff. He tried that.

"... Huhmph."

He starts pulling the bracelets and earrings out and glances back to Flowey.

"So what kinda monster are you supposed to be now?"

The pocket kind????

[overandoverandover]

"Wow, who'd have thought you're even worse as a human."

Wink!!!!! okay whatever he's stomped his foot into half of a spongecake and is flinging crumbs everywhere.

"I don't care what I am now, but I can't be restrained by a stupid pot anymore. I can run wherever I want!"

[trombones]

Sans winks back!!! That's his only response to that.

"You kinda look like a tree with feet. I think you evolved or something."

The former skeleton, completely undettered by the crumbs and spongecake everywhere, finishes the half-eaten cake. Slowly, albeit, still getting used to how humans eat. He wipes the remains off on his jacket.

"I dunno, flower monster are kind of out of my expertise. Man, having skin is weird."

[overandoverandover]

"So does having two extra faces, but you don't see me complaining."

One of Flowey's faces side-eyes Sans with no short amount of disgust. He may be a soulless flower, but he's a soulless flower with standards.

[trombones]

"What, I can't complain a little? I'm wonderin' what happened, same as anyone else."

Sans eyes the face back, then reaches out to lightly poke the top of its head. His head. Whatever, he's got three of them.

"Well. You don't feel like a plant anymore. So do you just pick one head to do the talking for you, or what?"

[overandoverandover]

It feels like flower leaves. He tries to bite at Sans, to no avail.

"It doesn't matter to me," he says, all three speaking in unison.

Then, back to singular: "I can pick all three, or two at once.

[trombones]

"Wow."

Sans blinks. He wipes the mooncake off the jewelry just a little more and slips it over the wrist of his jacket. Gross. He loves it.

He moves onto the cakes nearby to cut himself a slice.

"I can't decide if that's creepy, or if you could start a really good barbershop quartet."