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[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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[boogerman]

What a long message. Good thing they sent it--he does shamefully lose track of time easily. One hour of distraction becomes two becomes four becomes an entire day and he may have missed it!

He arrives at the directed area, the side gardens, waiting around for a good ten minutes before he mentally slaps himself and just goes to enter. The right way, not the natural sneaky way. Frisk may still be surprised.

[dustless]

The gardens have monsters in them despite the cold. Or maybe because of the cold, since some of them look like they're made of snow and ice themselves.



Snowdrake's yellow eyes wander past Pitch for a moment before sharply re-focusing. He's in the way and he takes a step off the path with a grumble. "Teens are supposed to be fashionably late, but they're supposed to be fashionably late at the same time!"

Past the teenager apparently waiting for his friend, the path is a bit winding until he finds the door, at which Pitch will encounter...security.

[boogerman]

Guard-dogs. Isn't that precious? Somebody likes puns, probably the dogs themselves.

He eyes the Frosty teen back, reminded of unpleasant things for a moment, and then approaches the dogs, wondering if he'll be turned away. There's about a fifty-fifty chance of that, isn't there? Either he will be or won't be... he can sneak in if he is.

[dustless]

"You smell strange," says Dogamy.

Not human, not monster, adds Dogaressa.

Neither sound particularly angry about that, at least.

"Who are you?"

And who invited you?

[boogerman]

"Pitch Black, invited by Frisk and Toriel." Important names to all the monsters, he knows. And if things go sour... he knows there are good shadows below his feet, he can flee in an instant.

[dustless]

Important indeed--both light up.

Ah, yes! They mentioned you before.

"But Frisk thinks you have no smell."

Dogaressa barks a laugh. Pity human noses are so weak...

"You smell like the woods in the dark."

Neither of them can see him well, less for what he is than what they are. Few dogs are known for their keen eyesight, after all.

They take a step apart, lifting their axes. Pitch may pass.

[boogerman]

Woods in the dark, ashes of fires gone dark, cold winter nights and warm summer ones both... that's the magic part of it all.

(The other part is alien, not human, not of this world.)

"Well, I can't smell myself that well either. Not a dog." He says that and then he's passing, relieved. For a moment.

[dustless]

The dogs re-converge, shaking their heads, and start discussing the importance of scent. (Pitch might be reminded of a certain Tooth Fairy from their tones as he wanders out of earshot.)

The hallways beyond are lit bizarrely, thin lines of pink on the walls just a few inches up from the hardwood floors. Those same walls are plastered with images of robots, apparently, most of them signed.

He'll stumble over more monsters here and there, just a few. One is a green dragon quietly muttering apologies to his wife into a cell phone. Another is a thing filled with water and a bird, muttering irritably cleaning up something that had spilled. There's even a human teenager running around, a little bit of panic following her--this place is huge and she's lost. But only a bit. She knows she'll find her way back, she's not at all the first to get lost here.

Music and voices drift from afar. A lot of it.

The entire mansion gives off an aura of walking onstage just before the curtains are drawn.

[boogerman]

Ah, the variety in these monsters, like spirits used to be. All nonsensical shapes, some frightening and some simply weird, like the thing with a duck in. He wonders if they were born out of human imagination like spirits--that's a question to save for some other time, how monsters are born.

The amount of light inside is making him squint a bit. Maybe he should have tried bringing sunglasses, everything is getting blurry. Bugger. Still, that won't stop him from following the sounds of music!

[dustless]

The room he'll eventually find his way to is relatively dark. It was obviously a 'standard' grand ballroom at some point, but now there's a genuine, massive stage taking over a whole wall. That's where most of the light and the music's coming from.

There's not many people on it, though. There's a ghost wearing headphones DJing, and a nervous fish monster peering around the room from the edge of the curtains.

Tables with all kinds of food are dotted around the floor. It's packed with monsters.

Frisk thinks most of the Underground's here.

Pitch will be able to find them easily, since they're in a space without many monsters--only one, in fact, and they're another kid.



This event's not particularly formal, but Toriel gave them the choice over whether to dress that way anyway or not. And they decided: yes. They're tired of just dressing well when there's an incredibly dull human-monster meeting to attend to, even if said meetings were important.

All of their current formality is offset by the fact they're in a sort of push-fight with the armless monster kid. Their head is pressed up against Frisk's chest; Frisk is trying very hard not to fall over while simultaneously not grabbing anything for support. They're doing well, other than their clothes getting rumpled and their crown slipping askew.

