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oh, dirty hands

[fxkawatouko-blog]

“A job?” And it’s the first thing she cares to say to the kid, barely giving them a sideways glance beforehand, now whipping around in an instant to rest her hands on her hips and scrutinize her ( unprompted ) tailing companion. Syo spits out the words but there’s still humor in her voice, always on the edge of her own brand of guttural laughter, as if the mere idea of her life’s work being little more than a desk job was enough to make her shatter the windows with her voice.

“Kid–” she jabs back, in a way that might be her own brand of gentle chiding, if anything about her persona was gentle and her teeth weren’t bared into a grin that could barely contain her words, “–slavin’ away in an office is a job. Standing in front of a chopping block with some scrawny old man telling you about how shitty your fillets are– that’s a job. I’m a professional, but I sure as hell ain’t wasting my time with boring crap like that! Don’t you know a masterpiece when you see one?!”

[ikisiu-blog]

    Initial interest is always a good thing and she catches exactly that and then some. Hands fold behind their back as they sway once on their heels with a grin.

     ❝ Then that answers one question!          But do you think there’s anything that could or would ever stop you?          Will you continue carrying through with your choice of ‘art style’           up until the day you die? ❞ 

       She’s nothing short of fascinating and though they’ve yet to receive an answer for the motivation behind her murders, intuition tells them that it’ll be just as admirable as her relentless drive to continue with her crimes no matter the risk. Passion plays an important part in possessing a praiseworthy perseverance and so it’s with giddy attentiveness that Chara awaits a worthy response.

[caderei-blog]

❝ That’s.      Not it. That’s not it–not at all–you can’t … even .  . .

    I can’t. I can’t take back what I –❞

  They choked–a hiccup in their train of thought. “ I “ was a rare thing to appear in conversation, the concept of ‘ I ‘ had become near foreign while it remained true, that, reminding themself there was an I and not just a ‘you’ and seldom ‘we’ forced them to hesitate. It forced them to hesitate rather than to welcome having a choice in the matter of their continued existence behind the confines of their own mind in open arms. The concept of ‘I’ was both frightening to face and refreshing after so long of not physically having the right to it; the same conversation nearly took place multiple times before this and was aborted on the pure instinct of ‘it wouldn’t change anything.’ The timeline was finished, memories of all but two were gone, the only thing left to defend was ‘I’, even if the ‘I’ in question was irrelevant on the account of one’s choice–up until now.

  ❝   I was scared, and–             I begged you. I begged you to s t o p.   ‘Finished it’ you say. A-as if I just got done taking the lives, of nearly half and you finished, like, like . . like some art project.  ❞

   Frisk shook their head as if they had the ability to shake off the others’ words, as if their form wasn’t limited to the space they were confined and they could simply preoccupy themself with something else and avoid the accusation that lay at their feet on top of the multitude others they’d already placed onto themself l o n g before now.

  However, to defend themself against that, it wasn’t the reason why the other took a moment to strike up this conversation; they weren’t the one who had the upperhand or any sort of power. It made them sick; they could be sick day and night and Chara could still do and say whatever they wanted, so it was best to go ahead and comply if Frisk wanted any kind of benefit at the other end.

   Talking with Chara was an activity they began to actively avoid, even though it was literally the only thing they could do besides watch each and every passing day through their eyes with words and actions they so desperately wanted to make clear were no longer their own. There was no such thing as sleep, normal sensations associated with having a body. To somehow try and focus on making their current situation as bearable as possible seemed much more appealing than talking as it always led near the same type of torment. The kind of torment that caused what could be defined as Frisk to draw back and, for the first time in their existence, become silent unless provoked; and the times they found the nerve they were born with, they just spiraled into a sputtering mess and they were about to do it again.

   They scoffed, bit their tongue, and let their voice fall but didn’t await the prodding that usually came afterwards.

 ❝  Yes.  ❞

   ❝   I’ll… I’ll do it. Whatever it is. I’ll do it.           … just know . . that isn’t the case at all.                 You can’t blame me for not saying yes right away.                  I. Just want my body back. ❞

 The very idea of finally explaining the time spent on the surface world, to finally be able to indulge in rest, to once again, for a little while, be able to sit down and speak and not be drowned out. To move, to feel the world around them–it filled them with a want, it filled them with additional hope.

