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Genocide salt under dis here cut bc I’m a madwoman right now.
There are two very clearly points of “control” established in Undertale:
Player Action, and Non-Player Action.
Acts done through pressing buttons, and acts done without input.
When deciding who is “responsible” for genocide, you need to make a stance over which is done by Frisk and which is done by Chara.
If we wanna make the blunt statement that “Churro did the genocides”, that would establish that Player Action = Chara action... which, alongside not at all fitting with the dialogue at the end of genocide, would also require you to concede that Chara did EVERYTHING.
They did pacifist, they did TRUE pacifist, they ate the pie in front of goatdad and brought the snowman piece to the surface- they found the QUICHE. Because, under this interpretation the player IS Chara.
Which, honestly? Is a pretty interesting take as it would imply that Chara is undergoing the same process Flowey went through- helping everyone, SAVING everyone, but ultimately resetting because they weren’t satisfied.
But again, that is pretty clearly disproved by Chara’s genocide dialogue, and the fact that it would imply Frisk is the one doing things without input in genocide... which wouldn’t really make any sense at all.
So, no, I go with the opposite theory; Player Action is an action of Frisk’s (or, if you assert that the player is a character in the story, YOU- this leaves Frisk with absolutely zero character of their own though). In any case, YOU are the one that’s pressing buttons; anything done through YOUR input is your fault and yours alone. Ain’t got no one else to blame.
This, by extension, means that Non-Player Actions are actions of Chara. Which most people seem to accept, as they only come out in genocide- Frisk walking through Papyrus’s puzzles mid-dialogue, forcing you into a fight with Monster Kid, and killing Sans for you with the second strike.
And yeah, that’s all pretty bad; but they don’t start doing those things until YOU have established that purging the monster species is what you wanna do. Chara doesn’t do zilch until after you’ve killed their mother, outside of edgier narration.
And even then, throughout the ENTIRE ROUTE, all Chara does until the very end is speed things along. They skip puzzles that you wouldn’t have had any interest in doing anyway, they force you into fights that you would’ve started regardless, and they kill enemies you had full intentions of killing but couldn’t.
Now, personally, I make the assumption that Chara is just going with the flow that you’ve presented to them because they’re soulless and impressionable (like, if you spare ONE monster, they immediately cease this creepy shit), but even assuming this is what Chara wanted all along...
YOU’RE STILL THE ONE THAT GAVE THEM THE CHANCE.
No one was making you do anything, your keyboard is YOUR keyboard. You were not possessed by the imaginary ghost of the imaginary dead child to do the bad thing. You just DID IT, because you could. You could, so, you had to.
You are the one that covered the timeline with gasoline, despite MANY warnings over how much of a fire hazard it was. All Chara did was light the match.
So own up to the fact that YOU(/Frisk) did the terribad. Don’t go try using the dead kid with very little power throughout the whole route as a scapegoat for your crimes just because they made a scary face at the end of the game :/
* REALLY ?? ALL THIS TIME I’VE BEEN DRINKING APPLE-FLAVORED SHAMPOO THINKING IT WAS EDIBLE !!! OH WELL - NO USE IN GOING BACK IN TIME NOW !
It was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious about time-traveling, but clearly this Jevil wasn’t very right in the head. He bounced around her, occasionally rotating until he’s completely up-side down and staring at her from a different angle at every other point. She was examined closely by dark, empty-looking eyes and a pair of fingers moved underneath his chin to take on a thinking gesture.
* HMM. YES, YES, I SEE NOW, YOU DO TAKE WONDERFUL CARE OF YOURSELF, INDEED, INDEED... IF ONLY I HAD FUR THAT WONDERFUL - BUT ALAS, ALL I HAVE IS SKIN AND SILK !
He tugs softly on his clothes, only to burst out into laughter afterwards before shifting right-side up again.
* I AM THE JEVIL ! TELL, TELL ME, WHAT’S YOUR NAME ?? MOREOVER - WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME !?
