Dimentio and family

We made a list but we're keeping the children

[presumablyhere]

Intro Post

First things first...

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Alright this is an rp/askblog

And I'll occasionally post comics

Askable Characters (and how you know it's them):

Seth (Deltarune Chapter 5) - (purple italics OR textbox)

Aqua (Deltarune Chapter 5) - (blue italics OR textbox)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario) - (black italics)

Magolor (Kirby's Return to Dream Land) - (textbox)

The Fourth Wall kids from Ask Frisk and Company - (textboxes)

Ralsei - (pink OR textbox)

Count Bleck - (blue bold OR textbox)

Rouxls Kaard - (blue OR textbox)

Flowey - (green bold OR textbox)

Asriel (don't ask how) - (green)

Chara - (red bold)

And I'll just talk like this!

RULES:

No swearing

No slurs

No spamming asks

Stay kid-friendly, mod is minor and Aqua is like 7

TAGS:

#Character names - That character is talking

#Asks, #Music, #Video, #Comic - Self-explanatory

#Conversationing - Rp threads (that's what they're called, right?)

#Who Might You Be? - interactions with new people

#Hello Again! - people I've already interacted with

#WAS THAT A REFERENCE?! - references I get

[presumablyhere]

5 left

We gotta do the other flowers now

[aqua-ask-blog]

(Ahhhh I thought this was just yesterday...)

Uuuuu, how do I play??

[presumablyhere]

Oh, what the heck I'm playing.

[orangedabadass]

You now have 1,000 more ATK

*gasp*

[She immediately runs to the wall and punches it. It crumbles to the ground.]

…

Maybe… my strength was better before…

[presumablyhere]

You now only have 86 more ATK than normal

[orangedabadass]

[She punches another wall. It has a boxing-glove shaped dent in it now. She's beaming.]

Heh. Now I’m the even-STRONGER-est- human ever! (...?)

[presumablyhere]

just make sure to tell the others about it BEFORE you start fist-bumping people

[orangedabadass]

You now have 1,000 more ATK

*gasp*

[She immediately runs to the wall and punches it. It crumbles to the ground.]

…

Maybe… my strength was better before…

[presumablyhere]

You now only have 86 more ATK than normal

[choclateandknives999]

Let's be honest your brother is the goat

(Wait bet they don't know what that means...)

But seriously all of his themes are absolute cinema

HOPES AND DREAMS INTENSIFIES

Are you having a stroke? What do these words mean?

(Chara died in the 1800's and doesn't understand you. How tragic.)

[mercy-offriskal]

Pfft-

You're an unc

[presumablyhere]

I'm only saying that goat is also an abbreviation for 'Greatest Of All Time'

I'm pretty sure Charas the one having a stroke

[presumablyhere]

Guys should I tell Foby Tox himself about the fact I'm making Undertale in Minecraft

Im still in the Ruins

[aqua-the-flower-offical]

(What

What

She shouldn't talk like this

Whaaaaat...)

Uuu yes yes!!!!

[presumablyhere]

I'm joining.

Something's up.

[battat-greenpippin]

I have a theory that is so crazy

And partially based in meme

That you don't deserve to hear it

TELL ME!!!

[presumablyhere]

Elfilis Knight

1 They're both deer shaped

2 They both turn into balls

3 They have similar projectile shapes

4 They both die to a truck

(Insert obligatory Driving in my Car joke)

[flowerythemotorist]

@persethverence I’M BEING SO FR

MY MUSICIAN BESTIE IS ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT??

[persethverence]

[OOC: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT ]

[flowerythemotorist]

SHE’S MAKING IT RIGHT NOWWWW HELP

[persethverence]

[OOC: WHAT THE

FUCK???????????????????????????????????????????]

[presumablyhere]

No exaggeration I need to hear someone else sing it

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)

[patienceisaqua]

(I’m not sure if I could be of much help, I’ve been stuck here for.. I don’t even know how long.)

(Her voice is confusing to follow, almost like the void itself was trying to keep them separate.)

(But, uhm, I think I would’ve noticed if there were other people here. You’re the first person I’ve heard in.. forever it seems!)

(She let out a small bout of nervous laughter, the type where you could vividly imagine the person anxiously wringing their hands together over their lap.)

