#datatale lore

[ask-dcf]

hey frisk, you wouldn't happen to still have the SAVE ability would you? or was that purely circumstantial? I wonder what it would do in the dark world

*Chara pets Frisk’s head to comfort them*

*Conthra isn’t sure what Frisk is talking about, but something tells him he has to make sure this child gets as much therapy as they can*

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[ask-dcf]

Data, do you remember something about your origins? Like, who created you, where do you come from, why were you made, etc.

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[ask-dcf]

...How did Toriel even figure out parental controls?

Alphys?

*Of course it was the nerd lol. In fact the idea of Toriel asking Alphys about Rated Games sounds hilarious. XD*

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[ask-dcf]

Meanwhile with Ralsei and Flara

*The two were still trying to escape their mirror like crystals cage*

*She kicks the wall*

*She summons magic kunai and tries to stab wall… only to feel her arm feel like it was pricked badly*

*He notices Cheshire staring at his own reflection*

*Slowly, Cheshire materializes a giant hammer into his gloved hands, raising it high above his head, ready to slam it down. This causes Ralsei to panic.*

*Data turns his head and immediately holds out

*A large holographic Pink hand Grabs Cheshire completely as it was like a hand grabbing a squeaky toy*

*The large pink magic Astral hand holds firm. It is quite strong and sturdy and not easy to get out of*

*Cheshire points to his reflection, both Data and Emeline noticing the sheer difference between them. What was most off-putting was the reflection's smile; an evil, maddened smile.*

*The face lines on his face changes color again… To the multiple ones before*

*His fist pulses with four colors of electricity*

*The Arcane hand flickers and electricy pulses. Four colored streaks zap Cheshire’s head. He then in an instant finds himself in pitch black darkness… Around him are 4 colored wisps shaped like hearts. Surrounded by them. Cheshire's eyes light up, the only other light besides the wisps were the flare of his yellow irises. In that moment, he began to panic, slowly hyperventilating. Where exactly was he? Why were there heart-shaped wisps surrounding him? His hammer remained clutched tightly in his grasp, ready to fend off any attack that comes his way.*

*The wisps began to change shape. The purple one became a dragon. The green one became a nine tailed fox. The orange one became what looked like a Liger. And the yellow one became what looked like a monkey with a staff and a strange circlet. The monkey slowly walks up to Cheshire. And…*

*BONK*

*Cheshire got bonked on the head hard by the monkey*

*Raises hand and slaps Cheshire across the face. Literally snapping him back to reality as the Arcane hand fizzled out and Data stumbling back as his face lines flicker. Dropping Cheshire. Making Cheshire still feel that bonk on head and slap across face. Data looks confused as heck as electricity sounds coming from him*

*The jester seems to have returned to his senses, confused and bewildered. He looked almost like a scared child as he gazed into the gems that replace Data's eyes.*

*Holding onto his cheek, still feeling the sting from the mindscape. Data has no way to respond as he looks at his hand, it twitching strangely… Why does he feel even more different?*

[ask-dcf]

Does Data can not detect a problem in his own "système" or "body" if i can say ? , it seem like something is causing some strange glitch in his body but data can't see them or detect them ?

*Seems that even if he believed that something is wrong. He won’t be able to know what’s wrong…….. unless….. someone uses CHECK on him*

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*The Kids continue on as it seems to be getting somewhat darker*

*Chara unfortunately remembers the Streamerpillar that caused her grief*

*They stop to turn a corner and they see… Two eggs sitting on a log in front of a wall of mist… They all look at them…. And they have stick arms and legs and have faces*

*The Egg on the left was hard and had a smile. The one on the right looked sad and soft. Like a black chicken egg and a century egg. They sit on a log with a helicopter hat and trousers. They both speak at the same time*

*Chara immediately grabs Frisk and Alice’s wrists

*She uses her wings to shield them and pulls them to the mist wall. She then bumps into the wall of mist that blocks their path as if it was solid*

*They bounce around and honk in a musical tune for a bit before they stop and speak in unison*

*Frisk is noticing Alice may be being negatively affected by this Outlands. Her sweet personality seems to be dissipating…. Chara Alice and Frisk all sit down*

*The tweedles speak in unison once again*

*Frisk blinks confused while Chara and Alice speak up*

*The tweedles begin their story*

“Once upon a time. There were two mice. Who didn’t love eachother… But they had to stay together to survive in an empty farm. One day. They had a litter. Only one. A tiny runt mouse. The runt was not like the mommy or daddy. She was full of life and filled with sweetness like candy. But the mommy and daddy hated eachother. And hated her… so whenever the runt did something nice. They would bite her. Her ear. Her tail. Her arms and legs. They would bite bite bite bite!~ No matter how many times the runt begged them to stop or play dead. They would just simply bite more. And the sweetness and life she felt turned to ash and gray. One day. The runt had enough…. And she climbed to the very top of the farm house… And she jumped. Falling to her death. Only to be gobbled up by a black cat. Who while the runt was climbing the farm. Had eaten the mommy and the daddy. And so even in death. The tiny runt could never escape her home…. The end!”

