So wait, all of the children fell without any injuries? No broken bones? No concussions? I call shenanigans.
And then several more children fell and it was the best time ever until the reader remembers that Tem!Frisk is writing this… :3
Basically Chara’s powers are the same as they used to be and Chara has to die to reset every time, None of the kids have enough Determination to take over that ability
Technically happening I guess. But it’s only gonna progress with asks, :3c The ending won’t be far away.
WHELP. We had always intended the kids to be ambiguous(minus Anna/Kindness) so that people could decide for themselves while reading the story what the kids are. That makes less restrictions if they related to a character ya know? :D
But I also realize it could be used against those who do decide what they think the kids are and get into fights about it. And I’m not okay with that. So here are the canon pronouns:
If Keith is a Real Southerner™ he would have sweet iced tea. All Southerners know that to be a real, true Southerner, sweet iced tea is a constant. And ??? where tf is it ??? nonexistent. just like Keith’s Southernership
something from i hear static! like i dunno something with ghost donnie and casey doin more of that thing they do 😜 thak uuuu friendo
hey friend, here’s something i hope will make your day, since you’ve been ill lately. <3
(this isn’t technically canon, but it could be? idk, have some dumb friends being dumb.)
Casey had been a hundred percent right about how agonizing
it was going to be, waiting for the plan to come into effect. Barely two days
in, and he was starting to really wonder if it was possible to grab time by the
collar and makeit go faster.
At the moment, that remained something he personally
couldn’t do. Cue him skulking around his apartment, nursing a frustrated and
He was stuck in the weird zone during the day where he was close to when he friends started waking
up, but not close enough he could call or drop by without cutting short their
sleep. His sister was at a friend’s apartment, his dad was at work for a few
more hours… usually this would be an ideal time to chill out and have the
television to himself, but at the moment he just felt squirrely and useless.
He stared at the digital numbers on the clock, set on top of
their VCR player.
Time. Move faster. For
the love of god.
Time didn’t comply.
Casey sighed, and put an arm over his eyes. Flopped across
the whole of their shitty old couch, even with the drone of mindless television
in the background, he couldn’t relax more than a little bit. Too much was happening
lately, but also not enough was happening.
It was a little hard to properly chill out, knowing one of
your closest buds was stuck between life and death 24/7 and another was looking
too close to that for comfort.
Maybe he should go find some Cheetos. Cheetos made
everything better, for however long the bag lasted.
Casey decided that would be a good plan, and rolled himself
off the couch and onto his feet.
A spine tingling shiver went up his spine; right to his
brain and through his skull.
Static started to cover up whatever the game show host had
been saying; garbling the words and whining through the speakers.
He slowly turned around.
Donnie’s blank eyed face stared at him from inside the
television screen, shorting out the picture and filling the whole TV with
Casey stared at his friend.
He gestured at Donnie’s disembodied self inside his electronics. “With the haunting
again? I thought you were over that stuff.”
Donnie didn’t answer, but the channel behind his head
changed. Jaunty jazz music started playing, but slowed down and warped in parts
so the saxophone sounded just plain creepy.
Casey rolled his eyes. “Oh ha ha ha, yeah real funny. I’m
getting some Cheetos. You better get out of that thing by the time I’m back,
because if you break my family’s television so help me.”
His friend’s image blurred on the screen, and for a moment Casey
swore Donnie was sticking his tongue out at him.
Casey rolled his eyes again, and went to find his processed
It figured that when he opened the cupboard, the bag
exploded in his face and sent orange dust everywhere.
The television channel changed a second time, playing a
laugh track loudly from the living room.
Casey wiped his face off with a grumble, rescued what Cheetos
were salvageable enough to put in a bowl, and returned to the living room.
“Donnie, whenever you’re corporeal again I’m gonna- oh no
you don’t- don’t do that, for fuck’s sake-” Casey sighed, and covered his
greasy feeling face. “Donnie. Come on. That’s just freaky looking and kind of
He peeked through his fingers.
Yep. Donnie was still hauling himself out of Casey’s
television The Ring style.
This is one of the best and dumbest things I’ve tried to draw so far…
(I forget who it was who said that Obi-wan probably wore a t-shirt with a pumpkin on it for Halloween, and even then only under great duress. Let’s just say that Anakin and Ahsoka had fun making this for him…)