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@dualityfrisk || Continued

Pup didn’t stop the laugh from rumbling out of his ribs as he looked down at the human his holding with a grin.

“heheh, sorry sweetheart. didn’t mean to drop by without any warnings.” he smiled as he playfully winked at them and nuzzled them. “how ‘ya doing though, sweetheart? looks like you got quite a cozy home ‘round here.”

#dualityfrisk #[jus' your friendly blaster.] ; ic #((hope you don't mind if I answered to it???))#((Pup missed interacting with your Frisk >w<))

UNDERTALE.EXE LOADED SUCCESSFULLY

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Starter for @dualityfrisk;

The human woke with a start. Data had been collected from bits and pieces of the surrounding VOID. Like a puzzle, the mind that organized each segment of the living being was watching with a singular curiosity.

The air hung low, pressing a weight on their chest. Gravity was heavy on limbs riddled with pins and needles. Understandable, given that their heart had only started minutes prior.

A hazy vision cleared. The human was in an unfamiliar bed, staring up towards an unfamiliar ceiling. They were wearing clothing found within the scattered memories discovered in their DATA - that which could be mined, naturally.

White light filtered in through white drapes. Flourescent bulbs buzzed above the new patient, casting their light down on sterile tiles. Birds chirped outside, and the sound of wind rushing through leaves was muffled by the walls around them. The scene had been set, with its leading actor taking their role.

A door opens. Footsteps echo on the tiles, rhythmic and metered. Alone, a figure clad in white and black stands before Frisk. Dark eyesockets gaze down, jagged cracks leading down to a pleasant smile. The suited skeleton bows slightly once he is certain that he has the human’s attention, holding an arm out beside him.

“Salutations. I see that you are awake. I would like to ask you to take a deep breath, dear. Why, I never thought that you’d wake up, really.”

A pause. His brows furrow.

“Do you remember anything from before I brought you here?”

The Doctor waits patiently for the human’s response.

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@dualityfrisk Escaping the surface to live amongst humans once again was a fleeting dream for most monsters, Grillby himself lost hope in ever truly getting to the surface. A reminder he carried around with him as his HP had decreased over the years trapped underground since the great Human/ Monster war. Even now as he stood in the apartment above his restaurant, staring down at the street below he still couldn't believe it. Deep down in his gut he still felt that this was all too good to be true, that one day it just would stop existing or he'd wake up from falling asleep at the bar - something! But closing his eyes only to open them a second later he was still looking at the cobblestone streets, and the crowd of mixed entities walking past.

To be fair it wasn’t as if the humans accepted the sudden surfacing of monsters, there were still hostilities amongst the races but it seemed to be tolerated for now. Even when trying to establish a restaurant, Grillby had to endure a few trials of his own with the prejudice of monsterkind’s place in the surfaceworld. Being a fire monster around alcohol was laughable, at least to humans it seemed, but he proved it was capable, and soon enough he had a permit. Sadly, he couldn’t bring his restaurant from the underground, but he had brought along a few old mementos such as the furniture, jukeboxes and a few personal items from his apartment above the old Grillby’s.

The bar itself had a similar style to the old one, in regards to the bar’s street front. It had two bow windows on either side of the doorway that was more inward as there was a bap between said windows. The building itself that connected his bar, and apartment was a red brick style with his bar front cutting in below to allow a nice diverse style from the brick. It was a mix of Tudor / Victorian architecture for the slab of black brick and wood that made up it’s structure. The colours were not as spectacular as it was black, white, and gold. ‘ Grillby’s’ being in a nice golden hue above the five windows stretching underneath it with a few potted plants spilling over the bumped put edge where they rested. Regardless of it’s general appearance, Grillby felt jubilant as he could provide monsterkind with a familiar venue, and introduce humans to the environment to hopefully establish some friendly terms. Though as it stands he’s only ever really had a brave few humans who venture into his bar, they were decent as far as humans go he guessed. He never really had much trouble after having everything established for his bar, no one was rioting or trying to destroy his business - it seemed either everyone was indifferent to the addition or silently loathing it’s existance. Regardless of their opinions he was still up in running, serving monsters, and the occasional human. Though here is when he began having issues, with all the space he’s acquired for the bar's interior, he had more customers than he’s ever had. In the underground he could have up to roughly twenty or so people in the bar, now with more booths, tables, stools, it simply allowed for more customers that he inevitably was swamped with. So over the course of a week or two he had put up a ‘help wanted’ sign in the front window of one the the bow windows, he had a few interested inquiries but most either didn’t show up for their shifts or simply weren’t that good of an employee to say the least. So as it was he kept running it solo. Slowly he had come down from his apartment door to make his way to the front of the bar, he unlocked the door to flip the sign to ‘open’ before moving to place all the chairs down on the floor for the customers. The location he settled in managed to skirt the borders of both Human and Monster owned areas. Despite simply being called ‘Grillby’s it functioned as an average bar & grill, one that was thankfully popular in the areas surrounding it.

#long post #dualityfrisk #Surface #Closed Rp

@dualityfrisk Just where had he ended up now? Sans had just been wandering about in Snowdin, thinking about his last encounter with a certain human when suddenly he was pulled somewhere else. Everything had faded from it’s normal appearance and nothing at all seemed familiar. It was so quiet too...For a moment the sentry enjoyed it as he ventured through the new area, that was until his gaze landed on the human in question. He couldn’t control it as his right eyelight burst to life, cutting through the darkness. Even with the rage festering deep within him, he smiled. Here was Frisk...The human he had once shown mercy on. That he had let roam around free until they decided to reset the monsters happy ending, throwing them all back into the Underground. But that was not the worst part. The worst part was watching them destroy all the monsters, his friends, his brother. All had been taken down thanks to this human. Oh how he wanted to strike them down right now, to make them feel the pain he felt. To kill them over and over again without even the slightest hint of MERCY. But instead he paused his advance and settled for just looking.

“So...What are you doing in a place like this, kid?”

#dualityfrisk #;i hope this is okay!#;blue

@dualityfrisk replied to your post:⋆ still on team ‘let everyone say fuck’, here

✧ And drink while doing so!

⋆ it’s like ya read my mind, bud

⋆ heh heh

#alcohol ment )#dualityfrisk

👉!

Cue a large goat dad bleating. “What was that for, Frisk?”

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@dualityfrisk — x.

THEIR LIPS AGAINST THE COLD BONE OF HIS CRANIUM IS SHOCKING YET SOMEHOW EXPECTED. skeletal hands rise from the pockets of his parka, loosely wrapping around their waist — lightly gripping the fabric of an azure turtleneck with the slightest amount of pressure. there was no danger here. there was no paranoia. they were soft & warm... smelling of something sweet.

even so, there was nothing. absolutely nothing but the pressure of their soft, cool lips & the heat wafting gently from their frame as it did with every human.

the height difference between them is noticeable now. how could it not be? frisk was a grown woman now. it was understandable for them to shoot up in the height spectrum.

he doesn’t want to let them go. not now, not ever.

“kid, i...”

i don’t want to leave you alone. no one deserves that. especially not you.

#/ / FEEL YOUR KARMA && HEAR THE VOICES OF THE DEAD.♧ — ( classic sans )#/ / FREEDOM COMES AT A PRICE.✶— ( v. post-pacifist )#( Have some feels. )#dualityfrisk