[AP] PLEASE READ RULES BEFORE INTERACTING (side blog of ribbcn-bxnes) Sel. Ind. Undertale OC RP/ASK blog. OC/AU/Canon Friendly. written by HikariDana (Based off of @sourapplestudios's Horrortale)
((Hey hey, idk who still follows this blog but, very obvious it ended up being a full on hiatus than semi lmao. Anyways, wondering whether or not to keep it or to merge with the main ribbcn-bxnes blog.))
((Tbh though, I may keep it for the sole purpose that I have a couple of good threads here I’d rather not erase.))
*There’s no point continuing on about the story Hysteria, or rather Lucida, had told. Jaws has said all he wanted to say about it, so now is time to move on to the… interesting topic of this duplicate.
*There’s the obvious details, where this apparent double of him is short and his jaw doesn’t work the same. The odds of a pure duplicate are astronomically small. Something only possible in a parallel universe setting, and even then the odds of finding someone identical in appearance are infinitesimal. Something only theory could even say there’s a chance of happening.
*Regardless, that’s a thought for another day, though thanks to that thought coming up, it took noticeably longer for Jaws to reply, looking deep in thought as he processed the information Lucida told him. Though the mention of Hysteria having a severe dislike of the other compared to Lucida… that breaks him out of his thoughts.
“So, let me guess. You, or rather your other side, tried to ambush him, and ended up getting your ass handed to you.” A silent hum comes from him, “If he really is me, sans the mutations, then odds are he’s untrained. Formally, at least. Self-taught, and obviously at least decent enough with blunt weaponry to hold you off.”
*He takes a sigh, and lays his chin on the tops of fists he’s loosely balled up.
“Odds are also he’s tough physically. To stop him in a single attack would require an attack that destroys his vitals. You would need to kill him in one fell swoop if you were to beat him.” A pause, “If he’s anything like me, he will not be an easy fight. He will also be honest. Nothing he’ll say is a lie, though that doesn’t mean he will tell the whole truth.” At this point, it seems Jaws’ tone is slowly changing to be more aggressive towards this adversary, “If he is anything like me, he would more than likely not come back without purpose.”
*It seems the thought of someone coming by and tarnishing Jaws’ image before he even has a chance to introduce himself is finally starting to bother Jaws. He doesn’t even seem to care that, as he continues speaking, he keeps splitting his lips past the “normal” for a human.
“But he isn’t anything like me. There’s no such thing as clones. Or duplicates. Or even parallel universes. And if there are, I sincerely doubt there’s any legitimate way whoever this being is, that they would’ve survived to even get here in any kind of condition to stave you off.“
*Jaws is aggravated. And softly growling…? But, he’s staying sat down despite the pissed-off look on his face.
[* She quietly listens to his theory. Funny how he was already putting everything together. As if he and the alternate had made some sort of..faint mental connection through memory. His theory, though..it... would make sense. Vitals were always something Hysteria would go for, though they were usually last after she was done toying with wearing her prey down.]
[* Honesty, on the other hand, Hysteria could care less about.]
“It’s what we would have figured. He would not reappear without some sort of reasoning. And... given that was the assumption we’d made, it was rather frightening when.. you appeared, haha..”
“But... yes. Hysteria, the.. more brash side of me, attempted to ambush the boy. We had already had a run in with him before when we were bludgeoned by his baseball bat. We were chasing prey and.. well we did not see him coming. That’s where it had started. As a result of our failure, we were thrown into a river here...”
[* Hysteria was making a few ‘mental’ notes from Jaws’s previous statements. Drawing out a few conclusions for next time. IF there was a next time. Lucida would continue on, noticing Jaws’s growing aggravation.]
“...It.. s-seems the thought of the boy bothers you.”
“I would... offer a c-cup of tea to take your mind off o-of him if I could. Unfortunately, I have.. l-long since run out of it. M-my apologies.”
“A-at any rate.... I am Lucida..! I am.. s-sorry we met on such grim c-circumstances.”
[* She would raise a hand half way before immediately retracting it, looking rather embarrassed about her decision. She had forgotten how dangerous handshakes were nowadays. That and.. at the distance they were away from each other, it was kinda useless.]
*His mouth shut, his eyes relaxed but unblinking, focused right on Lucida. A curious spectacle, seeing the skeleton maiden’s eyes change like that. Though it was a question for a later time. His pose held stoic, back straight and arms resting on his legs. One could mistake him for a statue if anything.
