#genocii

❛ Honestly? Sure! It’ll be funny. ❜  

Vee snickers, a dimply smile on their cheeks; bitter with poison, sweet with genuine laughter that creeps through their smirk. Why can’t they make any normal relationships? They lean forward, toes arched in a confident stance - still shorter than their alternate, but it doesn’t matter. A fleeting thought visibly crosses through Vee’s mind, and they falter slightly in their pose. 

❛ …Oh, you’re serious? ❜  

brief pause.

[ It’s been a while || ACCEPTING ]

            So they lingered together, locked in an endless feedback loop which always ended the very same way--in nothing. There was nothing at the end of it all. Only darkness, only the inevitable certainty that time would reset, that the day would begin again, that the surface was a dream cradled on a string at the end of a stick. The quiet visage of the former scientist rippled at the edge of the dust laden crags of the fading timeline, frowning, drawing his disembodied hands along the sides of his horrified (and malleable) features. He could not scream, though it certainly looked as though he had been--and had been for a long time.

Instead, the monster spoke in a voice heavy with static, in a warble only broken for the child to understand.

✌☠👎 💧⚐ ✋ ✌💣📬[AND SO I AM.✌☠👎 💧⚐ ✌☼☜ ✡⚐🕆📬AND SO ARE YOU.✡☜❄ ☟☜☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜📬

                     YET HERE YOU ARE. ]

He was pale and gaunt, melting, dying, oozing his vital darkness upon the fetid remains of a decaying flower bed--long forgotten.

3 little words.

     ‘   stop?   now you want me to stop? because you’re not up for playing GAMES this time?   ’

                 where was their mercy?  when they begged to live? begged for it to stop?  the innocent, the warriors -- where was their mercy when they pleaded?  nope.  the plea’s from the fallen weren’t met with mercy.  they were met with violence.  so no -- not this time.  it’s happened over and over, so much so that it was beginning to feel like a twisted version of déjà vu. could you blame him for not wanting to take any more risks?  

S T A G E    L I G H T S    A R E    B L A R I N G .

[ he’s standing alone. ]

[ hardly a new feeling for him - generally, his shows went unwatched. but this time... he knew it would be. that’s what he was buying time for, wasn’t it? they couldn’t kill everyone - every second he managed to stall them would mean more time for alphys to hide with the survivors of the underground. ]

[ and he wouldn’t be among them. ]

[ it’s... an odd feeling, accepting your own death, but what else could he do? he had never been a fighter at heart, and this child had sliced their way through undyne, through papyrus, through... most of the population. there was no intention of him walking away from this. he accepted it, but it weighed in his chest, a bittersweet fact. ]

[ an audience. a chance people would remember him well. his family, his friends safe. isn’t this all he ever wanted? ]

< form/adapt:neo(human-disabling{function-activate}level1)from-[ex] >

[ his voice is lilting, almost hypnotic, when he speaks in his new form, teeth sharp and mettaton... looking far less human. ]

PROMPT; RESPONSE

[ HELLO || ACCEPTING ]

            His smile grew tight, mirroring the awful glare of his unblemished socket. The light of JUDGEMENT was born in him as well–a curse born again and again, driven into his core beyond that of even the most dire ambition he might have harbored in his life. His nature was calm and diligent–methodical and KIND, his soul was ill suited for a world so needlessly cruel.

Yet he stood before them, blocking their path in lieu of ANOTHER.

                 It was only as his mouth parted to EXHALE that he spoke.

❄☜☹☹ 💣☜📪 👍☟✋☹👎 [TELL ME, CHILD

👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✋☠😐 ☜✞☜☠ ❄☟☜ 🕈⚐☼💧❄ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠ 👍✌☠ 👍☟✌☠☝☜       DO YOU THINK EVEN THE WORST PERSON CAN CHANGE

✋☞ ❄☟☜✡ ☺🕆💧❄ ❄☼✋☜👎✍

                                                  birds are singing.

            he’s heard actual bird song before. first in tapes, movies, songs - maybe from things that survived the descent to the dump, playing a gentle, joyful chirping of winged creatures at DAWN. then, that first time feeling the breeze on his bones, sunlight between his joints. a sun setting over the mountainside, the chatter of bird song greeting them into a new world.

                 then, again, and again, and again. he’s S I C K of bird song.

                                                                                           “ * … took you long enough. ”

     leaning against one of the many columns of the golden-lit hall, MAGIC bubbles beneath his bones, a living breathing thing that eats him from the  i n s i d e  o u t . he SMILES, watching the child with slight pricks that promise nothing but death should they take any step closer.

                                                        his teeth taste like blood && dust.

           “ * gettin’ tired yet, buddy? ”                                        ( * YOU’RE GETTING  T I R E D )

“ * c’mon. let’s take a break.               maybe you’ll get bored enough to reset. bored enough to bring my friends back. ”

                     he shrugs, stands up straight. eye-lights peer sideways into nothing - to the ghosts of those DEAD, now the dust he now breathes.  it tastes like RETRIBUTION.

VARIOUS STARTERS // ACCEPTING!!&& . @genocii​

god he is so fucking tired of all this ‘ resetting ‘ bullshit. so many runs, so many moments of questioning his own sanity; he didn’t know how much more he could handle. but he knows that, yet again, there is no other option. they must reset again. he must realize the timelines again. he must remember the s l a u g h t e r s all over again. it has to happen --

so that hopefully, they can get it right. 

sweat beads down his skull. he can’t tell if it’s from anxiety or anger, but at this point does it matter ?? in a matter of seconds he will back to his room, awaiting another timeline run. his anxieties will be wiped for at least a moment ( one of the only perks of this ).

* ❛ heh, ❜ his voice is as shaky as his hands, * ❛ heh... y-yeah. one more time. one more time. ❜