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A Undertale roleplay blog, currently in progress. The mun is alright with tackling darker subjects, and tries to tag all triggers. However, the mun does not RP anything NSFW, and in general tries to keep their RPs to around a PG-13 level. Mun also roleplays a Grillby at amidnightfire

[ofkeysandswords]

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[ofkeysandswords]

Almost immediately, the blonde’s facial expression turned to a much more cheerful one.  “We didn’t get into any trouble.  We got through things just fine, in fact.”  The brunette’s facial expression seemed to hold a bit of doubt but Silver did his best to suppress his feelings.   “Would you know a…” Silver started before pausing mid-sentence.  The brunette was determined to get to the point and ask if she knew a way out but he hesitated at the last moment.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

Toriel looked between the two. There was little doubt of her confusion. 

“Would I know a what? I know lots of monsters in the underground-did one of them try to play a prank?” It was hard to tell if she misheard them, or if she was deliberately trying to change the subject. 

“You should come inside and eat. It’s been a long day so far!”

[ofkeysandswords]

Almost immediately, the young man tried to ask the question again.  “Would you know of a way…”  The blonde seemed confused by Toriel’s response.  However, just as she was about to tell the goat monster what her brother met, Toriel had already brought up heading inside and eating.

The blonde shook her head and sighed, “Alright, unless Silver can finally complete his sentence, I suppose there’s not really anything else to do, for now.  Although we will eventually need to figure a way out of this part of the Underground if we are to reach the Surface once more.  We have to find a way off of this….  Well, we have places to go.”

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

Torial’s eyes seamed to dim, and her ears drooped a little more. Lying-lying was difficult for all monsters. Yet, she had more then most. These were subtle changes. Small things, that the two keyblade wielders could easily have missed. 

“The surface-well, with the barrier, there’s really no way back up there, unfortunately. Whatever places you had to go-well, it would be impossible to go to them now. I’m, i’m sorry, children.”

[ofkeysandswords]

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[ofkeysandswords]

Almost immediately, the blonde’s facial expression turned to a much more cheerful one.  “We didn’t get into any trouble.  We got through things just fine, in fact.”  The brunette’s facial expression seemed to hold a bit of doubt but Silver did his best to suppress his feelings.   “Would you know a…” Silver started before pausing mid-sentence.  The brunette was determined to get to the point and ask if she knew a way out but he hesitated at the last moment.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

Toriel looked between the two. There was little doubt of her confusion. 

“Would I know a what? I know lots of monsters in the underground-did one of them try to play a prank?” It was hard to tell if she misheard them, or if she was deliberately trying to change the subject. 

“You should come inside and eat. It’s been a long day so far!”

[ofkeysandswords]

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[ofkeysandswords]

This area definitely felt new.  It looked quite different from the Ruins.  The siblings exchanged glances before making their way towards the house.  However, once they got to the door, Alexandra glanced over to Silver and asked, “Are we going to knock?  This seems like someone’s house.”

“Maybe we should turn back.  Perhaps, this isn’t the way out of the Ruins, especially if it looks like someone’s house,” the young man fired back, unsure of what they should do.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

The home was warm. The sweet, almost overwhelming smell of cinnamon wafted from the windows. Odd, that there would even be windows-the underground hadn’t much of a view.  Humming could be heard from inside-a soft noise, but at least, it confirmed someone was around.

[ofkeysandswords]

The siblings were a little unsure why a house like this had windows.  Even so, the sound of humming coming from inside the house made them wonder.  Finally, Alexandra caved and decided to approach the door and knock.  All the while, Silver looked quite a bit nervous as he stepped up, taking Alexandra’s side, just in case there was any danger.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

The woman opened the door, a confused expression beaming to a happy one. “oh, children! I’m sorry-I had a lot of....difficulty, with my tasks. I did not mean to leave you alone for so long-did you get into any trouble?”

They glanced at the window, where a small white dog charged past, disappearing under the shadows. A trail of flour pawprints, left in it’s wake.  “That dog really gets in the way.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He tried not to laugh. Oh, he almost felt sorry for the skeleton. Almost. 

