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castle_perrault2017-10-17 07:24 am
antitemporal) wrote in castle_perrault2017-10-17 07:24 am
[Halloween event] - No dogs in the castle
Serif liked last Halloween a lot better. He had wings, during that month. Sure they were tiny and fluffy and probably not meant for flying. But he kept at it, he worked hard, and he was able to kind of sort of hover by the end, just in time for the castle to take his nice wings away.
This time, he's all big and...fluffy. About the same size, but now with flesh and fur and other squishy stuff all surrounding his bones. Almost none of his clothes fit anymore, either. No rattling his bones to make his feelings known. Instead, he finds himself seized with the overwhelming urge to...bark? Whenever he wants to make his feelings known. It's a very loud noise. He'd never thought himself capable of making such a loud noise.
It's only due to very hazy, very distant memories that Serif even knows to call himself a "dog". And he's certainly never had cause to learn the word "puppy". At least he's the sort of puppy usually found back in the Underground, which means that two legs isn't much of a problem.
So even if this wasn't Serif's first choice, he's still determined to make the best of it. Even if his own fur occasionally makes him sneeze, at least he knows what sneezing feels like now. He's never wanted to eat meat before, but there's perpetually frozen hunks of some sort of meat down in the cellar whenever he wants them.
There's a child-sized white puppy in ill-fitting clothes around the palace this month, apparently just alternately enjoying and boggling at this thing called puppy life. He might literally bump into you as he goes tearing through the halls - my, it's amazing how fast you can run when you actually have muscles. Otherwise, you might find him barking at birds to watch them fly away, or else laying in the sun and chewing on a stick. Sometimes, he gives in to some ancient dog instinct and tries to figure out how to play fetch, even if he mostly only has himself to figure it out with. One-person fetch is not very fun, but Serif is a persistent child.
This time, he's all big and...fluffy. About the same size, but now with flesh and fur and other squishy stuff all surrounding his bones. Almost none of his clothes fit anymore, either. No rattling his bones to make his feelings known. Instead, he finds himself seized with the overwhelming urge to...bark? Whenever he wants to make his feelings known. It's a very loud noise. He'd never thought himself capable of making such a loud noise.
It's only due to very hazy, very distant memories that Serif even knows to call himself a "dog". And he's certainly never had cause to learn the word "puppy". At least he's the sort of puppy usually found back in the Underground, which means that two legs isn't much of a problem.
So even if this wasn't Serif's first choice, he's still determined to make the best of it. Even if his own fur occasionally makes him sneeze, at least he knows what sneezing feels like now. He's never wanted to eat meat before, but there's perpetually frozen hunks of some sort of meat down in the cellar whenever he wants them.
There's a child-sized white puppy in ill-fitting clothes around the palace this month, apparently just alternately enjoying and boggling at this thing called puppy life. He might literally bump into you as he goes tearing through the halls - my, it's amazing how fast you can run when you actually have muscles. Otherwise, you might find him barking at birds to watch them fly away, or else laying in the sun and chewing on a stick. Sometimes, he gives in to some ancient dog instinct and tries to figure out how to play fetch, even if he mostly only has himself to figure it out with. One-person fetch is not very fun, but Serif is a persistent child.
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She can manage! She can always manage can't she?
Managing becomes a lot harder when the biggest fluffiest little puppy rockets through the hall, bumping into her. A good twenty or so eyes blink open both on an around her as wings flare but she quickly smooths them down with a smile. As if she could get mad at a puppy.
"Hello!" She tilts a gloved hand down to be sniffed. "What are you even doing around here hehe! I didn't know this place had dogs. Wheres your mama dog?"
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He at least doesn't seem particularly alarmed by her appearance, once the initial rush of surprise passes. In fact, he mostly seems confused as to exactly which eyes he's supposed to look at. Then she holds out a hand - he looks from it, to her, then back again, before finally reaching out to try and shake it in one oversized paw. It doesn't work out so well now that he has fewer joints in his fingers. Hopefully Madoka gets the idea.
