* Its You!

Frisk from Undertale RP BLOG all profile images are from undertale, echo flower image frm the wiki!

[downandbackupagain]

INTRO POST

OOC BELOW:

Hi, Writer here is an Adult! This blog wont have anything NSFW whatsoever

(because Frisk is like 11 here)

but I may be less interactive with minors due to slight discomfort.

Writer also has been roleplaying for like half of their life but has never owned an RP BLOG.

This blog could contain talk of death, traumatic events like abuse being implied, bad things happening to kids

(NOTHING GROSS)

and horrible awful spamming of the *Flirt ACT

(because dude dont you know Frisk flirts with every npc/j)

Frisk here:

Uses They/Them. Nothing else.

Nonverbal Autistic.

hater of Carbonation

Has been through -almost- all routes to the end

is -mostly- in sync with their SOUL..

lefthanded..

..and uh, MIRP :] (i have a bunch of hidden little facts about the bugger)

Frisk may be referred to as "You", please be aware when "You" is used, its not controlling your muse! Id rather die than do that.

I do everything depending on my motivation :]

Super helpful textbox generator that ill be using every once in a while: Undertale text box generator - Demirramon's hideout https://www.demirramon.com/generators/undertale_text_box_generator

(Feel free to DM or reblog or whatever to rp gulp. Asks should also be open)

[pushingupbuttercups]

(Interaction for @downandbackupagain )

At the end of another run and the beginning of a new one, or perhaps a limbo between the two states, there's a casket leaned up against the wall. You've awakened in the middle of what looks like a cozy living room, parts of the structure dilapidated and shrouded in darkness.

The sealed container is overgrown with yellow flowers. The closer You get, the more the vines retreat. Do You open it?

‎

[downandbackupagain]

The child wakes- or, atleast, seems to become aware again, they cannot tell if they had warped here somehow.. both always leads to a loss of consciousness, like their brain lags to fully understand the concept of where they are.

They stand, after pushing themselves off of a groudy couch, finding a web left over on their leg- a quick grimace and a gentle peeling of the web were soon to follow off their onesies's leg.

Frisk catches a glimpse of the casket- and it scares them ... must've scared their soul too, as their legs moved to go check out the rest of the room- or, what they could see first.

Areas being blocked out by this unnatural darkness made them hesitant to touch beyond it, but from what they saw with the leftover scraps- it wasnt totally alien.

It just seemed.. even worse, surely if they left this room they could see the rest of the depreciated home- but they couldn't leave. Not with that casket there. Certainly not with that insistent nagging to pull towards it.

It was almost gorgeous in a way, Frisk could think as they stepped towards the casket, their squinted struggling to see properly eyes watching the vines slowly hide closer to the casket.

..There's some doubt that theres something dead in there, to say the least. If not paranormal? Its not their first time dealing with a traditional ghost but- this is certainly not traditional. They arent supposed to be here.

.. Doesn't exactly deter either of them though. Curiosity is just terrible.

They stand at the casket proper, now eye to eye with the flowers which grew on it, though they had the shabbiest vision known to humankind. They could still tell these were close enough to what they had landed on- many, many, many times. Never a real great sign, but also something burns in them to see whats inside.

The containers door is awfully heavy, but nothing that a real good pull cant try to budge.

[pushingupbuttercups]

The casket slowly swings open as if of its own accord with a drawn out creaking, vines crawling back and retreating into the darkness.

In the lightlessness of the grim structure glow two red pinpricks of light before a sickly pale face emerges after them. What had been bright red seconds ago now appear to be more of a dark bronze in color, irises like old clay-dirt, beneath two bushy eyebrows. At least, they seem brown. Their true shade is hard to place.

Almost sleepily, the reanimated child within drags their heavy body out towards Frisk (or, you ), the Dreemurr's adopted human's hands clasping together at their abdomen as if politely.

"Greetings. It's you. I struggle to remember, following my rest and re-awakening,... These in-between periods are strange for me. Would you please clarify,... remind me? What did you do? Did you spare them, or do you stand before me littered in dust and whatever's left of their hopes and dreams?"