“maybe. But then again-I would have thought you’d do that already, if you could.” there was a venom to his voice. Perhaps he was just trying to test how far Sans would go-or if he really was trying to hide how much magic he contained. 

True, this skeleton probably could. He couldn’t deny that they were smart enough-determined enough, for such a thing to pass. But a certain anger, creeping at his soul. Demanding he test this-and demanding, he make this skeleton suffer for his crime. 

What did he do exactly? -well, there was probably something. He could find a reason later. 

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

*heh

*i’ll admit, i’m not the kindest monster in the underground

*but i’m not an unjust murderer

*it’ll take a hell of a lot of pressing to get me to do anything drastic, and buddy

*you’re really pushing it

[He kept his pupils locked onto the monster in front of him. His soul was pulsing rapidly behind the cage, attempting to let even one spark of magic out. He managed to wrestle a few stray sparks of magic from the cage, his functioning pupil glowing a brighter white as a result. That word he used earlier. “Unjust.” As if he was the grand judge of who lives and dies. As if he’s justified a murder to himself before]

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

“Maybe. But I would suppose that if you COULD do anything-you’d probably have already done it? I doubt that sleep deprivation is really going to help you escape at this point.” 

He almost sounded annoyed. 

“Or, would you like a chance to prove it? A few of the experiment chambers I own, were built around escapes. Or at least, seeing how close a subject could get. Most could not.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He tried not to laugh. Oh, he almost felt sorry for the skeleton. Almost. 

“maybe. But then again-I would have thought you’d do that already, if you could.” there was a venom to his voice. Perhaps he was just trying to test how far Sans would go-or if he really was trying to hide how much magic he contained. 

True, this skeleton probably could. He couldn’t deny that they were smart enough-determined enough, for such a thing to pass. But a certain anger, creeping at his soul. Demanding he test this-and demanding, he make this skeleton suffer for his crime. 

What did he do exactly? -well, there was probably something. He could find a reason later. 

[archdeviousaster]

amidnightvoidwatcher:

A noise escaped him, and bits of goop dripped on the floor. 

Well, this was good to know. Still, he couldn’t quite agree. “They may not ‘need’ education. But we both know they will be smart. The way I see it, it would be a waste not to let them use that mind for something.“

He shook his head. “At least, its worth considering trying to use education as an additional lock to their cage.  Let them witness an experiment in where the subject fails to escape. Let them learn that as subjects themselves-they’ll too, never be able to escape. Or let them learn things like math, or history. Reciting meaningless formulas for hours-would certainly keep them from trying to wriggle out of their cages. A distraction, really…” A breath. The other-well, he probably wouldn’t like any of this. Part of his soul feared the inevitable attack. “I…simply think that it’s something not worth ignoring outright.  Even if it’s only being given an education on military strategy. Or obedience training. “ 

And just in the blink of an eye a large vicious looking dagger-like claws raked the area next to Corrupt’s head. A terrifying large gash was seen, but what could be considerably worse was the fact that the hole was becoming larger at a rapid pace.

Large predator teeth appeared in Aster’s mouth dripping a deep violet goo. “dO yOU TAke mE FoR a FOoL?!” Aster shrieked in rage. His eyes black and his head glitching to make it appear as though it was twitching.

“ANy BuFFooN WOulD knOw ThAT!!!! i THoUGhT yOu OF alL FRagmENtS wOuLD kNOW THat!!!!”

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He trembled a little-holding his hand up to defend himself.  “no-you’re no fool. But-but perhaps, I am. I-pseak things. repeat things, to remember them. T-to try and remember what items might be needed-or wanted. And-well, you’re the one in charge of a-all this, right? Like-like to make sure, you’re following my thought-steps...”

He was afraid. While he was trying to hold some form of dignity, there was no denying his fear. Monsters weren’t used to hiding their emotions. Really, most physically couldn’t, and he was no exception to this rule of thumb. 

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He smiled. It was good to get that knowledge out of the way. So he’d yield without a second thought to protect his brother. 

