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Pitch is nuts. Both Dreemurrs must know this by now. Sometimes he pops in without so much as a Chatsy warning dragging in strange gifts, mostly in the last year or so. Look at him, feeling comfortable at last after four good years of friendship.

So, when he pops out in the middle of their kitchen (oozing out of a cabinet a six-foot man can't fit in without violating the laws of physics) with a humongous box of stolen fireworks, that's normal, see.

It's the Fourth of July. You two live in America. Time to blow up your yard!!

Date: 2016-12-03 02:39 am (UTC)
dustless: (quiet surprise)
From: [personal profile] dustless
It's not physical, so they wouldn't care if they thought about it--they don't even realize they are nervous. Frisk just thinks they're confused.

"Huh? No. I just feel...like we forgot something. Or I did. But I dunno what." They shift to look up at him, smiling gently. "Just gotta...think about it. Till I remember. Or somebody."

Date: 2016-12-03 08:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dustless
They make a little startled noise. And naturally, Frisk reaches up to poke him on the forehead in retaliation.

"I will tell you if I remember anything, my child," Toriel assures them as she turns back to the grill. Hmm.

Date: 2016-12-04 08:12 pm (UTC)
dustless: (visible silence)
From: [personal profile] dustless
Hell.

Frisk's on their feet too, expression flat--they're scared for Pitch, for mom, they're both right there, but they're not gonna let her see that.



Toriel puts herself between Frisk and the woman, to Frisk's increased anxiety. "Mother Nature. What a surprise to see you here," she greets coldly.

Date: 2016-12-04 08:46 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (be loud)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Toriel motions for Frisk to still, and they do so. For now.

It does not matter who Nature once was. If she threatens Frisk, she will be stopped. Period.

She strides forward until she is standing at Pitch Black's side, hand at her side smoking. "You do not need to be here." Her tone matches Nature's. "We are merely enjoying the night. Leave."

Date: 2016-12-04 09:21 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (stern)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Nature's power is considerable. Just because Toriel is not a spirit does not mean she lacks her own.

Behind them, Frisk clenches their fists.

Toriel steps forward one, two, three more steps. Her throat is tight, but that will not stop her. She is confronting a child grieving for a parent, yet still an incredibly dangerous one.

"I am sorry, but it is none of your business what we do here, with or without Pitch Black. If you wish to speak to us--to me--then you may come back later." She very much sounds as she does when speaking to an unruly student.

Date: 2016-12-04 09:37 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (be loud)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Red eyes level with hers.

"You are taking things much further than necessary. We were simply enjoying the night together, as friends are wont to do in such times. There is no mocking here."

Date: 2016-12-04 10:29 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (stern)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Toriel's claws sink into the dirt. One of her hands begins burning brightly.

"No," Frisk says from the background. "Just 'cause we like him and you don't doesn't mean you--"

"--You hold authority over him, nor us," Toriel interrupts. "You do not. You should leave to discuss this later," she repeats.

Date: 2016-12-04 10:56 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (stern)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Toriel squares her shoulders. "No. You do not. And what is past is past, and the most responsible thing for you to do would be to leave it be."

Frisk's eyes flick to the back of their mother's head. What's she talking about?

Date: 2016-12-04 11:23 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (be loud)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Frisk is at Toriel's side, watching carefully even as she ushers them behind herself. If they need to do something drastic, they will.

"I will not allow you to hurt my child, and I will not allow you to hurt my friend. There is no need to fight. Leave. Now." This is her final warning.

Date: 2016-12-04 11:49 pm (UTC)
non_egressive: (to be a vicious mother)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
"It is not your choice to make who he spends time with. Nor who else may care for him."

Toriel blocks the way.

"You must stop this," her voice drops to a whisper, though her tone and words are such it might have been a shout, "Now, Seraphina."

Date: 2016-12-05 12:30 am (UTC)
non_egressive: (cannot help worrying about you)
From: [personal profile] non_egressive
Frisk screams and Toriel reacts. Seraphina is the one who is reacting, Seraphina must be why they're screaming--

--Seraphina's SOUL flares to life in front of her chest, and Toriel's flames dance towards it in a burning circle. "YOU WILL NOT HARM MY CHILD--"

Her voice chokes on horror when she sees what Pitch has done, and then she is gone.



The livingroom is in disarray, DVDs and bags of sweets and spilled drinks strewn everywhere from their landing--they'd both fallen from the wardrobe and onto the coffee table. Frisk, at least, had made it to the couch before Toriel's landing.

Date: 2016-12-05 11:05 am (UTC)
dustless: (make like alphys and freak)
From: [personal profile] dustless
The house is fairly small. The big couch, the TV, beds, toys, dishes, everything shatters and the walls come down within a minute.



Toriel has taken Alphys' cell phone, little as she uses it on her own, and is calling the neighbors, a nice family of bears.

Frisk's pacing around the room in spite of Undyne and Alphys trying to talk to them. They're angry, their panicking, they're lost and upset. They should've moved faster. Can they reverse time to such a small degree, a few minutes ago? They can freeze it and jump years, but they hadn't managed to do something so small consciously.

...Pitch isn't okay. Toriel didn't say that, but they could read the look on her face.

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