buttercup_eater: (* Still has that sweater.)
Chara ([personal profile] buttercup_eater) wrote in [community profile] castle_perrault2016-02-16 09:34 pm
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Soft Reset

As everything fades away when they die, coming back to life is like seeing everything fading into existence again.

The first thing they're aware of is light, and that they can see, rather than seeing anything in specific.

The second thing they're aware of is sensation, the weight of their limbs pressing into a smooth, stone surface.

Where are they, exactly?

Chara tries to focus, blinking a few times in the hopes of clearing their vision. An empty stone hallway, rather like the one they last died in, with high windows flooding the area with sunlight.

They take a deep breath and try and push themselves into an upright position, only to be hit with a wave of sudden dizziness and have to flop back onto the floor. Okay, that's not good. What happened?

They can remember their SOUL shattering, and laughing so hard their sides were aching. Sans. Bruises. Blood. Theirs? No, not at first. Chasing the other child down unfamiliar hallways. Messy. No EXP increase, no LV.

No partner.

Chara waits a moment, just in case any input is forthcoming, but even after several minutes they remain alone. Once again, they're going to have to do everything themselves.

They manage to sit up with only a minimal amount of dizziness, then lurch to their feet. Minus the dizziness, it's rather like the last time they died and woke up again.

The knife is nearby, again, and they pick it up, again. Their locket is also still hanging from their neck, and they can still feel it faintly beating. But there's also a strange weight in their pocket, and when they slip a hand inside to check- oh. Right. An... alternative version of their locket, they guess.

Gripping the locket tightly, they set out to find their purpose once again.

[As with Frisk's post, this is set three days after their death.]

[personal profile] littledreemurr 2016-04-14 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
He's aware in only the smallest sense of the word. He knows of only their death, and only of the sadness and destruction that it brings with it. He's not aware of how complicated it all is, how nothing seems to make sense but does in the same way, and of his own future.

He grows silent, the answer given wasn't expected at all. He was expecting more -- but at the same time he was glad he didn't. He wants nothing more than to try to continue to treat them as he had before he had came here, but he knows deep inside that it doesn't feel right, but he still tries.

"I am. But... I-I know what happens. I--" There's a visible pause, he looks down at his own paws and clenches his fists. He knows he has to be brave about this, "I was told. Frisk -- they told me."