hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dead Ringers

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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

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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i. In all my spite.

[Heya. Have you been busy?

"Frisk" has.

They don't bother to look around them. Head high, pace sure- it's with determined steps that they ring around the edges of the city, barely dipping their toes into the tunnels that lay beyond, and meeting the beasts that await them there with nary a smile. Nary an anything, at that.

Probably help if they, uh, laughed. Or, y'know, emoted at all?

But it's just not their thing.

And whilst their clothes may be increasingly bloody, as their wide circle begins to turn inwards, to the city streets and the buildings they know, they've got miles and miles to go, before they've reached what they want.

100% fail rate.]

ii. I'll turn it off.

Move.

[It's a blank, cold voice, one that's uttered without greeting. Hadriel has alleyways. Many, many alleyways. Even when the...haha, when the 'sun' is out, there's always somewhere in this city that's dark. Sheltered. Enclosed.

And rather narrow.

So really, that just makes it the perfect place to replay some of your favorite horror tropes, such as wandering down a dark corridor. A sudden voice. And a bloody, listless child standing behind you where a child wasn't before, knife in hand.

You heard them, right?

Move.

Because they won't be asking again.]

iii. Just turn it off

[Whatever the heck you want my dudes surprise me.]

[It's funny, because he knows this Frisk.

He remembers timelines of LV 14. Sometimes even a little higher than that, high enough that he started to get his hopes up that he'd found a kindred spirit, the only person in the world who could possibly be as empty as he is - Chara, right?

But those timelines... that hope never lasted. Eventually, they wavered, and his certainty faltered too. Those were the timelines, more often than not, where they cut Asgore down themself. Where he could be certain they would finish him off instead of sparing him, because he KNEW they had it in them! Kill or be killed. Kill or be killed.

There's a strange weight in his empty chest as he stands there, taking in the Worn Dagger in their hand - no, it's a knife, just a random knife - and the dust on their clothes - no, that's blood, it's the thing that spills from humans instead.]

...Who have you found before me?

[Whose blood is that? An... animals bleed too, right? A human? Frisk? Or did they try to repeat what they did to Chara during that awful, awful event, try to... no, he shouldn't - he shouldn't jump to conclusions. He jumps to conclusions so quickly.]

Where's Frisk?

[It's funny, because they're so very close to knowing him too. It's an A for effort, kind of thing; at least they made up their mind. At least they know what they're doing. Give up, and do it all wrong, because at least then the disappointment can't get to you. At least you know to expect it.

Isn't it funny, Asriel? They were almost your best friend. Their head tilts slightly to the side- habit, not curiosity.]

Asking them to help you make a coloring book won't change the fact that you killed your sibling, you know.

[How could they? Why? Why did they have to make it kill or be killed? Why'd they have to take after him?

That's the other thing about LV 14, isn't it? Even when almost everyone is disappointed, there's always one person egging them on.]

[He recoils back like he's been slapped, because that's exactly how it feels. He's thought it to himself so, so many times. Over and over again, as he called out for them in a silent patch of golden flowers, in New Home's empty halls, in the wishing room at Waterfall.

You killed your sibling.

He blamed himself for what happened. But... ha ha, not anymore, right? Chara wasn't really the greatest person, after all, and he knows what he did was right!

It was "right" to keep bringing them flowers for days on end, huh? "Right" to hover over them like a vulture, waiting for them to die so he could snatch their SOUL away. "Right" to encourage them to keep suffering, keep suffering, keep forcing themself to die, because we'll be strong! We'll free everyone! "Right," too, to dash their hopes at the last second, pull their autonomy away without their consent, make them suffer a painful death all over again because suddenly the thing they had both wanted to do wasn't good enough for him.

Can't keep regretting the hard decisions your whole life, though! Ha ha, he's over it, like he's over everything else that plagued Flowey.]

...Frisk won't have to worry. I won't think of you as really them. I know you're just trying to hurt me.

[He knows, because that's exactly how he behaved. That's all Flowey did. Tried to make everyone else as miserable as he was, so they'd finally see how much it hurt.]

It won't work. You won't feel any better.

[They watch him react; the obvious displays of emotion that play out through his body language, the expressions on his face. It doesn't interest them at all. Isn't something they can (or are willing to) replicate. He's alone with his hubris; alone in whatever thoughts bolster or wound him. They're his problem. Not theirs.

Haha. Never should've been theirs. He knows better than that, doesn't he?]

Right. You'd rather think I'm Chara.

[No comment, on how they feel. Nothing to feel. Nothing to feel.You tried to access your feelings...

Nothing happened. It refused.]

If I'm not Chara, and I'm not the right Frisk- and I'm not Frisk at all.

What am I?

[Tell them, Asriel. Since he always has the right answer. Since he knows everything. The kind of person who lets you hold his paws and tells you it's going to be alright. Lets you wipe the slate clean, and start all over again.

So long as you're willing to be the kind of friend he always wanted. So long as you remember; don't kill. Don't be killed.

Dirty sibling killer.]

You're just another Flowey.

[Not really Frisk. Not really Asriel. Not really human, not really a monster. An other. One of the many Floweys out there. People you can discard, because it's easier to separate the goodness into its own entity than try to find good in something that's already bad.

It doesn't count. It doesn't count. Just forget all those things he did, and only remember these five minutes of wholesome tears. He'll forget the timelines where you picked FIGHT, only remember that you're the friend he wished for. Someone who could SAVE him, could make him feel again, could pat him on the back and tell him he was right all along.

