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⁕ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲.

[diabolocracy]

because i can

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After a long period of silence accompanied by a stare more disapproving than one provided by a disappointed mother figure, Vink snorted at whomstever it was that he was staring at.

"Pray tell, what are you supposed to be? Because," of course he didn't wait for an answer, "Whatever it is, you've failed. You are nothing but an eyesore. I hate it. I hate you for subjecting me to..." He flung his hands out towards the current victim of his objectively poor superior taste. "To your existence. Just in general. Just, ugh! Thanks for ruining my day."

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

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There is a nonsensical door somewhere in Waterfall's many caverns.

If one were to ask any that happened to pass through that particular section of Waterfall on the regular, hey, was that door always there? - the answer would be an uncertain, "Well, if it's there, it has to have been," for what else would make sense? Doors don't just mysteriously appear in cave walls from nowhere over the course of a single night without notice.

They're deliberately made and installed by hand. They can't just grow.

But it's there, and it's strange. It isn't simply leaning against the rock, yet it has no hinges. The keyhole is sealed, but the door is unlocked--although as of yet no one has turned the knob the whole way to open the construct it is attached to. Knocking yields no results, but there is definitely a hollow space behind the indefinite grey material.

Is it wood? Is it iron? It seems to change properties on a whim.

Who knows what lays behind such a strange thing?

There's really only one way to answer that question.

[diabolocracy]

Doodle based on this song

[suneater-moonbiter]

Eradic barks out a quick laugh. "Unappetizing would be difficult. Maybe if you reached enlightenment and were at peace with yourself..." Some foods smelt awful but tasted good. If the other were truly devoid of emotion and (if he wanted to be sure) life, then and only then would he be unappetizing to both of them. But at that point, he'd be a corpse.

He did not, however, hate this Monster. So he'll try to prevent his early demise. Not that he'd say it out loud.

Getting out of the car and stumbling slightly, Eradic stretches out his arms. "Noted." He nodded, going over to a wall to lean on it and shift weight off his legs. "Go home, then. And if you'd like some advice on staying alive...

...Maybe take a bit of a shower. It's very easy to track your scent." He smirks slightly, looking off in the direction of his brother's rapidly approaching scent.

//ooc: probably last reply from me unless smth happens! tysm for the rp, this was fun uvu

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"Eugh, really? Damn… I don't think I'd make a very good monk. I like my whiskey way too fuckin' much," mumbled the rat. And those hoity-toity enlightenment types also tended to refrain from the tits and the ass… Truly a fate worse than death, if one were to ask him. (Fortunately, no one was asking him.)

Fuse shoved the door shut once Sir Chatty had gotten out of the car, taking a moment to watch the kid before coming to the conclusion that further assistance wasn't needed. He was about to say his fare-thee-wells when his grand scheme to cement himself within the realm of the inedible was utterly foiled.

He huffed and grumbled, "That's a lotta words to tell a guy he fuckin' stinks," before he turned to go on his merry way home. Or, rather, to a friend's first for a shower and a shag to cover his tracks. He quite liked not being trackable. "Try not to get yourself run over again, kid," were his final words, called just before rounding a corner out of sight.

// Same! And thank you, too. It was, indeed, fun♪

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"No, people just taste best." Eradic smiles, completely sarcastic. Yes, they were 'obligate people-eaters' in a way, but it was difficult to find another renewable source of fresh emotion and magic. The smile drops after a moment, and he rubs his face slightly, mumbling to himself.

"I do not know what aliens would have to do with spaceships... Aliens are just those that originate from a different planet, no?" He shakes his head slowly. They did, however, have airships. Did not go to space, no. But now he's wondering if he could rig one to do that and NOT cost him his entire fortune in parts.

"Ah, not important. Yes, the spell is complicated. One wrong stroke and we'd either get shredded across space, OR end up in a different time aged all wrong." He just needed to tweak one last equation and test again. It should be fine. He peeks out the window at the warehouse, and nodded.

Once they stopped, he turned to the door and...

....

Eradic turned to Fuse with a small scowl, unsure on how to open the door.

"I assume you do not want this ripped off." Translation: Help.

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The sarcasm may have been obvious, but the statement - to Fuse - felt entirely believable, given what he'd witnessed with regards to the pigs and that other kid. As such his only response was a rather uncertain, "Heh, right. Remind me to stay as unappetizing as my bony ass can manage around you'n your bro." Maybe he'd forego showers for a while, let all the grease and grime of the chop shop settle into every joint and crevice until he was sure they'd made it back to whatever world they came from… Much to the displeasure of family and friend alike.