He hadn’t taken the other prisoner, though. That was risky-too many chances that they’d try to save each other. Too many chances that they’d effect the test results. And truthfully-he couldn’t take both of them on in a fight. He wouldn’t even be able to win against this Sans’ in a fight. 

Hopefully, the skeleton wouldn’t realize this. 

with the cage bolted in place, he knocked against it once. “there–this should work relatively well at protection. I’m surprised you hadn’t sought out a defense for your low hp though.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

[King winced slightly, ribs bumping against the cage. It didn’t particularly hurt, but the vibrations from the knock made him a bit dizzy and lightheaded. He tried to calm down. He would get nowhere if he was afraid. C'mon, he thought to himself, You’re tougher than this. He took a quick breath, but his nerves didn’t calm]

*never really needed to

*after all, the underground isn’t dangerous if you know the right people

*besides, i can defend myself enough

*and who’d ever want to kill a comic?

*heh heh heh…

[The entire thing was just an act, albeit a good one. He felt terrible. Just knowing his brother could very well be in the same amount as, if not more pain than he was… He just felt useless]

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He shook his head. “Hmm. I suppose it makes sense. The underground is-peaceful. At least, the underground I recall. Perhaps they’re two different things.” He was glad. at least, keeping up an attitude like that. He’d probably be fine, regardless of what experiment he was put under. 

[archdeviousaster]

amidnightvoidwatcher:

 The other shuttered. The name-the name was new to him. At least, he had never met anyone it might belong too. It wasn’t his place to ask, and it certainly wasn’t his place to try and assume. 

His eyes gleamed with interest. “…maybe. But-well, thats dipping into magic I’ve never learned. I’m more worried about the supplies, and what kind of education these kids might have. Scientists as we are–well, there are certainly gaps in my knowledge. “

Aster chuckled an eerie hissing chuckle. It soon became a roaring laugh as the crazed fragment turned towards the goo Gaster. “Pray tell me Corrupt…. what sort of education do guard dogs need? What education to experiments need? They need nothing.” 

Aster’s eye lights flickered wildly as ichor ran out of his crooked grinning mouth, down his chin and to the floor below.

“They need not learn anything. only to obey their master.”

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

A noise escaped him, and bits of goop dripped on the floor. 

Well, this was good to know. Still, he couldn’t quite agree. “They may not ‘need’ education. But we both know they will be smart. The way I see it, it would be a waste not to let them use that mind for something."

He shook his head. “At least, its worth considering trying to use education as an additional lock to their cage.  Let them witness an experiment in where the subject fails to escape. Let them learn that as subjects themselves-they’ll too, never be able to escape. Or let them learn things like math, or history. Reciting meaningless formulas for hours-would certainly keep them from trying to wriggle out of their cages. A distraction, really...” A breath. The other-well, he probably wouldn’t like any of this. Part of his soul feared the inevitable attack. “I...simply think that it’s something not worth ignoring outright.  Even if it’s only being given an education on military strategy. Or obedience training. “ 

[ofkeysandswords]

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[ofkeysandswords]

This area definitely felt new.  It looked quite different from the Ruins.  The siblings exchanged glances before making their way towards the house.  However, once they got to the door, Alexandra glanced over to Silver and asked, “Are we going to knock?  This seems like someone’s house.”

“Maybe we should turn back.  Perhaps, this isn’t the way out of the Ruins, especially if it looks like someone’s house,” the young man fired back, unsure of what they should do.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

The home was warm. The sweet, almost overwhelming smell of cinnamon wafted from the windows. Odd, that there would even be windows-the underground hadn’t much of a view.  Humming could be heard from inside-a soft noise, but at least, it confirmed someone was around.

[archdeviousaster]

Aster said nothing, but watched the process with an almost… hungry expression on his face. Belief had nothing to do with it… of so Aster thought.

One of the subjects squirmed a bit as the serum started it’s effects, but aster was soon there and gently stroked their head. “Sshh… it’s alright…. you’re fine.” The subject calmed a bit and grabbed Aster’s hand with it’s own and held it.