It doesn't count, so he'll try his hardest to just laugh into the communicator and hold your hand and never ever think about the fact you killed Chara, you killed someone who only ever seems to be trapped enduring that sort of suffering for everyone else's good, the fact that you act like you care about them more than he does and yet you hurt them, you hurt them-

It doesn't count.]

Tell me where the real Frisk is. Tell me where my friend is.

You should make up your mind.

[A flat observation. Chara, Flowey- they really don't seem to be themself very often, do they? It's far easier, to project the image of another person on them. To expect what came from them to happen here. There's one thing he can't deny is different, no matter how hard he tries.

At least they aren't laughing. What they are, is taking a step forward. Raising their knife to chest level, staring him down. There is no laughter. There is no smile. No fun. They're just doing this because they can, you see.

And because they can, they have to.]

I am meeting Alphys. She's going to tell me very interesting things.

[What could she possibly have to say, Asriel?]

Don't.

[Said softly, pleadingly. It's a single-word command, but it sounds as feeble and halfhearted as "I don't like this." He never learned to speak out until he became Flowey, and then he just dove to another extreme. Spoke out so loud he was just shouting down everyone around him. He worries at his bottom lip. Prods it with his fangs.

He knows what a raised knife means, learned it after a few repetitions of losing control over the six souls he tried to force into obeying him. (Ha, he could force Chara into obeying him easily enough. How funny that total strangers wouldn't put up with it so easily.)

...He knows what a raised knife means, but he doesn't bite back. Don't kill, and don't be killed.]

She doesn't even know. It's... it's not her fault. You'll just make her sad if you hang her mistakes over her. You'll just make the real Frisk sad, too.

Selfish. [They retort. A single word for a single word. He's keeping secrets from them; like everyone else. Better not to trust them with these things; better not to tell the truth. Wouldn't it be terrible, if things were suddenly turned around? Wouldn't it be terrible, if Frisk had the chance to judge them all, for once?

Not that Frisk has the gumption for that. No. It's not really their problem.

(It is exactly their problem).]

I'm going to find out today. We'll never talk again.

That's your fault. You don't get to pretend you care if I'm sad, anymore.

[They told him.

It's been easy enough, to expect what is expected. Asriel is gone. Alphys is gone. Frisk has met with everyone they need to.

And "Frisk" waits for them, where they need to be. There's no gravitas to it, no parade. Two kids meet in an empty street, and when one recognizes the other, they stop moving. They look at them on their approach, and they bow their head.

Because they're so, so tired of staying determined. Because they're a joke. Because there's better "Frisk"s out there, who'll do a better job. Who, at the very least, had the gumption to make up their mind.

The hilt of "Frisk"s knife collides with the side of their face. They go down like paper.]

You don't have to FIGHT it anymore.

[The words are emotionless, and yet- the ACTions are rough. A boot colliding with their side, leaving them wheezing in pain. "Frisk"s head tilts, slightly- and they do it again. Again. Again.]

It's my turn now. There's no reason for you to exist.

[And it's almost funny, how a child can turn from a slightly grubby mess to a bloody one. How they can go from weakly trying to stand to barely catching their breath, how the sounds finally start escaping- a cry of pain here, a sob there. Life hurts. No one ever said death doesn't either.

Death? Death always hurts.]

No one needs you anymore. They never needed you.

But you knew that.

[And that's why

They won't FIGHT back.]

[It's been a long, long time since Chara felt rage like this.

The knowledge they now possess thanks to Alphys and Asriel's doubles. The fight they had with Sans that proved everything and nothing. The fact that they had to kill themselves for killing the real Asriel. Carved another path that went farther, went dark and darker and darker.

And this? When Chara finally finds their Partner, being harmed by their double? It's great. It's so great. It's fucking fantastic and they know kids shouldn't know that word but heck, the things adults say!

There's no way the double can pull off a "I'm the real Frisk" trick after Chara's heard those words. "No reason to exist." "No one needs you anymore."

This time they don't discard their feelings. Chara instead allows Rage to fuel them more and more as they walk closer. Their movements are like their own double's, but the cold fury in their eyes is unmistakable, along with the Real Knife gripped in their hand.

A red voice cuts through the noise.]

Get away from my Partner.

[Aberration.

"Frisk" looks up, but the momentum of their leg still finishes in one, heavy kick, leaving- Frisk, face first in the dirt, coughing on the taste of their own blood. Not going to be much response, from there. Not going to be much of anything at all.

They're safe in turning their back on them, from no FIGHT to FIGHT, but their expression is less than impressed. As close to irritation as they can be.]

Pretty sure they haven't given you their SOUL yet.

[Their own knife is rusted over with red. Almost childish, the way fingernails had scratched swirls across the surface. Trying to replicate the Knife gripped tight by Chara's fingers.]

Finders keepers.

Do I have to explain to everyone that it is a term of endearment?

[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.]

Didn't look like a term of endearment in that photo; right, Frisk?

[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?]

[The photo. Of course. Well that was another failure Chara can stack onto their sins. Someone said thirty was an excessive number once but they know better right?

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.

=) ]

[LV 20. AT 99. DF 99.

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.]

[Ha...ha.

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.]

[For the first time. The first time a long, long time, maybe ever -

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?

Edited 2017-01-18 06:40 (UTC)

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I fucking knew I lost this notif sorry my dude

;w;

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[Closed to Chara and Sans :)] cw: A violence

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ii much late very wow

it's all good my dude

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