Once he'd rolled the car into a park (but not a parking spot, some idiot would be by to grab it before the work day began, anyway) and cut the engine, he looked over his shoulder at Sir Chatty and gave a little snort of a laugh. Though, he stopped himself just-short of offering to school the kid on stereotypical aliens with a showing of Killer Klowns from Outer Space.

Would that be culturally insensitive? But also, that would be extending an invitation to some kids to visit his apartment. Their fucked up meal plans aside, the looks he'd get from the neighbors… Nah.

"Well shit, kid, good fucking luck with that," he said instead, not explicitly but otherwise agreeing that yeah the spaceship thing wasn't important. As he got out of the car he added, "Try not to make a mess of," only to stop short when he turned back to the car and saw the look the kid was giving him.

Oh right. The poor thing was technologically challenged. "… The car. You assume right." And lo', like some chauffeur, he side-stepped over to the passenger door and pulled it open. "Try to make sure your bro doesn't wreck this thing either, yeah?"

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Eradic sniffs a little, squinting at the skeleton. "You try working on a hungry stomach for a couple hundred years and see how happy you feel." He sasses back, tone light but not the most friendly. "Everyone's lucky I don't just gobble up their children. Their joy smells sweet." He mutters, though it sounded less like a threat and more like empty words and frusturation. He averted his gaze to his feet for a moment.

"...A what?" The devourer's eyes shot back up, and he blinks a few times, brows furrowed in a failed attempt to hide his clueless confusion. 'Space ship'? What is... a space ship? Trying to get a boat to fly would require unnecessary amounts of resources, much less getting it into space. Unless the meaning wasn't literal? "No, it's... it's a spell formula. Why would I use a space ship?"

Confusion aside, Eradic taps his chin. "Anywhere with no people. I need to calm my brother down and the smell of people won't help. Preferably somewhere far from you, too." He can't promise Decim won't just gobble up the closest mortal for 'one last bite'. He's not ungrateful, even if he doesn't like mortals.

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The ratty skel's brow-bone arched in chastised surprise before descending into a troubled look that he flicked up towards the rear view mirror. "The fuck, are you two obligate people-eaters or somethin'?" What a troublesome diet if so and damn was he surprised there'd seemingly been no incidents like the one back there prior to that eventful evening. Even if he didn't bring the injured one to her, maybe he should mention their existence to Shel to get her expert opinion on the matter.

Later.

For now, he turned another street corner. The drop-off point was just up ahead and as-belatedly-expected the kid didn't know what a spaceship was. "That's gotta be one hell of a complicated spell if you're still here," he commented idly. "And I just figured - well, y'know - you called you type of critters aliens, and aside from ass-probin', another alien cliché is fucking around in a spaceship." A pity there wasn't one. The things he'd do to get elbows-deep in an alien machine… The upgrades he could reverse-engineer for his bike…

"Anyway. Great. This," he nodded his head towards an empty warehouse lot that he was seconds away from pulling into, "Should work out for the both of us, so long as you're outta here before sunrise."

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Eradic decides to leave it be. Forget it, he'll learn what Karma is himself.

"We are. But I am different." He muttered, but says no more on the topic. The brothers were close, and he intends to keep it that way... but if he were to die, Decim would probably be okay on his own. He's better than him in terms of getting up and staying that way.

At the question of what he's been up to, Eradic grumbled to himself, looking out the windows for a quiet moment.

"You see what Decim does when I'm not supervising." He points behind him. "Take a guess."

"And joy. Such mercy, for me? I am endlessly thankful for your people's restraint." He dryly responds, hating the concept of cars more and more. They're only really good concepts on paper. In reality, they're awful, dangerous, and he doesn't know why anyone drives. Death machine, they are. DEATH. MACHINES. "Luckily for me I'm getting off this stupid world the second my brother stops making messes..." So he won't have to deal with dumb death machines and loud noises and smelly cities anymore. What a life.

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"You sure are more of a grumpy little shit," Fuse agreed. Readily, at that, as he returned that wandering hand back to the wheel. Though his tone was light and far from serious, the observation was one he thought accurate and hard to miss. If one were to ask him he'd say the eldritch abominations were like night and day, but no one had asked him, sooo…

He turned the next corner and again peeped the kiddo via the rear view mirror amidst the grumbling.

"… Yeah, good fuckin' point."

But since no one he knew had gone missing, he couldn't find it in himself to care beyond that surface level wondering. It also helped that he hadn't seen anything of the sort like what had happened - was probably still happening - back where he'd run into the two (half-literally) on the news. Not that he'd been paying attention to the news those days.

