[Halloween Event]
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castle_perraultHello Castle Perraulteans, there's a skeleton in your fountain. A very unhappy skeleton. Chara thought to wash all the dust covering them off, since even though it was all their own (the human body has quite a large amount of mass that isn't bone it turns out) it was probably the equivalent of being covered head to foot in blood, which would definitely raise Questions.
So, pros. The dust is off, and currently turning the water a sort of sparkling cloudiness that will last until the water cycles. They can actually see the green and yellow of their sweater again!
Cons. Being very used to skin, the downsides to swimming like this were not readily apparent to Chara. Which is to say there's water in their skull. They can feel it sloshing. It's coming out their eyesockets. They did not want this, and they're currently hanging over the lip of the fountain, shaking their skull frantically and slapping it with a palm to get the last bits out.
Feel free to point and laugh at them. Someone already might be!
B: Who you gonna call? (Frisk, and occasionally Chara)
So at least someone got good things this event. Frisk is separate, and can be seen (if they want to) but, more importantly, they can fly. They can't seem to touch anything that isn't Chara, but do you know what this means? Exploring time. Do you want to see a Frisk ghost snooping in your room, having no regard for things like 'locks' or 'doors' or 'the concept of privacy'? Would you like to feel coldness on the back of your neck and an amused giggle? Do you want to see a grinning skeleton go whizzing through the air with their arms held in an extremely strange fashion, almost as if someone is carrying them...?
The world is your ghost oyster.
B.
Date: 2016-10-02 06:44 am (UTC)He didn't want to leave Barnaby alone for any length of time. But watching him act like that and say such things about himself - and, worse still, watching people take advantage - had been too much to bear. A vase had shattered here, a window had broken there, and Kotetsu had finally managed to tear himself away to go and try to cool down, before he accidentally hurt his partner.
Not least because he had a feeling that, as he was now, his partner wouldn't have minded.
Flying is perhaps the one thing that leaves him feeling like he's escaping his panic and the looming threat of despair. So when Kotetsu isn't trying to make himself heard - which is not a common occurrence - he's zipping through and around the castle, exploring it from all new angles.
He even tries to find a way down through the clouds. It doesn't work out, though.
And in the meantime, he definitely hadn't expected to find anyone sharing his sad fate. Frisk ducks through a door just as Kotetsu is ducking out of it, and Kotetsu makes several undignified sputtering noises as he feels the ghostly child pass right through him against all logic and reason.
"W-What the...?"
i just realised i don't have frisk icons hhh
Date: 2016-10-02 07:02 am (UTC)Their tail idly treads the air as they tilt their head at him, arms hanging. "Oh, you're a ghost too?" They seem largely unconcerned like this - like 'oh, we've got the same shirt!' levels of interest in the words. They know him! Either of him? They're not sure which one he is but Chara, and therefore Frisk, has met both.
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Date: 2016-10-02 06:58 am (UTC)But...hell with it. It's been a weird day. And he can still *CHECK, and in doing so see that they're not that Chara. Besides, here and now, he mostly feels...kind of jealous of them. Getting water in your skull is a great feeling. That way you get clean inside and out. So he doesn't know why they're being quite so emphatic about it.
He decides to call out. "You get a fish stuck in there or something?"
The slippers and the coat might well betray who the short and scruffy human is under ordinary circumstances, too.
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Date: 2016-10-02 07:17 am (UTC)They try very hard not to think about it, and hey, someone's called out to them! The perfect distraction from that train of thought! ...or not. They stop banging their skull and tilt it to see... oh no.
It's him. Even human (???) that fashion sense is unmistakeable.
They're going to die. Probably metaphorically, and of embarrassment, but definitely die. At least one good thing about currently being a skeleton is they don't have to school their face into a poker face smile - it's already there. They cup their hands to it.
"You've got a little something on your face!" they call back, in lieu of actually answering the question.
B
Date: 2016-10-07 11:52 pm (UTC)There's a pen in his right hand, and his head's resting on a notebook, opened partway through to a blank page.
