#locketfated

“sup, lil’ child? don’t y’ know it’s rude t’ not shake a new pal’s hand?” the small goat asked, holding one hand out while the other stayed inside her hoodie. Toriel didn’t even bother to hide the fact that her hand had an immense glob of whipped cream on it’s palm. She didn’t really find it necessary. They’d either feel bad and do it anyways or simply leave her hanging.

“...Why are you being so nice to her of all people?”

It was the first time the flower spoke this reset, which was strange considering it was well...Flowey. He talked, rambled and insulted a lot especially when hanging out with Chara, though to his credit, it was mostly nice things being said around her.

...Only to them though. Which is why the flower was having a hard time trying to understand why the human was being so...kind to the Old Hag this time around. What did they have to gain from talking to a failure of a mother like that? Didn’t they kill them before?...Well that was before he knew they were Chara but it was always them, right.

ominuous prompts! // 32: unbelonging

AN EXERPT FROM A JOURNAL FOUND BENEATHA MATTRESS. 

   I am a ghost in my own skin. 

   Certainly, this is irrefutable. I haunt myself. I haunt myself,    in this skeletal house, in this body of a house, all blood and   skin and muscle. I walk the halls of my own bones, mapping   myself out, looking for something, something that I don’t    know. I am looking for that part of me that does not belong,    so that I can rip it out and begin again.

   I am a ghost in my own skin.

   There has never been sense of belonging: no, a restless-   ness hangs about me, a heavy thing that weighs me down,    rattles about in my chest. I have never known peace, always   feeling the calling, the pulling, the feeling that I, I do not belong    here. I am a thorn-bush amongst roses, a creature that almost,    almost fits in, but maybe I am not something that is meant to stay.

   I am a ghost in my own skin. 

   My body: a graveyard. I have killed myself again and again,   buried myself amongst the forget-me-nots, swallowed my-   self down. I have buried so many versions of myself, a mourner    at my own funeral. Here I lie, a creature that does not belong. A    creature not meant for this world.

   I feel like I have always existed a little to the left of where   I should be. 

   Everyone else fits together so perfectly, but I do not. I am the   leftover screw, the part that was left out, the thing that no-one   knows what to do with. I do not blame them. Maybe there is    something in me that is rotten. If I can rip it out, then maybe:    maybe I will belong.

   Then again, maybe not.

              𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵 ━━ “LOOKY WHO IT IS. MY FAVORITE DEAD KID.” While that wasn’t much of a way to greet someone, it was true. Bill enjoyed watching this demon child get revenge and cause chaos; lets just say he as excited that she summoned him. “FINALLY I GET TO MEET YOU, THE NAME’S BILL CIPHER.” 

even gay baby jail?

  dont interact if u think asriel & ralsei are the...

asriel.. soft green goat… ralsei.. soft pink goat..

chara vc: KNIFE BUDDIES...