*Chara and Alice look horrified…. But the one who seemed most affected was….*

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*There is silence… in the air… Frisk looks absolutely horrified…*

*Frisk has the face of absolute trauma and fear… as this almost sounds similar to their life before they met Data… While Chara stares… and looks ready to burst*

*She gets up*

*Before she could continue they spoke once again*

”Once upon a time. There was a colony of cats. They lived in a cave. All of them black and not allowed to be apart of society. They hunted anything from bugs to tiny animals. They were so many that they even hunted bulls and humans. The worse offense, was they ate their own kind. These black cats were the most hated creatures. But they lived in a society where they believed they were above the rules of Mother Nature. One day. A gentle kitten born from this colony who’s as destined to lead this clan, was quite a coward. And so she ran from her cave. She ran and ran and fell off a cliff. When she came to she found herself on a farm. A baby goat found her and brought her to his herd. The goat herd did not know of the evil cats and lived in peace. So they took her in as their own. They taught her to leap, they taught her to bump heads, and taught her to play. However, the cat only ate grass… and she could not live off it. A hunger grew inside her, foam frothed at her mouth. She tricked the goat who saved her to go on a hill. And tell him she was dying of hunger. She said that if he let her eat him, they would be together forever. The baby goat naively believed her. And as she ate the goat, she cried out in anguish. As this hunger she blamed on her own kind. And so. She went back to her colony. And began killing every cat in the cave. The males, females, kits, even the unborn from the females in labor. The more she killed the bigger she became. Until there was no cat left. She couldn’t be satisfied. She hated them. She hated herself. And she hated the world. She left the cave in hopes the herd would take her in. But when she came back. The herd was all but dead. As the baby goat they had held a cure to a disease they had. That the farmer who tended the land was preparing. The cat now finally realized that she was cursed. Everything she touched did nothing but destroy. And so she lost herself in her anger and hate. She prowled the farm. Eating some mice she found. One of which fell in front of her. She did not care. She ate. She killed. It was all she knew now. Until a loud bang was heard upon the farm. The cursed kitten was shot. By the farmer. And so she was buried. But it is said that she still prowls on the farm. Hunting and eating. Because for her…. It was now fun to her…. Because she knew what she did… was for LOVE.”

*Chara stares. With her eye twitching*

*She looks up in horror realizing she may be next*

*Meanwhile Chara grits her teeth and her wings turn sharp like knives again. Her claws come out slowly as she scrapes the ground with them in an angry grip*

*she slashes at the two eggs but they turn to fog and reappear in the air, looking a bit different, as if puppets dangling by strings*

“There was a baby rabbit. Who was left on the porch of a human family. The mother was sick and was dying. So she left her there all alone in the rain. The humans took her in. But they had many other pets who were mean. And the children handled the pets poorly. The snake would choke the rabbit. The hamster would bite the rabbit. And the chicken would peck at the rabbit. The human kids were not smart when it came to handling the baby rabbit. Holding her by the ears. Tossing her around. And dressing her up clothing that was too tight around her. One day the family bought a goat. The rabbit was treated fairly by the goat. And so the rabbit believed foolishly that he was her father. For she did not know what love was until this goat took care of her. However. One day… the goat disappeared. As he was sold off to a farm. Leaving the rabbit all alone. The rabbit soon died as she was thrown at a wall by one of the human parents in a drunken fit of rage. The baby rabbit died crying out for her fake father to come find her. Only to never see him again. As he had died during an accident at the farm. He grew sick as the rabbits mother did. As the disease took them both. In the end. The rabbit was reunited with her mother and father. In the beyond of the void.”

*Alice couldn't quite understand it, but the story hit her personally. The way it was worded… It struck a nerve. She could feel tears streaming down her face as she absorbed the story, trying to process it all. Alice soon broke down into a heaping, sobbing mess on the ground, clutching her head. She couldn't understand why the story was effecting her this way.*

*These stories… Were clearly… about our young heroes…*

[ask-dcf]

Is not being stressed an option?

*Stress is something to manage slowly, if dealt with poorly like simply ignoring the past situation. It can cause more stress to build up and cause mental breakdown. Frisk parents poorly managed them with that mentality, it’s why they are hard to handle anxiety to this day… But they are trying…*

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