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File -1: Purple Mage’s Abode

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It was about time for Roxy to return to Roselyn’s home after that momentary lapse to a less recognizable form. She was mostly glad that she managed to get out of there when she was transformed into a troll, it could have had disastrous consequences. She could have been mistaken for a monster and subsequently attacked for the misunderstanding. This time though, she was not going to Jericho alone. She had Hal following along with her, an unseen game camera locked onto her where it would otherwise be attached to Frisk. No more smoke an mirrors surrounding that, it was time to show Jericho to Hal. She had her phone in her hand, making sure that the Tumblr messages were open to keep an open line of communication with Hal if he wanted to talk at all. She made sure that she had everything she needed inside her inventory and then set off towards the nearest wall. She closed her eyes and envisioned a spot that was nearby Roselyn’s home. Just about a block away, a space between two buildings she saw on the way there last time. A door was created against the wall, and she took a breath. “Oookay! Here we go!” Roxy stepped through the door and out the other side. Hal’s view followed the transition to Jericho without incident. He could see the buildings that she was standing between from the top down, in the game’s standard pixelated and low detail style. She walked out to the sidewalk and took off towards Roselyn’s home. Roselyn meanwhile was sitting in her sizable living room’s second couch, a book opened in one hand and a cup of orange juice in the other. She was waiting, quietly. On the surface she looked perfectly calm, but anybody who knew her for any significant amount of time could tell that her nerves were frazzled. Roxy disappearing again like that shook her up pretty bad. For the sake of the company she was keeping at this moment she could not allow herself to display it openly. Dave didn’t need to be exposed to this.

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Restore

She had been sitting on her bed, playing with the 3ds that Callie had graciously gifted her, not really thinking or doing much besides enjoying this game. She hadn’t thought about the fact that she was a troll for a while, it simply slipped her mind. This was the new normal, the strange feelings she had about it passed a while ago. This form was not meant to remain forever though. The completely unspecified duration of the anon’s spell had concluded, and she was transformed in the span of a few seconds back to her original human body. Blonde hair with pink fringes, check. Her regular outfit, yup, that was there too. Her skin returned to its original hue and nothing seemed out of place. She paused her game to stare down at herself. Oh! Thank goodness. This meant she could stop typing like she was much easier. A shame though, that body had very clear advantages over her own in certain situations. It was a relief overall to be back to normal at least.

#M!A: Troll #IC #Continue (IRL)

=> And here we go, in a way that is suitably within the bounds of reason, plausibility or the established rules of the setting.

=> With a bit of belief, and a tiny bit of space magic, a box of specially crafted and specially delivered Special Stardust ™ appears before or near one miss Roxy Roguevalue - or within any proper form of inventory or sylladex the whims of the universe deems acceptable, and within whatever timefame is determined to be most appropriate.

=> But an allegedly tasty one?

A box of SPEC.STRDST was inserted into her inventory after a prompt was accepted by her, taking up the last available slot that she had after she was sent a 3ds and a multitude of games to go along with it. So this was it then, dust that tasted like every candy at once (supposedly). She removed this object from her inventory to give the box a closer examination. She poured a little bit of it out onto her palm. It’s... It’s glitter. She tried a little bit of this cherub confectionery. Just a pinch of glitter. It wasn’t the weirdest thing to do, a Glamburger contained edible glitter inside of it. It couldn’t be all that bad on its own right?

She’s never been more wrong about anything in her entire life.

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magic non-anon: when yoU check yoUr inventory next yoU will find a pUrple 3ds, it's a little worn and the right trigger bUtton is hard to press bIt otherwise still a good handheld. with it are copies of the games pokemon x, pokemon moon, animal crossing new leaf, the world ends with yoU, and legend of zelda: ocarania of time 3d. they shoUld all have thier memory wiped to start fresh, bUt if i missed one i apologise ouo;

There it is, an incoming prompt. Simple inventory edit, containing:1x Purple 3ds1x Pokemon X1x Pokemon Moon1x ACNL1x The World Ends With You1x LoZ:OOT 3dThese items take up the majority of her inventory. She did not have much room for anything else now. Couldn’t leave the encounter she was in with The Player either, to go store some of this stuff in her hidden void room.She accessed her inventory to retrieve the 3ds and chose Pokemon X to try out first. Why not? Callie was very sweet in recommending it to her. It may also help her to better understand Tina. That was that she named the hairless pikachu that was zapped (ha ha) into existence by another one of those anonymous interlopers.

