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castle_perrault2016-02-04 02:16 pm
buttercup_eater) wrote in castle_perrault2016-02-04 02:16 pm
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Every fairytale needs a villain, right?
[[Closed to dustless and sansational, sorry!]]
What
the hell
was that?
It's this thought that echoes above all else in Chara's mind, even after waking up in a chilly stone chamber that definitely isn't anywhere in the Underground.
What the hell was that- why SPARE Sans, why throw away everything they'd worked for, did the other kid somehow get through to them, what kind of stupid, pointless decision was that?
They mull over the subject for a while, glaring at the ceiling, before realizing their partner has yet to direct them the way they normally would. That... complicates matters.
The first thing Chara does is sit up, and in the process their gaze drifts over their chest, and they can see green and gold. They're wearing a sweater much like the ones they used to wear, Chara realizes. And when they look at their hands they can see that the skin tone and the shape of them has changed. These are their old hands. Except they can't be because their original hands would have rotted away a long time ago.
Right, first priorities first: Chara can still feel the locket beating away, and a cursory glance around the room reveals the real knife resting nearby. There isn't much else in the chamber of interest, so they grasp the handle and get to their feet.
Now appropriately equipped, Chara heads to the door and strolls silently out into the empty hallways.
They can still fulfill their purpose. There's always a way- they just have to find it.
dustless and sansational, sorry!]]What
the hell
was that?
It's this thought that echoes above all else in Chara's mind, even after waking up in a chilly stone chamber that definitely isn't anywhere in the Underground.
What the hell was that- why SPARE Sans, why throw away everything they'd worked for, did the other kid somehow get through to them, what kind of stupid, pointless decision was that?
They mull over the subject for a while, glaring at the ceiling, before realizing their partner has yet to direct them the way they normally would. That... complicates matters.
The first thing Chara does is sit up, and in the process their gaze drifts over their chest, and they can see green and gold. They're wearing a sweater much like the ones they used to wear, Chara realizes. And when they look at their hands they can see that the skin tone and the shape of them has changed. These are their old hands. Except they can't be because their original hands would have rotted away a long time ago.
Right, first priorities first: Chara can still feel the locket beating away, and a cursory glance around the room reveals the real knife resting nearby. There isn't much else in the chamber of interest, so they grasp the handle and get to their feet.
Now appropriately equipped, Chara heads to the door and strolls silently out into the empty hallways.
They can still fulfill their purpose. There's always a way- they just have to find it.
no subject
Chara lands- collapses, really- onto the floor and rolls inelegantly away from Sans. They come to a stop with a soft thunk against the far wall, where they claw their way into an upright position, even though it feels like their limbs are about to fall off. But it's a distant sort of pain, as if they're not really feeling it, but somehow observing someone else's. They still laugh, a little, but it's wheezy and quiet.
Time seems to slow as the bones arrow towards them. They actually manage to dodge between the first few, possibly out of an ingrained sense of determination. It doesn't do any good. An enormous blue bone flies towards them, too big for them to dodge, and it sinks right through them.
(00/92)
They can feel their soul S H A T T E R.
And then they're falling down again, and it feels as if they're drifting through something soft and deep and black, the hallway and the pain and the magic bullets surrounding them an indistinct impression compared to the sensation.
They've stopped laughing, and Sans will be able to see that their expression is rather like that of someone sleeping: a little serene, and mostly distant.