Sir Chatty's sarcasm got another snicker at said kid's expense. The rat held off on further commentary, at least until the statement that followed it. "So, what, do you have a spaceship or some shit like that?"

… On second thought, that was a stupid question. The kid hadn't known what a car was and also hadn't seemed to have been able to figure out how the door or windows worked. But it did spur him to consider the following, "Oh right, yeah, before I fucking forget, I feel like I should ask if there's somewhere I should drop you off before I - uh." Eh, no sugar coating the truth. "Ditch the car."

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•ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ ｓｐｏｔｌｉｇｈｔ• υи∂уиє

"Ha! Child's play!"

As both the head of the Royal Guard and the Royal Guardian, Undyne is quite the busy fish. While the Barrier is still in place, she lives - and works - in Old Home, known disparagingly by New Homers as 'the Ruins,' and its Orphanage. She minds both monster children and human children alike as she assists the Old Royal Couple with running the place.

She also teaches her charges self-defense, of course!

After the Barrier falls, the monster kids end up in the human's orphanage and foster system, and Undyne takes up work at a daycare. She also gets hitched to the pangolin who wooed her.

Associations Color: Blue Smell: Fresh fish Time of day: Noon Season: Summer Book: Choosing Childcare For Dummies Music: Twee-pop, in general Place: The daycare Substance: Water Plant: Pearly everlasting Animal: Rubin red peacock

f҈҉҈҉u҈҉҈҉n҈҉҈҉g҈҉҈҉y҈҉҈҉n҈҉҈҉e҈҉҈҉

"Your resistance is funny! Joining us is inevitable!"

The end result of magibio gone awry. Shel genetically engineered and grew a fungal prosthetic eye for her wife. She tested it in a laboratory for a year to make sure it stayed stable and wouldn't grow out of control, but the strict controls of a lab do not truly compare to the ever-fluctuating magic levels of a monster's body.

The prosthetic grew out of control, but also out of sight. It took Undyne over from the inside, and by the time external signs started to show it was much too late to save her. She is no longer in control of her body. She is merely a spectator, if she is even still in there, as the fungal infection's consciousness puppets her body... And every other body she manages to infect.

Associations Color: Red Smell: Sickly sweet rot and decay Time of day: Midnight Season: Autumn Book: Mycoproteins: The Rise of Fungal-Based Meat Alternatives Music: Playlist Place: Everywhere, everyone Substance: Fungal spores Plant: Hydnellum peckii Animal: Angler fish

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"Karma?" What did karma have to do with any of this? Was it a term referring to something other than the consequences of someone's actions here? Hm, perhaps he could look into this when he has the time and energy. The child looked genuinely curious for a split second, before cringing at the next several words.

"Ass- no! By the fangs, that's disgusting!" Eradic shudders at the thought, the image as vivid as a memory (and yes, unfortunately, it was). "And I will not die. Even if I had died, I... doubt Decim would do anything to you out of revenge." He murmured, looking slightly hurt before steeling his expression to his usual attempt at appearing serious and mature: glaring like the world was offensive for existing.

The question was turned on him, and the devourer scowled.

"....I am NOT stupid." He hissed, immediately finding personal offense in the words but clearly flustered by his mistake. "I was distracted. Sirens started blaring, and I... made a quick decision without consulting myself." Eradic grumbled, a quiet, rumbling growl overlaying his words.

"It is NOT my fault your world has chosen to create high-speed death machines for the sake of transportation! Why is this city so haphazardly built? Why can't everything be within walking distance! You would not need death machines if you were smart!" The devourer complains, folding his hands and whining (though he would not call it that) in the back seat. "This place is stupid!"

Ahh, the beauty of redirecting attention to something other than your embarassing self.

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"Yeah, karma," and though he repeated the word he didn't seem at all inclined to extrapolate upon whatever the fuck he meant by it.

'Sides, it wasn't long later before he was snickering up a storm at the poor kid's reaction to his crass commentary. "… Heh. Huh… Wait, really? From where I'm sittin' I thought you two were tight-knit." Another corner rounded, about four more blocks to go… He flicked his eyes up to the rear view mirror just in time to miss anything but that sour look on Sir Chatty's face and the scowl that followed it and preceded his little tirade.

Throughout which, Fuse again focused his eyelights back on the road - with exception for another brief glance away, over to a side mirror. The silver lining out of all this was that he was no longer being chased by cops. He wasn't gonna have to spend the night in a cell and face whatever the charge was for stealing some idiot's car.

The reverse-silver lining was… Eh… If he were a human he would've pissed his pants back there, maybe even had a heart attack given how absolutely fucking trash his diet was. Lucky him, he was a skeleton.

