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Entry tags:
- !event,
- adam parrish,
- ahsoka tano,
- alphys,
- am,
- andrea quill,
- armitage hux,
- asriel dreemurr,
- beth washington,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- cashmere,
- castiel,
- chara,
- connor walsh,
- curufin,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- firo prochainezo,
- frisk,
- glacius,
- hanako nurumi,
- hannah washington,
- henry percy,
- izabel,
- jade ellsworth,
- jill valentine,
- johnny storm,
- kain highwind,
- kate galloway,
- kylo ren,
- leliana,
- maketh tua,
- matt,
- matt murdock,
- natasha romanoff,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pharah,
- rey,
- richie gecko,
- ronan lynch,
- rydia,
- sans,
- sato,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sharon da silva,
- turing webber,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- warrick chopper,
- will graham
Event Log: Dead Ringers
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words
Everything seems normal on the morning of the 16th - actually, everything seems normal about the city for the entirety of this event. Nothing is strange, nothing is obviously wrong. Well, except that the population has mysteriously doubled, and the new residents each look exactly like one of the old residents. So weird! Definitely not ominous at all.
At least until your new double gets down to business. After all, their only goal is to ruin your life, and that can take any form. Smashing your favorite coffee cup? Telling your worst enemy they're right? Kissing someone else in front of your girlfriend? Brutally murdering you and then hiding your body in a closet so they can more effectively destroy your life? The possibilities are truly endless, and the only way to protect yourself is to kill your double first. They're not really open to negotiation, after all - but they sure might pretend to be in order to trick you.
So watch your back, and try to make sure that really is your best friend and not an evil clone masquerading as them. Boy, that would be awkward. If you can stick it out until January 25th, good for you! But if you didn't manage to and your double survives until the end - well, just as a final 'fuck you', there's a chance you'll come back to life and remember every awful thing your double did. Hey, at least that'll make it easier to fix, right?► This log covers January 16th-January 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If your evil clone happens to take you out, please let us know here, and remember that you will not revive until the event is over.
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[It is childish, but they're both children in the end. However, after their experience with Sans's double, Chara was not going to be stupid about this.
* Check
Frisk ATK ? DEF ?
LV. 14. Six more miles to go.
They keep walking towards them.]
Shame. You look like a loser to me. Now move or I will make you move.
[And as one who once swiped at empty air in an effort to FIGHT, "Frisk" should know as well as Chara that they are not joking around.]
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[But fine. If this is the game they want to play, then "Frisk" is happy to play it.
Haha. That's a lie. They aren't much of anything. They'll play anyway, because they can. And because they can, they have to.]
But okay.
[They move.
Rapidly and immediately, body ducking down low as they swing their knife forwards, aiming to slash Chara's stomach to ribbons. As one who once swiped at empty air in an effort to FIGHT, they should be ready for this, right?]
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Chara's sins were uncountable.
"Frisk" takes the first attack and Chara dodges to the side, a foot sweeping forward to kick at them as hard as they can. They know their own Partner's attacks quite well but relying on patterns nearly got them killed when dealing with Sans.
Not again. Even if the kick doesn't hit, Chara will be on top of them, swinging the Knife and all of it's 99 attack down at the double. Again and again.
Chara will not give them an inch. There's no MERCY here. Just the sick smile they wore on their face as usual.
=) ]
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They don't have a chance of winning. Not even close.
But they've got more than the monsters ever had; human on human. A little more AT, a little more DF. A smattering of HP. The hits are fast and hard, wittling them down in a series of numbers that they can practically see behind their eyelids. 72. 62. 52. 42.
They are going to lose. It's just a matter of time. They might be good at dodging but, haha. Chara's great at ATTACK. So they roll with that- let Chara's blade sink into their arm, just for the change to sweep The Demon That Comes off-balance, off their feet. Doesn't wait to see which.
The moment Chara takes "Frisk"s foot to the back of their knees, the "child" is moving. Running towards it's real target, knife held out and ready to take the final blow.]
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Real good of them, isn't it? To let their Partner deal with it. Sharing is caring, Sans told them.
None of this was supposed to happen.]
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Sans gets there just in time.
Two Frisks, a kid with a Knife, and it ain't so hard to put together the shattered pieces of what's about to happen. A child streaking for another child, and one of them is little more than a bloodied smear on the ground, their skin stained purple with bruises, and of course - of course - they're just gonna stand there and take it.
It's always better for them to die. They're the one that can handle it, right?
No more, said Sans.
It ends with me, said Sans.
