boredom strikes back

[collectyourfriends]

It's been a week. Mom's not here, Leader Wattson's not here--nobody they know's here, except for Sparks, who came with them.

There's also not a lot of adults. Or people living here in this castle-palace at all.

Or a way down. They looked all the way around the castle, but there's no stairs or cable cars or anything. This must be a really far away mountain.

They're a little upset nobody told them they'd be here. (They might've cried a little, by themselves. Maybe.) But they are here, and they can't find their way home again, so this is just the start of their journey, that's all. There's so much to explore! And all this snow stuff to play with! So it's not that bad.

Shouldn't have got so mad at Sparks, they guess. It just wanted to play with everything, and nobody seems to own any of it for real--or nobody who cares enough to go find them and demand an apology, which is the same thing really.

So, naturally--to them, if nobody else--this means they're going to play with all of it, too.

And by play, they mean chuck stuff off the Edge and watch it all float through the clouds (like paper and cloth scraps) or plummet into the darker clouds below (like the cups and broken chairs and fallen branches from the garden). They've got a whole pile of stuff they gathered.



Sparks thinks they're being weird, but...

...there is something satisfying about watching things disappear like that. So he's there too, occasionally nosing a piece of something-or-other from the pile off the Edge, too.

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[boogerman]

This silly shadow agrees. For a while, he's in the shadows on the underside of the Edge, defying gravity and watching things tumble down where the child and the... whatsit can't see him at all.

That's only entertaining for so long, so eventually he moves to another hiding place. He sticks his arm--only his arm--out of the faint shadow near their feet, grabbing a broken mug and flinging it down. And if they don't notice that, somehow, he'll go on tossing more things, as just an arm.

It's exactly the kind of dumb scare he loves. Hahaha.

how do you tag like you're running out of time

[itstheend]

It's becoming increasingly clear to young Chara that nothing is going to continue to be discomfortingly desolate of reason for as long as they're here. Their calm, formal demeanour as they approach the edge has cracks already in it - twitching, curling fingers, a certain antsiness.

It's not the fall that kills you, they say, but the sudden stop at the end, which is true if somewhat misleading given their interlinked nature. This place is a sudden dearth of dangerous velocity.

The green and yellow is very distinctive, probably for both parties. Chara comes to a halt, watching the Frisk throw things. They're going to get in trouble, and so will Chara if they're caught here with them, so they come to a halt and ever so slowly start stepping backwards as quietly as they can.

Their foot knocks a rock over the edge with a clatter, and they freeze.

[mettaton_rex]

Here's one of those rare adults. One who was hoping to see more of the surface world, now that a week of hanging around the castle has persuaded him that Blooky and Shyren aren't likely to turn up if he just waits a little longer. He assumes he could fly down to whatever's below (maybe it's a city! With skyscrapers, and fashion boutiques, and fancy restaurants!) but he's looking for someplace where the clouds are a little less thick.

What he's found instead is a monster and a human child engaged in the time-honoured tradition of watching garbage fall into the abyss. He pauses to watch from a distance for a little while - it really is satisfying, there's no denying that. And, well... he's dreamed of the surface for so long, but now that he's here - unexpectedly, unprepared, without his family and friends - he might be feeling just the tiniest bit homesick.

The sad feelings don't show in his smile, though, as he floats nearer. "Hello, sweethearts! Mind if I join you?"