‎

[downandbackupagain]

Frisk flinched- hands moving away from the opening door and the sudden flicker of red glow- it sparks a memory repressed and guiltridden before quickly dissipating like a put out candle flame- but Frisk had not yet moved back, not until the other child started to crawl out from the casket- only then did they move, afraid of the moving arms which ended up keeping to themselves.

The dead-and-freshly-buried look of Chara did nothing to make the kid relax, the muddied and hard to fully discern look wasnt helped by the blurring of their vision.. it was hard not to notice, though, the blurry yellow which smeared their face. Maybe panic was causing Frisk to not fully absorb every detail. Unfortunate.

Almost shivering in place as it spoke, the way they spoke almost seemed to fly over Frisk entirely, aiming at A completely separate thing than themselves- but they barely even understood the You in question. Was it something behind, inside, or watching them? Seemed there was always something they couldn't see.

..Eitherway..Its rude to not answer, and they're used- atleast somewhat, to this weird form of speaking over them rather than at them.

They shake their head, almost excessively at the ladder question- palms pushed together in plead in pursuit to convince- they werent lying, and You had no reason to lie either! That'd only get them in more trouble- which they really- really really didnt want.

Atleast, not yet, anyways.

[pushingupbuttercups]

The stranger watched them flinch, a cruel smile upturning their features.

As Frisk shuddered, Chara observed their every shift in expression and body language, the green-sweatered being's hair a mess of choppy red-brown layers matted by time and the neglect of death.

The strands hung over Chara's cheeks and forehead unevenly as they began to float, looming over Frisk, briefly appearing emaciated, visage sunken, flowers sprouting from their ears, nose, an eye— which had momentarily become nothing more than a dark empty socket for buttercups to take root within. Dark black rot dripped down their face, from mouth and eye and nose. Maybe once it'd been blood.

"Are you certain?" They asked, their voice distorting, twisting, darker yet darker, both deeper and higher in pitch simultaneously. "Is there any dirt beneath your fingernails? Anything you fail to remember? Are you a liar? A rotten monster, a killer? Do you betray and hurt people? A failure? A waste of space? Better off, better off dead annnd buried?"

‎

[downandbackupagain]

They only become more afraid, frozen still in place as they watch and- god forbid, smell the deathly flora start to pop from any sockets it could crawl out of, their nose catching a whiff of rotten diseased "gunk" which smelt like infection and iron. It was horribly strong when you're standing so close to it and watching it bloom.

Frisk found themselves suddenly giving a sob out of fear, the sight was grotesque- and when was the last time they saw blood?

Ah- yes, You remembered- or atleast, you thoight you did, it seemed like blood when it leaked down on that golden colored ground.

They saw bones too- of course they had, Charas casket wasnt the first one theyd approach with a cats curiosity to open, only to be jostled by the mostly consumed bodies, but this was akin to watching a body rot in real time, seeing nature retake it with it.

Chara's words hurt the most, they felt true- probably were true, after all, what had they even reset for again? Some sense of .. boredom? Some feeling of inadequacy?

Frisk didnt know, even when they reset it felt like theyd completely stopped being conscious for a blip before it was back.

Theyre crying now. Its almost pathetic. The continued drilling into what theyd done- and tried to reset-and-forget.. its miserable. Theyre miserable. Dare it be said almost inconsolable. Luckily enough Frisk wasnt a loud crier, their arms moving over their eyes as they whine like a wounded dog, at most.

They shake their head, quick but very readable; no, theyre not certain. Not at all.

[pushingupbuttercups]

Chara lowers to the ground once more, landing on their old brown mary janes with the gold button clasps, their socks just as tattered and faded by time as their green and yellow sweater is, so akin to the many similar sweaters in Toriel's wardrobes.

They wipe their leaking eyes and mouth on their sleeve as the flowers wilt and fall off. Whatever was dripping soon ceases. Their eye re-emerges into its usual place.

"So you do feel."

Those brown eyes study Frisk intenty, a small smile lifting Chara's pale lips, which had also been wiped clean of the yellow stains the flowers they'd once consumed incidentally when they'd intended to wipe off the dark goop.

