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[trueend]

Who: Frisk (trueend) & you!
When: OOC: 6/5 - 6/14 / IC: 7/18 - 7/23
Where: CERES Food Stop, park, marketplace, apartments, and generally around.
What: Yet another Event Log^TM.
Rating/Warning: Possible spoilers for all Undertale routes in threads.

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OPTION I: CERES FOOD STOP (PRE-EVENT, 7/18)

[So. The Food Stop is unusually crowded today. Uncomfortably crowded, too, if you happen to be a 4'9" tall shorty and nearly everyone in the colony towers over you.

Being stuck in this crowd doesn't seem to bother Frisk, though. They're pretty used to navigating through big crowds by themselves, and they don't seem to have any trouble balancing their drink as they look for a good spot to sit down in the park-like area. Or, at least, they don't seem to have a problem at first.

Anyone glancing at them might notice the way they suddenly freeze, staring at a spot all the way across the area. They might also notice the way they suddenly break into a (kind of slow, lbr) run, trying to get to whatever they've spotted — right before they bump into your character. Or, almost bump into your character, if they're stopped before that happens. Either way, there may or may not be iced tea all over the place now.

Frisk looks appropriately apologetic, at least.]

Sorry, I— [And they trail off, glancing around the area like they're trying to find someone.] ... I...

[Yeah. They're looking really confused and disappointed right about now.]

OPTION II: PARK (7/19)

[Weird, smoky-looking body aside, an animal is an animal. And Frisk will immediately be trying to help the little dove following them around, seeing as how it does act like it's hurt or injured. Too bad it's non-corporeal and thus impossible to help out — though they don't know that yet.

And not knowing that is exactly why they're laying belly-down on the ground, reaching under a park bench like they're trying to coax the dove into coming closer. Anyone close enough might hear them mumble:]

Come here... please? Just wanna help. Promise.

[... Though anyone close enough to hear might also want to ask this kid what the heck they're doing crawling on the ground like that. It's not sanitary??? Not at all.

Of course, the dove might decide to run out from underneath the bench and run into your character at some point. If no memory has been previously agreed on and this is something that interests you, please put II-A for a positive memory and II-B for a negative memory, or simply II if you don't want anything. Memories will be randomly selected unless requested otherwise.]

OPTION III: MARKETPLACE (7/20)

[Maybe they're inside a store. Maybe they're simply window shopping, indulging themselves by checking out new things while saving up their money. Maybe they're on their way out of this area. Whatever the case may be, however, they're suddenly stopping. Glancing behind them. Frowning.]

You sound sad. I dunno how to help you, though... Not yet. [Talking to the dove following them around, not that any onlooker would know. They sound pretty upset, nonetheless.] ... But I'll figure something out, okay?

[They've noticed by now that their little "friend" can't interact with the world around them, just as they've noticed the unfortunate side-effect that comes whenever it runs into someone else. That doesn't mean they're giving on trying to talk to it, though.

Just as the above scenario: the dove may run into your character at some point. If this is something that interests you but we haven't previously agreed on a memory, please put III-A for a positive memory and III-B for a negative memory, or simply III if you don't want anything. Memories will be randomly selected unless requested otherwise.]

OPTION IV: APARTMENT BUILDING (7/21-7/23)

[Vertigo and nausea aren't the only side effects that come from their little friend bumping into the people around them.

By 7/21 they've already forgotten someone very important to them. Someone, that coincidentally, has been following them around in the form of a hallucination over the past few days.

Of course, Frisk no longer remembers who Asriel is — so they're more than a little confused by the kid they keep seeing every now and then. This confusion only grows throughout the following days, until eventually, they try talking to their hallucination.]

... You keep following me. Feels like I should know you, but... I don't. Please say something...?

[The hallucination is gone by then, but that doesn't mean anyone passing through didn't hear them basically talking to themselves. Feel free to ask them what's up? Or don't. The multiple choice adventure is in your hands.]

