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I don't understand what he means.. honestly
*Hm. I suppose you are not much of an instant messenger user, then.
*The symbol for a hand pointing upwards with a finger is used to indicate agreement with a previous statement.
*So, Dr. Gaster would be indicating agreement with that person’s thoughts on Papyrus by using a character that not only is a cipher for the letter “G” in Wingdings but is also a common emoji.
*In other words, he is being a dork.
*There's a piece of Monster Candy in your inbox, with a note in suspiciously familiar handwriting: "getting candy from folks twice, huh? lucky you. p.s. in case you forgot, we're the ones at @brokenknifefriskrps."
The piece of Monster Candy is inhaled faster than you can say “sharing is caring”. The place where it used to lie is sniffed, in case there is more candy hidden away around here somewhere. Sneaky things, those candies are. You never know when they decide to mass migrate into the area.
Alas, since there is only one sad piece of candy, Flowey grumbles something about skeletons and jiffiness and disappears underground.
A single vine sprouts, patches up the hole in the forth wall and disappears as well. Rude! It is his wall to break, not yours. Find yourself a new one.
(Is Chara the mods favorite character to rp as?)
*If this is a roundabout way of asking why I am the one talking, it is because I seem to have become the unofficial spokesperson of Broken Knife Frisk.
*(…the mod does very much enjoy RPing as Chara, though, yes. ;) )
Out of all of you, who is the smartest? From least to greatest. Of course no one is dumb, I just want to know who's intellect is the highest.
*That depends on how you want to define “intellect”.
*If we’re going by “could read a doctoral thesis without looking at a thesaurus every five words”, then the list would look like:
*Frisk, Monster Kid, Undyne, Asgore, Flowey, Chara, Papyrus, Sans, Alphys.
*The man is behind the tree. He beckons you forth. Accept his path?
❄☟☜ 👍☟✋☹👎 ☟✌💧 ☜☠⚐🕆☝☟ 🕈⚐☼☹👎💧 ❄⚐ ☜✠🏱☹⚐☼☜📬
☠⚐ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ 👎☼✌☝ ❄☟✌❄ ⚐☠☜ ✋☠❄⚐ ❄☟✋💧📬
brokenknifefriskrps:
* (You can tell that he’s woken up by the way his body gives a small jerk, but he keeps his eyes closed. Probably doesn’t want any water getting into his sockets.)
“aw, c’mon. i already had a shower this week.”
* (He grins, in the way of his that suggests an actual grin, and spits out a thin stream of water through his teeth before sitting up and opening his eyes. There’s no anger in his gaze as he studies you, or malice, or vengeance, or whatever it may have been you expected to find there. Just pure, unbridled curiosity.)
“so. you’re the infamous flowey, huh? or one of them, anyway.
* (He leans forward, putting his elbows on the present and holding his face with his hands. At least he’s being careful, as the package doesn’t seem to suffer any damage.)
“…you’re kinda smaller than i thought you’d be.”
“Then I am just doing a favor to everyone around you!” Flowey chirps, unperturbed. “By giving you an extra wash! Golly, I wonder how anyone puts up with an old stinker like you...”
There is little venom in his voice, though; it is all in good humor. Even though the stranger is now awake, Flowey diligently pours the rest of the water over his skull and puts the can aside, admiring his work.
“Yeah. I am Flowey the flower, folks call me Daisy to differentiate, yadda yadda. And it is tall talk for someone who looks like he shops for clothes in the children’s isle.” The flower winks, unmoved. He knows he’s one foot tall, why does that matter? “Anyway. What’s your name? And what did you forget down here? Aside from flowers and dead children, this place has little to offer in terms of entertainment.”
...Ouch.
* (Frisk listens to Caddy as he voices his thoughts on what “family” is.)
* (Feeling like it’s somewhere you belong... choosing who you call your family... being called family.)
* (It hits a little, shall we say, close to home?)
* (Frisk immediately scrambles upright and gives Caddy an enormous hug.)
* (Caddy’s words definitely mean something to them.)
* (They seem to mean something to Sans, too...)
Sans: heh... that’s... that’s a real kind thing to say, caddy. thanks...
* (Frisk attempts to reassure Caddy about his magic.)
* (The conversation moves on too quickly to focus on that topic for long, however. ...That’s probably a good thing.)
Sans: well, if your papyrus grows up to be anything like my bro, you’d better prepare yourself for a guy who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer when he’s got his mind set on something.
but yeah, we get along just fine. sure, he’ll tell you i get on his nerves all the time, but that’s not true. i only get on ’em half the time.
* (Sans is clearly amused by what he’s saying. Seems like the two are typical brothers.)
Sans: as for how things work... we’re not doing anything special, really. we’re just being ourselves.
[Frisk’s Dialogue]