"First off, I didn't call you stupid," two could play the deflection game, though in his case it was more an attempt to dodge the accusation of having done so, "But I do gotta question why the fuck you thought the sirens were for you." In other words: what the hell have you two been up to?

"As for the rest, I don't fuckin' know! Ask the humans, they're the ones that built this place - though, if you think the shit on the roads up here are death machines, thank your lucky fucking stars you ended up here'n now and not before'n Underground. Up here there are standards, down there any fucker in New Home with the know-how could build and drive whatever they fuckin' wanted as long as it fit on the road, 'n there were some really annoying fucks that liked hoggin' the road." He took a hand off the wheel to gesture as he added, "If you got run over by one of their contraptions you wouldn't've stood a chance no matter how unkillable you think you are, kid."

[diabolocracy]

Yippee

[suneater-moonbiter]

Distracted was a weak way to say it, but sure. Distracted. Eradic avoids thinking about the mess he'd certainly have to go back and clean up, brushing the thought aside before it entered the forefront of his pounding skull.

He noticed the car stopping and was about to ask why they had when the other spoke up in response. Not wanting to look clueless, Eradic dismisses his question.

"Thanks for the heads up. I'll be sure only to eat your soul and leave your body for disposal." He dryly responds, looking out the window with feigned disinterest. He could tell the other smelled rather strongly, but compared to everything else it was honestly negligible. "Or should I wash and boil you like shellfish? Your marrow would make good soup, should my patience last long enough."

He's got no appetite. Everything hurts. He's pretty sure he's got several of his own teeth lodged into his body. Urgh.

"No." He shakes his head, "It's... complicated. We're not monsters nor human, more so... animals? Aliens? Both? Magical cures are purely snacks, physical treatments are sometimes effective." He didn't know enough about himself to put what he knew into an easy to understand explanation, but there are only two living specimens of his own kind. He'd sooner eat his own foot than experiment on his brother.

"I'd rather not put myself at the mercy of a mad scientist. I've met too many far too eager to vivisect me in the name of curiosity." He grumbles, frowning. "I'll be fine. There's no other option than to be fine, anyway." He needed to take care of Decim. He's not allowed to die, so the only option is to live.

"...I notice that the interior of this car does not smell of you. Care to explain why you were driving so wildly or shall we sit in awkward silence?" He hopes Decim is okay. He hasn't heard any urgent squeaks from his brother, just an excited howl outside of most creatures' range of hearing.

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Morbid though the conversation was, what the kid weighed in with got a bark of laughter from the rat. "I'm pretty fuckin' sure my karma's so far in the negatives that none of that shit would save ya." There was a pause between that and an uncertain, "If, uh, that'd even do anything." It wasn't quite a question. Did he really wanna know?

… Mostly not really, but he had been assistant to two Royal Scientists so the curiosity was unfortunately there. It was just a very fractional, woefully nagging, degree of curiosity.

He went back to staring up at the still-red light. "… Huh. Damn. Well… Thank fuck you aren't the ass-probin' type of aliens." They were just the people eatin' kind. Luckily the only cops he knew were ones he didn't care for, but damn was he glad he wasn't in the King's shoes 'cause that carnage was one hundred percent going to be pinned on monsters.

Which also wasn't great for him, being a monster and all, but whatever. It probably wouldn't be catastrophic.

"I doubt she'd try vivisectin' you but that's fuckin' fair, I guess. S'long as you don't go dyin' back there. I don't think I'd wanna try explaining that to your bro." When the light finally changed, they were once more on the move. The momentary stop had given him enough time to orientate himself with regards to location, so he knew where to go, now, to ditch the car.

Speaking of which… For a moment, he was awkwardly silent before saying, "That's because I'm borrowin' it, and not in a way the cops," or the vehicle's owner, "Agree with." But that also begged the (somewhat ranty) counter-question heralded by a, "My turn, kid. Why the fuck did you run into the road? However things are in your world aside, I'm sure it's glaringly obvious by now that that's a fucking stupid thing to do here. Or did you just not notice these darker strips of cement were made for these big hunks of metal that, I'm sure you know well now, fucking suck to get hit by?"

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Eradic rolls his eyes at the responses, looking out the window with his hands folded over his chest. Now that the driving wasn't all over the place, he no longer needed to cling to something.

"If I can hide an entire caravan in plain sight, I can hide a single car." He scoffs, mildly offended (and embarassed at rejection). "But do as you wish. The hassle is just so that you may live, I need no such help. I don't want to waste more magic on you anyway." He slightly waves a hand, turning his head away and taking a deep breath to push down the... emotions in his throat.

His eyes drag back and upwards to the ones in the mirror, staring back.

