Asks: Open

Ask Siffrin

Asks: Open

This is a blog centered on Siffrin. Expect Siffrin-typical behavior and ISAT/SASASAP-typical subject matter. This includes (temporary) suicide.

Important posts linked under the cut.

"That's true, tee hee!"

Though don’t worry if you can’t, it’s not vital~ It might help figure some things out regarding how we’ll have to approach dealing with the king, but we can manage without too~

(The Sadnesses on the third floor are actually dangerous. You can handle them if you're paying attention, but if you lose focus it's very easy for those fights to go poorly.)

(Not that it matters that much if you die, tee hee! Besides, practice makes perfect~!)

"I... huh?"

When you fight the king, do one of your attacks ever seem to just… not hurt him as much as they did the rest of the times you struck? Specifically the last attack you make before he does his thing, so to speak.

"...I don't think so?"

It’s not like you’ll be able to ever eat pineapple again when this is all over, so might as well experience it a few times while you can.

(Come on, it's not like you act on every suicidal impulse you have. Even if pineapple is a delicious way to die.)

We can help remember things for you, but we can’t actually see the house, just some of your thoughts and words, so you’ll have to mention something specifically for us to help.

(High up... in the closet, maybe?)

(You open it. The closet contains some bandages, painkillers, and...)

Housemaiden: "Oh, eyepatches!"

Kid: "Those look ugly. Frin's is better."

Fighter: "Hehehe..."

Fighter: "Does your eyepatch fit still, Sif? I can adjust it if you ever need me to!"

(You make sure to smile, but your attention is focused elsewhere. On the top shelf, you can just make out the glimmer of the glass key.)

Fighter: "Huh? What are you looking at, Sif?"

(You point. It's just out of your reach... if you tried to get it yourself, you'd probably knock it down.)

Fighter: "Oh! Do you need help getting that?"

(You nod, and the Fighter steps closer, reaching for the key.)

(...Wait. With how fragile this key is, and how easily it falls...)

(The Fighter's hand bumps the shelf, knocking the key from it, but you're ready. You lift your cloak in front of you, carefully catching it in the fabric.)

(The shattering thing... right. It would suck to have to go through this floor again because of that blinding stupid fragile glass key.)

(...)

Now to see if the Change God is going to be gracious enough to grant you the Keyknife (or was it Knifekey?) or if they’ll hold out on us.

Either way that’s something new, yay!~

(You just have to get to the third floor now!)

(Luckily, it doesn't take you too long to get back to where the sharpening stone is. You have to make sure to look in a few of the wrong places so you don't tip anyone off that something is wrong, of course, but even with that it's quick enough.)

(Now, it's time to test if this works. You stroke your dagger against the stone, and as you mutter under your breath you can hear the others joining in behind you.)

(This is new. It's nice.)

(And your dagger's a bit sharper now, too!)

(There it is!)

(You pick up one of the pieces of wood and put your dagger against it to start carving, paying close attention to the others to see if they say anything. Sure enough, the Fighter speaks up.)

(...You usually mumble things under your breath when you're doing things like this? Something like "please be good"... or for sharpening something, maybe "please be sharp?")

(...)

"Just peachy!"