(If Erika squint closely enough, there a small dot of cyan, it flickered to gray every few blinks, as if it were having trouble maintaining its color. It looks like another ghost.)

[presumablyhere]

(She slightly saddens, turning away)

(She sits down and closes her eyes, though Patience probably wouldn't notice the latter)

(She starts to cry a little)

[patienceisaqua]

(..That’s.. oh no.. I’m sorry.)

(The small figure grips onto her skirt, conflict ruminating in her head. She didn’t want to be alone. She never wanted to be alone ever again. But at the same time, she knew she couldn’t keep someone here, especially not someone with people waiting on them. That’s bad. Very bad. They’ll become lonely if they only have her to talk to, even if she feels way less lonely with them.)

(Then again, they managed to get to her…. How was that? Could.. could anyone else do that.)

(…But, you’re here right now. And if you can come in here, then maybe…)

(She cuts herself off. A brief flash of orange enters her mind before escaping her just as quickly. She frowns and shakes her head.)

(Goodness, I’m having trouble remembering who I wanted to wait for… You say you had many friends where you’re from? I don’t remember many people from my life.)

(Come to think of it, she thinks the last voice she heard before Erika was that small child with the peculiar red SOUL. She tries ruminating on remembering her parents’ voice and how they sounded like before giving up, deciding with play with the frills at the end of her skirt while she waited for the newcomer’s response.)

[presumablyhere]

(She immediately stands up, turning back around to face Patience, roughly)

(Yay)

[patienceisaqua]

(…Really?)

(She doesn’t sound entirely convinced, her speech is more mumbly.)

(…I’m not quite sure if it’s as simple as that. From what He told me, the trails here are far harder to tread than most, even moving takes energy.)

(She suddenly straightens, as if just becoming aware of her own body again. She flops right onto her back. Sitting is so tiring.)

(Then again, I don’t seem to know a lot of things. I don’t think I’ll be allowed to remember this conversation when you’re gone…)

(She freezes, moving onto her side and tucking her knees into her chest.)

(I hope I’ll remember your kindness. I always seem to remember concepts more than words nowadays..)

[presumablyhere]

(Erika closes her eyes...

Nothing happens.)

(Silence for a minute.)

(WAIT NO

WE DON'T NEED ANY LORE DROPS

...

Eh, no harm...)

[patienceisaqua]

(She suddenly sits upright. The gray color flickers on again, this time remaining for a second longer than before. Erika could feel her staring.)

(…It’s rude to talk about somebody who’s listening.)

(A white beam of light flashes behind Erika. She is being silently pulled in. The figure squints.)

(Oh.. there you were… Well, it looks like our time is up.)

(She tried her best to wave with her whole arm so Erika could see.)

(Uhm, goodbye. Thank you for giving me company! I’ll try to remember your kindness.)

[presumablyhere]

(She faintly waves as she leaves, leaving Patience alone

Again...)

————

(5 Dimentios and Seth are still worriedly attending to Aqua, using hot water, every spell in four different books of healing spells while the five human souls are experiencing at least 12 different negative emotions)

(A quick flash of light, and Erika's back right next to the others)

Oh, could you NOT?!

I am trying to stop Aqua from turning into a goner!

And having somebody appear out of thin air WITH A FLASH OF LIGHT is NOT helping!!!

YES, EXACTLY!

We have an Aqua to heal!

She's acting drowsy!

The universe says that should be illegal!

[patienceisaqua]

(Aqua is scarily silent, just staring at Erika with a squinted expression.)

Uuu.. do I.. do I know you?

(For a few seconds, Aqua’s hand glitches uncontrollably. From her newly grayed one, to her normal cyan, to.. one Erika swore belonged to the girl in the void, back to cyan.)

(Aqua quickly pulls her hand back, rubbing her eyes harshly.)

Euughh… I feel weird again…

(She then looks at her hand.)

It’s normal again! It’s normal again! Yay!

(Aqua jumps, spinning with energy again. But she has to stop, tripping a bit over her feet and actively working to maintain her balance.)

Euughhh… (small thumbs up before she tries to sit down again. Unfortunately she misses the chair and almost falls flat on her back)

[presumablyhere]

(As soon as her name is said, our Aqua comes sprinting downstairs)

Ah, well, I think I can explain that, you see...

Ah...

