...Ridley. [Not a bad name. Just nowhere near as cool as his. 'Cause he's got a big ego. His shoulders slacken now that he knows she's not a threat. He starts climbing down the desk to get a better look.]
[Frisk just. Runs and jumps off the shelf. No need to worry about just being shoved to the floor, they know they can hit the bed, and so they do. Bump-thump.]
[Once Asriel gets down there, Ridley's fished out a random bread tie and is batting it around over the hardwood floor. She won't care about him unless he either moves quickly or walks up right to her.]
[Ridley half-jumps and zooms a short distance before crouching, eyes wide as dinner plates staring at Asriel as though instead he said, "Boo!" Her tail swishes the floor as he approaches her again, settling a bit once she realizes he's there. She sniffs him a little, jerking her head back if he made any sudden movements. She grows used to him and keeps sniffing him...]
[Meh, large goat toy isn't that tasty, Ridley decides. Hypergod is more befuddled than offended. He cautiously raises his arm, and after some hesitation, he leans in to touch her. The sensation of her soft warm fur and silky whiskers are new to him. As he slowly strokes her muzzle and the tip of her nose, Ridley regards him with a half-lidded gaze. He tensed when she moved, but only because she wanted to rub into his palm. She doesn't know her own strength and knocks him down. She sniffs over his paralyzed body, nuzzling her forehead against him. Asriel's tempted to get up and fight her off, but... he keeps petting her instead. This is strange. Not that he's... complaining, or anything.]
[Frisk goes to sit beside him, gently giving her a pat or two, too, and they're smiling. Asriel's already getting along with the locals! Sort of. They're glad and strangely proud.]
[It's not too long before Ridley's purring at him.]
[Oh god what is that noise aaaa--Oh. Cat monsters did this when they're relaxed or trying to calm down. Ridley is clearly the former. When was the last time he felt so... content? He chuckles.]
Ridley... You'll make a fine servant. [He gets headbonked by Ridley in response, but it's okay.]
[She really doesn't listen--and the only way to get her off things usually is to either lift her, if you're human-sized, or pull her whiskers, which makes Frisk feel bad.]
[Becoming a target yourself is the third option they've discovered.]
[They stand up and run beneath the bed, and Ridley's off like a shot behind them.]
While Ridley's distracted, he dashes in the opposite direction. There's a shelf to a clothes drawer that hadn't been shut all the way. He grunts as he pushes it from the inside, trying to widen the crack enough so he can step inside. It takes all his strength, but he budges it enough--it helps this particular shelf just has underwear. He crawls inside in the nick of time, pairs of folded boxers cushioning his fall. There's banging on the drawer from Ridley's unsuccessful batting, but he's far enough in the back where her paws can't reach.]
[Frisk sighs--a surprisingly loud noise in such a small, soft-spoken toy--and darts the other way, out of the room. If Ridley came in before their owner, then that means either the house is empty or this is a day allotted for video games. They'll be fine.]
[Sure enough, after a few whiny mroooows, Ridley flies out of the room trying to find them.]
[Wait, what? Wasn't Frisk going to stay under the bed? Asriel climbs out of the shelf, his eyes on the open door leading outside the room. No. This is none of my business. Leave them.
But the more he lingered on the thought, the more uncomfortable he felt. A... friend wouldn't leave a friend behind. Not like what he thought Chara did. But he never needed friends in the first place! He's the Hypergod of Death!
...Except he's not really. He's a toy. Toys... objects created out of lower-case love for lower-case love. He actually... felt something.
He's still doesn't know what these emotions mean. But the feeling he does understand is he can't leave Frisk by themself out there. He looks around for a weapon; he can't use magic, so this forgotten pen on the floor will have to do. He charges out of the room, ready to confront the rest of the house.]
[Frisk and Ridley have apparently vacated the short hallway as well.]
[There's a tiny table here, with a bunch of pictures on it. Presumably. There are at least picture frames visible from the floor, and a flowerpot with a cactus.]
[There's a window, too, and another pot, but this time there's a spider plant growing. There are 'branches' stretching all the way down to the floor.]
[Then there's a few doors. One's a bathroom, obviously; one seems to be dark and featureless (though if he goes closer, they're stairs); and one's closed, though there's a lot of space between it and the floor.]
