Starter for cheekygit
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Glitchy gave up on wiping the bloody mess on the back of his pants, trying to ignore it instead. Didnât help that the stranger brought attention to the mess surrounding the two once more.
âYeah, sure. Whatever. Really, from personal experience, genecide timelines can be quite enjoyable. They are quiteâŚquiet. Which is always nice.â Glitchy shrugged, pulling out a couple bars of chocolate, seemingly from thin air as they simply came from inside one of his sleeves. He offered on to Cheeky as a sort of test, you could say.
âThe nameâs Chara as you could probably guess, but I also go by Glitchy. As for my voice, I would honestly rather not do it. It may seem like a neat trick to you, but thatâs only because you havenât been in my state. No one has.â The child shrugged again, devouring the other bar in a few bites, wrapper and all. Should Cheeky take and attempt to bite into the other, however, it would simply seem to crumble into dust and vanish.
âSo, buddy.â The boy did not hide the sheer amount of sarcasm in this way of addressing the other. âWouldnât you like to go somewhere else? Maybe all thatâd still wash off. No bloodstain a hot bath in lava couldnât fix. And your mug in particular looks like it could benefit from getting burned off. I bet it looks better underneath all thatâŚwhatever is making your face so ugly. And I donât mean the blood. You already got most of that off.â He indulged in a loud mocking laugh at the otherâs expense.
They frown childishly, almost pouting but not quite. Before they reply, they take the ( peace? ) offering. Sure, it could be poisoned or worse, but, well. Cold-blooded murder has a way of working up their appetite. Gingerly, they pick at the corner of the wrapper, raising the chocolate to their mouth in an attempt to take a bite. Because apparently this is an absurdist comedy, though, it crumbles to dust before they can taste its sweet, creamy goodness.
Life can be like that sometimes. They donât break their stride, trying to play it cool and hide their disappointment.
* I totally. Knew it was going to do that.
They say unconvincingly. Their gaze sidelines as their eyebrows furrow together, showing their discomfort.
* Well. It is nice to meet you. Chara. Or. That is what I would say. If you did not seem determined to make me think the worst of you. Within the thirty or so seconds that this conversation has taken place over. Goodness. And here I was worried about my choice of activities ruining what could have been. A beautiful friendship. But your unpleasantness has beaten me soundly. In the clearly-has-issues department. I would congratulate you. If your victory was anything to celebrate. Which it is not. Clearly.
Theyâre smiling again, but it is clearly an unfriendly gesture, more of a grimace than anything else. The effect is, as usual. Rather creepy. But theyâre trying, and thatâs what matters.
Right?
* However. Since I am a Frisk. And Frisks possess boundless patience to a frankly stupid degree. I will. Give you another chance. I mean. You cannot be all bad. Despite your poor choice in timelines and downright horrible attitude. If you would like to expand on your. Um. â State. â I would be happy to listen! Or. Well. I would try to. At least. I promise nothing. Unless you have some chocolate I can actually eat.
The boy sneered at Cheeky, amused by their reaction. He chose to show off some more, pulling out a throwing knife and tossing it up in the air, letting it fall to the ground where it shattered on impact.
âTada! Howâs that kind of magic trick for ya?â He grinned back, unfazed by the, admittedly, slightly unsettling expression, his eyes rolling.
âOh, come on. How many have you tricked? Cuz unlike whoever those morons are, Iâm not blind.â He leaned forward, his short stature doing him no favours really.
âIf I have some edible chocolate, donât you think I would have eaten it already? What reason would I have to share with some random stranger? Now, if youâre done shaming me as if I care if you think Iâm rude, Iâll get going and leave you to chase down whatever or whoever you may still be here for.â He turned on his heel, beginning to strut away, hand in his sleeve once again. Glitchy tried to surprise the other, turning right back around suddenly, tossing the small blade in their hand while targeting their face - another fake. Even if it hit it would do just about nothing. At most a bump would likely be felt before it was gone.
