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"Lancer, I wouldn't regale you with ancient calamities if there was no greater purpose to it—yes, yes, please," he hissed, to the Rudinn now, as he dropped the scroll into waiting limbs, "you know where this garbage belongs. Quickly." Your dad cleared his throats, in hoarse guttural stereo, and then his attention was back on you as the underling made like a tree out of your room. "Right. To that end, let's take a moment to review the basics." He leaned forward in the chair he'd drawn up to the side of your bed, hands clasped, elbows alighting on his thighs. "Son, blood of my blood, what is the tragedy of this tale?"
"Whoof. Big question."
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One night before the Lightners' arrival, the King of Spades runs his son through the paces of what needs doing. Lancer, in time, comes to his own conclusions.
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You swallow, with some difficulty; stop propping your shoulder against the jail bars and go back to holding them. "Ralsei," you say.
Your head's only half-turned from him, so you can see his attention shift fully back to you. "Yes, Kris?"
"When, we were—" You stop, inhale. Realize how chapped your lips are and lick them. "Before we left your kingdom. When you told me that my choices are important too, had you already... guessed? About what was going on with me?" Were you just saying that for them?
Did you think it was real fucking funny at the time?--
An interlude, looking back, wherein gaps are filled and more shadows are cast.
Or: Kris speaks for themself, and Ralsei tells another story.
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- Part 3 of the kids are (not) alright
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"Legend has it—funny to talk about it that way, but legends have to start somewhere, whether we're looking at the past month or millennium—gah! ANYhoo." Gerson leans forward, forearms and elbows pressed to countertop, good eye twinkling with conspiracy. "Legend has it that our spectre is... kind of the funny sort! Bustles around doing nice things while we've got our backs turned. Never anything big. You know. Picking up litter, tucking in bedsheets, bringing those sack lunches kids forget at home." He pauses, voice dropping to a cautious rasp. "Those lost socks? They can find 'em. Just ask the librarbian and definitely not me! Wahaha!"
... Well, you hear Chara say, call me biased, but it looks pretty well cinched from here. That sounds exactly like a monster.
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A year later, Frisk and Chara make another trek to the very end of the Ruins. They get sidetracked on the way home by rumors of a ghost.
Naturally, they investigate.
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"Frisk." "Frisk!" "Frisk."
Every time someone says it is, like... it's a bell, ringing low and sonorous between your ears, deep in your chest. In a good way. Chara would probably call this "resonance", if you asked them. You won't, but whether or not you've horribly misunderstood the term what it boils down to is that the name sings through you like it belongs. It makes you happy, and it was all an accident, and that's—it's sort of—that's a little bit terrifying, isn't it?
Only a little, though, Chara points out.
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A new friend facilitates a happy accident. Years later, he's told the truth.
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"Yeah!!! Like... listen." Susie lifts a hand to point a claw at Ralsei, almost sticking it up his nose. "The deal's this: me, grilling you. Good ol' fashioned Twenty Questions. Or... okay, I probably won't get up to twenty if we're gonna be real about this but." Her hand resettles on Ralsei's shoulder as she leans down. "After I ask something, you'll get the floor. Say as much as you want! No us tuning out, no cutting you off. How's that sound?"
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The $!$! Squad reunites!!! Shenanigans make it increasingly obvious that social graces aren't anyone's strong suit, though.
(Or: Ralsei says "fuck". Really.)
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- Part 2 of the kids are (not) alright
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An Ode (to that which goes thump in the night) by light_rises
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
21 Feb 2019
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It was striking you that a good chunk of your conversations kept rounding back to this, the differences between monsters and humans. Or, rather, Chara was the one who zoomed in on the differences. They never failed to, as if not mentioning the obvious was a disservice or would give them a poor mark on a test you weren't aware of.
Maybe it was a perk of being a boss monster, but you preferred to dwell on the ways you and Chara were the same. That interested you at least as much as the grody distinctions.
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There's a first time for everything, such as sharing a bed with your best friend. Along the way, Asriel learns something about himself (and maybe Chara does too).
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It was plain as Dark that what he really wanted was someone to talk to, and... it seemed silly, this kid hiding behind pretense, like he was embarrassed to admit that keeping vigil in his empty little slice of the realm got lonely sometimes. But you never bothered calling him out on it. There was no point, and it's not like you minded the company. Indulging him was as good as anything else you could be doing.
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After the fabled Lightners drop in then leave, Ralsei stops by Seam's shop. They both have tea and a normal conversation, until it's hardly normal at all.