So far, the wave of strange transformations has missed him. He's still a robot. For now. It's only a matter of time, isn't it? Until even this body gets taken away from him, again.
He doesn't want to be around anyone else when it happens, so he's been avoiding the rest of the castle for a few days. The isolation might be starting to get to him.
This would be a pretty awkward time for anyone to walk in on him. Or, say, float in.
omg that suit
Date: 2016-10-08 12:44 am (UTC)As soon as they poke their curious head through the door and spot Mettaton, they're deliberately turning invisible. They know ghost monsters can hear them back home with Chara, but they think won't be spotted all the same.
Naturally, they have to see what Mettaton is writing, and a cold spot starts hovering over his shoulder. Oh? It's blank.
he's depressed but he's still pretty dammit (also *handwaves ghost stuff*)
Date: 2016-10-10 10:30 pm (UTC)It's different now that they're a free-floating presence, though. He can't see them while they don't want to be seen, but he knows what that chill in the air means.
He looks up sharply. "I know you're there, you know. Did no one ever tell you it's rude to enter uninvited?"
hhh thanks for that I totally forgot they were talking then *headdesk*
Date: 2016-10-10 10:39 pm (UTC)"Sorry," they whisper, looking every inch the child caught in the cookie jar, looking at the ground with their arms behind their back, tail slowly undulating. "...no one else's complained."
No one else has noticed they're there, but still. Still.
They return to their nosy examination of the blank page, before glancing at Mettaton. "What're you writing?"
nah, my bad for not thinking about whether he'd be able to hear them till afterwards >_>
Date: 2016-10-19 10:18 pm (UTC)There's nothing to see, but he pointedly closes the book anyway. "I'm keeping a diary. Which is private." Just the one diary. He hasn't managed to find any more notebooks. That might be why he's feeling uninspired. It's not the same without that little frission of excitement that comes from making a fresh start, on a brand new page not weighed down by all the entries that came before it.
He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed (oh god he's going to miss them...) "Word of advice, darling: being incorporeal doesn't mean you get a backstage pass."
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Date: 2016-10-19 10:28 pm (UTC)Privacy hasn't meant anything to them for a long time, because for the longest time they were never allowed any. They'd been getting better about that in the Underground... sort of. By which they mean they stopped picking locks but lost keys were fair game.
"D'you have writer's block?"
Unburden your woes on them, Mettaton, they're a good listener! And nosy as heck, but at least they can keep secrets.
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Date: 2016-10-22 09:41 pm (UTC)It's jarring to hear that name spoken out loud. The last time he encountered it was down in what had been Asgore's basement (which he promptly had sealed off and tried to forget about). Most monsters just referred to them as 'the human', when they spoke of what had happened at all.
Not having any idea what Frisk really means, of course, he comes to his own conclusion. "I guess they did, but I'm not looking to adopt."
And he's not going to answer their question. (Because yes, yes he does.)
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Date: 2016-10-22 10:43 pm (UTC)Frisk... never really introduced themself while using Chara's body. And nobody really asked. That's... kind of a sad thought.
"The human!" They chirp instead. "You know, red eyes, green and yellow sweater, hair like mine but lighter? You've met!"
They tilt their head, arms hanging down. Why would a backstage pass lead to adopting them? Frisk is entirely sure Chara wouldn't want to be adopted by him, anyway, so it works out. He doesn't seem to want to talk about the blank page, so they'll let it drop (for now).
he kept the fridge full of snails though because he's a massive hypocrite
Date: 2016-10-25 09:44 pm (UTC)He's seen one sepia-toned family photograph, featuring a child in a striped shirt with their face covered by a bouquet. That, and the old memorial statue in the fountain before he - improved it. (Asgore had kept a lot more pictures than that, of course. Mettaton didn't see any reason to hang on to them. Who'd want to remember the tragic past when they could look to a glorious, glittering future?)
But he's not about to admit that it's taken him this long to make the connection. "I know who Chara is, sweetheart. I hadn't realised you did."
metta you beautiful disaster
Date: 2016-10-26 12:15 am (UTC)For given values of friends. It's complicated. Time to leave that vagueness where it stands. Frisk returns to poking around the room, looking at everything with undisguised interest. You can learn a lot about people through how they keep their living spaces.
