❝ AH I am just trying to be realistic for the spiders, 12G will not
ensure the safety of the spiders in the ruins, 9999G certainly will!
It’s not MY choice exactly, one would rather get it all out the way then
over a long period of time yes? The spiders in the ruins need saving
NOW- or asap, rather than a couple hundred years from now. ❞
‘ a - as they say, patience is your best
virtue, muffet... ’
Frisk mumbles the phrase, but shortly thereafter coughs to cover it up... which leads to a brief, but painful coughing fit. Alphys would be here in a heartbeat, if she could. More likely than not, she’s fretting over their location right now && asking Mettaton to pause the show to find them. Or she’s still asleep. Let’s hope it’s the latter.
‘ b - but! you know, raising the prices is
fine and all... but how about 50G? it’s
more than 12G and less than 9999G,
and everyone can afford it! ’
* …it’s not that i don’t trust you or alphys. just be careful, kid; i’ve heard some rumors about what her research is staked on these days. and anyway, you know that if you ever need to talk or anything, all you need to do is call me up.
‘ ... i know. a - about the rumors i mean !
a - and they’re ... um. nevermind. but e -
everything’s fine, really ! there’s absolutely
no r - reason whatsoever t - to worry ab -
bout me or anything, ha ha ... ’
For every “✖” I get, my Muse’s “Darkening Meter” will rise by 10%, driving them more and more insane! If you get them to 100%, you get a small drabble of their final moments before being completely enveloped!
He chuckled at them, turning to where they heard the noise. He’d had his fun. He had talked, and met them. He had learned about this timeline, about it’s flaws. About it’s mistakes. But now it was time for him to do his job.
It was time for him to get rid of the abominations.
They had to keep him talking -- stall him for more time while they tried to focus their powers. They need to turn their fear into anger -- paranoia into protectiveness. Truthfully, they need to find a reason -- any reason at all to be mad at the alternate of their best friend, and then they can work their way up. It doesn’t even have to be TRUE, it just has to have some logic behind it. Then, he says “ heart strings ” &&. they have their reason. Sparks fly and BLUE MAGIC shoots from their hands, past the parasite that they desperately want to call their best friend. ( Warning shot. )
‘ no ! i know you -- you aren’t my sans
but you’re still my best friend ! no matter
if - if i’m able to use magic or i have
vivid dreams and see things that aren’t
real and --- sans please ! you know i
won’t go down that easily, but i’ll -- i’ll get
chara if i need to ! they won’t hesitate to
FIGHT you ! so please !! please just leave
me A L O N E ! ’
* ❝ Y’ realize it’s been, like, a hundred years or somethin’ since I took that trainin’, right? An’ hell if I knew what that crazy fishstick’s done wit’ the bar exam now.
… But it wasn’ too hard, I guess. For a dog. ❞
The fluctuation of the monster’s tone on the last word makes them huff indignantly.
‘ wh - what do you mean b - by that ?
do you th - think i can’t get into the r -
royal guard - d, doggo ? ’
She seemed shocked, stunned even by the child’s explaination. They were related to Mettaton? The Mettaton? Doing her best to calm her now very raspy breathing, Aysel took a moment to remember the words she wanted to sign. She was still learning, and had to focus very hard on Frisk’s signs. Even then, only some of them made it through, the important ones at least.
‘Mettaton is your uncle? That’s amazing! I didn’t know Mettaton even knew any children, not that I would, I don’t know him personally myself, but I wish I did, but–’
Her hands stopped, and Aysel realized she was getting off topic. Frowning apologetically, she continued, slowly. ‘It’s nice to meet you Frisk. My name is Aysel, like EYE and ZELLE. Do you need any help with your errand? I don’t have anything else to do, if you do.’
✽ Definitely a fan.
Unlike SOME people, Frisk found the endearing nature of Mettaton’s fans both amusing and sweet. Sometimes a bit frightening, but oh well. The life of a star comes with pros and cons, they suppose. They watch the fast, excited signing, and there’s a gentle smile on their face. They’re not sure if she can see their face, what with the cloak and all, but monsters sometimes defy all logic.
