#thehorrorinnkeeper

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@insansity

Where was this, exactly?

One minute she’d been cleaning the rooms upstairs and the next.. she’d taken a tumble down the stairs. Of course she’d braced herself for landing - but instead of hitting the bottom of the staircase she’d felt a wave of nausea and landed (though still rather hard on her knees) in someone’s living room.

Her nose twitched a mile a minute, ears straight up and turning this way and that in attempts to get her bearings to no avail. This was somewhere new. She was still clutching her raggedy feather duster to her chest.

“... Ah-” she uttered, the sounding coming out more like a squeak than anything else. 

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@theimpietyscientist

There was that door again... No. This one was different. It was black metal, sleek and foreboding, and left a strange feeling in the back of her throat. She raised a mutated hand to knock... but paused, ears laying back slightly, wondering if this was a good idea or not. Maybe... she shouldn't?

You can't make good friends if you're not brave! Her mother's voice rang in her head. It'd been ages since she'd given her that advice... and while the rules of her world had changed, maybe this was one of the ones that hadn't?  

With a deep breath, she straightened herself slightly and held the basket she carried with her to the dump in one hand... and knocked with the other.

[spaghettiappletater]

✌~

✌ for a tip from me on how your muse could keep my muses friendship. - [ACCEPTING]

     HS thinks Bonnie is cute. This could be a good thing or a bad thing, considering his odd habits. She also has the advantage of being a monster native to his timeline, which results in an extra dose of disinclination to cause her any real harm. She does set off his some predatory urges, however, which makes it difficult for him to think of her as much more than something amusing to toy with from time to time.

     Bonnie, try not to show as much fear. Healthy respect is one thing, but he’d come to respect you a lot more as a person if you faced him with a little more confidence.

[thehorrorinnkeeper-blog]

Starter call!

Start call!

I guess, um, leave a note if you’re okay with getting a starter from a crazy rabbit that needs friends really really badly?

However, Bonnie’s pretty restricted to her own dimension (she’s still just wrapping her mind around the whole multiple-existences thing), but if you’re okay with dimension-breaking travel or just want a video chat kind of RP?

She’s been going to random chat room sites looking for friends. ;>>

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@bluehoodiied

A message would pop up on Tater’s UnderNET.

You could come to my Inn if you’re not feeling well... Just, don’t go to my dimension’s Hotland, okay? It’s, um.... it’s bad.

Bonnie paused, wondering how this ‘UnderNET’ connected her to ther dimensions... or, who knows... maybe she was just imaging the whole thing.

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@redactedfont

Here she was in Waterfall again. Perhaps it was because the place seemed the least... ‘touched’ by what was happening in the rest of the Underground. And there was that grey door again, with a feeling of unease, sadness, and deep-seeded loneliness that felt all too familiar.

She came prepared this time, even though she hadn’t seen the door in months. A knitted scarf with vibrant but not overpowering colors - somewhat dull and frayed due to years of being knit, undone, and reknit. They were her favorite colors. A watermelon pink, orange, light yellow like dandelions, a green like the inside of a healthy tree branch, and a blue that reminded her of what the sea on the surface might look like.

Bonnie carefully folded the scarf neatly and set it in front of the door. Her other gifts had vanished, so someone must have been picking them up, right? Another get well card, as well as an aged pamphlet on Snowdin Inn she dug out from her father’s old desk.

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Bonnie spent hours in the glow of the screen, motherly warnings of not getting too close to the computer long forgotten. There were... so many others. At first she didn't expect to find anyone on this... 'Undernet'. But there were millions. Monsters AND humans alike. How was this... possible...?

Had she been in the tunnels for so long that the rest of Monster-kind had been freed... without her? No... she heard the voices outside, saw the shadows move in warped shapes behind the barred-up windows. There were others... right? A fast pounding in her chest was all she could hear now, along with quick, paniced breaths.

More hours spent trying to figure things out. Occasionally the screen would warp, sending her reeling into panic. Was it going to go out again? No... please, no! Even if this was all in her imagination... even if she was crazy... thinking up voices, seeing shadows... if she was all alone. Please, just let her... have... this... These times brought tears to the young snow rabbits eyes, and drew whimpers from her throat.

Other dimensions? She wracked her brain trying to figure it out. It seemed like she could only see a few... an insignificant spec in a sea of words, memories, and lives spanning over timeliness and existances... but it was everything to her. If something like other dimensions was real... she could hope that this nightmare the residents of Snowdin now lived in could end, or at least get better... or at least... someone could come and visit? Maybe stay a night?

Or forever.

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@thehorrificpapyrus

He’d been being watched all day. The snow bunny, somewhat familiar, seemed... lost in the snowy town she once called home. So much had changed in just over a decade... including Papyrus. For some reason, she found his changing more disturbing... though she had yet to see Sans. Seeing that monster with a hole in his skull would probably do the little rabbit a fright.

Bonnie watched Papyrus from behind trees, houses, from around corners and the like. Though on more than one occasion he’d look up and she’d be gone. Finally, once he seemed like he wasn’t so busy with his puzzles and errands around town - the rest of the residents always startling her - she approached him.

“Um... you are... Papyrus, right?” She asked, as if unsure if the towering monster was really the cheerful, super-hero-esque being her childhood mind had made him out to be.

Her hands were always behind her back. Not because she was hiding anything though it could easily be mistaken as such in times like these, but because she was rather self-conscious of how mutated they’d become.