*MUCH MORE

ind. sel. priv. token black ( of south park )  by salem.

[richhboi]

wow i need to write here i’m sorry

[richhboi]

NEW KID.

                        JASMINE DIDN’T WANT    to go outside   (   why do that when there’s a new video game out   ?   )   or hang out with anyone, but here she is.  her parents forced her outside, like usual.  however, jasmine would be lying if she said that she wasn’t looking forward to hanging out with token for a little while.  they barely even exchanged glances when they were playing games with everyone else.  she waited outside of his house patiently   (   thank god that guard wasn’t here today   )   &.   when the door opened, she wondered what token was looking for.  one eyebrow raised  &.  eyes locked on his, hopefully that wasn’t too weird, she wanted to help   !   

❝ ——---   we have a   juicemergency.  ❞                  monotone   /   serious.    eyes like stone  (  still warm , though.  ).      he leads her past the foyer & into his setup ,  briefing her on the situation.                    ❝ ----- and i have chips and soda ,  and water ,  i guess..   but i can’t find the juice !    it was here yesterday... ❞                  stolen ,  for sure.    but by who ?

[richhboi]

???

ACT: HELP

At least that CREEPY FLOWER wasn’t wandering around and since Frisk had made it abundantly clear that they were going to be benign with the monsters in this world no one seemed to get too close. Guarding against magical attacks on their own was difficult enough, they couldn’t imaging evading injury while simultaneously attempting to convey that the monsters that lurked about were nothing to worry about. 

Mother had been correct in her searching out THE RUINS before. Frisk felt a curious pull and supposed that their intuition had served them well and well, Toriel was so nice they couldn’t imagine her snubbing another kid that might need her assistance. 

“Uhhhhh?” 

How could they tell him? Their phone didn’t even have TEXTING how lame was that? Maybe they should call Toriel? 

IT TOOK A LITTLE LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE.      chalk it up to nerves.    he’s cautious in his approach ,  small feet   tip - tapping   on solid ground.

❝ ——— do you not talk ? ❞                  makes sense   ----- well ,  more sense than any alternative.    safer ,  too --- by comparison.                      ❝ okay ...    how about -----   ‘yes or no’  questions ,    would that be better ?  ❞  

[richhboi]

when u find out ur crush likes u back & that the new asoue teaser dropped within the same hour :

[richhboi]

??? 

ACT: HELP?

“Hm?” Frisk has a feeling they understand exactly what he means. They’re the “weird kid” in school. Sometimes, the class focuses their attention on not paying any attention to a particular kid and ostracizing them for some reason. Kids can be weird and kids can be mean. Frisk doesn’t see themselves as especially enigmatic, quiet of course but that’s to be expected from a mute. Pointing towards their own button nose Frisk cants their head to the side to silently ask: Who me?

CONFUSION CONTINUES TWISTING.      who are you ?    how’d i get here ?  ;    questions simmer   ---------   boiling down to one.                  ❝ where am i ? ❞                  asked in the most innocuous manner ,   hands gripping backpack   tight   &   brown eyes wide.

he’s scared & it shows.     lost little boy in a world of wonders.

[richhboi]

turns out i can write i was just really hungry

[richhboi]

CARTMAN.

“What do you mean? Do you not see what you’ve done, asshole?!” Cartman said while he was still laying down on the ground. He looked up at him, bruised and feeling confused since he was playing the victim here and was trying to figure out what he was sorry for. “You’re the one who kicked my ass here! You apologize to me!” he shouted at Token with an angry scowl, even though the fat asshole deserved to get his ass kicked in front of everybody at school. 

There was no way he was going to tell Token that he was sorry when he hadn’t even done anything! He wouldn’t even drag the words, either. No way. Token was the bully at the moment (or at least how he saw it). 

TUNNEL VISION  /  ONE - TRACK MIND.         bite.  your.  tongue.          hold harsh words in the presence of this     pussy.     his dam is cracking ; slipping  ---  anger rising in heat to cheeks  /  flushed & flooded a deeper shade of reddish - brown.

keep it together    ------------    cool.  /  composed.                  ❝ ----  did you forget why i ‘kicked your ass’  in the first place ? ❞

[richhboi]

CRAIG.

   Craig shrugged his shoulders as they started to get up off the lunch tables. Teachers began to crowd around trying to break up the fight, but having a hard time getting to the two since they were surrounded by other students.