Might not be the best guy to end it, and he knows he ain't, but maybe no one is dying today and this time, this time he can decide and it will matter and it will stick if he decides - that it ends with him.
"Frisk" runs toward its real target, and Sans materializes just a few feet away, rank with sweat and trembling with the effort, but he don't hesitate. One hand flies out, his left eyesocket flaring with a strain of amber, just for a second, and the their SOUL goes blue as they're slammed solidly into the ground.]
No.
[The word rasps out unevenly, and he's shaking harder than is healthy for a guy like him, at the real end of his rope. But he keeps going.]
No.
[It has to be the sweat running off his skull, the fatigue sapped into his bones, the crushing pressure of exerting far too much magic over far too short a time, that causes him to snap the words out he says next:]
You get the hell away from my kid.
You get away from both of 'em. Y'hear me?
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Screams. And for all the sound is jarring, that's not what Frisk pays attention too. Not the creature that thrashes on the ground, rakes it's nails across the pavement to get at them. It's hard to breathe, harder still to move, and yet they do.
They do, just to
Curl a hand round his ankle.]
Stop. [ A rasp.
Just stop.
You look so tired.]
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It attempts, because it can. And because it can, it has to.]
If I have to die, so does everyone else!
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It goes for their Partner, for Frisk and Chara's not fast enough to get there. They only had managed to get back to their feet when It is slammed into the ground by blue magic. Words. Sans's voice, sounding angry and they didn't have the time or energy to figure out if it was the real one or not and if things were about to go from bad to worse. Rocks fall and everyone dies! Well, they'd get to join everybody else then!
They do hear Frisk. The real one. Perhaps it was just because Chara was used to Frisk being quiet or it was just something stupid and symbolic. "Stop." Stop what? Give that thing MERCY? No. Never. Chara possessed love and LOVE for their Partner but that was one thing they would not oblige with.
Where is...there. Chara can see It, the culmination of what they both were at LV 14. Six miles to go. Chara could remember the reason for that Reset. Or the any other times they Reset. Took everything back to zero because they could.
Has to.
"If I have to die, so does everyone else!"
Well, if you insist.
=)
Chara moves faster than they ever have before, ignoring their injuries to barrel right into Frisk's double. For a moment, it looks like a hug. It is one. They're taking a page out of Sans's book here. And with the double's SOUL blue....
Everyone should know how this was going to end.
The Real Knife flashes as Chara brings it down, all 99 ATK right onto the double's chest. Drag it down, tear it out and do it again. And again. And again. And again.
They're not stopping. Not even if it's clear that the double is long dead.
* You called for help...
* And so the demon came.]
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Punctual, someone once thought. Not him. He don't get that luxury. He doesn't release the thing as it screams and it screams, and the red-soaked words boil in his ossicles.
Chara's faster than he is. He ain't slept in days, ain't had a break in days, and his reaction time is suffering for it.
He don't wanna reach out and grab 'em. He can't. But Frisk is trembling on the ground with a hand curled around his ankle and that knife rises above Chara's head before it flares down in a scarlet arc. And another. And another.
And another.]
Kid -
[And another.
And another.]
Chara.
[One hand goes to Frisk's shoulder. He's here. He's here, he's on time, he's here, but Chara's on the brink of losing - losing a hell of a lot more, he thinks, than whatever control they have over the situation. They're smiling, and he can see them, see that they're shaking, and he knows with absolute clarity that he's talking to the right kid.
His kid.
His...
That's a dangerous line of thought. He's too tired to amputate it where it stands. He inches forward with one hand out, and his voice thins. Close enough to reach out and put one hand to their shoulder.
Gentle.
Careful.]
Chara. Hey.
It's okay.
It's...
[It's not okay. Frisk is a wreck, a bloodied mess, and Chara's...no better. They're stained beet red with the hot blood of Frisk's doppelganger, and he can't look at 'em, can't look at the way they're all...splayed with their limbs at awkward angles so he doesn't look at 'em, he looks at Chara and he thinks, somewhere, in the part of his mind that's always devoted to terrible, terrible jokes -
Third time's the charm.]
You can stop.
It's okay.
You can stop.
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Curses, like rosters, come home to nest. Karma always catches up to you. And hurting their Partner like this was the worst thing someone could.
Hahaha....that fake Sans is probably laughing, wherever he is. Their armor was full of holes and cracks.
"Kind of like Frisk." says a morbid thought and they don't bother turning it off as they continue to stab the corpse. Chara isn't counting how many times they've done this now. It feels like forever but that's probably because they walked down the path they did. Just replaced dust for blood and Monsters for a human. Genocide being inflicted onto one body.