#IC #M!A: Troll #Continue (IRL)#knowingoverseer

File -1: NULLSPACE

┌──────────┐ ROXY LV 20 HP 32767/32767 G 1110 └──────────┘

┌─────────────┐ DogResidu Leg,Hero ButtsPie [<- Locket] [WornDG] └─────────────┘

It was inevitable that it would come to this point again. Frisk returning to her universe after the confrontation that they had last time. She had been waiting on it to happen, there was no way that the person behind Frisk’s actions would not be driven to learn more. Certainly not after they went through such efforts to seek her out in the first place. That encounter did not go well for her last time, but now she was prepared. She had plans in place to turn the tide in her favour should this turn into a fight. She was strong, she was equipped, she was ready. She could feel the memory editor being attached to her universe again, and an attempt made just as before to locate her within the universe’s memory. A shining light cut through the dark of the void that surrounded her and swiftly moved through until it passed over her. Frisk was then teleported in front of her. Same as before, but now she was a troll. She grinned at Frisk as the encounter began. On the other side of the computer screen, the player stared at the strange results that layed before them. Roxy’s sprite looked different than the last time this happened. There were horns at the top of her head, she was wearing a strange getup, and there was a white bar covering her eyes. She was wielding the knife. The only knife that was available in the game at the moment. ┌─────────────┐ * She’s ready for you this time. └─────────────┘ [FIGHT][ACT][ITEM][MERCY]

To the right of the game window, Cheat Engine was running and hooked into Undertale.exe. The Player had managed to find the data structure that defined Roxy, and consequently, could easily see the full contents of her inventory and her stats there. Even modify them, if they so chose to. LV: 20 ATK: 99 DEF: 99 HP: 32767 But what should they do? They were uncertain.

#IC #M!A: Troll #Unexpected Route (PLOTPOINT)#Continue (IRL)#// Send an ASK to control the PLAYER/FRISK #// Describe what they should do.#long post

M!A: Since you seem to have such an interest in learning about trolls, how about you turn into one? How long? Who knows. Have fun!

What? No. Absolutely not. Not a god damned chance was she going with this right now, while she was in a human city full of humans who have very clear opinions when it came to monsters. Particularly monsters who were not where they were supposed to be. She hit ‘no’ on the incoming prompt, and yet in spite of this the changes went into effect anyway. Something else had overridden her say on this matter. She was incredibly thankful that her ‘mother’ was out of the building often, attending to her own business. She didn’t want to make her watch this weird stuff.Roxy’s skin took on a shade of grey. Her hair went pitch black, and took on a bit more of a fluffy quality to it. A set of horns protruded out of her skull, vaguely reminiscent of a 1 and a 0. Her iris gained a fuchsia hue, and her sclera became somewhat yellow. Fins of some description were placed on the sides of her head, along with many other anatomical changes. Two metal disks were placed in her temples, with a circle of glass embedded at its edge. Hard light projected in grey in front of her eyes, creating a visor to shield them. Her outfit changed as well, becoming monotone. A transistor symbol was printed on her top, similarly in grey. She seemed to be wearing some type of tanktop, and half of a hoodie over that. This outfit was ridiculous. She grabbed at a new phone that she purchased recently, and quickly propped it up on a table while setting it to take a picture in five seconds. She wanted to see what she looked like properly. Having the forethought of knowing she’d probably share this image with others, she struck a cute pose before the phone took its picture.But now what was she going to do? What if Miss Lalonde came back home? What would she do? It was very tempting to make a doorway back to the underground for a while until this wore off. She also wanted to check on why she could not block this from happening in the first place. She collected her phone, and focused on creating a door on the nearby wall as she touched her hand against it. A door leading to the void in the underground. The door faded into existence, and she stepped through it once it was fully realised. There she was again, back ‘home’.

#IC #Continue (IRL)#M!A: Troll #M!A: Liminal Spaces #Anonymous

magic non-anon: treats or not, i'm sending yoU a box of pokepUffs anyway! they're frosted in all the common flavoUrs, with a delUx spring one added in! strait from lUmiose city and my favoUrite bakery. check yoUr inventory, they'll be there!

Curiously, this one did come up with a prompt to accept the changes. She wondered why the previous one offered no such an option. It was something that she was going to have to investigate later when she could get back to the underground.She hit ‘yes’ on the confirmation dialogue and then checked her inventory with a wide smile. Neat!!┌─────────────┐DogResiduLeg,Hero x2ButtsPieBotWatFrstCitPuffFrstMntPuffFrstSwtPuffFrstMocPuffFrstSpiPuff[<- Locket][WornDG]└─────────────┘She checked the descriptions of each of these new items in her inventory.┌──────────────────┐ * Frosted Citrus PokéPuff A common type of treat for Pokémon. This one smells of lemons and oranges. +3 affection└──────────────────┘┌──────────────────┐ * Frosted Minty PokéPuff A common type of treat for Pokémon. This one has a minty aroma to it. +3 affection└──────────────────┘ ┌──────────────────┐ * Frosted Sweet PokéPuff A common type of treat for Pokémon. It smells sugary, and vaguely of cinnamon. +3 affection└──────────────────┘ ┌──────────────────┐ * Frosted Mocha PokéPuff A common type of treat for Pokémon. It has a noticeable whiff of coffee and chocolate. +3 affection└──────────────────┘ ┌──────────────────┐ * Frosted Spicy PokéPuff A common type of treat for Pokémon. Smelling it burns your nose a little bit. +3 affection└──────────────────┘ Experimentally, she retrieved the ‘FrstSwtPuff’ and crouched down in front of the dresser. The little zap mouse creature was still hiding under there. “Hey sweetie why don’tcha come out from under there? I won’t hurt ya.” She spoke quietly, and held the sweet puff at the bottom edge of the dresser.Two tiny little rodent paws slowly extended out from under the dresser and grasped at the puff. It was pulled under the dresser. So much for that idea. This little creature was smart.