[Hypergod bites back a curse--he's got to remember to be quiet! Humans or no humans, if Ridley heard him Frisk's distraction would be in vain.
Where on earth should he go though? Frisk could be anywhere and this place is colossal. He's not sure if he's light enough to climb the spider plant... he shakes the leaves a little to see if there's a response.]
[It's a good thing life wasn't a video game, or else the leaves would've been an impenetrable wall he couldn't pass unless he had a quest item. If it was like I Wanna Be the Guy! Hypergod should've already been splattered to bits of plastic simply from touching the leaves earlier.
The leaves are tougher than he thought, but climbing will be difficult with his pen unless he had a sheath or something to tie it to himself with. He checks the bathroom to see if there's anything useful. He discovers an old rubber band coated in dust beneath the curb of the sink cabinet. He brushes it off before stretching it, then steps inside it to see if it would fit. The band doesn't snap, and the pen is secure around his waist. Good.
The closer Asriel climbed, the better the view he got of the spider plant... instead of a pot, it looked more like a jungle of leaves...]
[A jungle indeed, with sunlight streaming through the fronds, wind breezing through it all...]
[...]
[The window is open.]
[The whole side of the house--a small space between the one he's in and the next--is covered in grass and dead pine needles, as a pine tree that's half orange from death and half green as a bunch of the highest branches cling to life juts crookedly from the ground. One of those branches even happens to be almost touching the window sill on the outside...]
[Otherwise, there's lights playing on the wall halfway down the stairs he can spot if he looks that way.]
[Could Frisk be out this window? It took him effort to get up here though. Ridley would do it with ease, so there wouldn't be time for Frisk to get this far.
He's transfixed by the sky again, and he's got a much better view. Dead pine needles crunched under his feet, and grabbed handfuls to examine them as they hissed through his fingers. He'd never seen a pine tree before... and it stood out in such contrast against the sky. How can such a thing be half-dead and still be alive and so green at the other side?]
[* Knowing this tree thrives despite its split identity... it fills you with determination.]
[Find Frisk, this place can wait. He spots the lights dancing on the wall when he gets back inside. Ah ha, a clue!]
[Hopefully the window stays open in the meantime--]
[The lights are a reflection. A reflection of water, in fact. If he gets down the stairs--steep, maybe even formidable--he'll find Ridley settled in front of a fish tank near another window, sunlight bouncing off its surface.]
[The fish tank is huge; there's so many odd creatures he's never seen before. Swimming around minding their business are a school of tetras, guppies, a few angelfish, a yellow discus, spotted danios, black mollies, rainbow fish, and a pleco sucking along the bottom like an underwater vacuum.
Hmm. If Ridley's here, Frisk must be too. Was there anything to throw for the cat to chase? There's stray pieces of purple gravel by his feet. If he can throw them far enough, would Ridley be distracted? Would they even be loud enough for her to hear? Hypergod tosses several pieces.]
Her ears twitch a few times before she finally pays attention--shiny fish are far more fun to watch--but she does, and she jumps away to investigate.
"Asriel?" Frisk hisses from the other side of the room. They're peering out from behind an old boombox. They didn't think he'd go so far as to follow them.
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'Cause he's got a big ego.His shoulders slacken now that he knows she's not a threat. He starts climbing down the desk to get a better look.]no subject
[Once Asriel gets down there, Ridley's fished out a random bread tie and is batting it around over the hardwood floor. She won't care about him unless he either moves quickly or walks up right to her.]
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"Howdy."
[Ridley half-jumps and zooms a short distance before crouching, eyes wide as dinner plates staring at Asriel as though instead he said, "Boo!" Her tail swishes the floor as he approaches her again, settling a bit once she realizes he's there. She sniffs him a little, jerking her head back if he made any sudden movements. She grows used to him and keeps sniffing him...]
2/2 (Time to quote Super Mario RPG)
Au-Augh...!
[Feels like...SANDPAPER!]
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[Frisk's unfazed.] Paint's not good for you. And tongues aren't good for Asriel.
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[It's not too long before Ridley's purring at him.]
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Ridley... You'll make a fine servant. [He gets headbonked by Ridley in response, but it's okay.]
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Good luck. She doesn't listen to anybody or anything 'cept the food bowl.
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Okay, that's enough.
[He pushes himself up and brushes his robe off. Unfortunately for him, it makes Ridley interested in him again and she swats him back down]
Stop it--!