[ likewise aysel !! but i um ... i think
i’ve got it. thank you though ! ]
It’s with that thought in mind that they move around the monster, looking up at the soda bottle and ... their hands get a bit sweaty. Why is everything they need on the top shelf ? They raise their hand and try &&. focus their magic, the bottle tipping gently ... then it falls into their hands, which are obviously shaking. They’ll need to let it settle before opening it. Now, where are the chisps ? ( The ones in Alphys’ lab are nasty. )
The world, her thoughts; her dreams crumble and rust with each passing moment–
She corrects herself, the tender touch of the younger against her both soothing and alarming. Movement is a blur, she can’t think fast enough. Never going to keep up, she resides herself to the fate of resting against them.
“ Ah, rest? No, no– I prefer tea. “
She’s terribly out of it, it seems.
The words that held no meaning to what they tried to sign to the other child only made Frisk more worried of her health. Chara didn’t seem to care about her, as if they had long since grown bored of watching her charades already ( as if they’d seen her b e f o r e ). Of course, the pacifist refused to question it, as they didn’t want to explain excuse another spiel of “ talking to themselves ”. They’d much rather talk to Chara whenever this girl gets some well deserved rest.
Frisk lets out a gentle huff before carrying her to the bed of leaves and flowers just before Toriel’s home. ( They know she doesn’t check anymore, considering they would be the last human. ) They sit down next to the other kid, smiling as they sign -- slowly.
* You ̵węr͝e ͡a͘ ̨m ͢i s͡ t ͞a ̸k͡ ̢e.̸ {{ ;; PSH. SANS COMING TO PROTECT? MORE LIKE SAM'S COMING TO SHOOT DOWN. ;; }}
face facts, frisk. || accepting.
WELL ERROR IS A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG
How many times have they been told this ?
Too many times.
( Too many to count. )
A phrase burned into their mind from countless ( endless ) times from their real family – their BIRTH family, not to mention coming from themselves and twisted mantras in their head from people who didn’t mean it, didn’t even say it at all. ( Only a broken child with a twisted mind. ) So that’s why they forced themselves to laugh at the trespasser’s words, tears sketching trails onto their face as they tried, tried, tried to keep themselves from sobbing.
‘ th - thanks - s f - for th - the remind - der. ’
name: riley.
birthday: nov. 23.
sexual orientation: demi ?
dad’s name: michael.
school status: early college/highschool.
YES/NO
drink?: occasionally.
smoke?: fuck no.
eat cake?: the cake is a lie ! yep.
believe in true love?: no.
afraid of the dark?: occasionally.
cat person: yes !
virgin?: yes !!
FAVORITES
shampoo: whatever’s in the shower.
disney song: Why Should I Worry from Oliver & Co.
actress: johnny depp my dudes.
car: I LOVE CAMEROS GOD !!!! I LOVE CAMEROS <333
person: snorts. i ain’t pickin’ favorites.
type of weather: somewhere in between “ snow ” cold and “ i step outside & i melt ” hot.
colour: green / red
90s Show: PPG !
QUESTIONS
what is your special talent as a roleplayer?: ???? good question. i’d have to say
what is your favorite type of roleplay genre, and why?: Angst gives me life but I happen to be a sucker for hurt/comfort.
why did you pick your muse? Frisk is a character I relate to, even though they say nothing at all. They just... IDK. I guess they speak to me. Heheheh.
if you could write any other muse - but know you don’t have the muse for him/her - who would it be?: Prob’ly someone from RIFT or WoW for sure, esp’ a villain. I love anti-hero/villainous types far more than heroic ones, relatable or not.
what is one thing you think you need to work on as a partner?: Keeping my muses under fucking control.
what would be your warning label to other roleplayers?: I love breaking my partners’ hearts. Ask @ apsenti.
what is your favorite episode/scene of your muse?: The “ date ” with Alphys is p’ funny, but I’m in favor of the Grillby’s visit in the beginning. <3
What crack!ships do you have for your muse?: i like friskriel kinda, but i love platonic ships like FRISK AND ALPHY S.
What is your senpai blog for someone who plays the same muse as you?:
everyone. literally everyone.