Kids are weird.

[boogerman]

What a weird scene. He's slowly made his way in, distracted by everything. All the fantastic variety! When has there ever been a spirit gathering like this monster one?

Perhaps monsters are the future, not spirits.

He snaps himself out of his musing, spotting Frisk and sauntering on over without doing a tour of the room first. Food's not going anywhere, if he feels like it.

Before the two kiddies notice him, he starts to clap. Loudly. Hahaha.

[dustless]

That brings the apparent game to an abrupt end, Frisk losing as their shoes finally slip. Congratulations, Pitch, there's a pile of children at your feet.

Frisk looks a bit irritated for a heatbeat before realizing who did it; then they're waving. "You're here!"

The other kid just looks confused. "...Dude?"

[boogerman]

"That was the slowest fight I've seen. Good work." says the gigantic jerk, not helping either child up.

Not even the one without arms.

"You invited me?"

[dustless]

"It's not a fight--"

"Who cares?!" The monster kid gets up on their own. Somehow. "They won't let me at the cakes!"

"You don't need any yet, my--the Queen said so." Frisk sits up and plants their hand over the other kid's mouth and looks up.

"Yeah, but I didn't know if you'd...want to."

[boogerman]

"Why aren't you allowed cake?" Is it because the poor kid has no arms and can't feed himself??

Life is tough. Pitch is an ass.

"I was... curious."

[dustless]

"Because dessert's later," Frisk answers, and is promptly shoved back down again.

Oh so tough, in the middle of a party filled with people relaxing together.

"'Bout monsters?" they ask from lying on the floor.

"Of course, we're the coolest things on Earth!"

[boogerman]

"I'd only seen a handful of you so far." And now he's seen... well, he assumes almost all of them. "And I had no idea there were so many different sorts hiding away in this little town until this year. My fault, not paying attention."

[dustless]

The kid races a circle around him, possibly thwacking some of his weird robe thing. Definitely a lizard tail. "Dude, yeah! I haven't seen so many of us since The Exit!"

Frisk finally stands up, too, glancing around at the nearest monsters. There's a black blob with a single eye hanging out in the shadow of the cake table; a floating thing that looks like a fox head nearly the size of their torso--and only the head, wearing nothing but sunglasses; a massive wolf in leather pants; an alligator and cat duo giggling together; a disgruntled-looking beast that looks like a brown horse at the head, a muscular man for his arms and torso, and then a mermaid's tail ending in another massive eye.

"Everyone's excited. Couldn't set up any parties last time, nothing this big."

[boogerman]

The black blob in shadow absolutely catches his eye--maybe he'll actually talk to that one later. It's been ages since he's seen a fellow shadowlover.

"I'd say this would be huge for a human party, too."

[dustless]

Oddly, the cat and gator seem the most interested in him. Though they're not moving from their place in front of the brownies yet.

The children glance at each other, as if trying to confirm that statement with each other despite not knowing better.

"I haven't been to a party like this ever! Not at a celeb's house!" the monster kid bursts out with.

[boogerman]

Neither has he. If this were a normal party, a human one, he'd be forced to hide under a table to avoid being walked through, unseen and ignored, just causing chills to go up spines as guests went for a snack.

This is better.

"I can't say I have either, not this century."

[dustless]

If he end up doing that for whatever reason, he won't be alone there, either.

"...What was the last one like?" Frisk knows little about old-timey parties.

In their distraction, the monster kid starts sneaking towards the table piled high with cakes.

[boogerman]

Pitch's eyes flick to the left, with a quick flash of amusement and teeth at No-Arms sneaking off like that. How's he going to take a slice--Boogeyman here really wants to find out.

"More frills, more dresses, slower music. A full band with violins and such instead of electric guitars and recorded music. Otherwise... still a lot of people enjoying themselves. They were just normal people."

[dustless]

The cake's already sliced into pieces, so all the kid needs to do is tuck a horn under one and flip it into a waiting mouth. It's not hard for them at all.

Frisk notices and sighs irritably. "...Okay, one."

Anyway. Back to Pitch. "I woulda thought they were boring. That's what I hear about people in the past, back when they wore frills. 'Stuffy'."

[boogerman]

Nice, monster kid, nice. Frisk, the most responsible one here--you can have all the cake you want, Pitch will not lift a finger.

"They didn't think they were boring. I don't think they're any more boring than the average idiot nowadays."