#ranunculum

“Why? What’s so special about the lamp?”

She leans forwards to get a better look at the thing, looking at it from different angles, even peering under the shade. It was just a regular lamp; totally the same as all of the others she’d seen. She’d long since figured out how they worked, so they had lost most of their wonder.

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They’d have to deal with this sometime. They did not like that fact their furry goat friend was living in a box. Boxes were for cats, not friends. Or, at least this was what they’d been told last time they spoke with Asriel. It was going to get cold soon and the goat needed a house to move into. The problem lay with their sibling and Frisk’s former friend, Chara.

Well, maybe friend was too much of a stretch. Maybe the friendship was imagined, but Frisk had valued the spirit. The keyword was had. Lately, Chara had been terrible, talking of death and murder. They liked to avoid the other human now, but they needed to talk. Surely, with Asriel’s happiness in mind, they could reach a compromise. And if not, Frisk had never thought of themselves as a very good person. Surely Chara wouldn’t find their actions out of character.

The other human should have been here to get long enough to get a cellphone. They opened up their own phone’s contacts and fetched the dead child’s number. They waffled a few times, typing up a message.

[ Text from: Frisk ] [ Text to: Chara ]

When the scientists running this little experiment took his bombs away, Plague Knight had to get a bit inventive. Stealing the necessary compounds to recreate some of his usual arsenal wasn’t easy, exactly, but it was an enjoyable challenge. He simply misses the sound, the color, the energy of a good explosion.

Now, though, he’s faced with a child (human? it looks to be human, as far as he can tell) eyeing him decidedly suspiciously. And there’s a bomb in his hands with a lit fuse, though the one he’s holding will explode in little more than a puff of smoke and sparks. But it’d be a shame to waste 

Quickly he tosses it to the ground, where it skids along and lands just behind the human. A burst of green light, a loud bang- the bomb goes off, as satisfyingly as possible!

(pt 2) sorry again if i came across as rude! i just felt you didn't take people not interacting due to anxiety into account. if you did, then i am very sorry!! i did not mean to offend at all. :o 

No worries, friendo. You’re not being rude. And yes, I didn’t think about anxiety at first because I was writing out of rage, but I responded to it in an...amendment? edit? A thing I tacked on to my post. And what I said was this:

“Secondly: Anxiety. I can’t say much on this since I have no personal experience with it, but I can say this. I found something a while back that said a good way to help with anxiety is to imagine the worst outcome, the best outcome, and the most likely outcome. It might help people with anxiety approach blogs and send them asks.”

If you have anxiety, I understand that you have trouble approaching people. It makes things a lot worse. But you should try to overcome it. I know that’s much easier said than done. But if you don’t try, then...well, then things will just get worse for you.

That didn’t stop him from breaking the leg of one of his attackers, taking the gun he’d dropped, and teleporting the bullet around to explode the heads of five others. It was an interesting day when jobbers thought they had even a chance against the Nobody.

Soon after, he turned slightly sideface, and pointed the pistol towards a new comer.

“I’ll give ya thirty seconds to back down kid. I’m in a good enough mood, but ya try anything, you’ll end up just like these five.”

As he finished speaking, a small groan was heard under him. Right, he forgot about that one.