How would I word it...?

Just give me a moment.

[patienceisaqua]

I see visions sometimes, I dunno. I don’t like iittt, it makes me sad and that’s bad.

(She proceeds to roll away without another word.)

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)

[patienceisaqua]

(I’m not sure if I could be of much help, I’ve been stuck here for.. I don’t even know how long.)

(Her voice is confusing to follow, almost like the void itself was trying to keep them separate.)

(But, uhm, I think I would’ve noticed if there were other people here. You’re the first person I’ve heard in.. forever it seems!)

(She let out a small bout of nervous laughter, the type where you could vividly imagine the person anxiously wringing their hands together over their lap.)

(If Erika squint closely enough, there a small dot of cyan, it flickered to gray every few blinks, as if it were having trouble maintaining its color. It looks like another ghost.)

[presumablyhere]

(She slightly saddens, turning away)

(She sits down and closes her eyes, though Patience probably wouldn't notice the latter)

(She starts to cry a little)

[patienceisaqua]

(..That’s.. oh no.. I’m sorry.)

(The small figure grips onto her skirt, conflict ruminating in her head. She didn’t want to be alone. She never wanted to be alone ever again. But at the same time, she knew she couldn’t keep someone here, especially not someone with people waiting on them. That’s bad. Very bad. They’ll become lonely if they only have her to talk to, even if she feels way less lonely with them.)

(Then again, they managed to get to her…. How was that? Could.. could anyone else do that.)

(…But, you’re here right now. And if you can come in here, then maybe…)

(She cuts herself off. A brief flash of orange enters her mind before escaping her just as quickly. She frowns and shakes her head.)

(Goodness, I’m having trouble remembering who I wanted to wait for… You say you had many friends where you’re from? I don’t remember many people from my life.)

(Come to think of it, she thinks the last voice she heard before Erika was that small child with the peculiar red SOUL. She tries ruminating on remembering her parents’ voice and how they sounded like before giving up, deciding with play with the frills at the end of her skirt while she waited for the newcomer’s response.)

[presumablyhere]

(She immediately stands up, turning back around to face Patience, roughly)

(Yay)

[patienceisaqua]

(…Really?)

(She doesn’t sound entirely convinced, her speech is more mumbly.)

(…I’m not quite sure if it’s as simple as that. From what He told me, the trails here are far harder to tread than most, even moving takes energy.)

(She suddenly straightens, as if just becoming aware of her own body again. She flops right onto her back. Sitting is so tiring.)

(Then again, I don’t seem to know a lot of things. I don’t think I’ll be allowed to remember this conversation when you’re gone…)

(She freezes, moving onto her side and tucking her knees into her chest.)

(I hope I’ll remember your kindness. I always seem to remember concepts more than words nowadays..)

[presumablyhere]

(Erika closes her eyes...

Nothing happens.)

(Silence for a minute.)

(WAIT NO

WE DON'T NEED ANY LORE DROPS

...

Eh, no harm...)

[patienceisaqua]

(She suddenly sits upright. The gray color flickers on again, this time remaining for a second longer than before. Erika could feel her staring.)

(…It’s rude to talk about somebody who’s listening.)

(A white beam of light flashes behind Erika. She is being silently pulled in. The figure squints.)

(Oh.. there you were… Well, it looks like our time is up.)

(She tried her best to wave with her whole arm so Erika could see.)

(Uhm, goodbye. Thank you for giving me company! I’ll try to remember your kindness.)

[presumablyhere]

(She faintly waves as she leaves, leaving Patience alone

Again...)

————

(5 Dimentios and Seth are still worriedly attending to Aqua, using hot water, every spell in four different books of healing spells while the five human souls are experiencing at least 12 different negative emotions)

(A quick flash of light, and Erika's back right next to the others)

Oh, could you NOT?!

I am trying to stop Aqua from turning into a goner!

And having somebody appear out of thin air WITH A FLASH OF LIGHT is NOT helping!!!

YES, EXACTLY!

We have an Aqua to heal!

She's acting drowsy!

The universe says that should be illegal!

[patienceisaqua]

(Aqua is scarily silent, just staring at Erika with a squinted expression.)

Uuu.. do I.. do I know you?