Aster’s eyes narrowed, but for now he would allow it. It wasn’t that the subject didn’t need some comfort. Aster simply hated to be touched.

Looking over to the other subject Aster noted that it remained silent as if trying to prove that it was strong and didn’t need comforting. Or perhaps it wanted to be strong for the whimpering one. Either way it was silent and sleeping peacefully. 

The whimpering one let go of Asters hand and the fragment slipped it into his pocket. There were no notable changes physically, but Aster could see the SOULs were much stronger then they had been.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

Corrupt-as he’d been so named, was still sure that belief helped. He looked to the two children. A mix of pitty and hope in his eyes. “Hope is all we do have. We aren’t gods-at least, I believe most of us aren’t. There may be a few who do have human souls about-who are as strong as gods-but I don’t believe I’m one of them. “ A look, at the two skeleton pups. “Have you thought about how you were going to raise them? The void is-a difficult place even for adults. they’ll need to be strong, and they’ll need to be trained to fight fast.”

[archdeviousaster]

Aster looked at Corrupt with an angry insulted look on his face. “You forget with whom you speak.” He hissed baring his jagged teeth at the other.

“I may not have trained them in this pitiful plane of existence, but there are many others where I’ve trained them. That… and the memories from the others… have taught them some things. In particular the ones that that wench Lucidia adopted. Putting in some false memories of a family can do wonders on a subjects abilities….” The fragment sneered now showing a wicked grin.

“That woman has no knowledge of her “sons” being lost to her. Adopted or not She won’t miss them. I regret that the fox and her sister managed to escape… but all in due time.”

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

 The other shuttered. The name-the name was new to him. At least, he had never met anyone it might belong too. It wasn’t his place to ask, and it certainly wasn’t his place to try and assume. 

His eyes gleamed with interest. “...maybe. But-well, thats dipping into magic I’ve never learned. I’m more worried about the supplies, and what kind of education these kids might have. Scientists as we are--well, there are certainly gaps in my knowledge. “

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He smiled. It was good to get that knowledge out of the way. So he’d yield without a second thought to protect his brother. 

He hadn’t taken the other prisoner, though. That was risky-too many chances that they’d try to save each other. Too many chances that they’d effect the test results. And truthfully-he couldn’t take both of them on in a fight. He wouldn’t even be able to win against this Sans’ in a fight. 

Hopefully, the skeleton wouldn’t realize this. 

with the cage bolted in place, he knocked against it once. “there--this should work relatively well at protection. I’m surprised you hadn’t sought out a defense for your low hp though.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

“Do you think you’re the first unwilling guest in this place?” they wheeled a table closer.  “Though for someone with only one hp-this does limit things quite a bit. There were two main techniques for securing a soul like yours. The first, is caging it in a container of sorts. The container then can be tied to your ribcage, to keep it still. Keeps your magic under my control, and would protect your soul from the worst effects. That method-also is helpful for less–restrictive, restraints.”

He shrugged. “Makes it so you’re restricted to certain rooms, then needing to be tethered to this table for security. Not that I would ever untie you outside an experiment, but I doubt you like being held like this.”

There was a pause, as he started to judge his reactions. “The other, is a type of wrapping. Cloth soaked in a certain chemical-it hardens quite well, and would still keep most of your magic at a reasonable level. But it’s certainly not as secure, or even offers as much protective qualities.” He pet the skeleton’s head-perhaps, just to mock him. “I believe the former method, would work well with you. But, if you’re going to put up a fuss, you can be sedated now.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

[His pupils disappeared after the first description. His voice became quiet and terrified, and he looked like a cornered animal. How pathetic. He tried once more to reason with them]

*i-i’ve really gotta go

*papyrus will be looking for me

*h-heh…

*h-he gets upset without his bedtime story

*g-great joke though, but it went a little far

[His soul pressed itself against his spine, trying to get as far away from the stranger as possible. Even it’s glow had dimmed…]

*a-ah, who put you up to this?

*undyne? grillby? mettaton?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

He felt pity for the other. No-he had to keep his own soul hardened against this. And there was no reason to let him keep such hopes. They would certainly effect the test results.  a needle was filled in front of sans, and placed down on the shelf nearby. 

