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In one of the castle's many halls, a worn tapestry, depicting nothing in particular, succumbs to age and rot and falls.

Behind it lies a door.

Behind that door, should anyone decide to investigate, is a musty-smelling room with drawings papering the walls, corners gently curling in, and dust covering every inch of furniture; a desk, a chair, a bed. 

Despite it all, the bed is occupied. 

Frisk lies there on their side, half-covered in blankets, exposed skin and shirt just as dust-coated as the rest of the room. Their chest raises and falls shallowly enough that a spider's made a fancy web between the collar of their shirt and a hand curled close to their body.

It might take a little work to rouse them.





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Date: 2019-06-07 05:34 am (UTC)
notme_anymore: (dont wanna be a poltergeist)
From: [personal profile] notme_anymore
Oh, how strange. Rose thinks she's seen them before. It's been so long, she can barely remember.

It's strange to find herself in such an intimate-seeming moment; she feels as though she's intruding, though by the looks of the layers of dust, no one's intruded in a long time. Maybe it's about time. Rose isn't entirely sure how... this could happen, this kid frozen in sleep (it's sleep right--? Yes, their chest rises and falls) with even cobwebs forming between them. How long have they been here? Why? Did the castle do this?

She's getting real tired of not knowing.

"Hello," she greets, crouching down (her long trench coat kicks up the dust along the floor) and putting a hand on their arm.

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Date: 2019-06-08 03:43 pm (UTC)
notme_anymore: (dont wanna be a wraith)
From: [personal profile] notme_anymore
She startles at the shift despite herself. What was she expecting, really?

But the cold is what shocks her, and she recoils. That’s not right. She knows cold, cold of windy and rainy pine forests, cold of the ocean, cold of tunnels. Cold of tombs. This kid is far, far too cold.

But they’re alive yet. That has to count for something.

“Hey,” she says again, shaking their shoulder lightly and ignoring the way her touch chills, as if their body were desperate to sap all her warmth. “Are you okay?”

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Date: 2019-06-12 05:56 am (UTC)
notme_anymore: (dont wanna be a whitewalker)
From: [personal profile] notme_anymore
Rose can't help but startle; the sound is loud in the stillness and the quiet.

... And there's something strangely endearing about it all. Rose admits she'd never been too much of a kids person, and what she's feeling now is hardly that "maternal instinct" nonsense, but there's a fondness she's got. She tries to give them a little sort of smile. "Good morning. You, uh, had a good rest?"

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Date: 2019-06-14 03:37 am (UTC)
notme_anymore: (dont wanna be a wraith)
From: [personal profile] notme_anymore
They sure got up fast. She wonders if there's anything in particular about dust they don't like, or if they're just freaked out by being covered in dust at all, or both. Rose waves a hand in front of her face and tries not to sputter when it inevitably gets kicked up into the air.

"Rose," she says. "Rose Red. I, ah, found you here sleeping. I wanted to let you rest, but..."

She looks around at all the dust and webs, then shrugs. "Looks like you've been asleep for a long time. I thought maybe someone should come and get you."

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Date: 2019-06-17 01:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notme_anymore


Rose notices the teeth again while they talk.

Ah. Yes. She remembers them.

(She wonders why they looked so panicked. Hypochondriac, maybe? But then why'd they stop like they noticed something and calm down? There's still dust. It's not as if it's gone anywhere, and besides, what kind of realization would that have to be? It's all very strange.)

"Hello, Frisk. You feeling alright?" 'Cause a sleep like that is bound to, at the very least, disorient someone.

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Date: 2019-06-18 05:38 am (UTC)
notme_anymore: (dont wanna be a brain in a jar)
From: [personal profile] notme_anymore
Oh dear. Oh dear. Here is where Rose is far out of her depth. She may have been a mother once, but Frisk is not hers, and she was never particularly good with children anyway. And this is hardly the kind of superficial problem that many kids would get upset over.

“I don’t know either.” She rubs at her eyes, waving off some of the dust. “Maybe we can look and see why? Maybe the castle just… decided to do that. It seems to like to do that a lot.”

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Date: 2019-06-10 11:01 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Very, very strange. He's not sure the kid will ever wake up, honestly. But he hasn't given up on them yet--or maybe it's become routine to check on them every day. Sometimes more. Time is a bit tricky when one never eats or sleeps. He's tried to clean the dust only to see it reappear in minutes, when he's not looking. That seems cruel, but he can't exactly go file a complaint.

So if he's going to sit and read, he may as well do it in here. They'll be angry again when they wake, of course, but that's better than feeling like they've been ignored. Discarded. Forgotten.

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Date: 2019-06-11 08:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Well, it's not as if he has anyone else to watch over. Not in the castle. He looks up after a moment, seeing... they've actually moved. It wasn't his imagination. No more almost complete stillness, like a photograph. That's such a relief. He puts his book away and drifts over to them, watching for a moment to see if there's any more movement. And then he tries once more to get some of the dust and that nasty cobweb off their clothes. What a miserable thing to wake up to.

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Date: 2019-06-22 05:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
At least they're slightly more dustless. He doesn't make any sound, of course. But he doesn't stop--it's their hair he's brushing dust off next, stick fingers like the world's weirdest hairbrush.

