It wasn't supposed to matter. Chara let kids and animals and bugs do whatever the hell they wanted to do with their body because they wanted to die already. But no matter what they do, it's never enough to make their consciousness disappear. What sick god decided to give them sentience?
They've been a paintbrush for toddlers, a urinal for a canine, and chewing gum for a feline. But nothing could be so humiliating as this. The words stick like pins in their cloth skin and how they wished to god they weren't so ugly and abnormal. But what difference does it make if they try to change? They'll be ruined and tossed away anyway. Didn't they already accept this?
Frisk doesn't defend them, even if there's an urge to. That's always useless. And...when they look closer, they are a little grimy.
"We're going out to eat," their mom tells them. But they already had dinner--well, there's no point in saying that, there's no harm in putting away leftover fries or something. "Now hurry up, get ready!"
And then they're left alone.
They sigh and stand and stretch, holding the doll over their head for a moment to scrutinize again. Yeah, dirty, yeah, needs new eyes. They'll clean them off tomorrow and try to find wherever the needles and stuff are hiding.
Then they head to the desk, slip open the top drawer, and set Chara gently inside. ...In a hat. There's an upside-down cowboy hat in this drawer, for some reason.
Frisk pushes it mostly shut and then gets ready--in other words, heads out to the front door and slips their shoes back on--and within ten minutes, the whole place is devoid of human life.
It's official. Frisk is a weird, weird kid. It's stuffy in the hat, but they'll survive. Getting smushed against Frisk's hair isn't the worst place to be. It's kind of soft, actually. Good thing they don't actually have lungs though.
Soft hair, slightly tangled. Frisk took the doll with them by pure spite, if they're honest.
Their mom has a car, but the place is just a couple blocks away, and so they walk. Saving gas and all.
The next thing Chara will see is a big, neon-colored tray as they're awkwardly dropped onto the table. Their mom looks over from her menu and looks disgusted--then glances around the place they're in and rolls her eyes. Everything's gross here, it's half a step above a fast food restaurant.
Frisk sticks their tongue out when she looks away.
They get a 'club sandwich' and fries and a shake, and they give their doll the weird yellow toothpick thing that sticks from the sandwich once they get to it. It's a sword, clearly. Chara gets to attack the pepper shakers as Frisk's mom spends her time chatting with the other customers.
Their first restaurant outing. And Frisk took them with them in defiance of their mother. Chara likes them more and more all the time.
They're tempted to stick their tongue out too. A raspberry, if they can get away with it. Too bad there's too many people here.
They look at the little plastic sword in their hand. This is so cool! They sneak a jab or two at the salt and pepper shakers along with the ketchup bottle. They can't wait to play more with this when they get home.
"You're a pirate," Frisk murmurs decidedly, munching through a particularly crunchy fry.
Their stitches and stuff are due to past battles they'd fought and only narrowly won. Their eyes were a problem, but they've learned to...adapt...because magic. Though they'd actually like to have real eyes again.
It gets dark pretty fast. Before long, they're leaving again, though Frisk has Chara in their hands this time. They get a couple weird looks on the way back, but that might just be because Frisk's walking them over fences and stuff, not the particular state they're in.
Being a pirate is awesome! If they got an eyepatch, they'd wear it. They imagine having their own ship, sailing the seven seas and braving every storm that dares to try sink them. They'll collect all the booty; they'll start with the penny and everything else they found in Frisk's bed.
They make it home, dropping the food bag they brought with them in the fridge and their hat and stuff away. It's kind of late.
"...you are kinda dirty, though," they say apologetically once they're getting ready for bed.
They put Chara on their desk, leaning against the side of the computer, pick-sword settled across their lap. It takes a few adjustments until they look like they're sitting comfortably. Frisk pats their head and yarn hair a little before heading out, down the hall to brush their teeth.
See, Chara can handle a statement like that if it came from Frisk. Technically, it's true--they really needed a wash. If they're cushioned between a whole load of clothes in the laundry machine, they'll be fine. Their dirtiness is something that can be... fixed. Maybe stay fixed. They're obviously not going to come out looking like they're fresh from the store, but they'd be easier to look at. They wait for Frisk to return.
Frisk, however, worries about their stitches. They don't want them to fly apart in the washing machine. Instead, after they're done with everything, Chara is plucked up again and brought into the bathroom.
There's a little plastic container, filled with a couple inches of soapy water. Frisk scrubs them off a bit, rinses them, and then repeats it. They're even grimier than they looked...
Their mother knocks loudly on the door. Frisk sighs, pets their hair again, and sets them down in the water before they head out.
...Seems Chara's going to spend some time soaking.
Chara's so used to not caring about their limbs that the thought hadn't occurred to them they might want to stay intact.
Now they're sitting in a sink full of muddy water. Cold, but ragdolls naturally have a high tolerance for that. Feels like blast of air conditioning on a summer day in liquid form, really. This water is nasty though, with all the mud from their body squeezed into it. It's sort of like lying in a puddle at the dump. Yuck.
