Flashback to last year's pre-Monaco vlog I can only HOPE they made a new one with as much care (and now excitement!!!) this year
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Flashback to last year's pre-Monaco vlog I can only HOPE they made a new one with as much care (and now excitement!!!) this year
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|| from @mercystick here
The Captain had come to the Capital today to investigate the rumours. Not alone, of course, but when they find themself pressed against a wall in an alley, they realize quickly that they were simply too far from their backup to call anyone over right now.
Their gaze settles firmly on the stranger’s face, not a hint of fear in their neutral expression. They weren’t afraid at all of this person, and it was not even because they weren’t any taller than them.
“If you know I’m here on that rumour then you should know who I am,” they said. “Put the knife away. Since you haven’t hurt anyone you’ll be free to simply leave the timeline and never come back.”
[ * Chara shifts slightly, cocking their head to the side. A lock of hair falls and obscures one of their eyes, but they don’t move to put it back. It helps with the Look. A slight smile, maliciously curious gaze, and, of course, the knife. It skrrs quietly up Cap’s breastplate from their waist, stopping once the edge of it is resting against their slightly more unprotected chest. Just firmly held there, but not pressing in. Just a warning.]
[ * Their smile broadens.]
◙ Who wouldn’t want a moment alone with the Captain, of course? I doubt I could have arranged an audience with you otherwise.
◙ I just want to chat. Ask you some questions, you know. A nice friendly conversation.
[ * That knife isn’t moving. They barely are themselves, though their sweater shifts in the alley breeze.]
[ * Somewhere else, the fallen child sneezes. What the heck. ]
[ * Elsewhere, Chara sneezes three times in a row. They scrunch their nose up and rub at their face.]
[ * Somebody is talking about them.]
[ * … ]
[ * … ]
○ (…chara, it’s time.)
◙ (…….Alright.)
[ * … ]
[ * There is another sound like the pop of a television, and they would have screamed for the fall if they’d had the breath. Instead, when they land, there is a noise like a dying balloon.]
○◙ …….What the heck was that??
[ * They push themselves up on shaky arms and look under themselves.]
○◙ …
[ * There is a very flat whoopie cushion underneath them. They look around in utter confusion as to who put it there (this has never happened before what the heck) and spy the note.]
○◙ …………………
○ do g g o ◙ DogGO…
[ * Frisk is indeed grinning, while Chara quietly fumes. They pocket both items before standing up and patting themselves down, going and finding their shoe.
[ * Once fully equipped, they take a last look around the cavern, and stride out.]
[ * … ]
[ * IN A DISTANT, FARAWAY TIMELINE.... ]
◙ ......
◙ .........
◙ (He’s... so cute.......)
◙ ....(gonna... pet the dOG......)
[ * AND THUS, CATASTROPHE WAS AVERTED.]
[ * ... ]
[ * ... ]
[ * ... ]
[ * Something opens back up. A pop and a whine, like an old tv turning on- ]
[ * There is a flash of color. The world reasserts itself.]
[ * ... ]
[ * You think you hear a phone stop ringing from somewhere nearby.]
[ * ... ]
[ * It doesn’t look like anybody will be here for a little while. The world is at peace, it seems...]