Their smile is strained. It doesn't meet their eyes. Something odd and subtle knits their eyebrows together, some sort of feeling seeing Frisk cry had inflicted.

"Quit crying, you baby. I've seen you do some terrible things. I mean, of course you would. That's the human way." They sneer. "You don't get to cry after that. Not with your perverse sentimentality, coming back again and again, making sure you got every last one,..."

Then, a long pause.

"... Unless you didn't do it. You're, what,... Five years old?" They teased dryly, despite being well aware Frisk was about their age. "Then again, that doesn't mean anything. I've done a lot, too, and I'm still a kid. But you'd always drag yourself around like you were already dead, and your skin had this weird, gross look to it like something was squirming under it... It was really creepy."

"I'm not stupid, Frisk. I've known there's something more to you, something looking at me through your eyes. After seeing it do it all over and over, observing its behaviors, trying to figure out what its goals could possibly be,... All it seemed to care about was making all the numbers go up. Wiping everyone out, making me stronger so we could reach the highest point,... just trying to see what happened if they did all that."

"...For a while, I wanted to get stronger. I wanted to see what happened, too. But I thought it'd choose to erase everything when it was done. I thought it'd be satisfied. I didn't understand why it'd want to ruin everything and then come back and pretend to be a good person, like it hadn't done all that... But I realize now that, maybe, that thing inside you felt some sort of pathetic sense of guilt and thought returning and pretending everything was normal would fix it, would save everyone it'd hurt, as if that was a point it could come back from, redeem itself for."

"...During all that, I'd never seen you cry. You'd barely made an expression. I could hardly tell you were even a human anymore. But now,... Now? You're just about bawling your eyes out! It's gone, isn't it?... Or maybe it's still in there, just waiting, watching everything. That's so fucked up."

They stepped closer, head tilted, watching Frisk's face like they were attempting to peek through a misted window.

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[downandbackupagain]

Despite what was probably intended by the scolding the older child gave, Frisk only cried a bit harder, even if the words were true, they just couldnt stop crying.

It was embarrassing and horrible- they were horrible. You were Horrible.

Their arms only move at the words that came after the haunting silence, and Frisk is too confused to sob as much as they did before- they- did do it, physically- it couldnt be something else, they werent controlled?

They listen and their expression stays upset as they do.. and they remember, of course, the weird way they jostled as they looked for more, the fact they were so precise with almost every weapon they had no knowledge of fighting at all! Frisk just thought they got the hang of it- eugh, their face cringes, this is disgusting in a way they dont have the thoughts to describe, giving them a headache and a slight frown.

Once again, the talking at- or this time, about something else- but now it was it being inside of them, crawling around and moving their limbs for them. Eyugh. Frisk now worried if their guilt was even their own- was anything their own? Were they crying because something controlled them to? They shake their head again at their own question, Frisk doesn't know.

Atleast the mention of their actual name seems to snap them back into the words Chara said. the 'it' which seemed to have an undying curiosity to see every ending, every whatnot and detail, brutal or not- it made sense to Frisk, during every moment, its like they always thought that way- but it was almost like they got pulled out from a daze every so often when something they really, really disliked seemed to remind them of who they were.

Its disturbing how little that happened.

There's a prey-animal like crouching as Chara moved closer, even when they walk like a normal being, theyre still so scared, and guilty. They brace at the curse, and their own head mimicks the ghouls.

Its somewhat good to see that they were no longer producing black goop and flowers- it couldnt have been comfortable for either of them.

Their eyes are ever so slightly opened, but they look almost dulled, they lack a certain sparkle that people have. Hands moving to clutch at their own clothes for a sense of comfort.

[downandbackupagain]

A child

👍

[pushingupbuttercups]

(Interaction for @downandbackupagain )

At the end of another run and the beginning of a new one, or perhaps a limbo between the two states, there's a casket leaned up against the wall. You've awakened in the middle of what looks like a cozy living room, parts of the structure dilapidated and shrouded in darkness.

The sealed container is overgrown with yellow flowers. The closer You get, the more the vines retreat. Do You open it?

‎

[downandbackupagain]

The child wakes- or, atleast, seems to become aware again, they cannot tell if they had warped here somehow.. both always leads to a loss of consciousness, like their brain lags to fully understand the concept of where they are.