Frisk's mother does her business in the bathroom, finishes up, and flicks the light off when she leaves.
Time passes. Frisk is in bed, out like a light.
There's a shelf by the tub, covered in towels. Chara might eventually notice something there. Another one of those glow-in-the-dark arrows...slowly moving from one end of the shelf to the other.
The arrow freezes for just a moment, then speeds into a blue blur as the toy--of course--attached to it leaps all the down to land on the edge of the water.
Oh. It's not an arrow. It's a spear.
A blue action-figure-like toy peers down at Chara. Her teeth are jagged plastic, except for a small ring in the middle...to spit out water, of course. The spear's gripped tight in one webbed hand, though it's obvious her other hand was designed with one in mind as well.
But what stands out most is likely the toy's eye--or the massive crack that runs down her head and through it.
"Who the hell are you?" she asks, aiming the spear in their direction.
Chara can't remember the last time they met a bath toy. They've come across rubber ducks before, but they're all dead from getting punctured or moldy. They take notice of the crack on her head; they're not Frisk's first broken toy, it seemed.
"I'm a pirate." They answer nonchalantly. "Just taking a night-time bath."
She's actually a pool toy...despite the fact there is no pool anywhere in the area.
"..."
She abruptly laughs and drops down to sit, webbed feet dipping into the water. Who cares if it's gross?
"You're no pirate, you don't even have an eyepatch!" Obviously, you need that to be one. (Frisk's mother doesn't have anime; the toys have learned to make do with old movies instead. Including pirate ones.)
"I lost mine to a bratty five-year-old." Chara lied. "I'm getting a new one soon."
They hope they do. If not, they'll have to look around the house to see what they'll find. They'll hide the patch somewhere if Frisk checks in on them.
Yeah, right. Undyne doesn't believe them to be a pirate at all, but whatever, they can play the way they want to. Besides--"Little kids are the WORST! They just throw you and your shhhh--stuff around. I used to have SIX of these babies! Now I've only got two." She hefts the one glowing spear she's got.
"I got used as a paintbrush once." Now that's no lie. "I especially hate it when they put me in their mouth, though. Or chew the strings of my hair. It's because of them I don't have buttons for eyes anymore."
They observe the spear in interest. "That looks really cool! I'd be mad if the kids lost those too."
"Nasty. Good thing you've got Frisk now. They're not a jerk. Except they lost my other spear." She spins it, cutting through the top of the water. "I know it's somewhere in the house, though. They didn't break it or trash it like what happened the rest."
"They play gently. They're a wimp," Undyne says, grinning with all her teeth. "With a big heart!"
Her eye widens. "Spear. Arrows are too small to be useful!" She looks towards the door and mutters to herself, "The hell did it get all the way under there?"
"Heh, I'm not worried about those stitches. My arms and legs have been torn off and sewn on again since I was born. I meant... all this." They run a hand through the muddy water. "All the grime."
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Date: 2016-07-31 04:01 am (UTC)It wasn't supposed to matter. Chara let kids and animals and bugs do whatever the hell they wanted to do with their body because they wanted to die already. But no matter what they do, it's never enough to make their consciousness disappear. What sick god decided to give them sentience?
They've been a paintbrush for toddlers, a urinal for a canine, and chewing gum for a feline. But nothing could be so humiliating as this. The words stick like pins in their cloth skin and how they wished to god they weren't so ugly and abnormal. But what difference does it make if they try to change? They'll be ruined and tossed away anyway. Didn't they already accept this?
BUT THAT'S WHAT ALL MUNS LOVE TO DO!
Date: 2016-07-31 04:39 am (UTC)"We're going out to eat," their mom tells them. But they already had dinner--well, there's no point in saying that, there's no harm in putting away leftover fries or something. "Now hurry up, get ready!"
And then they're left alone.
They sigh and stand and stretch, holding the doll over their head for a moment to scrutinize again. Yeah, dirty, yeah, needs new eyes. They'll clean them off tomorrow and try to find wherever the needles and stuff are hiding.
Then they head to the desk, slip open the top drawer, and set Chara gently inside. ...In a hat. There's an upside-down cowboy hat in this drawer, for some reason.
Frisk pushes it mostly shut and then gets ready--in other words, heads out to the front door and slips their shoes back on--and within ten minutes, the whole place is devoid of human life.
Chara says, "That doesn't mean I have to LIKE it."
Date: 2016-07-31 04:54 am (UTC)(i was gonna have em stuck in the drawer with the hat but this is interesting)
Date: 2016-07-31 05:01 am (UTC)Their mom has a car, but the place is just a couple blocks away, and so they walk. Saving gas and all.
The next thing Chara will see is a big, neon-colored tray as they're awkwardly dropped onto the table. Their mom looks over from her menu and looks disgusted--then glances around the place they're in and rolls her eyes. Everything's gross here, it's half a step above a fast food restaurant.
Frisk sticks their tongue out when she looks away.
They get a 'club sandwich' and fries and a shake, and they give their doll the weird yellow toothpick thing that sticks from the sandwich once they get to it. It's a sword, clearly. Chara gets to attack the pepper shakers as Frisk's mom spends her time chatting with the other customers.
