oh i'm REAL funny...

hey guys i know i just started coming on here again, but i’m going to say officially that i’m going to be super sporadic in my activity because i’m full of anxiety from being laid off bc the bakery wasn’t making enough to keep me. i’m trying to get back into writing to do writing commissions and write enough for people to buy me a ko-fi or two lol.

             she wasn’t sure whether it was the overall aura they gave off or not, but eve had a feeling that her answer had been…less than satisfying. the thought of disappointing such a polite little ghost absolutely shattered her soft heart, lips curling down into the saddest of frowns. that is, until she realizes that such an expression could easily be misread and she snaps at least an only slightly weary smile onto her face. “ just because something is popular doesn’t mean it’s the best, though…! there’s…there’s an abundance of pop, so of course it’s going to be popular! there’s just more of it to consume! ”

             “ what sort of music do you like? ”

          Oh no... Had they actually seemed disappointed? She seemed like she felt bad for giving them an answer that they didn’t like... but they didn’t... hate the answer. It was just... not super helpful to them. They probably should’ve expected more people to say “pop” because of what it was. It wasn’t that disappointing, it was fine.

You just shrug your shoulders at them. Humans are very different from each other, just like monsters, and even then, you don’t know anyone with a ghost monster for a friend. Besides, you’ve never really had any attachment to being human either. You feel like you should say something. “… Do not know them.”

You look at the ghost quietly for a little bit, even as they ask if it’s awkward to say hi. You wonder what’s going through their head, quietly. You appreciate the apparent lack of judgement, but not enough to speak up.

You put your hands in your pockets and hum softly, as if speaking is a challenge. “… It is not.”

ACT: TELL THEM

“Halloween is once a year,” but some people very special people carried the spirit of the season in their heart all year long! They were mysterious, sweet to children, and indulged in candy! Frisk admired people like that who were capable of being spooky and sweet! Mischievous creatures and cheerful! 

They hoped to be like that when they were grown. Maybe they could get started on that early! Frisk said, “It’s in October and people celebrate it the whole wide month it’s cool. I’m glad you had fun.” They sighed wistfully. “I was trick or treating! I had fun I got a lot of candy.” 

          “I think that sounds like a fun... yearly thing... to celebrate monsters and get candy...” It seemed the humans had a holiday for everything. They were told there was a holiday somewhere called “National Ketchup Day” and another, in the same place, in the same way, for pancakes. Humans liked... to celebrate things. It was nice.

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A ghost monster? You thought they didn’t really like being out and about like this. Still, this one seems quiet, which is great. Loud monsters give you headaches.

“Kris.”

          "I hope you don’t think I’m being rude but... who are you...?” The ghost only bothered asking because something about the human was familiar... maybe because they knew a human? That was probably all it was.

          “Are the humans... done with their holiday about monsters...? It was nice... People liked my music...” Even if it was weird to know that humans liked monsters that much for one month out of the year? After... forcing them underground. It was fine, though, the ghost never really cared about the surface and now they were on the surface... so... “All of it...”

         “Oh, is it evening…?” They must’ve zoned out while waiting to help people at the snail farm. It had been a slow day and the ghost very genuinely appreciated the greeting. “I think I’m doing okay…? Nothing’s really… happening around here… which is probably good… Nothing to… worry about.”

             “ u-um, i like… ” just about anything, truthfully. wasn’t music something that was hard to dislike? still, she knew that wouldn’t really be a satisfying answer and she wanted nothing more than to be helpful. “ …things that are soft and soothing? it’s– ” lips pull tight as she tries to think of genres, but nothing really comes to mind. “ –i guess i like pop? but soft…soft pop… ” she’s feeling less helpful by the second.

             “ …i don’t think i’m the best judge of what’s popular, t-though… ”