[He wakes up, and the fire's still going. Good. He breathes out through his nose, a slow, ponderous exhalation, and sits up, combing sand from his hair. He wants a smoke, now more than fucking ever, though a cup of coffee would do in a pinch. A shame he's going to have to make do without either.]
[Things prowling about in his dreams never did bode well. This is, in all likelihood, gonna suck down the road.]
[Lucky him.]
[He shouldn't be surprised to discover he isn't the only one awake. Insomnia's a hell of a beast, after all. But the tension claws at his shoulders regardless - an old instinct, picked up from the nights when he would open his eyes and discover that he wasn't quite alone in the room.]
[The thing they dislike most about the dream was Frisk's presence. The moment they awake, they're checking on their Partner- not difficult to do, when two children curl up in a cozy hammock. They should have been awake; they should have been watching.
If this was going to be a common occurrence, then perhaps it was best to start considering a more permanent place of residence. Something secure.
With a lock against both beast and man.
Entirely unsettled, Chara slips out of the hammock, zipping it up behind them as they leave Frisk to what appears to be a peaceful rest. Sitting down by the fire, it's not surprising when Tim awakens not even five minutes later, looking as haggard as before they'd bid him goodnight- earlier that evening.]
Greetings. Did you enjoy our little interlude? [Their tone doesn't hide the fact that they didn't, not at all.]
[Sleep is just kind of a fantasy construct at this point. He's pretty sure a good night's sleep is some kind of cryptid on par with Mothman; he just wishes Jay had spent his time chasing something like that instead of mysterious childhood nightmares.]
[What ifs and maybes don't get anyone anywhere. Not unless you have the power to implement them.]
[And he doesn't.]
[He huffs. They can already pick up on his answer, he's pretty sure.]
Yeah, it was a fun time. Really enjoyed that.
[But if it gets them somewhere, he'll take it. And what's more is that he's still got a warning fresh in his mind.]
[A mouse monster. Sounds like they ran into someone similar. And - another two from their world. Which brings him to the point he, unfortunately, has to consider. The other could cause some problems. They don't specify, but there's a knot in his stomach regardless.]
Apparently. [His tone is arid enough to desiccate oceans.] Our mutual acquaintance said he's got a mark out for any humans that come his way. Guess he's not too fond of them on principle.
[He doesn't contest that. Not the pronoun, not the definitive assumption of blame on their own shoulders, surpassing Frisk entirely. He'd hardly be the right person to press semantics.]
Figured it might be best if we all steer clear. [Frisk especially.] I dunno if he's the type to attack on sight, but...
[Why should they be worried? No reason for undue concern over one monster. Monsters are easy, right? The right intent is enough to cut any of them down.]
[And god, does he hate that he knows that.]
[He sweeps a hand through his hair, combing the sweat-stained drape of it back.]
We dunno what he might've picked up between then and now.
[Maybe he's preaching to the choir - but poking a sleeping dragon just because you can doesn't always bode well. He's relatively sure it won't come to that, not without some serious catalysts. But there's a very small pool of people who could.]
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[Things prowling about in his dreams never did bode well. This is, in all likelihood, gonna suck down the road.]
[Lucky him.]
[He shouldn't be surprised to discover he isn't the only one awake. Insomnia's a hell of a beast, after all. But the tension claws at his shoulders regardless - an old instinct, picked up from the nights when he would open his eyes and discover that he wasn't quite alone in the room.]
...hey.
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If this was going to be a common occurrence, then perhaps it was best to start considering a more permanent place of residence. Something secure.
With a lock against both beast and man.
Entirely unsettled, Chara slips out of the hammock, zipping it up behind them as they leave Frisk to what appears to be a peaceful rest. Sitting down by the fire, it's not surprising when Tim awakens not even five minutes later, looking as haggard as before they'd bid him goodnight- earlier that evening.]
Greetings. Did you enjoy our little interlude? [Their tone doesn't hide the fact that they didn't, not at all.]
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[What ifs and maybes don't get anyone anywhere. Not unless you have the power to implement them.]
[And he doesn't.]
[He huffs. They can already pick up on his answer, he's pretty sure.]
Yeah, it was a fun time. Really enjoyed that.
[But if it gets them somewhere, he'll take it. And what's more is that he's still got a warning fresh in his mind.]
...you meet anyone, uh, noteworthy?
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[A smile; as always, it's not a very happy thing.]
One of them doesn't appear to be too much trouble; she has no idea who I am, at the least.
The other could cause some problems.
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[He grimaces.]
...robot?
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[Hilarious. Right?]
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[The correct pronoun would be 'we', but there's no need to drag Frisk into this.]
So no, I would imagine he's not fond of them in the slightest.
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Figured it might be best if we all steer clear. [Frisk especially.] I dunno if he's the type to attack on sight, but...
[But, fuck.]
[These kids got enough to deal with as it is.]
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[Though, that's hardly going to stop them smiling, is it? In fact, they seem almost cheerful, adding onto their words like some kind of afterthought.]
Should the worst occur, it's not as if he's any sort of challenge.
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[And god, does he hate that he knows that.]
[He sweeps a hand through his hair, combing the sweat-stained drape of it back.]
We dunno what he might've picked up between then and now.
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[And one hit from them to take him down.]
Again, we're getting ahead of ourselves. At this point, the ball is in his court.
We can only wait to see if he is stupid enough to serve it.
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[Maybe he's preaching to the choir - but poking a sleeping dragon just because you can doesn't always bode well. He's relatively sure it won't come to that, not without some serious catalysts. But there's a very small pool of people who could.]
[He knows that full well.]
Does he know either of you are here?