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//justletmewindemonthatcomesgeneral catchall post for Toy Story AUs since I love that shit

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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.

[demonthatcomes]

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.

if you mind other characters plz tell me and i will edit /o/

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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.

Not at all! :D

[demonthatcomes]

Blech. What a way to spend the night.

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/

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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.

YES UNDYNE (P.S. are the three goat plushies a reference to the Dreemurrs?)

[demonthatcomes]

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."

(YEAH i was thinkin' they were old heirlooms from great/grandparents or smthn)

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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.)

(Awww! I have Asriel & Asgore ready if they come into the RP)

[demonthatcomes]

"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.

(\o/ I have a toriel but her voice is questionable. well so is my undyne's so )

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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.

It's okay, I'm shaky with Asgore myself.

[demonthatcomes]

"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."

~voicetesting~

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"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."

You're doing good with Undyne so far. :D

[demonthatcomes]

"Frisk's... different. They're not like other humans at all."

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!

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"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?"

[demonthatcomes]

"No clue. It'd take you if I knew how to get back to their room. And, uh... if I wasn't in this gross bath."

Chara stares at the ceiling.

"Do you think... they'd be able to fix me?"

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"I can get it, no problem. I've been here for ages! I know everything there is to know about this place! Except for why my spears disappear."

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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"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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Undyne lifts her foot from it, examining the filthy film that clings. "...it'll take work, but I'm sure they will."

She's all for action over words, usually--she's plastic, this garbage'll wash right off--and so she wades her way into the water. "I can help eliminate the worst of it! Especially in your hair." She's tall enough she can reach the soap abandoned nearby.

[demonthatcomes]

"...You'd do that for me?"

They're cautious. It's not often a toy would ask to help them unless they planned on ditching them later. It happened one too many times before.

[[Chara met one too many Lotsos in their life.]]

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Her plastic claws cut through the bar like butter. "Yeah. You're Frisk's! And Frisk's toys don't leave the others in the dirt!" Beat. "Not for long, anyway."

Undyne rubs her hands together and reaches for their yarn.

[demonthatcomes]

Chara says nothing else, watching Undyne in fascination. She sliced through the soap like it was nothing. They stay still and try not to squirm.

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She gets the stuff that's deep, right against their cloth scalp, as it were, where Frisk couldn't get so easily. Her claws make short work of it, and eventually, they tug an actual piece of...something that was on a plant at some point, she guesses, and tosses it over her shoulder.

"If you want hair pins or something someday, I know someone who can hook you up. Frisk doesn't ask questions about our changes," Undyne says eventually. "Which is weird, but they're weird. I'm not into that sort of crap, but I know some nerds that love to accessorize."

[demonthatcomes]

There had been something scratching Chara, but their oven-mitt hands were useless in trying to get that thing out of their head. They'd been just grateful they pawed at it enough so they could ignore it. But now? That nasty little twig is gone.

"Hehe. I'm not really into it either, but sure. Just in case I change my mind."

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"Cool. We can see her tonight--both of 'em, actually--if don't you mind dripping around the house," she cackles.

[demonthatcomes]

Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope. They'll get caught. Even if the water dried up, they'll drag mud around. Muddy spots from nowhere + ugly doll = haunted doll. Can't risk it.

"I... I think I better wait for tomorrow..." They trembled.

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Her claws pause, just for a moment. "If you say so."

Undyne thinks she understands the problem. Nobody wants to get caught--a mixture of instinct and the bullshit that can scare humans. How would they react--how would parents react--to childrens' rooms being filled with 'spies'?

"Damn adults," she snarls under her breath. Louder, definitely to Chara: "Almost finished with the worst of the nasty shit."