#c.locke

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- “Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just wanna go apeshit?”

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G̝̪͡ͅr̤e̪̝̝̻ḙ̼̗̳́ͅt̙̞͞i̹̟̜n̷̞g͏̬͇̻̬͍̹̞s̷̞̩,̥̗̦̪͙͔ ̻̦̯̫̩̠p̥̮̬̮̩͇a̴r͉̠̟̜͟t̲͎n͓̯͕̻̳͍e͕͈̣̖̯̯ṛ̵͖̻̳͎ͅ~̸

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((....i didn’t mean to click this icon but i’m sticking with it anyway half amused because Locke is such a dick like “eventually you’ll end up like me” but like honey you didn’t even end up like you Zen is still a pure cinnamon roll until Locke influences them and even then they feel guilty about the geno run as they’re doing it you just Completely Lost The Ability To Feel Emotions Properly))

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 @sansblog123​

* They loved the cold of Snowdin’s forest, even though it reminded them so much of their original home. With surprising ease they could manipulate the snow, swirling it into whatever they desired - an innocent snowman, a weapon of ice, a cover-up for the piles of dust they were leaving behind. Of course, it was hard to fully get rid of evidence of the latter, as the dust tended to stick their faded sweater and cling to their hands. Though it seemed to disappear every time their body erupted into a momentary violent jerking of reds, blues, and greens, glitching just slightly forward or back as they made their way toward the emptied town.

* The glitching was giving them a headache, ironically. They weren’t sure what was causing it - maybe their own paradoxical nature, being a human in a way made only of magic at this point. Borrowing Frisk’s body and Determination wasn’t helping, apparently. And so it was after one particularly bad episode they found themself wandering into the empty Grillby’s, all too aware that nobody would be here, and a certain tall skeleton was awaiting their presence. He could keep waiting. They weren’t in any rush. They’d have to deal with his brother later, after all.

* Speaking of, they wondered how he managed his little disappearing acts. If he could do something like that so easily, maybe he was keeping an eye on them? Judging whether or not he needed to give them “a bad time,” or whatever empty threat he was on about? They grinned to themself, thinking about it, and leaned back in a booth as they said aloud, 

* “Why did the skeleton stay out in the snow all night?”

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Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born