They stand, after pushing themselves off of a groudy couch, finding a web left over on their leg- a quick grimace and a gentle peeling of the web were soon to follow off their onesies's leg.

Frisk catches a glimpse of the casket- and it scares them ... must've scared their soul too, as their legs moved to go check out the rest of the room- or, what they could see first.

Areas being blocked out by this unnatural darkness made them hesitant to touch beyond it, but from what they saw with the leftover scraps- it wasnt totally alien.

It just seemed.. even worse, surely if they left this room they could see the rest of the depreciated home- but they couldn't leave. Not with that casket there. Certainly not with that insistent nagging to pull towards it.

It was almost gorgeous in a way, Frisk could think as they stepped towards the casket, their squinted struggling to see properly eyes watching the vines slowly hide closer to the casket.

..There's some doubt that theres something dead in there, to say the least. If not paranormal? Its not their first time dealing with a traditional ghost but- this is certainly not traditional. They arent supposed to be here.

.. Doesn't exactly deter either of them though. Curiosity is just terrible.

They stand at the casket proper, now eye to eye with the flowers which grew on it, though they had the shabbiest vision known to humankind. They could still tell these were close enough to what they had landed on- many, many, many times. Never a real great sign, but also something burns in them to see whats inside.

The containers door is awfully heavy, but nothing that a real good pull cant try to budge.

[pushingupbuttercups]

The casket slowly swings open as if of its own accord with a drawn out creaking, vines crawling back and retreating into the darkness.

In the lightlessness of the grim structure glow two red pinpricks of light before a sickly pale face emerges after them. What had been bright red seconds ago now appear to be more of a dark bronze in color, irises like old clay-dirt, beneath two bushy eyebrows. At least, they seem brown. Their true shade is hard to place.

Almost sleepily, the reanimated child within drags their heavy body out towards Frisk (or, you ), the Dreemurr's adopted human's hands clasping together at their abdomen as if politely.

"Greetings. It's you. I struggle to remember, following my rest and re-awakening,... These in-between periods are strange for me. Would you please clarify,... remind me? What did you do? Did you spare them, or do you stand before me littered in dust and whatever's left of their hopes and dreams?"

‎

[downandbackupagain]

Frisk flinched- hands moving away from the opening door and the sudden flicker of red glow- it sparks a memory repressed and guiltridden before quickly dissipating like a put out candle flame- but Frisk had not yet moved back, not until the other child started to crawl out from the casket- only then did they move, afraid of the moving arms which ended up keeping to themselves.

The dead-and-freshly-buried look of Chara did nothing to make the kid relax, the muddied and hard to fully discern look wasnt helped by the blurring of their vision.. it was hard not to notice, though, the blurry yellow which smeared their face. Maybe panic was causing Frisk to not fully absorb every detail. Unfortunate.

Almost shivering in place as it spoke, the way they spoke almost seemed to fly over Frisk entirely, aiming at A completely separate thing than themselves- but they barely even understood the You in question. Was it something behind, inside, or watching them? Seemed there was always something they couldn't see.

..Eitherway..Its rude to not answer, and they're used- atleast somewhat, to this weird form of speaking over them rather than at them.

They shake their head, almost excessively at the ladder question- palms pushed together in plead in pursuit to convince- they werent lying, and You had no reason to lie either! That'd only get them in more trouble- which they really- really really didnt want.

Atleast, not yet, anyways.

[pushingupbuttercups]

The stranger watched them flinch, a cruel smile upturning their features.

As Frisk shuddered, Chara observed their every shift in expression and body language, the green-sweatered being's hair a mess of choppy red-brown layers matted by time and the neglect of death.

The strands hung over Chara's cheeks and forehead unevenly as they began to float, looming over Frisk, briefly appearing emaciated, visage sunken, flowers sprouting from their ears, nose, an eye— which had momentarily become nothing more than a dark empty socket for buttercups to take root within. Dark black rot dripped down their face, from mouth and eye and nose. Maybe once it'd been blood.