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Date: 2016-07-31 09:24 pm (UTC)They're tempted to stick their tongue out too. A raspberry, if they can get away with it. Too bad there's too many people here.
They look at the little plastic sword in their hand. This is so cool! They sneak a jab or two at the salt and pepper shakers along with the ketchup bottle. They can't wait to play more with this when they get home.
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Date: 2016-07-31 10:41 pm (UTC)Their stitches and stuff are due to past battles they'd fought and only narrowly won. Their eyes were a problem, but they've learned to...adapt...because magic. Though they'd actually like to have real eyes again.
It gets dark pretty fast. Before long, they're leaving again, though Frisk has Chara in their hands this time. They get a couple weird looks on the way back, but that might just be because Frisk's walking them over fences and stuff, not the particular state they're in.
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Date: 2016-07-31 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-01 12:01 am (UTC)"...you are kinda dirty, though," they say apologetically once they're getting ready for bed.
They put Chara on their desk, leaning against the side of the computer, pick-sword settled across their lap. It takes a few adjustments until they look like they're sitting comfortably. Frisk pats their head and yarn hair a little before heading out, down the hall to brush their teeth.
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Date: 2016-08-01 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-01 03:03 am (UTC)There's a little plastic container, filled with a couple inches of soapy water. Frisk scrubs them off a bit, rinses them, and then repeats it. They're even grimier than they looked...
Their mother knocks loudly on the door. Frisk sighs, pets their hair again, and sets them down in the water before they head out.
...Seems Chara's going to spend some time soaking.
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Date: 2016-08-01 09:25 pm (UTC)Now they're sitting in a sink full of muddy water. Cold, but ragdolls naturally have a high tolerance for that. Feels like blast of air conditioning on a summer day in liquid form, really. This water is nasty though, with all the mud from their body squeezed into it. It's sort of like lying in a puddle at the dump. Yuck.
if you mind other characters plz tell me and i will edit /o/
Date: 2016-08-01 09:42 pm (UTC)Time passes. Frisk is in bed, out like a light.
There's a shelf by the tub, covered in towels. Chara might eventually notice something there. Another one of those glow-in-the-dark arrows...slowly moving from one end of the shelf to the other.
Not at all! :D
Date: 2016-08-01 10:10 pm (UTC)The glow-in-the-dark arrow doesn't escape them however. Who'd be up and about in this place?
"Hey! Who the hell are you!?"
Classy as always, Chara.
\o/
Date: 2016-08-01 10:33 pm (UTC)Oh. It's not an arrow. It's a spear.
A blue action-figure-like toy peers down at Chara. Her teeth are jagged plastic, except for a small ring in the middle...to spit out water, of course. The spear's gripped tight in one webbed hand, though it's obvious her other hand was designed with one in mind as well.
But what stands out most is likely the toy's eye--or the massive crack that runs down her head and through it.
"Who the hell are you?" she asks, aiming the spear in their direction.
YES UNDYNE (P.S. are the three goat plushies a reference to the Dreemurrs?)
Date: 2016-08-01 10:47 pm (UTC)"I'm a pirate." They answer nonchalantly. "Just taking a night-time bath."
(YEAH i was thinkin' they were old heirlooms from great/grandparents or smthn)
Date: 2016-08-01 10:58 pm (UTC)"..."
She abruptly laughs and drops down to sit, webbed feet dipping into the water. Who cares if it's gross?
"You're no pirate, you don't even have an eyepatch!" Obviously, you need that to be one. (Frisk's mother doesn't have anime; the toys have learned to make do with old movies instead. Including pirate ones.)
(Awww! I have Asriel & Asgore ready if they come into the RP)
Date: 2016-08-01 11:15 pm (UTC)They hope they do. If not, they'll have to look around the house to see what they'll find. They'll hide the patch somewhere if Frisk checks in on them.
(\o/ I have a toriel but her voice is questionable. well so is my undyne's so )
Date: 2016-08-01 11:39 pm (UTC)It's okay, I'm shaky with Asgore myself.
Date: 2016-08-02 12:12 am (UTC)They observe the spear in interest. "That looks really cool! I'd be mad if the kids lost those too."
~voicetesting~
Date: 2016-08-02 12:22 am (UTC)You're doing good with Undyne so far. :D
Date: 2016-08-02 01:06 am (UTC)Wait a minute...
"I didn't have time get around much, but I found a glowy arrow thing near the bottom of Frisk's bed. Maybe it might be yours?"
=w= thank you!
Date: 2016-08-02 02:23 am (UTC)Her eye widens. "Spear. Arrows are too small to be useful!" She looks towards the door and mutters to herself, "The hell did it get all the way under there?"
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Date: 2016-08-04 01:45 am (UTC)Chara stares at the ceiling.
"Do you think... they'd be able to fix me?"
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Date: 2016-08-04 03:13 am (UTC)Undyne gives them a critical once-over. "I don't know if they can do much for your arms. You'll have to make do with the stitches."
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