*And… he listened. Drawing conclusions where needed, thoughts forming as Lucida told her tale. Pity isn’t something Jaws would give. To anyone. Empathy, however, is something that lets him understand the situation at hand. Coupled with his own experiences, it’s… just nice to meet someone not blatantly insane.
*As she finishes, Jaws would let loose a sigh as he continues thinking of a proper response. His attention concrete towards the skeleton as he sits in silence for a tense, and long, minute.
But eventually, that silence breaks, “And yet you‘ve not lost complete sanity. Something irks me to believe there’s a part of you that’s lost it but… by this time, I would not believe anyone down here is completely sane.” A sigh, “Your story is not one deserving pity. You’ve murdered, slaughtered, eviscerated. You’ve lured countless monsters to their deaths more than likely, as well as attacking others who had escaped.”
“But… it does not give me the right to judge. I’ve bludgeoned, mauled, mutilated plenty of my own. Countless others have fallen to my teeth, and others still my blade. Our wars are internal, fighting beasts and cunning entities that act to survive, while we act to persevere.”
*And another sigh, this time reserved. Soft. As if he empathizes with Lucida and her situation. It helps when the two’s stories are closely related in their upbringing and how they’re in the situation they currently are. Though… a question peaks Jaws’ interest.
“You mentioned some time ago that you’ve seen my face before, while I had never even been in this section of the area before. I realize the memory may not be pleasant by any means, but I believe it would be to both our benefits if there’s one less imposter going around and terrorizing the already stressed residents here.”
[* Lucida could already hear Hysteria berating her for going against what they’d talked about moments ago. Though the tired maiden found nothing wrong with it. Twas just a useless tale. Nothing to pick from it. The Tattered Maiden shook head.]
“We do not accept pity anyhow. As you said, we don’t deserve it. We don’t need it.”
[* Funny how Jaws was right on the money. She had both blood and dust on her hands. The dust from those who tried to challenge her. Or.. ‘Hysteria’ anyways. A gloved hand rises to her teeth and she gently gnaws on it, her gaze fixated on the ground. It was a nervous tick she picked up over the years. It was either her glove or her own fingers she would chew on to exert nervous energy.]
[* She stops abruptly to return her attention to the superhuman as he gives his inquiry. At the mention of the alternate, both of Lucida’s hands cling to her opposite sides. She shrinks down.]
“He...he is shorter than you. His jaw does not function the same as yours nor does his body dawn armor, but he wears your face a-and a bat!... H-he...”
“ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪs ᴛᴡᴏ ʟᴇɢs.“
“...”
[* She exhaled sharply and rubbed her palm into her forehead. Would be nice to y’know, not have your otherself butt in.]
“M-my apologies. She.. carries a much heavier dislike for the boy than I...”
A very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 5 other people to do the same!
TAGGED BY: @integrous-restoration
NAME: Hysteria Lucida Gaster
AGE : ..Sounds maybe mid 30s?
SPECIES: Skeleton Monster
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Aromantic
INTERESTS: Hunting, trapping
PROFESSION: Baking
BODY TYPE: Skeletal
EYES: Cyan(can change to red and cyan)
HAIR: None
SKIN: None
HEIGHT: 6′3
WEIGHT: ???
COMPANIONS: No-one
ANTAGONISTS: Main Verse Phoenix( @integrous-restoration ), Tyree( @tyree403 )
PET PEEVES: Failed Hunt, chatty folk
COLOURS: Red, pink
SMELLS: Blood, baked goods
FRUITS: Crab apples
DRINKS: Nothing alcoholic
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes [ ] || no [ X ] || occasionally [ ]
*As with Hysteria, Jaws would sit as she does, legs crossed, back straight up. Seems he’s prepared to tell a tale of some length, and despite his armor, seems flexible enough to hold this position for a while.
*He would take a sigh, relaxing as his lips part further than they naturally should for a brief moment. Is it an active effort for him to keep his mouth looking “normal” for a human?
“The second reason is I already kill enough. And I do not even remember most of the kills I make, only blacking out and later waking up to a forest full of dust or blood.”
*Despite his calm appearance, it’s obvious stating this bothers him. In his eyes, distress and regret can be noticed. And as he keeps talking, these two qualities never leave his unblinking, unchanging eyes.
“The reason behind this is due to a side-effect of what happened to me. I only have the scientists who experimented on me to go off of, considering my memory is shot when this happens, but the long and short of it is I go into a rage of sorts.” Fluid, and non-stop in his speech, “A state of being where I become overly hostile to any moving thing, and if something is caught, they’re shred by my teeth. Either being eaten or simply left to bleed out with a chunk of them ripped off.”