WILDCARD (7/18 - 7/23)

[Want to do something outside of the scenarios provided above? Go for it! If you want to share memories with Frisk but don't want to leave it up to RNG, feel free to send me a PM or hit me up on plurk at _ayato so we can agree on something!]

Comments

ii-a

[geophile]

[ surprise! because while the dove is under that bench, it isn't the only one there. peeking out from underneath will also be aron, who squeaks curiously upon coming face to face with frisk. wha'cha doing down here?

unfortunately, said squeak and sudden appearance of aron will give the dove quite a spook, sending it in a fluttering panic out from under the bench. its crippled wing doesn't get it too far, but it'll brush past an unknowing steven, who is behind frisk and watching with a slightly amused smile. also unfortunately, he's also still going through his post-death side effects, meaning that he is cold as balls - his attire reflects that well.

what will he see? ~it is a mystery~ ]

[trueend]

[Well. This is unfortunate.

As soon as the dove brushes past Steven, he'll begin to experience what seems to be a familiar memory. Toriel, alive, her face set into an expression of grim determination as she stares through Frisk. Steven might even feel Frisk's emotions at the time; their anxiousness, their fear, and most of all — the determination to set things right in this timeline.

... Timeline?

It's then that he might notice the subtle differences. Frisk isn't injured. Toriel isn't injured. And most notably, Frisk isn't wielding a toy knife, but a very unimpressive looking stick. One he may or may not have seen before, in fact. The memory proceeds to go very differently from that point forward. Frisk doesn't attack her. She doesn't die. And it ends just as Toriel says her goodbyes to Frisk, hugging them just before she leaves.

As Steven snaps out of it, he might notice the fact that Frisk has sat up by now. The next thing he might notice is the fact that they're cradling their head in their hands, face pale while they look at Aron cross-eyed.]

... Aron...?

[They're definitely sounding a little queasy there. Oops.]

[geophile]

[ it's an odd feeling, that much is certain. while he doesn't quite black out as he's experiencing the memory, his focus is set completely on processing its contents as opposed to his surroundings. that was definitely the same woman he saw frisk battling in the memory shown in the mirror room of the labyrinth, but it's far more different - it's peaceful. passive, even.

he's a little bit hazy himself as he snaps out of it, but probably not as nauseous and disoriented as frisk is feeling. once he's aware of his surroundings, he sees aron nudging frisk gently in an attempt to ask if they're all right. he'll do the same, crouching down to face them and speak softly. ]

Frisk... what were you doing down there?

[ he's not going to say anything about what he saw; at least, not right now. ]

[trueend]

[Man, this is not a good sensation at all. They're reaching out to pet Aron's head as a form of reassurance, but their hand is wobbly and uncoordinated. This is probably not reassuring in the slightest? They know they'd get worried seeing one of their friends acting like this.

Nausea aside, they don't think they're going to actually barf, so... they're glancing at Steven. Or, at least, they're making an effort to glance at him. It's a little hard to keep their gaze steady at the moment.]

I was... [uhh] trying to help a bird? Looked injured... but...

[Where did the bird go? They saw it get spooked, but now they can't find out. Though, they probably won't be able to find much until they get a grip on themselves.]

[geophile]

[ please don't barf on his shoes, they're prada :(

but woah there, that probably isn't safe for them to be doing in that state. he places a gentle hand on their shoulder to try and steady them, and notices even more that they're swaying a bit. if their dazed look wasn't enough, he is now Officially Concerned. ]

Take it slow. You don't look well. [ he'll slowly help them up to their feet, easing them to sit on the bench they were under. aron follows, hopping up onto the bench next to them. ]

Aron and I didn't notice any sort of bird. Are you sure that's what you saw?

iii-a!

[mombastic]

[ Who doesn't love shopping? Or... window-shopping, and seeing Frisk standing outside one of the stores reminds her of Leon, longingly staring at a candy shop window display, except Frisk probably isn't half as stubborn as Leon when it comes to admitting something.

Otome can't really hide her smile as she steps forward. ]

What's got your interest, Frisk?

[trueend]

[They can be stubborn as all heck when they want to, but then again... Leon's stubbornness is one of a kind. He might as well be a category of his own. A new way to judge how stubborn a kid can be, on a scale of 1 to Leon.