(Chara's is bare, unadorned stone and a single window.)
"They um. They can be a bit rough around the edges, but they really did want to make sure you were okay. In their way."
Their snarky insulty way.
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Date: 2016-10-27 09:46 pm (UTC)Mettaton narrows his eyes. "Is that what they told you?"
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Date: 2016-10-27 10:09 pm (UTC)"Nooooooo? I just know them."
Technically true. Sharing headspace with someone gives a lot of insight into how they tick.
"So when I found out I was pretty sure that's why they did it!"
They beam, close-eyed.
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Date: 2016-11-19 12:29 am (UTC)...he's still not outright telling them to leave, though.
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Date: 2016-11-19 06:59 am (UTC)...does that make their clothes actually part of them, at the moment?
Frisk swoops down to look at something draped over a chair, instead. 'Permission', what is that.
"You didn't tell me to leave, so I thought it was okay!"
That's how it works, right? But they stop poking about, and lie on their belly in the air, head propped on their palms.
"R'you writing about what you're gonna wear?"
Clothes strewn everywhere, can't decide what to write; it makes sense to Frisk there might be a connection.
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Date: 2016-11-27 11:15 pm (UTC)He flops back down on to the bed with a deep groan, one hand pressed to his forehead. "Uuuugh. I am writing about nothing because there's nothing to say, because I can't -"
Wait. He sits up a little to look at Frisk (and also because lying on his back like that isn't good, too vulnerable). "Are people still - changing out there? Is it over?" Maybe it skipped him.
...he shouldn't feel rejected, thinking that.
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Date: 2016-11-28 11:51 am (UTC)"Mm. Dunno, sorry." The tone is apologetic, and after a second they remember they should probably elaborate. "S'hard to tell if someone's supposed to be like they are or not."
There's people they recognize, but a lot they don't. "Haven't seen actually changing people for a while," they offer, even though they're aware that's not exactly helpful.
And if you thought they would let it go: "You can't what?" Headtilt.
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Date: 2016-12-03 11:33 pm (UTC)"Can't go out until I know I won't turn - won't turn into something in front of everyone!" He catches himself before saying 'turn back'. It might not seem like much, unless someone was looking for Clues.
blatant metaphysics asspullery ahoy - lemme know if okay
Date: 2016-12-04 04:00 am (UTC)It's really bad security to throw away housekeys. Busybody meddlingly nosy children-ghosts might find them.
So the look they give him is a sympathetic one, and they slide forward in the air and pat his shoulder. And find they can actually touch it without any sort of effort needed and quickly snap their hand away, hiding it behind their back as if out of sight out of mind is applicable, looking both apologetic and like they're trying not to be.
They're nosy, but they can keep secrets. They didn't mean to do that, whoops. "Maybe if you feel it start happening you can duck inside a door," they offer.
no problem! *adds own headcanon*
Date: 2016-12-24 03:44 pm (UTC)Ghost monsters can handle physical objects, with some effort and/or emotional connection. Mettaton doesn't know how that works for - human ghosts? Spirits of the dead (or, he assumes, temporarily undead)? - but he'd noticed Frisk hasn't been touching anything else. And that look they're giving him now says even more than the moment of contact did.
In another timeline, he's their adoring uncle. He assumes that's how they know. A hand goes up to rub the spot where they touched.
"...they'd still know that whoever came out afterwards was me." Not that he's ashamed of it, or embarrassed, or whatever, but it's personal.
*thunbs up*
Date: 2016-12-24 10:59 pm (UTC)"Mm." They don't know how much transformation time he might have to work with, but really, that's focusing in on the wrong thing. "I don't think people would... mind, really. You'd still be you on the inside, right? Even if you looked different!"
They're still Frisk, even if they usually look like Chara. (Any thoughts that bubble up otherwise... what thoughts?)
They give Mettaton a small, hopeful smile.