Someone - Sans - says it's okay. Says they can stop. Calling for Chara and is it Chara or "Chara" he wants? It wasn't like their own double taunted them about that - not to the extent that they did with Sans - but that there was only one thing that could come of them being here. That lovely blight on the world.
A hand on their shoulder and the blade slices into the double's body one last time. They don't take it out again but Chara doesn't let go either. Doesn't look at either of them. Keeps staring at the double of their Partner.
"You'd think everyone's learned by now, what happens to the people you claim to love."
* You un-equip the Real Knife.
And they just...sort of slump.]
...if you are the fake Sans then do whatever you plan on doing. If not, please take Frisk away from here.
[That's all.]
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No.
Watching yourself be held in a tight grip, hugged against the chest of someone who once shared your mind, body and SOUL, as they plunged a knife into your chest over and over-- it's not supposed to be pretty. It's not supposed to feel good. It doesn't make you happy and it doesn't make you feel loved, or safe.
It's horrifying. It's horrifying. Didn't Asriel ever tell you, Chara? Didn't you hear about kill or be killed, that it's not the right way after all?
Of course
Frisk would actually have to believe that, to think it. Instead, they watch that blade come down, and down, and down, and though their body cringes at each sickening thud as the hilt slams into their chest, they don't bother to look away. Let their fingers tighten on Sans' ankle, flinching outright when something (someone, and they're sorry, they didn't mean to, they're sorry) touches their shoulder.
It disappears after a moment, just after Sans starts talking. Trying to calm Chara down. Trying to tell them it's okay. They can stop. It's okay. It's really
Not. Frisk doesn't think, no matter how much they'd like to, that this is a moment in time where either of them should be saying they, or it, or anything, is okay.
Getting up is torture. If it wasn't for Sans right next to them, they wouldn't manage it; even with a jacket to grip tightly, it's a struggle. It's a momentous struggle, with pained breaths that they don't want to take, a shake in knees that threaten to buckle, but that's the thing about kids like them, right? They're, uh, determined. Too determined to be on their feet, using Sans as their source of balance as they grip their way across his arm, drag their body into following the line of his ulna.
They don't know what to say. They don't know how- if, ever, Chara wants to be touched, or wants to see them, or wants to let anyone near, ever again, but they push their way in as Frisk does, intrudes on their life and their death (their death, this time. Not funny) until they've got one arm around Chara's shoulder and the other gripped tight and tangled in Sans' sleeve, their own- corpse, trapped between them all.
No one is letting go.
Please, don't let go.]
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[He's met the other guy by now - knows how he stands, how he talks, how every word, once he shows his true colors, curls out like a sneer. And Sans - he just sounds tired. He sounds tired, and he feels like shit, but however bad he feels, he knows it's gotta be nothing compared to how Frisk must feel. How Chara's feeling.
They haul themself to their feet slowly, and he lets them. He's not...heh, not in the greatest condition at the moment, but it's all right, it's okay. He's tired. That's the only real great thing about 1 HP. You never have to deal with dragging an injured body around and haul it behind you like dead weight.
Heh. "Dead."
Frisk's fingers curl into his jacket. He does his best. He's shaking as he stands there, feeling just about as tapped out as is possible, but he gets one arm around their back, like that might keep them upright a little longer.
Keeps one hand on Chara's shoulder.
And he doesn't move.]
We're all who we're supposed to be.
[They're all who they're supposed to be.
Despite everything.]
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Does this say something about them? Sans's double had said they didn't have it in them to kill his real, but they had enough to easily kill their Partner? LV 14 clearly couldn't hold up to LV 20 with maxed stats, but that wasn't the problem here. The problem was with Chara. They could have grabbed Frisk and ran as fast as they could.
But...ahhaha. They're Chara. They will always FIGHT.
Doomed from the start. * Your LOVE---
They flinch, almost as if their brain finally caught up to the fact that they were being touched. Chara's eyes widen and it almost looks like they're going to be sick in a second.
But it's not because they're being touched.
It's not because of the body of their Partner before them, even though Chara knows logically that the one that they treasure is still alive.
It's because---]
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"Greetings. I am Chara."
And we all now know where that ends. Just like everything else did, once upon a time.
* You called for help.
"I don't have time to deal with you Chara."
* You called for help.
"I'm sure your parents love you Chara."
* You called for help.
"Don't act like a spoiled child Chara."
* You called for help.
"You know what happens to children who misbehave, Chara."
* Please, someone help me!
....
* Everyone was there.
* But nobody came.
"But you know better than anyone, how to help yourself, don't you "Chara"?"