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Date: 2019-06-29 11:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
Something that sounds like static comes from him. Seems that's his laugh now and forever. They've got two hands--have a dustcloth for the other hand, Frisk, so you can clean yourself off. Welcome back to this little pocket universe.

oof I am sorry

Date: 2019-08-23 06:43 pm (UTC)
voidster: (47)
From: [personal profile] voidster
That it is, though he doesn't realize it. It's his own face, skeletons are shaped like friends! He moves backwards, considerately. The rest of his body, below his skull, is not exactly as pleasant to look at. Very unseemly and unformed.

[Hello. Welcome back.]

holy shit this is months late (but I miss frisk)

Date: 2020-02-01 04:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] voidster
[Don't move just yet.]

Probably they are, in a way. He doesn't have the faintest idea what to do for a human, made of matter and flesh and blood, that's woken up from... something like falling down? Something odd, anyway. He pushes at them, very gently, in case they don't get the message and keep trying to get up.

[You were asleep. For months, I think.]

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Date: 2019-06-13 08:05 am (UTC)
buttercup_uneaten: (And heaven knows how hard I tried)
From: [personal profile] buttercup_uneaten
It took some time for Chara to gain their bearings. Perhaps understandable, when one finds themselves suddenly in a place wholly unlike their home, with a sky that’s far too big and nobody you recognize anywhere. Still, they’re very glad nobody found them while they were hiding in between a pair of pillars, clutching their knife tightly. Such a position would be… unfitting for an Evil Magistrate.

(Even an Evil Magistrate who has not been this terrified since they were a child.)

In fact, they had not seen anyone before they stumble upon the human child in the dusty bedroom.

For a moment, Chara thinks the child must be dead- they’re so still, and they’re covered in dust and cobwebs. But while the room smells musty, the scent isn’t how they imagine rotting flesh to smell. And when they creep closer to the child, they can see the slight rise and fall of the child’s chest as they breathe.

‘Is this the work of human magic?’ they wonder.

But as this child is the only living being Chara has seen so far, they decide waking them is their best shot at getting some answers. Grimacing a little at gross dust everywhere, they reach out and brush the child’s cheek clean with a gloved hand.

“My child,” they whisper, leaning over the child’s ear. “Wake up.”

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Date: 2019-06-13 09:18 am (UTC)
buttercup_uneaten: (With a spirit running wild)
From: [personal profile] buttercup_uneaten
The cold makes Chara ache for the Dreemurrs’ fire. They try to push that thought down- this isn’t a good time for homesickness.

Fortunately the child provides ample distraction. To Chara’s relief, they begin to move- and then Chara has to abruptly step back before the child can sneeze on and/or knock into them.

“...Bless you,” they say. Well. It is rather dusty in here, after all. They have to suppress a sneeze themselves before they can ask:

“Human child. Are you finally awake?”

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Date: 2019-06-13 09:40 am (UTC)
buttercup_uneaten: (calling me)
From: [personal profile] buttercup_uneaten
Chara ever so slightly winces when their question is just met with a barrage of sneezes. This is not shaping up to be a productive conversation. But at least the child eventually stops to give them an answer. A somewhat confused sounding one, but an answer nevertheless.

“Wonderful,” they say, giving the child a dry smile. “Now. Do you know where you are?”

Mindful of the possibility of being met with more sneezing, Chara quickly adds, “Although. Perhaps we should relocate somewhere… cleaner.”

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Date: 2019-06-13 10:02 am (UTC)
buttercup_uneaten: (the devil in me)
From: [personal profile] buttercup_uneaten
The Magistrate straightens up to their full height, placing a fist over their heart. They’re dressed in their usual regalia, various shades of black, white, purple, and gold, the Delta Rune proudly emblazoned on their clothes, knife sheathed at their side, and a horned circlet that gives them (to the eyes of an average human) a faintly demonic look.

They introduce themselves, in their most imperious voice:

“I am Chara, Evil Magistrate in service to the royal Dreemurr family, the rulers of Monsterkind and the Underground. Right Paw of the Prince, Gardener-in-Chief, Consultant to the Royal Guard, all around adviser to the King and Queen and above all, the guardian of all who dwell within the Underground.”

They drop their arm, along with a bit of the imperious manner, to say, “My child, do you know why you were asleep for so long?”

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Date: 2019-09-05 07:39 am (UTC)
buttercup_uneaten: (But the devil whispered lies)
From: [personal profile] buttercup_uneaten
Chara takes the dusty child’s reaction as an indication that they are impressed. Good! A few of the children who fell were, but some of them said things like “More like NERD Magistrate!” Children nowadays are so sassy. Unlike they were, definitely.

Thinking about human children… Chara folds their hand thoughtfully under their chin and examines the one in front of them for a silent moment. As a human, Chara is disinclined to trust them but, even knowing firsthand how cruel children can be, they’re also vulnerable. Even if they’re not one of the fallen humans. This one, at least, is clearly confused.

“Hmm. Child. I do have a theory.

“Although human magic has not been heard of in hundreds of years… Perhaps that is responsible for your long sleep. And for my summoning.”

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Date: 2019-09-05 08:13 am (UTC)
buttercup_uneaten: (See I was born the second child)
From: [personal profile] buttercup_uneaten
“The Castle… takes people,” They repeat, their brow furrowing. They really have a lot of questions but unfortunately, this child seems about as disoriented as they are, so Chara does their best to bite their tongue. And not scowl.

“It has not been long. You are the first person I have seen.” Chara holds out a hand for them, a silent offer to help them to their feet.

“Name yourself, human.”

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