They're smiling back when she approaches, of course, glancing away from their new "friend".]

Mm, just this. [Tapping the glass, right over an ad for — a hamburger doughnut and a jumbo hotdog croissant? That doesn't look healthy.] Don't know if I should try one... Keep thinking 's better to save my money for something better and more important?

[Like new clothes if they ruin their old ones with hard to remove bloodstains again. Because that is a thing. Thanks, Cerealia.]

[mombastic]

... I'm not sure if that would even be delicious. If anything, it might be too overwhelming of a flavor.

[ And incredibly unhealthy. Her doctor heart is screaming. ]

[trueend]

You think so? [BUMMER... They're frowning at the ad now.] ... Maybe I'll buy a regular doughnut, then.

[Weren't they talking about saving up money just five seconds ago? Weirdo.

All this talk about food has taken their attention away from their new "friend", however. Meaning that they don't notice as it s l o w l y waddles closer to Otome. Unless she takes a step back, it might touch her soon. Soon-ish. It's not exactly winning the Olympics here. What a sad bird.]

[mombastic]

I think I could get you a regular croissant, too. I know it isn't as exciting, but...

[ Your body will thank you.

Also yeah, she's totally oblivious to this invisible bird. Oops. ]

iii-a

[detanimetion]

[And here comes Undyne, her basket full of delicious fresh ingredients that will no doubt be completely destroyed into unrecognizable bits of charcoal once she's through with them. She gives Frisk a wave when she sees them, though she has no idea who they're talking to.]

Someone's sad? You should invite them over so we can cook them spaghetti! That'll cheer them up!

[OR KILL THEM....]

[trueend]

[R.I.P. ingredients. You were loved and cared for by some farmer in space. Probably.

Food is the solution to every problem, though, so they're heavily considering Undyne's suggestion. Maybe... if they swap the spaghetti with an edible batch.......... Like the microwavable cup you can buy at the supermarket.]

... Do you think birds like spaghetti?

[This is the hard hitting question.]

[detanimetion]

[are you saying that undyne can't nuke cup ramen she will take that challenge]

Of course they do, everyone likes spaghetti! [Pause.] Well, the bird near my house that carries people across the gap always runs away when I offer it some. But that's just because it needs to keep its energy up!

[Okay no, she actually has enough self-awareness to know her spaghetti isn't the greatest, she just...refuses to admit it.....]

[trueend]

[Oh, god. No. Spare the cup ramen. Spare the cup Chef Boyardee knock offs, too.]

Maybe... it likes spaghetti a lot and knows it'll eat it all? And it doesn't wanna leave everyone else without spaghetti. So it runs away like a cool hero.

[... This is their attempt at soothing Undyne's slightly bruised pride. Put a positive spin on things.]

III-B

[cresthopes]

[As Takeru was running through the market, he was thinking about what he should get for Han. After how he had to work every single day, the boy felt like he should help out with some of the shopping! So as he tried to figure out what to get for his father figure, he wasn't exactly looking where he was going.

When he bumped into Frisk, he started to panic]

I-I'm sorry, are you okay?

[trueend]

[Frisk's sturdier than they look, so having Takeru bump into them doesn't really hurt. They're more surprised than anything, really, and even that passes quickly.]

'M okay. [They smile, reassuringly.] Didn't step on my foot or anything bad like that, so don't worry. Don't need to say you're sorry.

[So relax, stranger!

Or don't relax at all, because the dove seems to have waddled away from Frisk and closer to Takeru. It's not touching him yet, but...]

[cresthopes]

Yeah, I know but it's still a polite thing to do when you bump into someone! My mom always said that it's always a good thing to apologize for an accident!

[Although, Takeru was happy to see that Frisk didn't seemed to be bothered by it! The last thing he wanted was to have someone be angry at him for something!

However, just when he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a little dizzy. He wasn't sure exactly why he did take a few steps back] O-Or maybe I should take a seat somewhere, I feel dizzy all of a sudden.

