Inktobertale but red prompts | Prompt #5 - Theater Play
- This is part of Threadverse. Read more about it here! -
-°-°-
He sat here, quietly, his blank eyelights set on what Holes, Horror and Doll were sewing together. Around them, the group was doing their own separate activities. He spotted Nightmare reading a book farther away, under a spare tree; Dream, Blue, Cross and Killer were playing a card game; Ariadne and Dust debated together on their most common subject, morals (though it was more quiet than usual).
The nearest trio was trying to make sets of clothes for their allies all around, him included. Well, not like those would be of any use to him, but it seemed like they were set on giving their friends(?) a good time.
He didn't think he'd even be a good actor on a stage anymore. He didn't actually have any semblance of a memory left on how to act as if he still had emotions. It had been so long without them. And, he literally couldn't even stand up by now.
He didn't get the point of making a costume for him too. But well, if they wanted that, he'd wear it. He didn't mind. (Why would he mind? Nothing mattered to him anymore really.)
Doll looked up from his work and smiled at the ex-painter for a bit, then went back to his activity gingerly. He was now knitting a long scarf together.
Ink wondered, as his eyelights followed the other's precise yarn work, why are they still smiling at me, even though they know I will never smile back. He wondered what foolish hope was driving them to still try after all of this, all of the proofs and all of the data correlating to only one end; what still pushed them to try despite their evident inability to succeed and save anyone.
Was it what he always lacked? Was it the emotions that he always craved and could only ever emulate?
Horror stood up, showing off the pattern for a large hoodie to his two friends. Holes immediately went to pin the other's mistakes down with a sharp eyelights and a precise pointed finger. The red-eyes skeleton hummed and sat back down, correcting the couple inches of fabric that his collaborator had noticed.
He wondered how it felt like to be able to make things. He had forgotten.
"Ink?"
He turned his head towards the person who was now standing next to him. Ariadne.
"How are you feeling?"
"Empty and in pain." A small silence, that he broke when Ariadne was opening her mouth again. "A bit more pain than usual."
"... I see," she mumbled. After another quiet moment, she spoke up again, her eyelights a little dimmer than usual. "Night thinks that little play he found would be a nice experience to improvise upon. and uh, the clothes might also just serve for fighting after, considering that our current sets are getting a little worn out."
"Why make a set for me though?"
"Well, your clothes are also giving up on you, and... yeah. You would like it if you still felt something," she quietly mused.
Ink let his gaze drift a little, and he met Dust's quiet and twisted stare piercing through his hood's shade. He was standing with both hands in his pockets, a little farther behind the other outcode. Quiet, almost like a shade under the muted sun.
"... I don't know if I would have liked it anymore. I forgot," the ex-painter softly said, as he led his eyelights back on his colleague.
"I'm sure you would have," she softly said back to him.
°-°-°
Credits :
Ink by Comyet/Myebi, Dream and Nightmare by Jokublog, Killer by Rahafwabas, Dust by Ask_Dusttale, Horror by Sour Apple Studios,
Ariadne by @ariadnetravels, Doll and Holes by @corruptgrail (me),
Inktobertale prompt list by Comyet/Myebi, Threadverse by me,
Undertale by Toby Fox.
