[event] Level...down?

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 There's a green-and-yellow something streaking through the hallways, a massive trail of silver tinsel and the smell of static following in its wake.

 A few moments after that, there's the sound of someone yelling in the distance--a child. 

"No! No no no no no Sparks no stop!"

And sometimes Sparks does stop. 



And waits for that little voice to catch up.



And every time, every time, he stays until the tiny child almost gets to him before turning and snapping his teeth at their hands and arms, and then he's off again.

Frisk is getting tired of this. Frisk's getting tired. They're so cold, in just a pair of long shorts and a T-shirt that says You're Numero Articuno! (They don't get the irony.) They'd rather be playing out in the snow anyway, 'cause they've never got to before, but they can't, because Sparks is being an extra jerk.

They've already got a collection of bloody marks on their arm, lines that end in dots--the unique bite of the Electrike line. It looks really weird, and feels even weirder, all tingly with the aftereffects of electricity.

Not that any of that'll stop them. They're going to catch up to it and give it a good scolding for wrecking peoples' stuff--the tinsel, the wreathes, the candles, some of the doors. Naughty naughty.

//warning that uh yeah, if your character gets in sparks' way he will probably attack them. it won't be too damaging but it won't be particularly fun either :V

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Chara swallows down an 'are you sure'. They seem very sure, and it does not fall on Chara to say otherwise. Instead, they start working quickly and deftly, a small pile of ornaments building up next to them. Every one they take off is one less painful thing the kid has to endure.

The dishcloth looks like a mess by the time Sparks is free, blackened with a few holes in it. Chara walks over and hangs it, folding it to try and minimise the amount visible. They very, very much hope they do not get in trouble for that.

They look back at the kid, at their fingers in particular, and drag a chair to the sink. "If I may, I would recommend running those under water as well."

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"Welcome," they huff at Sparks, scrubbing at their eyes with the back of their hand. He huffs back, retreating beneath a table to sit and be embarrassed on his own.

With lots more sincerity, they look up at Chara and smile shakily. "Uh-huh, good idea." They'd wink if they knew how. Was their idea for the big kid first, after all. "Thanks!" The chair is very better than trying to climb up with burning fingers, and they proceed to do as Chara said before washing their hands properly.

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Chara glances at the dog underneath the table. There's the urge to sneak some food to it, unacted upon.

They watch the kid wash their hands, before taking a step back, and another. "If that is all, I think I shall take my leave," they say - they can't think of any reason to stay, and they would very much like to leave the presence of someone who touches so readily, but they, like any demon, must be dismissed.

this poor fucking kid jfc

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"Okay." Frisk doesn't even glance back, though they do give a last order: "'F you see mama or Wattson, say I chased Sparks and got lost."

every moment they live is agony

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Chara nods. "I shall do my best." Even though they have no idea who either of those people are, they're just so relieved to get away.

Their movements as they leave are too brisk to be casual.