[trueend]

[Alas, they don't have any monster food on them or else they would have offered him some. Monster food is a cure-all, after all. It could help with dizziness. But there's nothing to be done about that for the moment, so they have to settle for frowning and offering him a hand.]

Saw a bench really close to here. I'll help you walk.

[Should Takeru accept Frisk's offer, they'll gladly guide him towards said bench. And also, accidentally, into their little bird "buddy".

The memory he sees might be a little strange at first. It's dark, that much is obvious. Seeing past the strange smog in the air is hard enough even without the lack of illumination, but Frisk makes do as they search for whatever was dropped in the sink. They turn them on one by one, trying to stay brave even while trapped down here, and then — something comes out. And that something attacks them.

The memory ends as they grab the red key, placing it on their keychain with shaky hands.]

[cresthopes]

Y-Yeah, that would be good! Thanks, I reall-

[Although, once he took their hand, suddenly everything changed. Everything got darker and it was difficult to see. Feeling scared, Takeru was ready to ask somebody for help! However, it didn't take him long to realize that something else was going on.

Watching Frisk by the sink, he was wondering exactly what they were up to. But when the ghosts started to appear, he wanted to warn them! And yet, it felt like there was nothing he could do. As he watched Frisk battle, he wondered what in the world was going on!

As soon as they got the red key, he suddenly found himself right back in the garden! ...What just happened...?

Sorry, Frisk, you'll have to deal with one smol boy just staring and well? Just staring off in midair!]

II-B

[criticalhip]

[Walks around the park to clear your head are for people with far more ambition and energy than the lazy bag of bones otherwise known as Sans. He's taken a liking to the trees and the general calmness of the atmosphere, and the many benches can attest to the plethora of naps, long and short, that he's undergone without a care to time, weather, or place. It's a gift and a curse. Equal parts both, leaning a bit towards gift on a good day.]

[Today's nap of choice, however, isn't a clever duck of his usual, mundane responsibilities. That would earn a slight spring in Sans' usual schlep, the kind where a well-deserved rest was afoot.]

[Nope, today's nap is reminiscent of his time Underground. A time when taking things a day at a time was an exercise in trying not to overthink the future or the despair-inducing irony that was the lack thereof. When you can spend a good twelve hours out of the day curled up in a warm blanket, eyes shut, and just forget for a while.]

[But that was the root of today's, and most likely tomorrow's, problem: something had gone terribly wrong, and Papyrus had lost every inkling as to who the hell is Sans. It was the kind of grief that, after slamming the older skeleton like a freight train, flipped from a roller coaster of emotion to a complete freefall into Kübler-Ross' mahogany-laden* office like a desperate contestant in a competition for the absolute worst ride in Disney World. Zero stars. Would not go again. Tower of Terror is ten million times better.]

[The point is that Sans is having a pretty bad time.]

[Bad enough that he'd grabbed a couple of choice items from his room, headed out the door of his and his brother's shared apartment, and... kept walking. No shortcuts or cheating, just walking. All while his own spirit animal dove struggled to keep up with his pace. Not that he moved with any particular swiftness, this is still Sans we're talking about and he's still a lazy fothermucker, but his dove had the privilege of flopping forward with the kind of limp that would make Tiny Tim go "Damn, son."]

[Sans and his barely corporeal companion finally come to a halt when he spots a certain human child making friends with the ground. He instantly unclenches the fist he'd made around an important piece of paper hastily stuffed into his pocket, and his shoulders relax to their usual lackadaisical slack. Slackadaisical? Yeah, that's a good word for it.]

[He counts on his forever grin to hold up the facade as he bends down to greet Frisk. Time to be his everyday self. Maybe helping out the second most important person in his life will help with the hurt of losing the first. And maybe with the added frustration that comes with the nagging feeling that he's forgetting something (someone?) himself.]

Hey, kiddo.

Didja lose something?