(For a few seconds, Aqua’s hand glitches uncontrollably. From her newly grayed one, to her normal cyan, to.. one Erika swore belonged to the girl in the void, back to cyan.)

(Aqua quickly pulls her hand back, rubbing her eyes harshly.)

Euughh… I feel weird again…

(She then looks at her hand.)

It’s normal again! It’s normal again! Yay!

(Aqua jumps, spinning with energy again. But she has to stop, tripping a bit over her feet and actively working to maintain her balance.)

Euughhh… (small thumbs up before she tries to sit down again. Unfortunately she misses the chair and almost falls flat on her back)

[presumablyhere]

(As soon as her name is said, our Aqua comes sprinting downstairs)

Ah, well, I think I can explain that, you see...

Ah...

How would I word it...?

Just give me a moment.

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)

[patienceisaqua]

(I’m not sure if I could be of much help, I’ve been stuck here for.. I don’t even know how long.)

(Her voice is confusing to follow, almost like the void itself was trying to keep them separate.)

(But, uhm, I think I would’ve noticed if there were other people here. You’re the first person I’ve heard in.. forever it seems!)

(She let out a small bout of nervous laughter, the type where you could vividly imagine the person anxiously wringing their hands together over their lap.)

(If Erika squint closely enough, there a small dot of cyan, it flickered to gray every few blinks, as if it were having trouble maintaining its color. It looks like another ghost.)

[presumablyhere]

(She slightly saddens, turning away)

(She sits down and closes her eyes, though Patience probably wouldn't notice the latter)

(She starts to cry a little)

[patienceisaqua]

(..That’s.. oh no.. I’m sorry.)

(The small figure grips onto her skirt, conflict ruminating in her head. She didn’t want to be alone. She never wanted to be alone ever again. But at the same time, she knew she couldn’t keep someone here, especially not someone with people waiting on them. That’s bad. Very bad. They’ll become lonely if they only have her to talk to, even if she feels way less lonely with them.)

(Then again, they managed to get to her…. How was that? Could.. could anyone else do that.)

(…But, you’re here right now. And if you can come in here, then maybe…)

(She cuts herself off. A brief flash of orange enters her mind before escaping her just as quickly. She frowns and shakes her head.)

(Goodness, I’m having trouble remembering who I wanted to wait for… You say you had many friends where you’re from? I don’t remember many people from my life.)

(Come to think of it, she thinks the last voice she heard before Erika was that small child with the peculiar red SOUL. She tries ruminating on remembering her parents’ voice and how they sounded like before giving up, deciding with play with the frills at the end of her skirt while she waited for the newcomer’s response.)

[presumablyhere]

(She immediately stands up, turning back around to face Patience, roughly)

(Yay)

[patienceisaqua]

(…Really?)

(She doesn’t sound entirely convinced, her speech is more mumbly.)

(…I’m not quite sure if it’s as simple as that. From what He told me, the trails here are far harder to tread than most, even moving takes energy.)

(She suddenly straightens, as if just becoming aware of her own body again. She flops right onto her back. Sitting is so tiring.)

(Then again, I don’t seem to know a lot of things. I don’t think I’ll be allowed to remember this conversation when you’re gone…)

(She freezes, moving onto her side and tucking her knees into her chest.)

(I hope I’ll remember your kindness. I always seem to remember concepts more than words nowadays..)

[presumablyhere]

(Erika closes her eyes...

Nothing happens.)

(Silence for a minute.)

(WAIT NO

WE DON'T NEED ANY LORE DROPS

...

Eh, no harm...)

[patienceisaqua]

(She suddenly sits upright. The gray color flickers on again, this time remaining for a second longer than before. Erika could feel her staring.)

(…It’s rude to talk about somebody who’s listening.)

(A white beam of light flashes behind Erika. She is being silently pulled in. The figure squints.)

(Oh.. there you were… Well, it looks like our time is up.)

(She tried her best to wave with her whole arm so Erika could see.)

(Uhm, goodbye. Thank you for giving me company! I’ll try to remember your kindness.)

[presumablyhere]

(She faintly waves as she leaves, leaving Patience alone

Again...)

————

(5 Dimentios and Seth are still worriedly attending to Aqua, using hot water, every spell in four different books of healing spells while the five human souls are experiencing at least 12 different negative emotions)

(A quick flash of light, and Erika's back right next to the others)

Oh, could you NOT?!

