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determinedest) wrote2016-02-01 10:14 pm
determinedest) wrote2016-02-01 10:14 pm
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You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.
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[It's sort of a joke, but sort of...not. Where one has weakness, the other has strengths. Where one falters, the other presses forward. Monsters beneath the surface did seem to come in pairs, didn't they? Sans ans Papyrus. Asgore and Toriel. Undyne and Alphys. Asriel and Flowey.
Chara and Frisk. Duality.
It's only when you decide there's no other way that no other way becomes possible.]
So maybe...maybe we both have stuff we need to work on.
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[They'd do a lot better if they tried to communicate a little more, perhaps. ...Not even a perhaps. Over and over, they kept reminding themselves that Determination vs. Determination wasn't a fun game at all. An unstoppable force and an immovable object, just... grinding each other down to nothing.]
...But I'm still not going to listen to you.
[Announced with a glance over at Frisk and a sharp grin. For once, it's more teasing than warning. ...Probably.]
We only starting having all this fun because I didn't listen to you telling me throwing ketchup was a bad idea, right?
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[Frisk has been wrong plenty of times before, and besides, if there's anything the last event taught them, it's that being complacent in one another's schemes rarely ends well.]
And now we're in a full-scale prank war.
[...then a thought occurs to them.]
How, um, how long before Sans usually gets us back?
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[There are sunrises and sunsets to mark the passage of time again here, but Chara has, admittedly, not been paying much attention. Time stopped for them a long time ago.]
He's pretty prompt, for a lazybones.
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[Frisk shoots Chara a dry look, if an amused one.]
And this time, I'm not gonna be the one to clean it up.
[Seriously, ketchup and them glasses of ice water and now feathers. Whatever Sans has planned next, Chara can help this time. They did start all this.]
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[Though it is tempting to pull something ridiculous. Insist that alas, they are but a lingering spirit, an insubstantial ghost who cannot pick up whatever nightmarish revenge Sans intends to dump on their room.
Still, they can at least admit that fair is fair. Never were one to shy away from getting their hands dirty!]
I'll handle whatever comes next. Since I'm so nice, and all.
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[Frisk shakes their head with a faint smile. Like the...b's. The 30,000 b's. Oh, Sans and his sense of humor.]
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[If it's another visual pun like the b's, they're gonna scream.]
Nonetheless! How refreshing to see you so eager to embrace consequences. Look at you, growing up so fast.
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[Is Chara technically twelve? They've never said. They just kind of looked approximately Frisk's age, and if Chara can't remember their birthday, well shoot Frisk will just have to pick a day out for them.]
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For someone who defines themselves by numbers, they threw time away very quickly. Age is irrelevant when you're not like other kids, Chara, so mature for your age, ready for the things grown-ups do. Why bother scrounging for an age, anyway, if you're only going to get "you're not a kid?"]
That... depends, I suppose? Does it count as getting older if you haven't actually aged?
["Technically a lot older than 12," Frisk tells them, and though they still don't really know how many years passed between their death and reincarnation, they accept it. They must be an adult by now, right? They've had so much practice acting like one.]
...You aren't going to age here, either. Dipper told me. Are you still going to turn thirteen if you're twelve on the outside?
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[If you add up all the time from previous timelines and put it all together, you get...a lot. A very lot.]
Do you remember your birthday, or anything?
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[Existing. Surviving for one more year, despite everything. They didn't really feel like achievements.
They had something better to celebrate, anyway. A calendar in New Home, a single date circled.]
My clock has already stopped, anyway. I won't really be thirteen no matter what world I'm in. I'm not even sure I actually did make it to twelve.
[They shrug.]
Why not tell me yours, instead?
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[They shrug. They never had much cause to celebrate it anyway.]
If you don't remember, then can I pick a day for you?
[Frisk seems positively delighted at the prospect. They could have the same birthday as Frisk - twins! - or the date the fell Underground, because that was like the first day they really felt like they were at Home, kind of? It's easier to shuffle aside all that talk of death with the prospect of a birthday.]
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[They echo, even if it's blatantly ridiculous to get on someone's case for not having an exact date when you've already buried your own birthdate utterly.
And they. They definitely don't wonder what month it is here, they definitely don't think maybe they should actually start keeping track of what day it is and how much time has passed. Because they have absolutely decided not to care about how much time they have left to figure out the exact date, because it does not even matter.]
I told you, there's nothing to celebrate. My time's ended. I'm never getting older.
[They announce it sharply and quickly, but... they know their partner, at least a little bit. They know what an endless fountain of sap they are capable of being. Power of friendship and anime, so on and so forth.]
...But I'm not going to be able to stop you from picking something, am I?
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[Besides, they can pick a date together. That's much more fun, isn't it?]
We can be twins like everyone keeps saying! Or, or you could pick the date you ended up Underground, like that's your actual birthday!
[It's too late. Frisk is in their element.]
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[They bury their face in their pillow, because this whole thing is just stupid and sappy and there is literally no point to the entire concept of birthdays. There's no point!]
Let's... let's be... twins. I guess.
[It's muffled by their pillow, and kind of mumbled. No point. But if they have the same day, then Chara can shove it all off onto Frisk, sort of... sort of duck behind their partner. Anyway, that's fair. Frisk already knows the date Chara fell, but Chara doesn't know when this uncertain date sometime in May, they think, even is. This way, they get to find out, at least.
Not. Not that they really want to know or care. Just to satisfy their curiosity, is all. Just a passing, unimportant whim.]
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[Chara you are going to have fun and enjoy that special day if Frisk has to force it out of you. Fun, darn it!]
Birthdays can be fun, you know. They're supposed to be!
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[Also mumbled, flatly, into a pillow.]
Unfortunately, I forgot to include the capacity for fun into my cunning design. It's impossible. Alas. Too bad.
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Liar.
[But they say it fondly, without any bite whatsoever.]
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...Even they can realize how childish they're being. They stop, they... they laugh a little, quietly, sort of to themselves.]
Just. Tell me when it's... our? When it's our birthday. Then I guess we'll just have to see how fun these birthday things can allegedly be.
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I'll mark it on the calendar.