[*Who the heck knows if Dr. Kübler-Ross had any mahogany in her office. It can only be assumed she was classy AF and decorated like a pro.]

boy i die..............shit boy

[trueend]

[They're pretty focused on trying to coax the dove to come closer, so when Sans greets them, they're a little startled. Not enough to hit their head on the side of the bend or anything like that, but enough that they visibly jolt. They're pushing themselves up to look at him a moment later, the frustrated look on their face quickly getting replaced by a smile.

Looks like nothing is out of the ordinary with Frisk... so far, at least.]

Didn't lose anything. [Shaking their head and shooting a quick glance at their new "friend".] ... Getting followed by a bird, though. It looks injured, but... Won't let me help. Don't know why.

[And in the few seconds they've been talking to Sans, said dove has slowly waddled out from under the table. It's not touching anyone yet, and Frisk hasn't noticed it moved, but. Well.

How long until it decides to try and give flying another go?]

how i had die over some macnuggets

[criticalhip]

So you got one too, huh?

Mine's also pretty beat up.

[And he feels bad about that, but more important things are going on outside of a couple of stubborn doves who won't let a couple of cool cats help with their boo boos.]

[Sans kneels down until he's at Frisk's level, winking at them with a thumbs up before peering underneath the bench. This is a nice little distraction from the end-game Jenga tower that is Sans' life.]

[Maybe they can go from some ice cream after. Wouldn't that be nice?]

Huh.

I don't uh... I don't see it.

1/? this tag is coming from beyond the grave

[trueend]

You have one, too? Weird...

[But also pretty curious, if you ask them. They're going to take a moment to examine the surrounding area, but they don't see a second bird behind or next to Sans. Which is, uh, odd. Since their's has been following around all day long. Maybe this one is more independent? Or not.

They look underneath the bench again, ready to tell Sans that their bird is right there — except it isn't. Uh.]

... Did it leave?

[They're as confused as they sound.

Of course, Frisk's bird has a shitty an impeccable sense of timing, so it chooses that moment to sneak up and waddle through Sans.

And then]

2/3

[trueend]

[It feels more like an out of body experience than a memory.

Snowdin is quiet. More quiet than it ever should be. The only thing they can hear right now is the sound of their own feet, shuffling through the snow like they're being forcibly dragged forward by something. It's too cold out here. They don't really feel it. They don't really feel anything, actually. There's a heavy layer of dust coating their hands and rubbing against the space between their fingers, but all they can feel is an all encompassing sense of numbness. They shouldn't keep going, but they can and therefore they will.

They continue shambling forward. It's hard to see past all this fog, but they've memorized the way by now.

Snowdin is still quiet.

And then it isn't.

They don't feel numb anymore. In fact, they feel way too many things at once. They feel anger, hate and irritation. They want to keep going. Papyrus is in the way. They feel they need to get stronger. Eradicating the enemy is the only way to become strong. They want to finish the job. And with this "determination", they'll see things through to the very end.

It all feels foreign, like none of it belongs to them.

As Payrus's head turns to dust and he finally, finally shuts up, the numbness returns. That was forgettable. They step over the pile of dust, not caring that this used to be their friend once upon a time, and continue toward Waterfall. Maybe fighting Undyne will make them stronger? Or maybe she'll just cling to life while her body slowly loses shape, again and again and again. That's always been interesting, hasn't it?

(It hasn't.)]

3/3 there we go goodbye i am gone

[trueend]

[The memory ends.

Frisk looks pale. Unhealthily so. The sudden nausea and vertigo they've been slammed with are not the sole reason for this, however. Not at all. They're covering their mouth with on hand, holding themselves steady on the ground with the other, and there's already a cold sweat working its way down their back. They want to leave. They want to run. They want to puke. They know something was shared — something they've been trying to forget since they reached the surface with all their friends. Something disgusting.

It's one thing for the people they've met here to see the first time they killed Toriel (an accident). It's another entirely for Sans to see the last time they (purposely) killed Papyrus. This is different. This is worse. This is something they never ever wanted to happen.

But it did. And they can't get their legs to cooperate, so they stay where they are, rooted to the ground. They're... definitely not looking at Sans, though. They don't want to see his reaction. They can't.]