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lifenet2019-05-21 08:15 pm
achievementhunter) wrote in lifenet2019-05-21 08:15 pm
May 23rd || Oh God Kids Turn Your iStones Off
Content Warning: This post will contain discussions of death, physical harm, and self-hate from children. Other threads may also be tagged with their own warnings for self-harm, suicide, or abuse- these warnings will be communicated with thread participants prior to posting said content.
[It starts mid conversation, as an abrupt a beginning as the call itself. Even mid sentence, however, there’s amusement in the tone of the speaker, dry and caustic.]
...Think it’s quite funny, actually. Go ahead. Underestimate me.
You should try it, Partner. Adults are terribly gullible. You’re hardly responsible if they want to look like an ass.
[A pause. Then the reply comes; a different voice, equally young, but softer. Blunted at the edge by resignation and annoyance.]
Why? We just do whatever we want anyway. No matter what they say.
It’s funny, for one. [The other voice retorts, lightning fast.] Maybe you’ll even do something crazy, like…. smile.
I am smiling. Look.
[Another beat. It’s unclear whether the speaker is, in fact, smiling.]
...I can tell, [It’s unclear whether the speaker can, in fact, tell.] Besides, that’s hardly the worst thing adults do.
I know. [They let that hang for a moment, and then their tone shifts.] But it’s better sometimes. They don’t realize they’re in our way. So it’s easier to move them.
Unless they insist they aren’t going to be moved. [They mutter darkly.] You know who I mean, don’t you? The helpful ones.
[Their tone and pitch shifts into a high mockery of someone- or anyone at all.]
But I can help you, Chara! I know what you’re going through! Tell me about what happened to you, in intimate detail, so I may then pat my bum that I’ve taken care of you as best I can. Oh, Frisk dear, you just seem so quiet! I know that Chara must scare you badly- why would you ever let them stick around?
Stop.
[More forceful, this time, lined with hard disgust. There’s a shift in the audio, like nails scraping gently over metal.]
They’re all stupid. I don’t care if they think we’re useless. At least they won’t look at us that way.
What, you mean there’s no thousand year old magic barrier to break, this time? No future of humans and monsters? No angel? [Chara lets out a faux sigh of distress.] What a pity. And here I was, spiking your punch with bone hurting juice, just to ensure they had a head start on making our lives miserable.
I said I just did what I wanted. Breaking the barrier. And everything else, too. Even if monsters treated us differently, they still didn’t do anything.
[Frisk stops, and the scraping sound stops, too. Something else bleeds into their tone.]
Don’t worry. They won’t stop us.
They better not. [As Chara speaks, their voice begins to crackle. Heavier and heavier, until the words are indistinguishable from the white noise enveloping them.]
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[The feed cuts shortly after.]
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Coming to this island was an experience of having control ripped from them, over and over again. They didn’t have it when they arrived.
They don’t have it now.]
I- [A shambling start, voice brittle. Their hands, shaking, clench around the stones, muffling the conversations still issuing from them. Turn off the camera? Asriel questions. Okay...]
I have something to tell you. Before you learn it from- other sources.
[Before what he learns is....out of their control.]
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Of course.
[He glances around quickly. They're distant from both his home and theirs. There's no comfort or semblance of privacy to be gained here, out on the path near the bridge where anyone might pass by. He'd like to invite them home for a cup of tea, but even he can tell that this is no time for pleasantries. The stones are not stopping; anyone who wants to speak something on their own terms should do it now.
Still, he doesn't like to see them so brittle. And their back is towards the bridge, where someone might approach.]
Over here, perhaps. [He steps just a few paces off the path, into something of a clearing. Someone who passed by could still see them, he supposes, but at least they might be able to speak quietly and not be quite so public. Anyway, there's a rock here that's of a decent height for him to sit on, so that at least he isn't towering over them.]
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So why does it feel like they’d rather jump in the ocean than open their mouth?]
Do you- [A croak. Chara stops, inhaling sharply, and tries again. Looks at the ground, rather than staring him in the eyes.] Do you remember when Asriel and I baked you that pie?
We used buttercups instead of butter.
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[Of course he does. For a long time, it was the nearest he had come to death.
His memory of the illness itself is hazy in parts. He knows he tried not to let on to the children just how bad he felt, when they were in the room, and he knows it was mostly a vain effort. But he hadn't wanted them to feel bad over what was ultimately just a childish mistake. If anything, he made a mistake in eating it. A butterscotch pie without butter - of course it hadn't looked or tasted right. But Asgore wanted to encourage them. He had no way of knowing it wasn't just an ordinary baking mishap.
This obviously is not about the pie, or not just about the pie. But he still adds:]
It was just a mistake. Anybody might have done it. [Well, anyone at that age.]