"Are you certain?" They asked, their voice distorting, twisting, darker yet darker, both deeper and higher in pitch simultaneously. "Is there any dirt beneath your fingernails? Anything you fail to remember? Are you a liar? A rotten monster, a killer? Do you betray and hurt people? A failure? A waste of space? Better off, better off dead annnd buried?"

‎

[downandbackupagain]

They only become more afraid, frozen still in place as they watch and- god forbid, smell the deathly flora start to pop from any sockets it could crawl out of, their nose catching a whiff of rotten diseased "gunk" which smelt like infection and iron. It was horribly strong when you're standing so close to it and watching it bloom.

Frisk found themselves suddenly giving a sob out of fear, the sight was grotesque- and when was the last time they saw blood?

Ah- yes, You remembered- or atleast, you thoight you did, it seemed like blood when it leaked down on that golden colored ground.

They saw bones too- of course they had, Charas casket wasnt the first one theyd approach with a cats curiosity to open, only to be jostled by the mostly consumed bodies, but this was akin to watching a body rot in real time, seeing nature retake it with it.

Chara's words hurt the most, they felt true- probably were true, after all, what had they even reset for again? Some sense of .. boredom? Some feeling of inadequacy?

Frisk didnt know, even when they reset it felt like theyd completely stopped being conscious for a blip before it was back.

Theyre crying now. Its almost pathetic. The continued drilling into what theyd done- and tried to reset-and-forget.. its miserable. Theyre miserable. Dare it be said almost inconsolable. Luckily enough Frisk wasnt a loud crier, their arms moving over their eyes as they whine like a wounded dog, at most.

They shake their head, quick but very readable; no, theyre not certain. Not at all.

[pushingupbuttercups]

(Interaction for @downandbackupagain )

At the end of another run and the beginning of a new one, or perhaps a limbo between the two states, there's a casket leaned up against the wall. You've awakened in the middle of what looks like a cozy living room, parts of the structure dilapidated and shrouded in darkness.

The sealed container is overgrown with yellow flowers. The closer You get, the more the vines retreat. Do You open it?

‎

[downandbackupagain]

The child wakes- or, atleast, seems to become aware again, they cannot tell if they had warped here somehow.. both always leads to a loss of consciousness, like their brain lags to fully understand the concept of where they are.

They stand, after pushing themselves off of a groudy couch, finding a web left over on their leg- a quick grimace and a gentle peeling of the web were soon to follow off their onesies's leg.

Frisk catches a glimpse of the casket- and it scares them ... must've scared their soul too, as their legs moved to go check out the rest of the room- or, what they could see first.

Areas being blocked out by this unnatural darkness made them hesitant to touch beyond it, but from what they saw with the leftover scraps- it wasnt totally alien.

It just seemed.. even worse, surely if they left this room they could see the rest of the depreciated home- but they couldn't leave. Not with that casket there. Certainly not with that insistent nagging to pull towards it.

It was almost gorgeous in a way, Frisk could think as they stepped towards the casket, their squinted struggling to see properly eyes watching the vines slowly hide closer to the casket.

..There's some doubt that theres something dead in there, to say the least. If not paranormal? Its not their first time dealing with a traditional ghost but- this is certainly not traditional. They arent supposed to be here.

.. Doesn't exactly deter either of them though. Curiosity is just terrible.

They stand at the casket proper, now eye to eye with the flowers which grew on it, though they had the shabbiest vision known to humankind. They could still tell these were close enough to what they had landed on- many, many, many times. Never a real great sign, but also something burns in them to see whats inside.

The containers door is awfully heavy, but nothing that a real good pull cant try to budge.

[pushingupbuttercups]

The casket slowly swings open as if of its own accord with a drawn out creaking, vines crawling back and retreating into the darkness.

In the lightlessness of the grim structure glow two red pinpricks of light before a sickly pale face emerges after them. What had been bright red seconds ago now appear to be more of a dark bronze in color, irises like old clay-dirt, beneath two bushy eyebrows. At least, they seem brown. Their true shade is hard to place.

Almost sleepily, the reanimated child within drags their heavy body out towards Frisk (or, you ), the Dreemurr's adopted human's hands clasping together at their abdomen as if politely.