"i don't think it did, before me. oh, and my mom's not a dog. or a skeleton. she's an elf." He frowns as the realization hits him, and adds quietly: "at least, i hope she still is..."
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She shakes his hand very gently and then gives it pat. Aaaah this is so embarrassing. "Oh, I think we've all be scrambled up a little puppy-chan. I mean...I've got all these eyes and wings and..." She waves her hands. "Not that I'm super unhappy! I think I'm doing pretty good for somebody who's suddenly gotten 360 degrees of vision!"
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At least someone has filled her in on the important details. Probably Frisk. Serif nods enthusiastically. "yep! except i'm supposed to be a skeleton. that's okay, though. something like this happened last year. so it'll go away soon."
Curiosity overtakes him. Serif paces around Madoka in a quick circle to confirm that wow, that's even more eyes than he thought at first. "that's cool. i bet you'd be great at catch. too bad it's not snowing or we could have a snowball fight."
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"Oh thats good. I really don't know what to do with myself, all these new limbs hehe!" She stretches a little. "Oh! That would be fun! I love snowball fights. Me and my girlfriend had a big one last Christmas." She leaned over to whisper into Serifs ear. "I won, but only because she let me. Heheh."
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He takes a step back a bit when Madoka extends...so many limbs, wow. But he still looks impressed, rather than unnerved. He chuckles, a bit, though the sound of it makes him pause. He's still not used to how he sounds when he laughs. He doesn't sound like himself at all. "yeah, i do that for my brother sometimes. don't worry - it just means you're her favorite person."
He mimes throwing a lot of snowballs at once. "she probably wouldn't have to let you win now, though. sorry if it's rude to ask, but what are you normally?"
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One person fetch is probably especially boring anyway if you can’t use your own limbs as the stick!
Here is Gaster, healthy once more purely because he’s become the marshmallow-skeleton hybrid man again. And he grins at a quadruped puppy monster trying to fit into those clothes. How cute.
...Serif’s clothes, he notices a second later. Well well welly well.
[What?]
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That being said...
Change brings exhaustion as well as hunger. They've managed to get a supply of food that's consistent and that they can find quickly enough to gorge on before they can really do something stupid, which leads to comfortable fullness on top of what's already weighing on them. They spend most of their nights resting. Sometimes they even sleep.
Now's one of those times. Curled up under a bush, not so far from a doorway. They're genuinely quite dirty on top of their wolf-smell, dried blood and soil around their paws. Even a human nose could probably hung them down.
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Well, actual blood is involved now, and Sans is busy with his own Halloween nonsense, so Sans-Serif is on the case.
Except his body really is geared for two legs instead of four, so keeping his nose low to the ground results in just kind of a lot of awkward waddling. But he's a persistent child, and keeps at it, and eventually he sits himself down in front of a bush beneath which he can hear faint snoring.
He peeks down, and feels his tail wag a bit, because Frisk is a puppy too! Just like him! Papyrus will think this is great.
But neither does he want to wake them up. So Serif goes to find a nice stick to chew on, then comes back and flops himself down in front of the bush to hang out.
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Bits of noise filtered into their half-dreams; Serif's teeth clicking over bark finally rouses them from slumber.
Someone's here. Someone's...close, Frisk realizes, lifting their head, jostling leaves with their ears.
A warning rumble announces them. Who's there? They shouldn't be so near.
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"Holy shit, a dog!" he yells, apparently not thinking about the possibility that there may be children in the vicinity. He gets down on his knees and pats the ground.
"Come here, little guy! Bring me the stick!"
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...his suspicion that Rich isn't normally a human is heightened at the stranger's behavior. Serif tilts his head and stares curiously at Rich's hands.
"why are you hitting the ground?"
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No striped shirt for him, just a funky tank top that does nothing to hide his many scars. Still, he’s acting quite goofy, and not really threatening at all. In fact, he looks like the one threatened when the dog speaks, falling backwards with a yelp and staring with wide eyes.
“Dude!”
His shock quickly turns into excitement, and he scrambles a little closer on his hands and knees.
“A talking puppy! I gotta show Jake this!”