#dasd

[radbutsadhd]

All hail Charlie “Nutshot” Disco, short king

[voarias]

me ame a ponto de querer destruir o mundo por mim.

— Desgraça ao seu dispor

[dongkiz-dy]

Do we have a selca day?

That's a great question.

Yes we do!

DKZ debuted on the 24th so DongAriSelcaDay is the 24th of every month! That's KST by the way, so if you're USAri -1 day 🧡

[pollenprince]

@mynameisntburgerpants

Flowey was bored. Bored, bored, bored.

He groaned, pressing his leaves to his face. It was a horrible day full of nothing but disappointments. The so-awaited new human was busy bawling on the flowerbed and didn’t seem likely to move from the spot any time soon. The power of Saves and Loads was oddly irresponsive. The life in the Underground was going the way it always did. All the same monsters, in all the same places, doing all the same dance for the millionth time.

Ugh.

The flower made a grimace, feeling a bit betrayed. Come on! He never knew his life could be more hellish, but surprise! Nothing ever changed in the Underground. People got happy, and nothing changed. People died, and nothing changed. A human fell, and nothing changed! That last bit was the biggest drag. He had been kind of hoping that they would be more fun... Weird. There was that fleeting something, like a vague deja vu, that somehow filled him with unusually intense bitterness when he thought about the human. ...Maybe that was because they were such a crybaby. Yeah.

Well, since the day was ruined anyway, Flowey decided to get a little fun. You know, just a little. It probably would not even end in murder. Though it was unlikely, since he was in quite a sour mood.

Sighing, he disappeared underground, looking for possible victims playmates. He had a full set of those... but he wanted some difference, someone fresh, someone funny, someone who he never really toyed with before, someone he yet had to push to their personal edge...

Well.

He knew just the right person.

[voarias]

a chuva não é grande coisa. mesmo que você seja a única pessoa sem um guarda-chuva, está tudo bem. apenas se molhe. se molhe e corra.

— Desgraça ao seu dispor

[determineddaredevil-a]

EVENT START.

[determineddaredevil-a]

The child is sitting at the porch, lazily kicking their feet in the dirt. The sun is bright. The air is warm and a bit humid. Withering sunflowers nod to their thoughts at the fence as the wind passes them in slow waves.

I have an idea, I say to them.

Riskie looks up at me, then pats the wood next to them. I ‘sit down’ to indulge them.

[ WHAT KIND OF? ] they sign. Not a speaking day? Probably. Or maybe they simply don’t want to alarm anyone by speaking to thin air.

Asriel, I tell them.

Their hands still, then come to grip their sweater where their Soul beats - steady, strong. Determined.

[ COME AGAIN? ] They frown, confused. [ THOUGHT HE WAS GONE. ]

I thought I was gone too, I say. But I am here.

[ YES, YOU ARE. ]

Maybe he is around, too, I say. Maybe there is a way to bring him back like I was brought back.

Their hand comes to rest on top of where mine should be, for just a moment.

[ HOW? ]

I do not know yet, I say. I have an idea. But I do not know yet. I do not.

They stay silent, still frowning.

I just want my friend back, I say. It comes out too quiet. I just want my brother back. I just want to see him one more time.

[ WHAT HE WANTS? ] they say.

Come again? I ask now, perplexed.

[ IS IT WHAT HE WANTS? ]

Yes. ...I think.

[ MAYBE WE SHOULD ASK HIM FIRST. AND. WE SHOULD TELL HIM, ABOUT YOU. ]

What?! No. No way.

[ MAYBE THAT WOULD BRING HIM BACK. ]

How?

[ THE LOST SOULS. ]

...Oh.

[ YOU COULD REMIND HIM. OF WHAT HE WAS. ]

...He will hate me.

[ YOU DON’T KNOW THAT. ]

Yes, I do.

[ NO YOU DON’T. ]

This is getting nowhere.

[ BECAUSE WE ARE NOT WALKING YET. ]

I snort. Okay, I say. Then let us get moving.

[ WILL YOU TALK? TO HIM? ]

No! ...No. Well. Maybe. I don’t know. Let’s just get there first, okay?

[ FINE. ] They stand up and sneak in to grab their backpack. They do not bother telling anyone where they are going, just as always. Toriel will be angry. But later. It does not matter now.

We are going.

We are going home.

[determineddaredevil-a]

Falling down - down - down

it is dark so dark around them and it does not hurt anymore but they feel like it should for some reason and the lack of pain bursts inside them as the worst agony ever

Down, down, down

they try to grip onto the loose threads but those slip away and something shatters something shatters something keeps shattering something is not there they are not there

Down into the darkness

they cry for help but no one comes no one ever came and why would they they cry and scream and there is nothing and only the void stares back something is shattering something is missing and they are falling falling falling

They keep falling down

but there was a promise and maybe there is not enough left of them to really remember but there was a promise and there was a voice and there was a soul that needed oblivion there were souls there were stars shatter all around them and fade into nothing and drown in the blackness and they drown too they drown and keep drowning and keep drowning

The light is out

but they do not want to die not yet not yet not like this and they are scared scared scared and they want home home want home they want home home home they want to live

A star is born out of their palms

it burns it burns so bright it hurts hurt is good hurt means live they want to live they want to hurt they want to go home but something is wrong something is slipping away something is gone and they keep falling and stars keep dying around them and it is so dark dark

dark.

.

. . .

. . . . .

. . . . . . .

A human child wakes up on the bed of golden flowers.