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done!
Chara wraps their arms around themselves, curling smaller and smaller as if that'll save them from all of this.
Don't cry.
You're a big kid, so don't cry.
....well, we're beyond that point, aren't we? Hot tears slide down their face as Chara works to not scream, even if the sound escapes either as a red voice with no impact.]
Despite everything...this still hurts.
[And they finally give into it and just scream.]
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FIGHT. Don't FIGHT. Try. Don't try. No matter the decisions they make, they continue to be themself, and therein lies the problem. Look at what they've done.
There's a noise, soft and quiet, something that repeats itself as Frisk shifts, takes Chara's hand. Works to collect the other off the hilt of a knife; soft, so soft, as they untangle white knuckled fingers and give Chara something they can take with them as they shrink in on themself, something alive, something that continues beating if they squeeze hard enough, harder still.
They take Chara's hands and let their- the other Frisk's body crumple down like wet paper. They died.
Sorry. They're sorry. But good riddance.
And for...not the first time, but close enough to it, Chara can't be their strength. They aren't the voice in their head, warm and witty and cold and oh so very angry anymore, they're just a kid. They're both just kids.
That never mattered, before. A little too late for it to matter now, isn't it?
And Frisk- haha. Well, Frisk would like to think that maybe, they could be the stronger of the two, now and again. The one who picks Chara back up when they fall down, who looks past the blood and the pain to make a joke, to talk about coloring books, and cooking, and number games, until they can both curl up on a bed and breathe, sleep it off. Let the pain slide away like water from a duck's back; staying determined, someone might call it. Just staying determined.
Frisk can't be the one to hold them both up right now. And so... so even if he's exhausted, even if he's been let down yet again, because they couldn't do what they were told, didn't think it could be this bad, Frisk leans on Sans. They lean on him, and try to keep every sharp, agonizing breath shallow and quiet, and mumble and hum a platitude of nonsense as Chara screams and they do their best to keep Chara from hitting the ground completely.
And a little, tiny piece of them pretends this could've been better, if everything was the same, but they didn't exist.]
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Yeah. It still hurts. Of course it still hurts. With a kid who ain't a kid anymore bleeding out into the rocks, and a pair of 'em who've been through more than he even wants to hazard in terms of guesswork, and all he can do - all he can do - is say that it ends with him. It ends with him here, and he'll stop looking back at what might have and what did, and look into what will.
Foresight. Stop thinking about the way things were.]
I gotcha, kid.
[The words are soft, murmured, quiet, a murmured litany for the both of them, the both of them.]
I gotcha. I gotcha. It's okay. I got-
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There's nothing but d u s t.
There's just so much of it.
And the pieces of him wick away into nothing as the rasp of words drag out from a lack of an esophagus - words that have not and never will be formed.]
:)
[And with a coarse squelch of bone that sounds - wrong, all wrong considering the dryness and emptiness of dust and bone, he rips the bones free.
He grins with undeniable, savage triumph as now, inevitably, satisfyingly - a number increases. And bones fold to dust.
Perhaps that's the very best thing about it. The most gratifying thing. The way he tries to stretch the seconds out, the way he reaches for the kids, both of them, with something approaching desperation, the way he tries to say something, something doubtless profound and meaningful - and yet, fails to do so before he crumbles, dissolves, and fades.
He dies just as he always lived.
Without any of it meaning a single thing.]
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Frisk is alive and - well not unharmed, but they're alive. Sans is here and warm despite being made of bone.
Someone finally came. It's...that's the important thing here. After everything that happened, killing themselves and Frisk and Asriel and everything, there is a moment to rest.
There is a moment of peace.
There is ---]
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Dust.]
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So bone grinding through bone produced did not produce a different result than a blade slicing through ribs. Just the sound was different.
It falls on them like snow, Sans's final words dying in the air, on Chara's ears and on Frisk's to be replaced by...
....by
By his own.
Sans was the only monster who could take them to LV 20.
Oh god no.
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Done
Chara doesn't have it in them to grab the Real Knife again as they turn their head to look at Sans's double. Things were blurring once again, falling again and looks like jumping from the second floor of a building really did a number on them anyway.
Can't be fixed by a Hot Dog.
Can't be fixed.
And Chara looks downright horrified.
...Frisk. They move, trying to get in front of their Partner as a form of protection. It's useless. He's LV 20 and Chara doesn't have it in them to try again.
They still try to meet his eyes but all it's doing is making their expression much more clearer.
* You try to speak...
* Nothing happens.
* You're just scared.]
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cw manipulation and suicidal implications
cw for suicidal ideation
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