*The latter part of that would have Jaws fully split his mutated mouth, showing off the extent to what it can actually do. Swinging it back to his neck, the enlarged and sharpened teeth are visible. To say the least, they look as if they could crush stone.
Pulling his lower jaw back, “I kill very little, if anything to counter-balance the killing that happens when I go into that state of being. All I know regarding that state is it is the sole, or at least the biggest, reason as to why I’m down here now. I destroyed the testing chamber they had me in while I was… like that.”
[* ...Huh. To say the least she. Really didn’t have much of a response it. Not to his odd mouth mutation, or the tale itself. However, the story did prove intriguing. Sated a bit of her curiosities. It was odd how similar their lives once were. Maybe he wasn’t born in a test tube, but it was close enough.]
[* Hysteria sat silently for a moment, scrutinizing his words and examining his face. She blinked, and her gaze then rested on the ground, that usual red pupil her eyelights had.. disappeared? Her stoic expression melted into something that looked more.. somber. Tired.]
“...I once had a brother, you know? Very close we were as children.”
“Both of us. Created in a lab and built to serve in the war long ago. Our main functions... I will not say. Though it was not a life we wanted to pursue. So we ran.”
“Time passed, a human passed through the Underground. They made it to Castle, and faced off against the King. King Asgore. It was the moment we all were waiting for. The chance for freedom.”
“..It was not the case.”
“The King was killed. And in turn, the human used the stored souls to pass through the barrier. Undyne became Queen and.. we were ordered to strike down any humans that came through for their souls.”
“...Time passed. Food was beginning to become scarce. My brother and I were trying our best to hold out on what rations we had.”
“Time passed. Wind came from Snowdin that humans were our next hope for food. Though it was more of an undercover operation against Queen Undyne’s word. My brother and I were appalled and continued about our method of monster food.”
“Time passed... our food was long gone. Both of us tried to maintain what sanity we had left to hold out.”
[* Her expression became more pained. The memories were not all that bright and sunny. She continued anyways, voice straining on and off.]
“T..Time passed. My brother couldn’t take it. He got up to join the rest of the Underground. The ones who had gone mad. I tried to stop him, but in the end.. we ended up at each others necks. So to speak in my own terms.”
“We ended in stalemate, and he left as he said he would.”
“....”
“I’m sure you can see where everything spiraled from there, yes?..”
[* Lucida’s eyelights had burned out again and she gave a pained grin. A huge effort was made to bite down on her emotions, though it was becoming harder and harder the more they swelled within her ribcage. In the meanwhile of her inner battle, she would wait for the giant’s reply.]
[* She expected no pity. She didn’t deserve it anyhow. Though it was her own story she wanted to share with.. well someone who wasn’t or soon to be dead.]
/sits next to hysteria with popcorn/ "want some? this gon b interesting."
[* Your only response is a low, irritable growl. She has no interest in killing you. So long as you maintain your distance with your food item. Including hands and/or items to yourself.]
“....Why are we even bothering to stay here and listen to this human? We still have another to get to.”
“....Similarity does not equal friendship. All this tale really provides us is just meaningless understanding of motifs. WE can’t apply it to anything besides a biography, if that’s what path you are wanting to take.”
“...Don’t be stupid. We have no time to write books down here.”
“......Why should we tell him about us? So he can find our weakness and break us down much quicker? Already we have shown him our emotional vulnerability. What more do we have to give for us to die quicker?!”
“...You choose not to look at it that way. I think ahead. For our safety.”
“I will not allow either of us to die. Not to anyone.”
*She doesn’t understand it. It gets a sigh from Jaws, but if anything it seems like it’s one to prepare for a longer explanation. His stance never changes, staying stoic and tall as he thinks up how to properly explain things.
*After a minute or so, the tall, armored human looks straight at Hysteria, expression blank as he starts off.
[I have the means to destroy everything and everyone down here. I have raw strength. I have protection against everything that’s been thrown at me so far. And when down here, I learned early on about some kind of magic inherent to myself.]
[So why don’t I use it, and conquer the entirety of this place? First off, and you would know this as well I’d assume, I’d prefer to get to know what and who I’d even be taking over. Second… this one depends on how interested you are in learning about a discarded experiment’s story, as otherwise the answer to your question won’t fully make sense.] He takes a slow breath, [I know both of us have time to explain and listen to it, but if you are not interested in listening, I won’t waste our time explaining.]