[Nope! Bapping some more. He growls and his eyes turn toward Frisk. A little help here...?]
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[Becoming a target yourself is the third option they've discovered.]
[They stand up and run beneath the bed, and Ridley's off like a shot behind them.]
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While Ridley's distracted, he dashes in the opposite direction. There's a shelf to a clothes drawer that hadn't been shut all the way. He grunts as he pushes it from the inside, trying to widen the crack enough so he can step inside. It takes all his strength, but he budges it enough--it helps this particular shelf just has underwear. He crawls inside in the nick of time, pairs of folded boxers cushioning his fall. There's banging on the drawer from Ridley's unsuccessful batting, but he's far enough in the back where her paws can't reach.]
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[Sure enough, after a few whiny mroooows, Ridley flies out of the room trying to find them.]
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But the more he lingered on the thought, the more uncomfortable he felt. A... friend wouldn't leave a friend behind. Not like what he thought Chara did. But he never needed friends in the first place! He's the Hypergod of Death!
...Except he's not really. He's a toy. Toys... objects created out of lower-case love for lower-case love. He actually... felt something.
He's still doesn't know what these emotions mean. But the feeling he does understand is he can't leave Frisk by themself out there. He looks around for a weapon; he can't use magic, so this forgotten pen on the floor will have to do. He charges out of the room, ready to confront the rest of the house.]
child plz
[There's a tiny table here, with a bunch of pictures on it. Presumably. There are at least picture frames visible from the floor, and a flowerpot with a cactus.]
[There's a window, too, and another pot, but this time there's a spider plant growing. There are 'branches' stretching all the way down to the floor.]
[Then there's a few doors. One's a bathroom, obviously; one seems to be dark and featureless (though if he goes closer, they're stairs); and one's closed, though there's a lot of space between it and the floor.]
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[Hypergod bites back a curse--he's got to remember to be quiet! Humans or no humans, if Ridley heard him Frisk's distraction would be in vain.
Where on earth should he go though? Frisk could be anywhere and this place is colossal. He's not sure if he's light enough to climb the spider plant... he shakes the leaves a little to see if there's a response.]
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If it was like I Wanna Be the Guy! Hypergod should've already been splattered to bits of plastic simply from touching the leaves earlier.The leaves are tougher than he thought, but climbing will be difficult with his pen unless he had a sheath or something to tie it to himself with. He checks the bathroom to see if there's anything useful. He discovers an old rubber band coated in dust beneath the curb of the sink cabinet. He brushes it off before stretching it, then steps inside it to see if it would fit. The band doesn't snap, and the pen is secure around his waist. Good.
The closer Asriel climbed, the better the view he got of the spider plant... instead of a pot, it looked more like a jungle of leaves...]
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[...]
[The window is open.]
[The whole side of the house--a small space between the one he's in and the next--is covered in grass and dead pine needles, as a pine tree that's half orange from death and half green as a bunch of the highest branches cling to life juts crookedly from the ground. One of those branches even happens to be almost touching the window sill on the outside...]
[Otherwise, there's lights playing on the wall halfway down the stairs he can spot if he looks that way.]
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He's transfixed by the sky again, and he's got a much better view. Dead pine needles crunched under his feet, and grabbed handfuls to examine them as they hissed through his fingers. He'd never seen a pine tree before... and it stood out in such contrast against the sky. How can such a thing be half-dead and still be alive and so green at the other side?]
[* Knowing this tree thrives despite its split identity... it fills you with determination.]
[Find Frisk, this place can wait. He spots the lights dancing on the wall when he gets back inside. Ah ha, a clue!]
5 years later
[The lights are a reflection. A reflection of water, in fact. If he gets down the stairs--steep, maybe even formidable--he'll find Ridley settled in front of a fish tank near another window, sunlight bouncing off its surface.]
5 extra years more
Hmm. If Ridley's here, Frisk must be too. Was there anything to throw for the cat to chase? There's stray pieces of purple gravel by his feet. If he can throw them far enough, would Ridley be distracted? Would they even be loud enough for her to hear? Hypergod tosses several pieces.]
time doesn't exist
"Asriel?" Frisk hisses from the other side of the room. They're peering out from behind an old boombox. They didn't think he'd go so far as to follow them.