#softlyspokenunderground

While Clover prepared himself, Vile eagerly answered the door, swinging it open with a wide smile on his face. He seemed quite excited about this little outing. He yelled, as he typically does, “HEEEEY! GOING OUT TODAY--” He paused and looked over Dolere. “--NICE SHIRT. SHOULD CLOVER BE DRESSING UP LIKE YOU TOO?”

Vile grinned and tilted his head. Seemed more like date wear than casual-friend-outing-wear to him. Vile wasn’t entirely sure himself, but he was a little more than just slightly curious now. Before Vile could poke and prod at Dolere some more, Clover shuffles up to the door.

“Sorry, were you here long? I forgot that I don’t really have much in the way of clothing, so I’ll go as I am.” He was not wearing anything different than he usually does. Black coat, black pants, black shoes, white turtle neck. High fashion.

“Shouldn’t be a problem though if we’re going to Grillby’s, right?”

Vile shook his head and moved to the side to allow Clover to exit the house. 

“YOU’LL BE FINE. GRILLBY’S IS A RELAXED ENVIRONMENT, SO NO WORRIES.”

“Ah... Yes. Of course. Anyway, thank you for letting--” Clover coughed, then corrects himself, “--If you need me for anything just call or text me. I have my phone.”

He presented his phone to Vile, then pocketed it away. Vile nodded approvingly and pat him on the shoulder.

“RIGHT. I DOUBT ANYTHING WILL HAPPEN HERE SO JUST ENJOY YOURSELVES, EH?”

Clover hummed and quietly nodded, then walked past Vile, exiting the house. Vile smiled again.

Continued from [X]

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Vile stops slithering toward Dolere and sputters, crossing his arms.

“WH-- I DIDN’T DO THAT! IF I KNEW I COULD BRIGHTEN THE PLACE UP I WOULD HAVE DONE SO BEFORE YOU POPPED UP.”

Vile mutters to himself in a variety of beeps, boops, and other strange things similar to the noises he made earlier. He’s not entirely pleased that the monster did not introduce himself, but he overlooks it for now and moves on.

“YOU’RE IN THE VOID. WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS. A PLACE WHERE THE ERASED AND FORGOTTEN GO. AS FOR HOW I GOT HERE... I’LL KEEP IT SHORT. THIS IS MY SECOND IMPRISONMENT HERE, THANKS TO SOME FACELESS JERK THAT DECIDED TO TOSS ME IN LIKE A DIRTY PAIR OF SOCKS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN I’LL BE ABLE TO LEAVE, BUT I’M SURE IT’LL BE SOON.” He pauses, then mumbles, “Hopefully...”

He takes a look around himself as well, keeping his eyes open for any other beings.

There’s cold silence for a few moments before the voice speaks again, it’s tone unchanged.

“THAT’S-- THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL SAY! OR WOULD SAY IF IN THIS POSITION! I-I DON’T THINK--”

A crash, then a tumble, and the nearby closet doors swing open. A dark figure rolls out and lays there on the floor, frozen. Two white pupils stare up at Dolere and the bones surrounding him begin to shudder. Clover silently cursed at himself for being so clumsy. He should have hidden under the bed instead. His voice, now timid and soft, manages to find it’s way out.

“I-I...”

Any confidence he had wilted away now that he was in view. He didn’t consider himself as being a very imposing monster. Hard on the eyes, yes, but hardly scary. At the moment he found himself embarrassed and foolish. Surely this other monster would take advantage of this now... He had to toughen up! He breathes in and quickly stands.

“D-Don’t... Don’t move! If you do, I’ll--”

Dust him? No. He couldn’t. Wouldn’t. And what if he was telling the truth? It’d be doubly worse if he did kill him. His hands(?) shake and he slides closer to Dolere, clearly frightened as he tries to keep eye contact with the taller monster. He didn’t know what to do. Anxiety begins to build and he glances around himself, breathing increases and he raps his weird looking donut hands against his head. Anxious, scared, and frustrated. Why can’t he decide on anything? If they were there, they’d know what to do.

Then the bones disappear and he pleads with Dolere. “Don’t steal anything. D-Don’t. Don’t do anything bad.”

[Text]: It’s cause he has legs and it’s really weird. He’s been strutting around with them all day. 

[Text]: I wanted to let you know that I now have a feline in my possession, if you decide to visit at some point. He is...large.

[Text]: Hi Dolere! I’m doing really well.

[Text]: Someone left me a huge plushie! It’s so nice.

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PEACHES AND I WERE DRUNK WHEN THIS HAPPENED. WE WERE SMACKING EACH OTHER UPSIDE THE HEAD AND TRYING TO CHEW OFF THE CORKS AND CAPS OF OUR BOTTLES OFF. WE WERE WASTING OUR TIME JUST WILLING THINGS INTO THE VOID, AND OF ALL THINGS, IT WAS ALCOHOL. I ALMOST MISS BEING ABLE TO GET DRUNK...

ANYWAY, SO I GET THIS BRIGHT IDEA THAT IF WE COULD WILL ALL OF THIS STUFF IN, WE COULD WILL OURSELVES OUT OF THE VOID. PEACHES LAUGHED AT ME AND I THINK I RECALL HIM THROWING SEVERAL CAPS AND CORKS AT ME, BUT HE DECIDED TO TAKE PART IN THIS. WE TRIED WILLING SOMETHING THAT COULD TEAR A HOLE IN REALITY, BUT WE KEPT BRINGING IN RANDOM SHIT. FROM RUBBER DUCKIES TO MACHINERY.

EVENTUALLY WE JUST GAVE UP AND STARTED MESSING WITH THE MACHINES WE MANAGED TO WILL INTO THE VOID. I WANTED TO GET SOMETHING MADE THAT WOULD WARM UP THE PLACE A BIT, BUT IT WOULDN’T WORK. SO I START POUNDING IT WITH A WRENCH AND PEACHES STUMBLES OVER TO TELL ME TO STOP FUCKING AROUND. NEXT THING WE KNOW, THE MACHINE WHIRRS TO LIFE AND EVERYTHING AROUND US JUST BREAKS. WE THOUGHT WE MADE THINGS WORSE AND THAT WE’D BE DOUBLE ERASED OR SOMETHING, BUT IT RIPS OPEN A WAY OUT AND SUCKS US INTO EXISTANCE. I THINK THERE WAS SOME OTHER INTERACTION THAT HAPPENED THAT ALLOWS US TO TRAVEL IN AND OUT OF THE VOID TOO... BUT WHATEVER.

Their first impression of your muse: He wanted to break all of his limbs and watch him writhe in pain.

Current impression: He has learned that he isn't as bad as he thought he was. The fact that he didn't abandon him in the freezing cold was enough for him to see that. He expects more jerk-like behavior, but he'll tolerate it better now. Maybe.

Are they attracted to your muse?: He thinks Dolere is pretty cool looking!

Something they find frightening about your muse: He's afraid that he may hurt Clover somehow, and if anyone hurts Clover, Vile will hurt them. No one hurts the bean.

Something they find adorable about your muse: His giant tail. Seeing him almost stumble over it that one time still amuses him.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Vile is meeting a lot of people he'd die for despite only knowing little about them... Yes. He would, if only for Clover.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: He wouldn't mind another hangout. Perhaps an outing to the local bar!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: "SMART."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: That would depend on what Dolere does and says.