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[mercybreaker-blog]

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“This is a type of cake flavored with green tea powder. It’s for you.” 

[dancing-in-dust-blog]

Closed Starter: Kindness’s Honor

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This... Would be the first notable time she left Waterfall, wouldn’t it? She stared at the ground-- the clear, obvious line where Waterfall ends and Snowdin begins-- and just... Thinks. How many will recognize? Snowdin is an old town, surely SOME of them will know very well what she is, what her actions were. She puffed her cheeks out, and stepped forward anyways. It’d be a pain to fight, if it came to that, but she wasn’t one to back down.

With that in mind, she entered Snowdin, and began to travel. Get in, get food, get out. Simple enough, yes? She could only hope so.

[mis-chara-cterization]

[Txt] Hey, do you two prefer Bscotch or cinnamon? (Fourth-soul)

[txt] ○ Butterscotch!!!

[ * Frisk is silent for a moment, then texts again.]

[txt] ○ Chara says they like cinnamon, but butterscotch is okay too.

[spider-monster-hex-blog]

The Fourth Soul

Hex narrowed her eyes, glaring at the human standing before her “You’re a ways from the path human, which was a huge mistake on your part. See the king’s in need of human souls, imagine the hefty bounty that’s on your head” the woman grinned, her fangs clicking “I bet I could get a handsome reward if I collect your soul for him, and enjoy every moment of the way there”

The spider drew a knife from behind her back as a few of her other hands became engulfed in a bright green magic, her main skills were manipulation, messing with the motion and sight of her opponent and that’s just what she planned to do. First up was a reversal spell, which would manipulate the human’s movement, if they tried to go forwards they would go backwards, left was right, right was left, it was a very amusing technique to the monster.

Her eyes glowed, her white pupils contracting as she released the spell before running at the girl, slashing at her with a sinister smile.

[somber-fabbot-blog]

Cooking with Souls

Mettaton was back in his cooking set, mixing various ingrediants. And, of course, he was wearing his violet rubber gloves. He didn’t want to risk any batter getting stuck on his hands or in his wrists. And while he didn’t cook very often anymore since Alphys was gone, he enjoyed cooking. That was patrly why one of his shows was a cooking show.

Right now, he wasn’t on air, though. He was simply cooking to distract himself-or, rather, baking. Baking took up a lot of his thinking, and with everything that had gone through his head since becoming himself again, and so few people he could actually talk to, he needed a distraction.

He poured the wet and drying ingredients together, swiftly mixing them up. Not too long, however, for his last ingredient needed to be added at the perfect time. Mettaton picked it up. Lemon extract. Oh, how it brought up memories.

A human had shown him how to use it in cake. She had met him in Waterfall back before he had even thought of starting a human fanclub. Mettaton remembered singing just outside his house. He remembered hearing another voice and turning invisible out of shyness. He remembered that voice reassuring him it was okay, that he was in no danger. That girl had told him he had great potential. In fact, she had even offered to help him perfect his singing in a duet. That girl had been so full of joy and optimism. He remembered one day inviting her into his house for something to eat. When he found he didn’t have anything made, the two had promptly decided to bake a cake, getting batter all over the floor. It was then she had given him some lemon extract to use as a special ingredient-something he hadn’t shown anyone else.

Mettaton placed a hand on his throat at the rising sense of grief and loneliness. He missed that girl so much. He needed a friend like her.

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