hadriel_logs | 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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[Well, shucks. This doesn't look like the kind of person who'll play along for very long at all. One of those typical surface humans, probably. Guess that means he'd better not drag the saccharine act out for too long, huh?]

Golly, you don't know how we play in the underground? It's easy as pie! Don't worry, I'll show you.

See, where I come from, we play using these little white... "friendliness pellets." Little bits of magic stemming from the very fabric of our being! The best way to become friends with each other is to share these pellets, by collecting up as many as you can.

[Wow, this child seems overly saccharine. Too saccharine. It's just a child, so AM just assumes that he's just incredibly naïve. He's just lost in his useless imagination, playing pretend and driveling on about "magic".

But AM has little need to entertain the whims of a child, unless his parent is around. Fine. He'll play along as best he can. Blend in and all, right? Not that he can get his face to contort into anything that even resembles sympathy or happiness at the moment. Nothing other than mere annoyance.]

Fine. Show me these pellets.

Boy! I thought you'd never ask!

[The smile on his face is exactly the sort of childish delight you'd expect from someone who's just been asked what updog is. He summons a ring of friendliness pellets around AM, letting the little oblong shapes spin in place for a moment.]

Ready? Here goes! Collect as many as you can, okay?

[It's practiced and effortless, the way he sends the circle of bullets closing in. He's done this countless times before, after all. What's it matter if the target's a little different than usual this time around?]

[AM has to admit he's incredibly surprised when large white pellets seem to come from nowhere and surround him. He doesn't try to grab them, actually... He's still trying to figure out how they got there. With only human eyes, he can't see the small intricacies of everything, can't view things on a microscopic scale, so it does look like magic. (Not that he believes in such silly things.)

The moment they move toward him, though, whatever instinct he possesses in this body is called forth before he can even think. He jumps back - or at least tries to - only to find himself tripping backwards as the pellets seemingly pummel him.

The pain comes up in a series of quick flashes, assaulting his nervous system. Instinctively he puts up a hand to try and block some of them, but it doesn't do much good.

Unbeknownst to him at the moment, he does have a body that's not entirely human, therefore it's a bit more durable than the average human... So he doesn't die. He's injured, though, covered in bruises and several open wounds.

One thing is for sure, though. He's pissed.

Getting up, though, is a challenge. It has been an ongoing challenge ever since he came here in this body, but now he's quite injured, so he's very shaky as he presses his hands to the ground and musters his strength to pull himself. It's not very successful.

He does shoot the goat child a horrendous glare, though, and he shouts in pure fury.]

What did you just do?!

[Asriel just bursts out laughing. Loud, triumphant, gleeful laughter, the kind that came so easily when he just acknowledged that he was completely empty. The hee-hee-hee of Flowey at his most vicious, the urah-hah-hah of a megalomaniacal god.

And why wouldn't he laugh? This is a wonderful novelty! And novelty is the only thing he cares about anymore. Too disillusioned with sets of predictable answers, with conversations so wrote they feel scripted, with pretending that he can still care about people who just feel like paper cutouts, strange creatures that he can't relate to at all.]

Boy, I can't believe you fell for that! What a SUCKER! You dodge like a drunken elephant in a wind tunnel!

[He sweeps his paws, summoning a wave of more friendliness pellets. If this rube can't recognize magic bullets when he sees them, then that just makes his job even easier.]

Here, maybe you'd like a second try to figure it out!

[And he sends that wave out, cackling all the while.]

[That laughter... that sick, horrible laughter. If AM ever had a doubt that children were just as awful as adults, that doubt has been completely crushed. This thing may not be human, but it acts human. It's human enough, and AM hates humans. Hates them with every fiber of his being. They are violent, horrible creatures... And now he could die at the hands of one.

He's enraged when the child mocks him, but he is also horrified. He's going to die. This child is going to kill him. Barely in this body for just a few days, he is going to die.

AM cannot get off the ground in time, so he does his best to avoid the next wave of bullets. At first he tries crawling, but then he ends up rolling to the side, missing a few of them. However, he's still pelted by many of them. They pierce through his body like bullets and he gasps with pain as blood trickles out of his wounds.

Pain is horrible. Humans don't like pain. AM tortured his victims constantly with pain and never felt it, and now he's on the receiving end, subject to his body being ravaged by bullets. He looks up at the child, hoping to find some shred of mercy within him.]

Stop...

[Pitiful! Absolutely pitiful! It's hilarious, watching a full-grown man crawl around like a worm! He's big enough to have been one of the villagers who beat Asriel and Chara down on the surface, but he's absolutely helpless against this Asriel! Isn't that delicious?]

You IDIOT.

There's only one rule in this world. Kill, or BE killed! There's no reason for me to stop. There's only the god of this world, and his playthings. If you don't have power and the ruthlessness to USE it, then you deserve to be crushed underfoot!

[He summons another fanning wave of bullets, lets them spin menacingly in the air for a moment. Just long enough to savour that look of utter helplessness on this moron's face.]

DIE.

[He fires.]

[This is a joke. This is a cruel, sick joke. AM cannot use this body effectively, otherwise he would pummel this pathetic goat child to the ground. But through some sort of sadistic witchcraft, his body is helplessly beaten.

He can't die. He can't. He can't face the nothingness of death. He has to exist. He can't comprehend not existing. He can't even comprehend this body he's in, or how he got here, or why.

So many thoughts flash through his mind at a rapid pace, but it all boils down to fear. Fear of the unknown. He can't even be angry because he knows he is about to die and none of it makes any sense! But all he can do is await those bullets. And they come, assaulting his body, stabbing into vital organs. It's even more painful than it was the first time, but it's all cut short when they go through his skull. Darkness. Nothingness.]

Event Log: Dead Ringers

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