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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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[dustless]

Frisk tactfully ignores the jump and just keeps talking. "How d'you not know, it's your house."

The rabbit gives a jolly wave. "Handing out Nice Creams, of course! Have one on the house! Because I can afford that now!" he says, sing-song, and holds out a couple (n)ice cream bars still in their packaging.

Monsters are weird.

Frisk takes one.

[boogerman]

"It shifts around. Some of the rooms don't have doorways. And what's the point in me measuring it?"

It's rude to talk around the rabbit, so of course he is. Until he's not. "Why here and not out at the party?" Whatever. He takes one, as it's good healing monster food...

[dustless]

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Not knowing the size of something that moves around. Sounds like the CORE.

The rabbit's ears twitch. "...I got lost," he answers, grinning but sheepish. "This place sure is confusing!"

[boogerman]

Aside, quickly trying to hold two conversations at once, "It's mostly for storage. I'm in trouble if I ever need to find half the things I've stolen." How much junk can someone snag over fifty thousand years?

To the rabbit: "We came from thataway." he says, pointing. So helpful.

[dustless]

They nod, looking thoughtful. Frisk feels like they've asked to visit before...but their mom probably wouldn't like that. Not without asking her first. And she might want to visit too...

The Nice Cream Guy nods, hoping to himself that they came from the main part of the party. "Thank you, sir!" He mimes tipping a hat (in a sincere, non-scum way) and heads 'thataway'.

[boogerman]

Pitch may refuse, honestly, not because he doesn't want them in... but because wandering in a pitch black weird cave-maze with no doorways to half the fun stuff doesn't seem fun for anyone but him. Geez.

"Rabbits." he says, once Nice Cream is gone, before he starts tasting his own.

[dustless]

Frisk's is bubblegum flavored, for some reason. They didn't know that kind was being sold. The wrapping on the inside of theirs has a message: 'You're super spiffy!' Pitch's says 'Are those claws natural?'

"...don't like 'em?"

[boogerman]

So's his. And he hates it. What the hell is 'bubblegum'? It's a pretty nasty modern flavor invention... he offers his to Frisk, before he starts wanting to gag.

He'll keep the wrapper though, it gave him a laugh.

"Considering he's the second one I've met, I can honestly say I hate half of them."

[dustless]

They take it with a raised eyebrow. It's one of their favorites. Pitch is weird.

"...there are a lot more around, actually. You'll probably be able to meet them here. Like the nice shopkeeper, she makes the best cinnamon bunnies."

[boogerman]

"Alright, I hate one of them and I hope he never finds out there are others."

[dustless]

"Why? Think he'll...rub off on th--?"

Frisk walks around a corner and walks straight into Asgore.

[boogerman]

"Probably." Sarcasm incoming. "His wonderful personality makes me seem like a teddy bear."

Hello, Goatdad! Let's see Frisk's reaction, because all he knows of you is that Toriel is... not quite fond, especially after the Gun Night.

[dustless]

And Frisk's reaction is--surprise. Just that, though, no underlying fear or anger. "Hi! Thought you were at the...main...party?"

"Howdy, Frisk!" He smiles at them both, eyes (one orange, one blue, unlike Toriel's deep red) lighting up. "And you must be Pitch Black. I'm helping prepare some entertainment for later tonight!" He unearths a box labelled FIREWORKS from beneath his massive cloak.

[boogerman]

"Just Pitch." he says, smirking at the fireworks. "Where are you going to be hiding those?" That sounds like fun, indoor fireworks.

[dustless]

"The roof!" Sorry, Pitch, even monsters aren't going to set off fireworks inside.

(Well. Not without asking first. Mettaton will probably try it some other time, once he tests out how flammable everything is.)

"This is the final box. I will be joining the party itself shortly, Frisk, don't worry."

[boogerman]

Too bad, he'd be laughing while others were shrieking... heh.

To Frisk: "Did you want to go back and wait?"

[dustless]

Asgore dips his head, careful not to knock Pitch's with his massive horns, and goes around towards the stairs.

"...To the main...the ballroom?" Frisk asks, glancing back.

[boogerman]

"Yes, why not? I need to wash that ice cream out of my mouth."

[dustless]

Frisk shrugs and finishes off the one he gave them. Still don't know his problem...

"Kay. Lots of night left," they say, starting to head back the way they came. "We can explore more later, if you want to."

[boogerman]

"I might, but... I could do that tomorrow night, see." Any night he wants! He's not the boogeyman for nothing!

[dustless]

"...Mettaton probably won't be happy if he sees you do that, you know."

Without either of them pausing to push open doors, getting back takes much less time than Frisk was expecting it to.

Ever-so-politely, they open the door for Pitch.

Rather less politely, a person--a kid from Frisk's school, actually--decides to race through at that exact moment, too.

[boogerman]

"I'm used to making people unhapp--eeee!" He'd been speaking to them, looking to them instead of where he was going, and so he doesn't duck out of the way at all, whoops. The cold painful shock is like a slap in the face, making his last word (happy) turn into a weird yelp. How dignified.

The area nearby darkens, his shadow deepens, all signs he's about to flee...

[dustless]

Frisk copies his yelp. Okay, that, that was not what they thought would happen at all when they were told people who can't see him can't touch him either--

--on some thoughtless instinct, they lunge to grab his wrist with both hands.

[boogerman]

He and they are lost in the darkness for a few moments as he decides where to go, then realizes somehow the kid was dragged in to... so he heads upwards, to the roof, then crossing over back into the real world...

He allows himself another moment to try and shake off the feeling. The horror.

"Don't do that, don't grab me." His voice is shaky.

[dustless]

They release him immediately, taking a step away and clasping their hands behind their back.

Frisk's worried. They've never heard his voice like that before.

"...sorry. Wasn't--didn't think about it."