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File -1: JPD 8th Precinct

┌──────────┐ ROXY LV 1 HP 20/20 G 1111 └──────────┘

┌─────────────┐ DogResidu InstaNood Leg,Hero x2 ButtsPie BotWat [<- Locket] └─────────────┘

PREVIOUS SAVESTATE

She had already been at the Precinct for a whole night now, placed in a cell while the police officers here conducted the tests that they needed to do to make sure that she had not caused any harm to somebody else. A DNA test to figure out if the blood on her from earlier was only her own, a Soul Composition test meant to compare against any missing persons reports by determining the soul’s exact traits. The initial tests revealed very clearly that she was not up to no good. Upon seeing her soul however, yet more soul related tests were conducted. None have quite seen a soul like hers before. Sideways.

Monster souls were always known to be mirrored compared to a human’s soul. Where a human’s soul would be represented by a coloured heart, a monster’s soul was a white upside down heart. This was a fact unchanged through the ages. Roxy’s soul was visibly different. The change may have been considered very minor in her eyes, but to the eyes of those around her, it was a cause for concern and intrigue. The Soul composition test was run at least 6 more times after that. They had an optical scanner brought close to her exposed soul, watching very closely the wavelengths of light which it produced while outside of her body. Officers stood around her. Many with yellow hair, and yellow eyes. Some with Orange hair and eyes. Some yet still with blue hair and blue eyes. She quickly identified these to coincide with the type of soul each person had. Yellow. Justice. Orange. Courage. Blue. Integrity. These were just the primary traits however. She knew that there could be others. A test much like the one they were conducting on her soul would reveal exactly what. That was just what she could figure out by pure observation however. She didn’t want to ask these people what it all meant. If it was supposed to be common knowledge, that would only serve to make her even more suspicious and odd than she already was. Not a gamble that she, personally, was willing to take. Officers continued to visit her in the subsequent day, and informed her that her name had been cleared. They did want her to remain for a while longer though, in a more comfortable room. Sergeant Jenns, the officer who had initially arrested her, told her that a friend of hers mentioned somebody may have been out there waiting to get a chance to do her harm. Not only that, but the strange state her soul was in had caused some alarm. Enough for them to warrant calling in a specialist of some variety to analyze the soul and find out why it was how it was, and what it meant for her. With hesitation, she agreed to stick around. At the very least she was given her phone back for a while. She could update some of her friends on what was going on, chat with them. That never failed to put a smile on her face. Even now with her stress levels elevated, it worked for her. She stayed put in that room they had organized for her until Sergeant Jenns knocked on the door, and let himself in. “Good evening, Miss.” He began. “The specialist is here. Are you ready?” He held the door open for her, and gestured for Roxy to follow along. Roxy gave him an uneasy look as she stood up from the couch she was laying down on while she typed away on her phone. “What’s the specialist gonna do anyways? What can I expect here? Kinda lost.. What’re they a specialist in.” “Miss Roselyn Lalonde. The Purple Mage. An expert in Soul Dynamics, and also your mother.” Sergeant Jenns answered calmly. It was clear to him that this woman was suffering from some sort of amnesia, if she didn’t remember getting lost as a child. Roxy stared at him, dumbfounded by this news. Shock was clearly expressed on her face. What was she even supposed to say about this? She had a mother? She certainly didn’t remember anything of that sort. She had to take a few seconds to remind herself that this place was not entirely correct. How could it have been? She didn’t see anything about this within the narrative when she looked before, and boy did she ever look. So why was it that when she stepped towards Sergeant Jenns, she felt nervous? Her hands were shaking. “I’ll take your phone for now. It cannot go into the interrogation room with you and her.” He requested, with his hand held out. to receive the device. Roxy pouted and handed off her cellphone to the Officer. No sense in putting up a big fuss about it, even if that was somewhat inconvenient. At that moment she was much more focused on the task ahead of her. Meeting her mother (Citation Needed). Sergeant Jenns pocketed Roxy’s phone and guided her down the hall into Interrogation Room #2, where a woman was already waiting for her. She had brilliant lilac coloured eyes, and hair of a very similar style to Roxy’s own. Light blonde, with streaks of purple. She was much older than Roxy was, and was wearing