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//warning for general feeling bad and a bit of disordered eating mention.



Looking at it, their room is nice enough. A good size. Good bed. A pile of strange clothes and objects in the corner, like ballerina shoes that can't fit their feet. A strange pile of branches stripped of bark by a fireplace and forks with bent tines.

Stone walls are papered with nice drawings--mostly of a Chara, Frisk...another Frisk, how strange. There's a kite carefully mounted on the wall, adorned with a white kitty face. A desk covered in crayons and paper, though both seem barely used. The bed has a book on the pillow with musical notes on the cover.

Frisk's not looking at any of it. They've been in here since they could stand once they woke up. Nobody can find it easy, it's hidden behind a tapestry in a hall that's lined with the things, and they've never appreciated the fact more than they do now. They don't want to be near anybody, they don't want anybody near them. They don't want anything. There's food under the bed, lots of it all wrapped up in crappy paper and well-sealed boxes, they had a hoard 'cause they felt they needed it just in case, just in case, but now they can't eat most of the time even when their stomach's growling. Least water's a few rooms down. Least there's rain and the windowsill gathers it well when they don't wanna risk that.

They hate the castle, that's not gone away at all. They hate the sensation of bones and blood and ash down their throat every time they get three bites into a meal. Their skin feels stretched out every time they move, some of that's burns (maybe they hate other-Frisk too, sometimes, just a little, just a bit, just just just), some of that's just memory, every single time they think they're going to change again. All their muscles ache from being tense, their head too, tongue littered with bites when they clench their jaw and mess up where it is, and the blood-taste makes stuff worse worse worse.

Frisk doesn't hate themselves, not really. Still. They should've been stronger. Shoulda been more careful. Shoulda done something, shoulda thought of something, shoulda stayed away from everybody before when it really mattered.

They're in that big bed, all of then buried under the blankets. They've thrown up barriers in their head, telling her to STAY AWAY. They're alone now, they want to be, they need to be. Just. Leave them alone. Leave them alone. Leave me alone.



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Date: 2017-11-09 12:14 am (UTC)
voidster: (2)
From: [personal profile] voidster
They haven't moved in days, and it took him far too long to notice. Last time they stayed put for such a length of time... it was for horrific reasons.

Naturally he's assuming something terrible is happening again. A broken leg. Being too ill to move and too far away for anyone to hear them calling. Being held prisoner--there are probably things he's not even considering. It's not like the underground had crime. Monsters do not think of such things under normal circumstances.

He pushes right past the tapestry without hesitation, not giving a damn about privacy when they need help. It doesn't matter. All he sees is a lump under the blankets that their connection tells him is Frisk. They're alive, they're being quiet, there's no blood and no sign of anyone else in the room...

He can't even clear his throat to announce himself. Best he can do is lay a hand on the Frisk-lump and wait for a reaction.

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Date: 2017-11-26 07:50 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
A startled sort of chirrup escapes him. He can't recall ever hearing them shout in the Castle... Still, it doesn't prove they're not injured or ill and he has to know.

Has to. Failing once was enough.

So he leans forward and touches their shoulder through the blankets again, undeterred.

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Date: 2017-12-04 04:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
He's had young children before. It's not always the best thing, giving in easily when they're furious and demanding things, especially when it's obvious the child in question hasn't been eating or sleeping nearly enough. No, he'll just have to weather this storm of theirs and find out what is going on... see that they eat and rest. Nobody else is going to.

[Soon. Soon.] he says, now that they can see him, and then holding out his hand. Come out of there? Or keep screaming, and get it out of your system.

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Date: 2017-12-04 04:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Well. It's hardly a secret now that he's in the room, is it? He stares at them for a moment... and then shakes his head. [I will not tell anyone. But you must eat and sleep.]

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Date: 2017-12-13 05:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Again with the shaking of his head. No. He can do it, he can out-determine the determinator, because there's nothing they can do. Can't harm him, can't shove him out, can't shout him out.

[Do you have food in here that I can get for you?]

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Date: 2017-12-15 12:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
True, he's easy to ignore, except for that presence of his soul, even when they're not looking. And he knows it. That's what led him here.

So he settles down against the wall, taking out a book from his satchel. It's about American history, from the 1600s on. He doesn't have the faintest idea if Ebott was in America, though he knows America existed in his world at least. It's one of the most fascinating books he's found in the library... and he doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep. He could sit on Frisk's floor for days.

Haha.

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Date: 2017-12-15 01:53 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
(He's not. His sense of time is permanently broken. Five minutes, two hours, what's the difference unless the sky changes, or he's looking at his watch the whole time?)

Obviously, no reply that they can hear. He looks up, sees no eyes peeking out at him, and so continues to read.

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Date: 2017-12-22 02:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
The book rests in his lap for a moment--they're looking at him again.

[Being alone does not seem to be doing you any good.]

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Date: 2017-12-22 02:38 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
[Would you rather go somewhere else? Sit with someone else, if it isn't in here?]

May as well be a rhetorical question. They're bound to say no.
Edited (behhh) Date: 2017-12-22 02:49 am (UTC)

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Date: 2017-12-22 04:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Too bad, because he is not swayed. A few moments pass before a hand rests on their head. It and his 'skull' are the only parts of him that feel properly like bone, which doesn't matter much with a layer of blanket as padding.

He can guess (again) that they'll lash out. It doesn't matter--the thought may count in hindsight. They might appreciate all this later.

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Date: 2017-12-26 07:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Not a single weird sound, no hums or buzzes or chirrups. He just blinks once, backing off to sit where he was. And wait. Keep on playing the patience game with his book to keep his mind busy.

:O

Date: 2018-03-05 06:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
[No.]

He hasn't moved, hasn't done a thing besides keep on reading, only looking up when he hears their voice again.

[It's not good for anyone to be all alone. I will leave when you're well. Not now.]

outlaw time

Date: 2018-03-11 07:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
[You have been better and you will be better again. Sooner, if you allow me to help you.]

Some juice would be a good start. Anything for them to drink, really. After all, humans are mostly made of water, as monsters say. He's eyeing their supplies as he waits.

[No, I'm not. That doesn't mean I don't care.]
Edited (oh ffff just saw the htmlfail) Date: 2018-03-14 05:34 pm (UTC)

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