"Greetings. It's you. I struggle to remember, following my rest and re-awakening,... These in-between periods are strange for me. Would you please clarify,... remind me? What did you do? Did you spare them, or do you stand before me littered in dust and whatever's left of their hopes and dreams?"

‎

[downandbackupagain]

Frisk flinched- hands moving away from the opening door and the sudden flicker of red glow- it sparks a memory repressed and guiltridden before quickly dissipating like a put out candle flame- but Frisk had not yet moved back, not until the other child started to crawl out from the casket- only then did they move, afraid of the moving arms which ended up keeping to themselves.

The dead-and-freshly-buried look of Chara did nothing to make the kid relax, the muddied and hard to fully discern look wasnt helped by the blurring of their vision.. it was hard not to notice, though, the blurry yellow which smeared their face. Maybe panic was causing Frisk to not fully absorb every detail. Unfortunate.

Almost shivering in place as it spoke, the way they spoke almost seemed to fly over Frisk entirely, aiming at A completely separate thing than themselves- but they barely even understood the You in question. Was it something behind, inside, or watching them? Seemed there was always something they couldn't see.

..Eitherway..Its rude to not answer, and they're used- atleast somewhat, to this weird form of speaking over them rather than at them.

They shake their head, almost excessively at the ladder question- palms pushed together in plead in pursuit to convince- they werent lying, and You had no reason to lie either! That'd only get them in more trouble- which they really- really really didnt want.

Atleast, not yet, anyways.

[pushingupbuttercups]

(Interaction for @downandbackupagain )

At the end of another run and the beginning of a new one, or perhaps a limbo between the two states, there's a casket leaned up against the wall. You've awakened in the middle of what looks like a cozy living room, parts of the structure dilapidated and shrouded in darkness.

The sealed container is overgrown with yellow flowers. The closer You get, the more the vines retreat. Do You open it?

‎

[downandbackupagain]

The child wakes- or, atleast, seems to become aware again, they cannot tell if they had warped here somehow.. both always leads to a loss of consciousness, like their brain lags to fully understand the concept of where they are.

They stand, after pushing themselves off of a groudy couch, finding a web left over on their leg- a quick grimace and a gentle peeling of the web were soon to follow off their onesies's leg.

Frisk catches a glimpse of the casket- and it scares them ... must've scared their soul too, as their legs moved to go check out the rest of the room- or, what they could see first.

Areas being blocked out by this unnatural darkness made them hesitant to touch beyond it, but from what they saw with the leftover scraps- it wasnt totally alien.

It just seemed.. even worse, surely if they left this room they could see the rest of the depreciated home- but they couldn't leave. Not with that casket there. Certainly not with that insistent nagging to pull towards it.

It was almost gorgeous in a way, Frisk could think as they stepped towards the casket, their squinted struggling to see properly eyes watching the vines slowly hide closer to the casket.

..There's some doubt that theres something dead in there, to say the least. If not paranormal? Its not their first time dealing with a traditional ghost but- this is certainly not traditional. They arent supposed to be here.

.. Doesn't exactly deter either of them though. Curiosity is just terrible.

They stand at the casket proper, now eye to eye with the flowers which grew on it, though they had the shabbiest vision known to humankind. They could still tell these were close enough to what they had landed on- many, many, many times. Never a real great sign, but also something burns in them to see whats inside.

The containers door is awfully heavy, but nothing that a real good pull cant try to budge.

[downandbackupagain]

hearts are nice! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ they are one of my favorite shapes. ❤️ they remind me of my soul and not bad good love. ❤️

[pushingupbuttercups]

:,) whaat.. stupid......

[downandbackupagain]

Nuhuh its Smart

❤️!!

[pushingupbuttercups]

im going to get you!!!!!!!

‎

[downandbackupagain]

I am hiding you will not get me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[m4ssivefrog]

:)

[pushingupbuttercups]

:,) whaat.. stupid......

[downandbackupagain]

Nuhuh its Smart

❤️!!

[squiddy-ink-s]

Bugs when you lift up a rock

[blorp-o]

[bestycute]

Flower slime🌸🍮

[softonyxx]

one person left to save.

[pushingupbuttercups]