Frisk had tried again this afternoon ( or was it night ? Morning ? No one can tell in the catacombs of a mountain long forgotten, really ). They had tried to slip into the CORE, past Alphys as her cameras began to malfunction ( on time as usual ) as blurred outlines went ignored in the static, past Mettaton as his show schedules became suddenly overwhelmed and he tried to right them while trying to figure out the cause of it. They had effectively gotten into the place, but there was something amiss. The air hummed with life that shouldn’t exist. All monsters here know their name, know they like to be alone when visiting nowadays. So they opted to try and find it — the source of this wrongdoing was, indeed, found.
Rather, ＨＥ found THEM.
Stubborn as a mule, the sickly eight year old fought ( the older than time itself nonexistent being ) over something that they would end up doing anyway. Pent up aggression and anger and hatred and fear erupted inside them from the past few months, from the mere day of speaking to the Doctor, and became words they would have never said, were they in better condition, in better mood, but now they’re screaming at each other, magic in welling up inside them, and BLUE MAGIC shoots out from their hands, surprisingly controlled, but it misses its target ( goes right through it ), and there’s momentary surprise on the other’s ( not - ) features before it turns to anger. Everything gets louder and the ground shakes underneath them both as volume increases enough for people at the Resort Hotel to hear ( even if they only hear vaguely human-like sounds through massive static and white noise ).
Suddenly, a phrase makes Frisk stop, switch gears in less a second.
‘ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ａ Ｋ Ｅ． ’
Gentle blue irises ( previously so nice and open ) become colder than the snow of Snowdin, harsher than a hailstorm, and the ground slowly stops its quaking, leaving the stone-faced duplicate of the person who claimed to be Frisk to relive something they wish they could stop from happening. Their hands began to shake as their eye activated and their “ dreams ” became real again. Memories blurred their vision and they couldn’t stop seeing their family – their real family. The ones that made them sincerely wish Death’s hand upon their throat. Fists clench as that phrase becomes a horrible mantra in their mind; bangs fall in front of their eyes ( doing nothing to hide the magic that flares ) and their body begins to quiver as if they were Atlas, bearing the weight of worlds not their own. Then — laughter.
Laughter spills out of them in rivers, but it’s not their usual laughter. This is the you’ve made a dire mistake laughter that only happens when someone triggers … unwanted memories. Needless to say, they’re tired of the Doctor pushing their buttons. Focused magic shoots out of their hands one, two, three, F O U R times ( they all miss, of course. How can you hit something that doesn’t exist ? ) before the tears that built up in their eyes from just hearing it the first time fall, fall, fall, like a waterfall ( unstoppable, only held back until unable to anymore ). They scream out in the Doctor’s own language ( one they have // shouldn’t have known ), calling him out on things that they’re sure he’s already aware of, considering how he is at this current moment. But he says it again. Mistake. “ You were a m i s t a k e ”. “ You have no right to say that, considering what you are ”. Not WHO they are, but ｗｈａｔ they are. They consider pointing out the fact that “ at least I E X I S T ” but that would be a low blow, and technically incorrect. Their existence here is fated to fade. ( They don’t need that reminder. ) So they go the opposite route.
Frisk turns away from the Doctor, to where Chara stood not too far away from the main entrance to the door, looking worried about them, about their health, considering that they couldn’t even master the powers when alone and in pain ( why would they focus under anger, hatred, guilt ? It made no sense to the spirit, but they could still feel the residual pain &&. it hurt — a lot. So that means Frisk was in even more pain ). They blink over to the doorway that opens easily for them, and they close their eyes, trying to calm down. Their voice is a low growl of what it used to be, barely audible to even Chara, but they knew Ｈ Ｅ would hear it.
(( ♛ Why not? I know we've never interacted, but...
[ ♛ ] want to hear me gush about you ?? || accepting.
my opinion on;
character in general: it’s an oc, and it looks good, i guess ? sorry but i’m just really picky with ocs. ( i know how hard it is for ocs nowadays but… sorry. )how they play them: well. y’see.the mun: don’t know ‘em !
do i;
follow them: nope.rp with them: nuh uh.want to rp with them: uhh, don’t take this the wrong way but prob’ly not my dude.ship their character with mine: –
what is my;
overall opinion:
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