     "I can make no promises…“

   He then led Token out of the cafeteria, and down the hall while texting his boyfriend.   Something along the lines of ‘I’m leaving with Token so don’t freak out about us.’ before shoving it back into his pockets.

he trots along ,  making his own soundtrack in silly whispers   ------  if it weren’t for craig he’d surely keel over ;  flushing face meeting cold linoleum  /  he’d just lay there.    defeated.

❝ ------------------  my keys are in my backpack...  somewhere...  ❞

[pirruped]

MOON GIVE ME POWER   .    ////     the power to defeat these pale faces   ,   to finally destroy these   cowards   ,   to conquer these lands   &.   claim them as mine   &.   my fellow indians   !   they may have a new sheriff in town but we’ll beat them easily   .   

[richhboi]

                    @rosilent  /  water fountain ,  tUnE - yArDs  ♪

SMILES BIG ,  HEART BIGGER.      he’s excited !   as any kid would be  ------  it’s his first playdate after being grounded for a week.    (  cartman. )     ( craig is right about him & his friends. )    amenities abound ,   gameshpere running  ----  netflix up ,   snacks ,  toys...   gracious host ?    where’s the juice ?     the sound of the doorbell pulls resting grin wider   &   little feet pound nice floors.                 

❝  i can’t seem to find it...     ❞                    spoken to a mother ,  opening the door.

[richhboi]

                 @coffuminati  /  ice cream man , blur  ♫

DISBELIEF  ISN’T THE RIGHT WORD.                maybe dumbfounded.   no matter how desperately he wanted to trust logic or reason  /  to trust science & fact ;   there is none here.    the buzz about what happened a   low hum    in his ears ,  an echo that does not resonate warmly   ------------  instead    gnaws & scrapes   with   sharp ,  jagged teeth.                 ❝  i watched it on tv... tweek...   we’re screwed. ❞

[richhboi]

                   @sparemercy  /  i’m poppy ,  poppy  ♫

ENIGMATIC   /    but kind ?                  

❝ ——— i’m having trouble figuring you out.. ❞                    there’s a weight to his voice ,   dragging ;  hindrance.    something on his mind.    the boy knows only one thing  &   that is that he knows nothing.    the mark of a man wise far beyond his ten years.     observe your surroundings   ( wiser , still ! )      damp.    dark.    deep.       UNDOUBTEDLY UNKNOWN.    living nightmares ,   it seems ,  are not limited to his hometown.

[richhboi]

me :   *hitting shuffle on my ipod for those music inspired starters* my ipod :      “ fuck this p*ssy boy   fuck it “

[richhboi]

here is a small music inspired starter call   !    

[richhboi]

CARTMAN.

Of course Cartman was never going to get over that moment. Token had called him fat! What was he supposed to do?! Act cool about it and not chuck a rock at him? And didn’t Token feel bad at all for what he had done? Yeah, he may be black, but he was never stripped out of his freedom in the way that Cartman was. 

“Well geez, Token! Aren’t you gonna say sorry, asshole?!” 

He was back to that, as if he had ever left it. He never really wanted to be left alone, even if those words came out of his mouth. If he wanted to be left alone, everyone wouldn’t be staring, and he would’ve gotten up by now, but he didn’t, because he always made himself look like the victim and it didn’t matter what situation because he really did think he was.

his hand remains ,  persisting still.        HELPLESS   /   HELP HIM.     even if it hurts.    even if the thought of an apology can be felt as a phantom strike.     hot air forced from nostrils ; condensation looks like steam.

❝ you want me to say sorry ? ❞                ( don’t hit him. )   don’t hit him.   don’t hit him.   not again.   at least not while he’s ‘down’.                      ❝ you first. ❞

[richhboi]

WENDY.

“ I didn’t exactly … do anything . “ She glanced down at her bag, pulling on a zipper slightly to open it up just a bit. Her bag seemed to have movement inside as a response- as though there was something living inside of it. 

“ It’s more what I found . “

❝ what did you FIND ? ❞                  repeated like a record scratch   -------  last word changed but tone stays the same.    it has a rhythm to it ,   one his body follows ;   slight curve of his neck led by wandering eyes.      for a second there’s nothing ,   then,

                                              ❝ what the hell is that ? ❞

[kisu-no-hi]

Tweek and Token  👌