“He might be looking for you. He might be tethered up in another room, wearing his own bracelets and tags. A trusting fellow, that sort: both are quite possible. Then again-perhaps some time in a distant, fuzzy future-this will feel like a odd nightmare you had one day. It certainly wasn’t ‘real’, of course it couldn’t be...” The held up the metal cage for Sans’ to see. It was a solid chunk of metal-heart shaped, with three latches on the left side. Which meant 3 different locks. The heart was dented in places-even cracked along a few edges. Three loops were attached to the thing-one for each of the three ‘points’ on the heart. Most likely where chains could be attached.  “now-are you going to keep arguing, or would you prefer being in a haze?”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

“Do you think you’re the first unwilling guest in this place?” they wheeled a table closer.  “Though for someone with only one hp-this does limit things quite a bit. There were two main techniques for securing a soul like yours. The first, is caging it in a container of sorts. The container then can be tied to your ribcage, to keep it still. Keeps your magic under my control, and would protect your soul from the worst effects. That method-also is helpful for less--restrictive, restraints.”

He shrugged. “Makes it so you’re restricted to certain rooms, then needing to be tethered to this table for security. Not that I would ever untie you outside an experiment, but I doubt you like being held like this.”

There was a pause, as he started to judge his reactions. “The other, is a type of wrapping. Cloth soaked in a certain chemical-it hardens quite well, and would still keep most of your magic at a reasonable level. But it’s certainly not as secure, or even offers as much protective qualities.” He pet the skeleton’s head-perhaps, just to mock him. “I believe the former method, would work well with you. But, if you’re going to put up a fuss, you can be sedated now.”

[archdeviousaster]

Aster said nothing, but watched the process with an almost… hungry expression on his face. Belief had nothing to do with it… of so Aster thought.

One of the subjects squirmed a bit as the serum started it’s effects, but aster was soon there and gently stroked their head. “Sshh… it’s alright…. you’re fine.” The subject calmed a bit and grabbed Aster’s hand with it’s own and held it.

Aster’s eyes narrowed, but for now he would allow it. It wasn’t that the subject didn’t need some comfort. Aster simply hated to be touched.

Looking over to the other subject Aster noted that it remained silent as if trying to prove that it was strong and didn’t need comforting. Or perhaps it wanted to be strong for the whimpering one. Either way it was silent and sleeping peacefully. 

The whimpering one let go of Asters hand and the fragment slipped it into his pocket. There were no notable changes physically, but Aster could see the SOULs were much stronger then they had been.

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

Corrupt-as he’d been so named, was still sure that belief helped. He looked to the two children. A mix of pitty and hope in his eyes. “Hope is all we do have. We aren’t gods-at least, I believe most of us aren’t. There may be a few who do have human souls about-who are as strong as gods-but I don’t believe I’m one of them. “ A look, at the two skeleton pups. “Have you thought about how you were going to raise them? The void is-a difficult place even for adults. they’ll need to be strong, and they’ll need to be trained to fight fast.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

(OOC: this is a torture/horror RP. So uh, while I will tag things and  hide things under a readmore, I thought I should give any readers the warning about that. )

Keep reading

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

[King stopped his attempts once he heard the voice, his eyelights sliding to the darkened corner of the room. He let his hands go limp. Maybe this stranger was here to help…?]

*hey, bud

*instead of standin’ over there givin’ advice, maybe you could come over and lend a hand?

*mine’re a little tied up right now

[He chuckled quietly at his own joke, bones rattling slightly against the cold metal. He watched the stranger move closer to him, hopeful]

*heh, th-

*ghk-?!

[Any hope he had for his escape was crushed as the metal disk was slid into his socket and nailed into place. He fought in futility against the chains, arms finding less than an inch of slack in them. Almost enough to slip a hand out. Almost. He was abnormally quiet during the procedure…]

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

The other had little to say. More focused on the task at hand. More focused on making sure that the subject wasn’t in too much pain. He had no reason to prolong other’s sufferings. There was pain in science, and then there was just outright cruelty. 