I am trying to stop Aqua from turning into a goner!

And having somebody appear out of thin air WITH A FLASH OF LIGHT is NOT helping!!!

YES, EXACTLY!

We have an Aqua to heal!

She's acting drowsy!

The universe says that should be illegal!

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)

[patienceisaqua]

(I’m not sure if I could be of much help, I’ve been stuck here for.. I don’t even know how long.)

(Her voice is confusing to follow, almost like the void itself was trying to keep them separate.)

(But, uhm, I think I would’ve noticed if there were other people here. You’re the first person I’ve heard in.. forever it seems!)

(She let out a small bout of nervous laughter, the type where you could vividly imagine the person anxiously wringing their hands together over their lap.)

(If Erika squint closely enough, there a small dot of cyan, it flickered to gray every few blinks, as if it were having trouble maintaining its color. It looks like another ghost.)

[presumablyhere]

(She slightly saddens, turning away)

(She sits down and closes her eyes, though Patience probably wouldn't notice the latter)

(She starts to cry a little)

[patienceisaqua]

(..That’s.. oh no.. I’m sorry.)

(The small figure grips onto her skirt, conflict ruminating in her head. She didn’t want to be alone. She never wanted to be alone ever again. But at the same time, she knew she couldn’t keep someone here, especially not someone with people waiting on them. That’s bad. Very bad. They’ll become lonely if they only have her to talk to, even if she feels way less lonely with them.)

(Then again, they managed to get to her…. How was that? Could.. could anyone else do that.)

(…But, you’re here right now. And if you can come in here, then maybe…)

(She cuts herself off. A brief flash of orange enters her mind before escaping her just as quickly. She frowns and shakes her head.)

(Goodness, I’m having trouble remembering who I wanted to wait for… You say you had many friends where you’re from? I don’t remember many people from my life.)

(Come to think of it, she thinks the last voice she heard before Erika was that small child with the peculiar red SOUL. She tries ruminating on remembering her parents’ voice and how they sounded like before giving up, deciding with play with the frills at the end of her skirt while she waited for the newcomer’s response.)

[presumablyhere]

(She immediately stands up, turning back around to face Patience, roughly)

(Yay)

[patienceisaqua]

(…Really?)

(She doesn’t sound entirely convinced, her speech is more mumbly.)

(…I’m not quite sure if it’s as simple as that. From what He told me, the trails here are far harder to tread than most, even moving takes energy.)

(She suddenly straightens, as if just becoming aware of her own body again. She flops right onto her back. Sitting is so tiring.)

(Then again, I don’t seem to know a lot of things. I don’t think I’ll be allowed to remember this conversation when you’re gone…)

(She freezes, moving onto her side and tucking her knees into her chest.)

(I hope I’ll remember your kindness. I always seem to remember concepts more than words nowadays..)

[presumablyhere]

(Erika closes her eyes...

Nothing happens.)

(Silence for a minute.)

(WAIT NO

WE DON'T NEED ANY LORE DROPS

...

Eh, no harm...)

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)

[patienceisaqua]

(I’m not sure if I could be of much help, I’ve been stuck here for.. I don’t even know how long.)

(Her voice is confusing to follow, almost like the void itself was trying to keep them separate.)

(But, uhm, I think I would’ve noticed if there were other people here. You’re the first person I’ve heard in.. forever it seems!)

(She let out a small bout of nervous laughter, the type where you could vividly imagine the person anxiously wringing their hands together over their lap.)

(If Erika squint closely enough, there a small dot of cyan, it flickered to gray every few blinks, as if it were having trouble maintaining its color. It looks like another ghost.)

[presumablyhere]

(She slightly saddens, turning away)

(She sits down and closes her eyes, though Patience probably wouldn't notice the latter)

(She starts to cry a little)

[patienceisaqua]

(..That’s.. oh no.. I’m sorry.)

(The small figure grips onto her skirt, conflict ruminating in her head. She didn’t want to be alone. She never wanted to be alone ever again. But at the same time, she knew she couldn’t keep someone here, especially not someone with people waiting on them. That’s bad. Very bad. They’ll become lonely if they only have her to talk to, even if she feels way less lonely with them.)

(Then again, they managed to get to her…. How was that? Could.. could anyone else do that.)

