more for the boogerman

[dustless]

 (Continued from here~)

Frisk hopes there's no fight. 

They want to be left alone, sure, but that's not the only thing they hope for. Even they can't just fix a--rivalry, a longstanding hatred, at least not when the opposing parties actually know each other. But they also hope they can...lessen it, at least a bit. So the Sandman doesn't try to outright kill--no, they're sorry, 'banish', with lots of beating and tarry blood--Pitch when they see each other every time.

(Of course, they don't know the whole story. But they can't imagine that would matter.)

The time ticks down in companionable silence. 

Frisk keeps their eyes on the sky--

--and they sit straight up when they first spot glimmering gold in the clouds.

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shut up I'm doing this again kay IT IS PITCH

[boogerman]

"Please. I'm not the devil and I don't write songs."

He doesn't even... play... he puts the bow to the strings and SCREEEEAK.

nerd

[dustless]

Frisk winces. Winces, not flinches. It's a difference in only the fact that hurt a lot more than startled them.

"Know you're gonna wake the neighbors up," they say through slightly gritted teeth.

[boogerman]

"You wanted me to play!" Tsk tsk, it's not working... he'll stop. "Nobody said a word about playing well."

[dustless]

"You have nice rhythm, thought you'd be able to actually do that good." Have some more blep.

[boogerman]

"I can't be good at everything."

Dancing will always, always be more attractive than playing the music, to him. Who would he play it for?

He tosses the violin and bow back into the cupboard, where they'll surely end back up on the floor of the music room. See, he was only borrowing them.

[dustless]

"Then maybe you can learn the stuff."

Pitch why. Frisk winces again and hopes neither of them broke on impact.

[boogerman]

Pitch, respecting people and their belongings since the dawn of time.

"I don't have the time, really."

[dustless]

"...no? You have time to be on the computer, though."

[boogerman]

"Yes, that's all the spare time I have, see."

Who really has time to do things they don't enjoy?

[dustless]

"You can freak people out with it more than just...making that weird noise, I think."

[boogerman]

"'That noise' coming from nowhere when you're home alone in the dark ought to be enough. But what would I know, I'm just the Boogeyman."

Sarcasm so thick you can chew it.

[dustless]

Siiigh, lifting their hands up in surrender. "You like music, thought you'd want to."

[boogerman]

"I like listening to music, yes, we've established this." He shrugs again, now leaning on the cupboard door. "Tired yet?"

[dustless]

"Making your own feels pretty cool, too," they inform him.

Hmm. "...Not...only a little." They'd slept a lot of the afternoon away. You don't need to stay if you don't want to, they almost say, but of course he already knows that.

"Might want to try soon, I guess."

[boogerman]

"Then I'd better buzz off, I'm not sure when your mother will be back either."

Probably best she doesn't walk in to see the Boogeyman again... ever, let alone keeping her kid up till midnight.

[dustless]

Frisk tilts their head. They don't get what their mother has to do with this? She doesn't like it when they stay up late on weekends, but she's allowed it as long as it doesn't mess with their health.

"Okay. Thank you for helping me talk to the Sandman."