“I-appologize for this action. I know full well, that I’m crossing a moral line. But, it’s one I feel I have no choice but to cross. I’m sure some part of you can understand–though, i’m also sure most parts of you would like to turn me into a pile of dust on the counter. You’re more then welcomed to try”

He doubted the subject would find any comfort in his words. Still, there was no reason not to be blunt. They were not likely to survive their experiment.

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

[This was, by far, the most uncomfortable moment of his life. He barely heard the stranger over the sound of his own eyesocket being drilled. It was incredibly painful, but shock dulled the effect slightly. He swirled his fingers in the air above his hands, a bone materializing in his palm with the last of his magic. He shoved it between the chains and tried to break them]

*h-heh…

*i would, if i could

*1 hp, y'see?

*and i’m almost certain you’d-ngh-you’d attempt to defend yerself

*and i don’t very much like where that series of events would lead

*besides, there are better monsters to test on, right?

[The bone in his hands snapped from the pressure, crumbling and disappearing in his hands without any progress made]

*dammit…

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

“I might. But I’m not about to deny you that right. Even if there’s little you can actually do with those chains.” He looked away for a moment. Probably at an unseen stash of supplies. “your soul, is what will need to be-secured now. The concern is it shattering early, before any reasonable data can be collected.”

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

(OOC: this is a torture/horror RP. So uh, while I will tag things and  hide things under a readmore, I thought I should give any readers the warning about that. )

Keep reading

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

[King stopped his attempts once he heard the voice, his eyelights sliding to the darkened corner of the room. He let his hands go limp. Maybe this stranger was here to help…?]

*hey, bud

*instead of standin’ over there givin’ advice, maybe you could come over and lend a hand?

*mine’re a little tied up right now

[He chuckled quietly at his own joke, bones rattling slightly against the cold metal. He watched the stranger move closer to him, hopeful]

*heh, th-

*ghk-?!

[Any hope he had for his escape was crushed as the metal disk was slid into his socket and nailed into place. He fought in futility against the chains, arms finding less than an inch of slack in them. Almost enough to slip a hand out. Almost. He was abnormally quiet during the procedure…]

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

The other had little to say. More focused on the task at hand. More focused on making sure that the subject wasn’t in too much pain. He had no reason to prolong other’s sufferings. There was pain in science, and then there was just outright cruelty. 

“I-appologize for this action. I know full well, that I’m crossing a moral line. But, it’s one I feel I have no choice but to cross. I’m sure some part of you can understand--though, i’m also sure most parts of you would like to turn me into a pile of dust on the counter. You’re more then welcomed to try”

He doubted the subject would find any comfort in his words. Still, there was no reason not to be blunt. They were not likely to survive their experiment.

[sans-the-ketchup-king]

chains. (i'll let you pick the muse)

[King stirred, sockets opening to a completely dark room. The first thing he noticed, strangely enough, was the pressure in his ribs. This was normal after having his nightmares, of course, but it usually wasn’t so persistent. So real. He tried to move his arms, maybe to lift the weight, but found them tied at the wrists. Great. He sighed quietly and got to work, blue flames engulfing his fingertips as he began to burn through the chains]

*th’ hell is going on…?

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(OOC: this is a torture/horror RP. So uh, while I will tag things and  hide things under a readmore, I thought I should give any readers the warning about that. )

“hmm. Don’t waste your time. they’re quite secure, and you’re quite secured.” the stranger snapped. They were standing off to the side of the dark room, looking over their workbench. They were certain they had secured the test subject well enough. He doubted they’d be burning though their shackles anytime soon. Ever, really. When one entered this line of study-well, you made sure things were built to last. 

He walked to the skeleton’s side--or did he slide? It was hard to tell, when one was mostly jell. He placed a metal ring inside the skeleton’s eye socket-and quietly started to nail it in place. It would be a fast procedure. An important one, too. Limiting ways to restore his health would make the experiment smoother.

And if the chains had weak points? Well, they’d be found soon enough.