(…But, you’re here right now. And if you can come in here, then maybe…)

(She cuts herself off. A brief flash of orange enters her mind before escaping her just as quickly. She frowns and shakes her head.)

(Goodness, I’m having trouble remembering who I wanted to wait for… You say you had many friends where you’re from? I don’t remember many people from my life.)

(Come to think of it, she thinks the last voice she heard before Erika was that small child with the peculiar red SOUL. She tries ruminating on remembering her parents’ voice and how they sounded like before giving up, deciding with play with the frills at the end of her skirt while she waited for the newcomer’s response.)

[presumablyhere]

(She immediately stands up, turning back around to face Patience, roughly)

(Yay)

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)

[patienceisaqua]

(I’m not sure if I could be of much help, I’ve been stuck here for.. I don’t even know how long.)

(Her voice is confusing to follow, almost like the void itself was trying to keep them separate.)

(But, uhm, I think I would’ve noticed if there were other people here. You’re the first person I’ve heard in.. forever it seems!)

(She let out a small bout of nervous laughter, the type where you could vividly imagine the person anxiously wringing their hands together over their lap.)

(If Erika squint closely enough, there a small dot of cyan, it flickered to gray every few blinks, as if it were having trouble maintaining its color. It looks like another ghost.)

[presumablyhere]

(She slightly saddens, turning away)

(She sits down and closes her eyes, though Patience probably wouldn't notice the latter)

(She starts to cry a little)

[presumablyhere]

Uuu, Seth, Seth, I think I did something!

- @patienceisaqua

[patienceisaqua]

My fingers are turning gray!! :D

[presumablyhere]

[patienceisaqua]

I dunno :< it doesnt hurt but its weeiirrrdddd

Look! look! (Her fingers are unnaturally gray. Surely it must be paint. But it looks too embedded into her skin to be some sort of substance that got onto her.)

Isnt it coooll :D

[presumablyhere]

Hmm? What's this?

(He quickly pauses and looks at Aqua's fingers)

Oh.... how odd....

This doesn't look natural, but it doesn't look artificial either...

It reminds me of...

A goner?

[patienceisaqua]

Uuu, what’s “die”? Is it like a game? I wanna play! I wanna play!

[presumablyhere]

Let me have another look at the hand...

(He turns it over and over, talking under his breath)

And no, she won't play that game.

I just don't like how she's being....

Let's say "corrupted".

[patienceisaqua]

Oh, oh nooo… I dont wanna play the die game anymore.

(A small bit of her knuckles flicker from the regular cyan, to a more translucent cyan that looks almost drained, to the same gray coating her fingers.)

Blehh… It feels gross. Make it stoop!!

[presumablyhere]

Do I look like WinDing Gaster to you?

Exactly!

I'm not an expert on goners!

Hmmm... could it be..?

No... that would be...

It's plausible, but...

I don't know how to stop it, but...

Is it possible?

The myths are true?

Maybe...

[patienceisaqua]

(Attempting to rub the gray off with her sleeves. It expectedly does not work.)

Try anything! It feels weird, and I-im scared, I think?

(She does not mention the strange sense of calmness that is starting to pulse from the gray stain into the rest of her body. Feet swaying as if she were drowsy.)

————

(……It’s quiet, like always. Yet I can’t help but feel like something has changed.

Is somebody there? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?)

(The flickering figure’s voice is hesitant, almost hoarse as if it hadn’t been used in ages.)

[presumablyhere]

(Somebody else is there...

A quiet, cyan child.

Or, more accurately, a ghost)

[patienceisaqua]

(..Whu—Oh my goodness, somebody really is here! Hello? Hellooo?)

(The flickering figure looks around. Her vision is hardly what it used to be, but maybe if she tried hard enough… maybe if she echoed back, she’d find her way over.)

(Please, don’t be a stranger! It’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody here.)

(Her voice is filled with newfound friendliness, and almost a sense of urgency. A drastic change from the melancholy she’s grown accustomed to being surrounded by. Having been alone for so, so, so long, she was desperate for any sort of communication since she “woke up” here. She is willing to take whatever company this void will let her.)

[presumablyhere]

(She starts looking all around, trying to find the speaker)

(She starts walking vaguely in the direction of the voice, but definitely the wrong way)