a black dress with a grey tunic and white undershirt. The moment this older woman saw Roxy, her expression seemed to change. A mixture of sorrow, yearning, and relief. Sergeant Jenns closed the door behind Roxy to leave the two of them alone. Roxy nervously went and took a seat across from Miss Lalonde. She could feel herself being studied very closely. Miss Lalonde’s eyes were analyzing the features of Roxy’s face. “Hello, dear. Do you know who I am?” the woman asked her. Her voice carried a sense of dignity to it. Roxy stared back at her, and opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again and shook her head. Why did she feel bad about that? About not saying that she knew her? It wasn’t a lie, she didn’t. Maybe it was the hopeful look in the woman’s eyes being replaced with disappointment and sadness. “I see. Then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Roselyn Lalonde. Or, perhaps more commonly known as the Purple Mage. Roxy, sweetie. Would you please show your soul to me? Then we can get started. I just want to see it for now.” Miss Lalonde made her request. More of this then. She hesitated, and then brought her hands towards her own chest. A green glow radiated from her chest as her soul pushed its way out of her. Her brilliantly green soul, laying on its side. She brought her hands outwards and layed them on the table with her soul atop them. Its emerald glow lit the room around them. This only seemed to upset the woman even more as she stared at the soul presented before her. This was her daughter’s soul. There was no question about that. Something about Roxy was different though. Incorrect. Her eyes were pink. As were parts of her hair. It didn’t match the soul. The soul itself was sideways, and that was very concerning. “My goodness... What have they done to you?” “Ummm... Who’s they, exactly? Like. Who we talkin about right now.” Roxy replied, with confusion in her tone. “It.. doesn’t matter right now, darling. You’re absolutely certain you do not know me? Not at all? You don’t recognize my face. Or my name?” Miss Lalonde inquired. Roxy shook her head again. “You are my daughter, Roxy. You’ve been missing since you were thirteen. You were with me that day. I brought you up atop Mt. Ebott, my little research assistant. So happy to help in my studies. We were taking a look at the barrier. You got just a little bit too close to the edge, and...” She paused, feeling some stray tears rolling down her cheeks, and wiped them away with the back of her hand. “You fell. I wasn’t quick enough to catch you. I couldn’t go after you, nobody could. The crack in the barrier was only big enough for a child to fit through, and you slipped right in. I thought for years that I lost you, Roxy. That you were gone for good. You don’t know how relieved I am to see your face again, and hear your voice. I’ve missed you. You grew up wonderfully. I don’t know how you got back, or how you survived in the Underground, but we can fix this. I can fix this, if you would please give me a chance to.” Miss Lalonde requested, pleading with her. Roxy could hear the desperation in the woman’s voice. It would break her heart to tell her no. To just run off and leave this lady here with no closure about her lost daughter. “Aw... c’mon... don’t cry, then I’m gonna cry ‘n we’re both gonna be sobbin’ grossly here in this room.” She sighed softly. “I really don’t know anythin. I don’t remember anythin you’re mentionin to me right now. I don’t remember havin’ you as a mom. Or how I got into the underground. I just remember wakin up there one day on a bed of flowers. But, um... if it really means that much to you, I’ll let’cha try?” The woman looked absolutely elated to hear that. She reached over the table and placed her hands on top of Roxy’s. “Then, we’re going to begin tomorrow. Please, come with me. I have a spare room available for you. It’s your old room left mostly untouched since you left. Maybe it’ll jog your memory.” She spoke, standing up to guide Roxy outside of the Interrogation room. Roxy’s soul was absorbed back inside of her own body. Sergeant Jenns noticed the pair of them leaving, and quickly approached them. “Roxy, your phone.” He held the phone out for her to take. She grasped it in her hand and put it safely into her pocket. “And your knife. Please don’t carry it around like you’re going to stab somebody anymore.” She was given her knife back as well. That, she stored inside of her inventory. ┌─────────────┐ DogResidu InstaNood Leg,Hero x2 ButtsPie BotWat [<- Locket] [WornDG] └─────────────┘ Miss Lalonde spoke up. “I’ll be taking my daughter home now, Sergeant. Subsequent testing will be done there. She’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of that much.” Sergeant Jenns shrugged. “Very well. You’d best get going then, I won’t keep you or her here any longer. So long, Miss Lalonde. Roxy.” He waved goodbye to the two of them as Miss Lalonde guided Roxy out of the Precinct. Roxy waved back at him. “Buh-bye!!”

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