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(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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dustless

Interrupt, talk over each other--incredibly loud and quite possibly overwhelming.

"So how about--" "--you go get some already!" Bratty's noticed his lack of plate, and possibly his more recent arrival. She's a bit less of a cloudcuckoolander than Catty tends to be.

"...How about you let him party how he wants to," Frisk suggests.

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boogerman

"Why now? It's not going to fly off, is it? Besides, it loses something when you've got no appetite." Sometimes he wonders what the craving for food is like, as a necessity and not a hobby.

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dustless

"So you can--" "--have a chance--" "to enjoy all of it!" Duh!

"Hey, look, it's Alphys," Frisk says abruptly. They start to suggest maybe Pitch can meet her, or something, just as a distraction for him, but then Catty and Bratty light up and squeal and head off to greet her.

"...okay. Um, yeah. You can try whatever you want, whenever."

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boogerman

"Maybe after all the human guests bugger off." And he won't be walked through in front of anyone, yeesh. "Catty and Bratty?"

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dustless

Shrug. They have no idea when that'll be.

"...Yeah?" They stare at him blankly. They're used to monsters having odd names, neither of those strike Frisk as worth thinking about.

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boogerman

"That says all I need to know about them. Rhyming names." It's painfully cute. Pain. Fully.

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dustless

Ohhh. "Yeah, they're probably dating."

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boogerman

"...So will almost everyone else in their lifetime and yet they don't change their names to rhyme."

~~Pitch please.~~

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dustless

Frisk shrugs. "They've just been Catty and Bratty since I met them. Maybe it was just weird luck an' they made friends that way, I dunno."

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boogerman

"If I could throw up, I might be doing so right now." Right, that. That was less bitchy and more of a joke.

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dustless

They try not to smirk and fail. "Pitch, you're--you're fifty thousand, not five."

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boogerman

"So? What are you trying to say? I lost all dignity and maturity when I came to this party and you wanted to decorate me."

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dustless

"Still think it woulda looked nice." Anyway, no need to get into a blep fight with the boogeyman. "Do you want to walk around and stuff?"

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boogerman

It's not really a fight when he threatens to rip or cut that tongue off instead of blepping back.

As normal people would.

What do normal people do at parties?

"What's there to see?"

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dustless

"There's the stage...but it's bright. All the food. The most popular monsters." Which is all of them, in Frisk's book. "Can always just walk around the room or the whole mansion, everybody's going everywhere."

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boogerman

It would be nice to meet a few friendly monsters. Is that worth being walked through by a stray human? He shrugs, figuring it might be after all.

"I'll take a walk, no reason not to."

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dustless

"Cool--"

The lights on the stage get brighter, enough that it makes them blink. Okay, maybe...not a walk through the main party room right now.

"--um, what rooms d'you like to haunt most? Or just like in houses?"

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boogerman

"Every room. There is no escape from me." Well, maybe not the bathroom. Blech. (He did wince at the light, yes.)

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dustless

That is overdramatic.

"D'you have a favorite place? We can visit Mettaton's whatever-it-is 'stead of being here." They reach for his hand in an attempt to lead him along.

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boogerman

But funny. A good sort of overdramatic.

"Libraries, any room with television, I don't know. I'd appreciate the stage more if it weren't flashing."

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dustless

Silly Boogeyman.

"You can't go to a party an' just watch TV." Come on, come on, weaving between tables and monsters that move out of the way obligingly. "But there is a library in here, I think! The stage is probably going to stay bright a lot, sorry."

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boogerman

"You don't appreciate television enough, it's a great invention." Heh. But they're probably right. If only he could get drunk easily and let the urge to dance out... "Let's just walk, shall we?"

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dustless

"I like TV! But I have my computer. And you don't go to parties to watch TV. You do it for 'atmosphere'."

Out the double doors, into the quieter and dimmer hallways beyond.

"This place is really big. Really, really big. We can walk a lot."

Oh, hey, look, it's Dogamy and Dogaressa again. They have their hoods up now, looking a bit like executioners patrolling with their axes, chattering with a wizard-like monster surrounded by glowing, floating orbs and chattering in unintelligible words.

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boogerman

Stepping into darker areas is like coming home, feeling welcome, comfortable... the shadows love him. He's a little more relaxed. Shame everyone else would rather dance in the light.

"You don't have to follow me if you'd rather stay in there. I won't get lost."