His right ear twitches as red hues give a quick once over of the smaller. HUH. He’s seen many an odd folk -- she’s not even the weirdest. Not by a LONG shot. Still, Alastor has a strong penchant for wanting to know WHO and WHAT he’s interacting with.
Lids lower over red hues, the smile still painted on his lips but tight lipped and polite, instead of the large grin he normally wears. Alastor bends elegantly at his thin waist, one hand held behind his back, clutching his staff, while the other extends and INVASIVELY clasps the chin of the girl who now has the pleasure of his company. His gaze flickers to her ears and then to her tail and then back up to her face, still beaming.
❛ Rabbit demon? Or FOX demon? WHICH do you happen to be, sweetheart? ❜
@tendervoiced liked for a starter from ECLIPSA !!
Teal tresses shift as the queen tilts her head curiously at the young monster in front of her. Poor thing looked absolutely terrified! She had no reason to be, no no. Not when in her company, anyway. Most Mewmans follow that BARBARIC view of monsters ... But not Eclipsa. Never, never Eclipsa.
The petite woman bows her head forward to a floating tea pot, ceramic wings beating steadily to keep the porcelain aloft.
❛ -- Would you care for a warm cuppa, darling? Soothes the nerves wonderfully so. ❜
papyrus pauses in his trek through the snow. he’s headed back into town, a long day’s puzzle work done. there’s a sound carrying through the trees, one he doesn’t hear too often ( save for mettaton’s vocal contests he sometimes watches --- you know, the ones where he insults all the contestants and declares himself the winner ).
singing.
he follows the sound, stepping off the path until he spots the source.
he doesn’t mean to interrupt, just to listen. but his footsteps are heavy, and the snow crunches loudly beneath his boots, and it’s enough to bring attention to his presence.
He held her gently, not too close or tight, holding her arm and his tail slowly drapes along her back. Capper truly wanted her to believe him, as what he did say was true. He spoke softly to her, fearing as if a single wrong word could cause her to break.
“Yes, my flower. I will always protect you. I promise.”
Normally, Alastor isn’t one to abide by traditions like these. They’re silly. Stupid, even, in his eyes. But he can’t help but notice the look in Mina’s eyes once he notices that SHE sees the sprig that dangles above their heads. So full of wanting is her gaze and Alastor can’t help but to allow his brow to spring upwards, amusement overtaking his expression.
Surely, they’ve shared a kiss here and there – she likes them and why would he cease in continuing something that keeps her at his side? Her devotion to him is the ONE thing he finds the most admirable in her. … So it doesn’t take him long to decide his next move. To appease her. So she keeps appeasing HIM.
The demon lifts a hand with a flourish, cupping the fobbit’s chin delicately between his clawed fingers. A hum lilts in his throat as his lids lower.
❛ – Now now, there’s no need to look like that, my sweet bunny girl , ❜ Alastor coos as he begins to bend lower and lower until he meets her face to face. His smile grows wider, flashing those fangs impishly. His red hues flicker to her lips and then to Mina’s own eyes. Alastor then provides another pointed lift of his brows, implying all sorts of suggestions with the gesture.
His grip upon her maw grows a little tighter as he finally draws close. His lips then suddenly press upon Mina’s , hand sliding from her chin to cup her head from behind to keep her in place. His kiss is gentle at first, soft. But he presses forth harder, dipping Mina low as he deepens his buss. Alastor even parts his lips, allowing his tongue to sweep across her soft maw. He hums into her mouth, nipping GINGERLY at her lower lip as to not cause her to bleed. With a deep breath of air through his nostrils, the demon then straightens them, allowing Mina to stand up again. Alastor pulls away, grinning his fangs at her, clearly pleased with himself.
There. Hopefully that should keep her appeased for a bit.
The wendigo starts to stand straighter but pauses to place a soft, chaste kiss upon her forehead. His long fingers stroking the backside of her skull, still, as he comes back to his full height.
❛ Do not be afraid to ASK next time, eh? There’s a good girl … ❜
