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not so dustless now
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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My child.
That does more. Those are important words and painful words cutting deeper. Frisk shoves their face deeper into their pillow in an instinctive move to avoid it.
Their still-quite-dusty pillow.
Frisk sneezes and recoils, flopping halfway onto the other side of the bed before their eyes even flicker open.
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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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The ache the sneeze left is enough to be at least somewhat grounding, though. Probably not dreaming.
They open their mouth--showing off some very sharp teeth--and just sneeze again. And again.
"Ow. Um. Yes?"
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“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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What happened? This isn't...somebody's dust, is it? Except when they look around, the dust is everywhere, not just on them or a little bit. Unless somebody exploded.
They know where they are. They're in their room. And so is this stranger. "Who're you?" they ask instead of answering, barely looking up.
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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?”
tw for suicide ref i guess
Oh.
Frisk's eyes get huge.
Not all of that gets through, but obviously, they said 'Chara'. This is a Chara. A big Chara. That elicits so many weird feelings--happiness, 'cause they died! Confusion, 'cause they wanted to die! Surprise 'cause they're just here and new and just woke them up from...
"...No?"
...a long sleep, it's looking like.
Their self-cleaning slows down. Contrasting their shock and almost-glee, something heavy settles in their stomach.
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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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How much did they miss? How long were they asleep? When they push the blankets back, a startled spider skitters away from a web that it spun between their knees. They shift their legs to give it a route to escape.
"Takes people, anyway." They shift to put their feet on the floor. Their legs are like jelly when they try to stand up, so they'll wait. "Um. When'd you get here? Did anybody tell you stuff 'bout it?" Whoever anybody might be, now.
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“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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Standing's easier with support, though they end up leaning pretty heavily on Chara's arm.
"I'm Frisk..." They trail off, struggling to think of something to add. It just feels like something they should do after Chara gave them such a long title. Nothing comes to mind in time. "...I tell people 'bout the Castle when they get here, usually," they say lamely.
Deep breath. "It's a castle in the sky, an' a hub of worlds. There's lots of people from different worlds, timelines, even some of the same people. Monsters too, 'f course. Try not to fight...anybody." Simple, obvious facts, but they only remember they'd said similar things in the past after the words are through their teeth.