*And he stands there, waiting for an answer. While he knows she more than likely is interested, it’s only polite to make sure before going on what could potentially be a rather long spiel.
“...”
[* Her own stance does not change as he spoke. Stock still and tense, the only part of her moving being her tail that occasionally flicked back and forth. Her eyesockets remained empty voids, but Jaws would still be able to feel her gaze directed on him.]
[* After he was done, she would contemplate his offer. She hadn’t anything else to do. Nowhere important to go. There was a target she was intending to get to.. however, he would always be here. No matter how far he would hide to get away from her, he would always be reachable.]
[* In any case, Hysteria took a deep breath, then heaved a heavy sigh. Slowly, she would ease herself onto the ground to sit criss cross apple sause and place one hand on one knee as she leaned. Luckily, despite the lower potions of her dress being ripped up, it was low enough to cover anything higher as she sat.]
[* Her fists clenched... then relaxed. The ONLY reason she broke so easily is that not only was she not prepared for a familiar face to reappear, but said familiar face suddenly wanted to TALK despite what they had just gone through months prior.]
[* She wanted to argue her point and make it clear. Though she would refrain from outburst. For now. She needed answers from this guy.]
“...You have mentioned you will defend yourself when need be. Harshly if it means your opponent does not let up. And you have the ability to crush another skull similar to stepping on a moderately small piece of ice.”
“..So tell me. Why is it that you would rather walk the path of pacifism above all else? In a place like this.”
"Then I fight. On the surface, I was changed to be a super-soldier. Someone able to take down full armies. If I can't simply incapacitate... intimidation works. Show dominance in strength and wits, make them the beta and me the alpha." Pause, then a sigh, "And if needed, sometimes a beta needs to be /broken/ to show superiority." *...what is he implying here...?*
“Hm..”
[* Given that she was all too familiar with asserting dominance, she had a pretty good idea of what he was implying. She would believe him too. Hysteria was beginning to come to terms with his views. She did not believe in true pacifism. It just was not possible here and she would scream it until the cows came home.]
[* However, the mention of his experimentation… Again it caught her interest. Her head tilted down just slightly. She spoke in a lower volume before.]
“…I suppose we may bump heads a few times, depending on the situation. I do not intend to lower myself for anyone. If I need to do so, I will raze my path if it becomes obscured.”
[*… Now what could a scrawny skeleton like herself mean by that? It was obviously a challenge to some degree, but..]
"Like you wouldn't do the same to someone else?" There's a sharp sigh at that, "But anyway. I do kill. Plenty. I tend to isolate myself when I do though. Just remember that there's always the calm before the storm. Interpret that how you want, but the long standing issue is that while killing is unavoidable here, I prefer to incapacitate when possible."
“…”
[* Ok, he was right on that part. She was a silent killer when she wanted/needed to be. Her momentary silence begrudgingly giving valediction to that statement.]
[* She shook her head however, ignoring the ‘killing’ part and looking him in the eyes once more.]
“And what then if they come back for you? If they gain enough SPITE and form groups. What then?”
“Incapacitate all you want. They will remember. And sometimes, they will not stand by so idly when you decide show yourself again.”
"...I just want to survive. With as little death as possible. That is my intention." *...ok when the fuck did Jaws get here? He's standing off in the distance but. HOW DID A NEARLY TEN-FOOT HUMAN GET HERE WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING.*
[* oH HELLO GIANT EAVESDROPPING MAN HOW THE HELL ARE YA.]
[* Needless to say, Hysteria jumps and without hesitation whirls around to see him standing there. It’s nice that he’s keeping a distance but… Jesus jimminy crickets.]
“FIRST. OFF. Do not sneak up on me like that. You are still on rough waters with me.”
“Second…How could anyone even remotely survive without killing someone? That’s just… purely idiotic! Covered head to toe in armor you are, but that does not make you invincible..”
sooo... now that you've had a while to calm down from it, whatcha think about that their duplicate of that one human that nearly shattered your skull forever ago?
[* It had been a while since she’d seen the large man. Truth be told, she felt much better with him finally gone. Maybe not from the Underground as a whole… but vacant from this area.]
[* ..She could still smell the familiar STINK of another human in the area. Though she would retrieve his heart later. For now..]
“….I don’t know.”
“My mind constantly screams at me that he is no different. That he is only acting kind to try and break down my walls.”
“…Yet my soul tells me… he is genuine,”
“Do you know how rare it is to find anyone in this rotting whale corpse of a home who is truthfully.. genuine?”
“….I will watch him when possible. His movements. His interactions. Whether he knows it or not.”
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