          ❝ I’ll do anything, to be with my friends again–anything. ❞

[ikisiu-blog]

     Seconds they remain silent as though mulling over the other’s final response, before the quiet is abruptly broken with loud laughter that echoes through their shared mind and the room in which they occupy. 

        ❝ You sure love playing the part of the victim, don’t you?             Your hands are just as dirty as mine if not worse and yet              all I hear from you is how sorry you feel for yourself. Don’t force              the blame upon me, you walking guilt-trip. ❞

     Half a century they’d remained dormant with a quieted soul and disembodied mind until one day awoken by a determination to rival their own— one which immediately begun the slaughter of any civilian that crossed their path and many, many more. Whether it’d been retribution or simple boredom and nothing other than, they never knew nor cared to ask, but it’d been that very unyielding violence and unrelenting pursuit in wiping out all those who stood in Frisk’s way that stirred Chara from their slumber to begin with. The accusation alone that they were the sole cause of the loss of Frisk’s body and friends touched both horribly humorous and something close to just plain sad. 

        ❝ Jeez, you really are the worst type of person to partner up with,            aren’t you? A part of me is already regretting making this deal            with you since I know you’ll probably spill milk or something            and curse my name under your breath because of it. ❞

     Another, quieter laugh presses past their teeth before they click their tongue and shake their head in a display of gentle ( or at least to their standards ) amusement as they bring their hands to rest above their head and against the bed frame they'd been resting against. 

         ❝ What am I ever going to do with you, Frisk? ❞

                                A mockingly exasperated sigh follows before—

        ❝ Alright, alright. You agreed and your consent is all I need.            But don’t forget— I said cause trouble and I’ll be watching to            ensure that you do. Failure to do so will result in . . . ❞

                                A pause.

         ❝ Well . . . a less than desirable outcome. At least in your case,              anyway. It would be nice if you got as much enjoyment as I’ll              get out of this, but I guess beggars can’t really be choosers.              You should know. ❞

    Long ago, a willing partner would have been far more ideal but after years of being idle and after losing the very soul that had barely managed to connect them to the feelings of a select few others, anyone who provides them with what they need is just as substantial. With Asriel gone and monsters currently dwelling above ground, they know that Frisk remains the only living being aware of what they’ve become since it’d been Frisk’s very actions to bring them to their full potential. However, only two things in common with Chara’s previous partner does Frisk share, and that’s that both knew them better than anyone else during each respective partnership . . . and both were the whiniest people they’d ever met.

                                                                       In some way it's oddly fitting.

[momsterqueen-blog]

@ikisiu

 “ I apologize for being so high-strung lately. I am simply distressed over Asgore’s health and I have been neglecting you, correct?

 Would you like to do something today? ”

[ikisiu-blog]

   The reason for their father’s deteriorating health sits at the tip of their tongue though Chara has far more self-control than to blurt out that they’d been the cause of it.

    A mental pause.          . . . So, maybe far more wasn’t the right term as keeping themself at bay isn't exactly their strongest forte. Still, they manage to resist the temptation of spilling a secret shared only with Asriel and instead offer their mother the best reassuring smile they can muster.

     ❝ Don’t worry about it, Ms. Mom-Lady!          A strong King like himself will be feeling better in no time.

         . . . But if you want to do something together to take your mind                off it, maybe you can help me practice baking some more or                something fun! ❞

[ikisiu-blog]

yo hey i’m not 100% set-up on this blog yet ( still have just a feeew more things to get taken care of ) but lms for a starter that’ll be written in the near future B)

[caderei-blog]

‘ Partner. ’      Would you stop … mocking me ?

       You’re offering me a chance to live and breathe in my own body for once in exchange for causing ‘some trouble.’ I think . . I say this from experience but I believe you and I have very different definitions of both ‘ fun ‘ and ‘trouble.’       Why will it take a game for you to leave them out of this. This deal–the last one I’ll ever make with you, it was between us to reverse the awful things you did, not to turn around and continue to make their lives hell on the surface in this timeline. They trust you, they love you, a-and you won’t even return the favor and–and …

 … .     . . all the while … you’ll let me have my body back in exchange for playing     along with whatever you’re getting at here.

     If I say yes–and I’m not, not right this second.      How will I know you’ll keep your word.

[ikisiu-blog]

  ❝ When have I ever not kept my word?       You’d think after all this time you’d have learned that I have no reason        to lie when I've nothing to gain from you. Besides, what’s there to even        lie about in this case? ❞

       There’s a rumble that comes from their stolen throat that sounds something         close to a growled out, perverse laugh coated with cruel amusement.