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- Part 1 of the kids are (not) alright
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Three weeks pass before Chara's on the upswing of recovery, well enough that your mom feels more comfortable with taking a work-related daytrip she's been putting off. She leaves in the morning; the hours roll by quietly and now it's early afternoon, and you've all but forgotten whatever thing you'd prodded Chara about all that time ago when they slam a sheet of drawing paper on top of the picture book you're reading.
"There," they say, before you have a chance to get irritated. "This is the last place I lived before coming here."
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Chara and Asriel have a long conversation that was long in coming, though not in the way either of them expect.
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- Part 2 of burning days (as we make our way)
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"Well, I mean," you say, almost petulantly, because of course it would be dumb to back out now, "you said this was a story, right? If you have an ending in mind, of course I wanna know what it is."
Chara's breath hitches. Not like they're caught off-guard; it's the pause between stanzas, or the space between pages, like when you make them read your favorite picture books (because the cadence of their voice is the best, better than your mom's or dad's or anyone you know) and they're being super theatrical about the whole thing.
That impression doesn't vanish when Chara whispers, warm and hoarse, "It's not written yet. That's why it has to be a wish."
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Late one night, Chara and Asriel stay up to discuss wishes, among other things.
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- Part 3 of burning days (as we make our way)
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the beginning of something really eggscellent by light_rises for prpl_pen
Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
07 Oct 2017
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You upgrade the grunt to a groan. "Just... one question, before I take the 'pause' off of this fight neither of us apparently wants," you manage.
"Shoot! It can be more than one actually, I've got all day."
"Great." You almost start into it, but a thought knocks against the shape of what you were going to ask and sways you... elsewhere. You swallow, thinking, mouth snapping shut.
This is either going to be the best or absolute worst ploy you've ever pulled. Only one way to find out.
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alt title: "how to find a girlfriend in 30 easy steps (the 'steps' being 'total charges of petty theft')"
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On habits, and solidarity between people who aren't quite friends (but will be).
Or: Early on, Frisk makes an unannounced pitstop, and Chara connects the dots. Frisk ends up returning the favor.
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Asriel has an idea. For once, Chara is not game for it.
Something has to give here.
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- Part 1 of burning days (as we make our way)
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What Asriel wants: normalcy, or the tiniest semblance thereof.
What he (and they) need: to talk.
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The buttercup plan is in full swing, but it's not the end - yet.
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- Part 4 of burning days (as we make our way)
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M'up. What is it. There's sleepy cricks in your voice, even though you don't rest the way Frisk does and your voice is a construct you could mold to your liking. But you don't. And won't. You're too tired for that, right now.
Frisk waits a little longer. Then: Are you good to talk?
You don't laugh, somehow. The grin you cut against their thoughts is a little thin. Never, but I'm as ready as I've ever been.
Ha. Fair enough.
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Sometimes, kids say words and tell jokes. They're not always very good ones.
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Flowey, Frisk, a mountain, and the dubious promise of miracles.
Or: Flowey is tasked with acting like a good friend. Two years of practice hasn't made this much easier.
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The first time Jade wakes on Prospit, she's sleepwalking.
She reaches that liminal space mid-step, foot lifting, then going down, down - it's the slow fall that startles most people awake, back into their dark soft beds. This time something snaps (sssnap snap SNAP) and she
snaps,
in the other direction, through to sunlight and the edge of a staircase landing.
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A short tale* from The Appendices of the Learned: Fifth Edition (Appendix D, Part XIII).
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*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. -
Tripping Toward the Light by astrologicallyDubious (ruination_fangs), hitorisakurindou, light_rises, MadMegatax, Threeley
Fandoms: Homestuck
30 Nov 2014
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A fanadventure ft. dead people. (And the people who see them. You might catch a few of those, too.)
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as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon by light_rises for nocturnalKnight
Fandoms: Homestuck
24 Mar 2014
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You mother notices - as if she wouldn't - but the little rebellions settle in and simmer, remain there, keeping something akin to the peace. Which is the only reason you stay with that tack as long as you do, because it stifles. It pokes a lioness with a stick instead of the Winchester you suspect she deserves and that's not you.
But it's not just you under her roof and rule. And better a stick than nothing at all.
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"Ok, you've caught me, I'm as much a victim of unpreparedness. Should I move forward with putting together a pithy blog post to the tune of 'We suck at beach trips'?"
(Wherein two gods kick back and flirt inelegantly.)