"Do you think a doctor could help? You've seen my brother. I am the same." He murmured, shuffling slightly. His insides feel bruised, and he has no doubt that trying to pull himself out of his shell would hurt horribly. He'd heal faster but... at what cost? Being a vulnerable pile of uncooked pasta?

"Forget it. I'm fine on my own, this isn't the first time I've gotten rammed with something, nor is this the worst." Eradic dismisses, though a small part of him did wish he had a doctor. That part's stupid though, and needs to shut up forever. "I'll get better eventually. It'd be faster if I ate something, but." He chuckles dryly, "I assume that being eaten is not within your best interests."

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"In plain sight, huh," he mumbled, squinting at the mirror and, by proxy, at the kid. Right, so, maybe he did misinterpret the offer, his mind having pictured something wildly less subtle. But could he really be blamed for not thinking at one hundred percent clarity?… That moment had passed, anyway. The rat snorted at Sir Chatty's dismissal. "Yeah? Then don't bother. I think your bro's got the fuckers distracted enough that we don't need to be that stealthy."

And as much as he'd like to entertain the potential staring contest in the mirror, Fuse had to return his attention to the road sooner rather than later. He didn't want to run into another poor idiot or, worse yet, dint the car.

Or… Dint the car more. It probably had a kid-sized dent in its bumper now that he was thinking about it…

Red light. He rolled the car to a stop to wait. All the better to pay attention to the conversation at hand. By the end of listening to the kid he couldn't help but pull a face at the notion of being eaten. "Yeah, no, you assume right. And I'd taste fucking terrible, too! No skin. All bones. Lotsa grease. I haven't showered today, and it's been a hell of a day. You'd end up six feet under instead, or you'd at the very fuckin' least come down with some incurable disease." Ah, gallows humor, his former expertise. So much so that he wasn't sure that counted.

"You'n your bro still count as monsters, right? Don't curatives still work for - whatever the fuck you are?" He shifted his eyelights down from impatiently staring at the light to glancing at the time displayed on the dash. "… Y'know, on second thought, it might be a bad idea. The chick I have in mind would tear me a new one for wakin' her up this damn late. And she'd prolly wanna fuckin' study you under a microscope. You sure you're fine on your own, kid?"

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"That's not- ugh!" Eradic grunted, clinging onto the seat to avoid being thrown around the car. "I'm not telling you to stop, I- whatever!"

Forming metal nails to replace his fingers, the golden-eyed devourer swiftly scratched a circle filled with intricate symbols into the seat. A warm, barely visible golden glow surrounded the car for a moment, vanishing. Eradic then clings onto the car door, getting mildly sick from the driving.

He put a protection spell on the car. Decim plays rough, and frankly, he's not confident that his brother wouldn't toss around any cars in his playing.

Back to the current situation at hand...

"...If you get somewhere enclosed- or at least narrow, I can seal the place off. Have them never find you." He tells the other, voice calm despite the rising nausea. The other's distress, panic, alarm, combined with the distant smell of pain and suffering made it very difficult to focus- but Eradic has been through worse. He's just hoping Decim knows when to stop... losing half the population for a midnight snack would greatly interfere with their plans.

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"Easy fuckin' mistake to make," he grumbled. Only after he turned a left did he take a moment to look up to readjust the rear view mirror in time to watch the kid fuck up the upholstery. Luckily, this wasn't his car. Still, "And don't go clawing the shit out of every--" --is what he began to say, but the brief and subtle pulse of magic got him ending that in an, "Oh." Not that he knew what it was, but the car didn't explode or come to a sudden stop. So really, he didn't care too much. As long as the actual hardware didn't get damaged…

Then it was eyelights back to the road and a turn to the right; half-way down that stretch of the next block over he let up on the gas just enough to obey the speed limit. While he suspected any available cops in the area would be zoning in on the disastrous traffic stop gone wrong gone pork buffet, there was always that one guy on the force with an extraneously long stick up their ass. Maybe they got eaten already, maybe they didn't. Better not take chances.

Since all the mayhem was no longer within view, and he hadn't vehicularly manslaughtered a kid, Fuse had begun to regain his wits. Somewhat. Enough so to consider the kid's suggestion without misinterpreting it this time.

… Maybe.

"Kid, it sounds like whatever you're thinking of doin' would make it very clear that someone's hidin' there. 'Sides, the sooner we ditch this car the better. They know the fuckin' plate number, and this baby's got places to be even if we fuckin' don't. Though, uh…" The rat flicked his eyes up to the rear view mirror again. "About that. Do you need a doctor? That wasn't exactly a fuckin' love tap you got."