  ❝ Ohhh so you’re placing the blame on me now? Did you conveniently forget        that you’re the one who began the pointless killing that awakened me in         the first place? You started the slaughter; I just finished it.

      Now . . . all I need is a yes or no. If I were you, I’d decide sooner than later       lest this conversation start to bore me and I take the deal back altogether.

      Do you really need any further incentive, ally?                                                                                                                                                  Accomplice.                                                                             Comrade.                                                                                Playmate.                                                                                  Friend.

       Maybe you really do like being trapped within your own mind.       After all, you do seem to be lacking the ability to take responsibility for        your own actions; I wouldn’t be surprised if watching me hurt everyone        without any power to stop me gave you a sense of sick comfort in        knowing that things are out of your control. 

        Hmmm? Is that it? ❞

   ❝ Do you like not having the weight of the world fall atop your shoulders?        If that’s so then I’ll gladly keep this body & soul all for myself. ❞

[ikisiu-blog]

     ❝ So tell me, Ms. Murder Lady . . .          What’s the most satisfying part of your job?          What motivates & inspires you to do what you do? ❞ 

     ❝ Is it the thrill of the hunt?          The capture and process itself?          Or maybe it’s the aftermath of it all? ❞ 

              Simple, child-like curiosity is what prompts them to stir up a               conversation with one so notorious when their only similarity is               their inclination towards destruction and taste for particular               types of torture.

[ikisiu-blog]

yo hey i’m not 100% set-up on this blog yet ( still have just a feeew more things to get taken care of ) but lms for a starter that’ll be written in the near future B)

[verybbonely-blog]

@ikisiu

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well this was unprecedented, and he really wished he was alone right now, he wouldn’t be dealing with this drama right now

* .. chara –

[ikisiu-blog]

  ❝ Been a while, hasn’t it? ❞ 

       oops, looks like they missed one!                 well, this in itself could be pretty fun; after all, it’d been a long                 time since they’d seen a monster.

      ❝ I thought I’d stop by just to see what it’s like down here after all this time.           I didn’t think I’d actually find someone. Must be pretty lonely, huh? ❞ 

[ikisiu-blog]

     Feigning amiability and acting as though they had even a trace of human      blood of their own flowing through their veins had become a simple feat over      the years; though they may not have had possession of their old soul & body,      the last fallen child had proven a more than decent host & replacement for what      was lost. Five years had passed since they’d been given a second chance at life,      and five years it’d taken for them to decide that their life would bring nothing other      than the same destruction that they’d been shown by their very host those same      five years ago. A different path Frisk may have chosen, but the option to reset      would always linger within reach and near unsatable hands stained with white. 

      Five years they’d been playing innocuous, but oh was it growing so boring.       To step with the purpose of making their second chance at living more entertaining       than their last motivated them to seek out those who would further contribute to the       fun and so their first target for the day was someone who very rarely failed to       provide that entertainment they longer for. Moving & speaking was far easier than       it was when they’d first awakened from death, for borrowed limbs no longer moved       unnaturally and the unnerving disconnected look in their eyes had faded almost       entirely as Frisk’s body slowly became their own. 

      Near-skipping towards someone they’d seen die not once, but twice, Chara gleamed.

     ❝ Hey, Aunt Undyne . . . ❞                                              they began, hands folding across their front in a                                             seemingly innocent ( docile, even ) display.

     ❝ Would you like to do something fun with me? ❞ 

[ikisiu-blog]

yo hey i’m not 100% set-up on this blog yet ( still have just a feeew more things to get taken care of ) but lms for a starter that’ll be written in the near future B)

[ikisiu-blog]

    Y’know, trying to pretend that I’m you all the time gets pretty tiring.     Think things might be fun if we decided to spice things up a bit and     switch roles?

    I’ll promise not to get anyone hurt for an entire week if you play along     with me just this once !! All you have to do is cause some trouble in the     best way you know how and I’ll rate your performance from a one to a ten     before giving you a ‘prize’ for your acting skills. I’m sure you must miss your     friends by now despite brutally butchering them in a previous life, so you     should be considering me temporarily giving your body back a favor in itself.

              So . . .                                  What’ll it be, ‘partner’?

[ikisiu-blog]

alright here we go

just kidding        i’m still testing my theme