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Spooky Scary Skeleton (And Other Friends) [Closed]
Who: Frisk, Papyrus, Baiken, Kuja, and Chara
When: All throughout October
Where: The spookiest of spookplaces in Vaikuntha
What: Frisk gets a'exorcisin', and they call on a few friends to help out.
Warnings/Notes: General fun spoopiness, will tag further as needed
Frisk was always a fan of haunted house rides. At least when the staff wasn't chewing them out for sneaking in. The real thing, surprisingly, wasn't all that more creepy, and definitely more cute. At least sometimes.
[OOC: Separate toplevels for separate quests.]
When: All throughout October
Where: The spookiest of spookplaces in Vaikuntha
What: Frisk gets a'exorcisin', and they call on a few friends to help out.
Warnings/Notes: General fun spoopiness, will tag further as needed
Frisk was always a fan of haunted house rides. At least when the staff wasn't chewing them out for sneaking in. The real thing, surprisingly, wasn't all that more creepy, and definitely more cute. At least sometimes.
[OOC: Separate toplevels for separate quests.]
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Frisk looks at the moogle blankly, cogs clearly turning as they decipher its speech. They ultimately turn to Papyrus and shrug.
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Still, the Moogle's request seems simple enough. Listen to a story? Free a troubled spirit? Once the initial shock wears off, Papyrus cracks an enormous grin. "WHY, OF COURSE! WE'D GLADLY HEAR YOUR STORY!!!"
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And so the moginer begins his tale. Taking the albatross from around his neck and presenting it to his unwilling audience, he speaks in a low, mournful drone.
"This is a st'ry of how, through mine own owneth folly,Ii didst causeth the deaths of many, kupo.
"Years ago, ov'r a flote halcyon and frozen, an albatross did guide us home ev'ry journey. T'wast nearly w'rshipp'd by us, an eidolon in its owneth right, kupo.
"Yet, one fateful night, at which hour the fog hath drawn ov'r the ocean in a deathly drear, and I hadst gone a did bite too deep into the nut supplies and wast a wee did bite peckish, I didst spoteth the bird, kupo.
"In mine own arrogance and inebriation, I hath killed the albatross with mine own harpoon. Minutes aft'r, the first of us kicked the bucket of kupo nut ov'rdose.
"The rest hath followed in m're hours, kupo." The moginer is interrupted by the fog's parting and ice melting, revealing a rotting ship floating on calm sea. Ghostly moogles gamble on its deck as the ship draws nearer. "There! There do my crewmates gamble with mine own soul as retribution for my foolishness! I beg of thee, play with them and free me, kupo!"
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As the story goes on, though, he starts to shiver and wince. It's... not a happy tale. Not by a longshot. The bird's fate certainly doesn't help. But when the spooky ship sails close, it's enough to bring out those googly eyes in full force.
Then he raises a finger. "A QUESTION. WHAT HAPPENS IF WE LOSE?"
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"Got it," Frisk says, cutting the ghost off. "We'll do it." Despite the fact that they look just as terrified as Papryus, there was no way they weren't going to do this. Sure, they were scared as all hell, and sure this whole deal sounds kinda sketchy, but... Vaikuntha was their chance to be a hero. It was even in the job description. They couldn't just leave this poor ghost moogle in the lurch.
So, with quaking legs, Frisk crosses the plank, shooting a glance behind them to make sure Papyrus is following.
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Once they reach the other side, he shakily points to the ghosts. It's fine. Nothing to worry about. "GREETINGS, SPIRITS! WE HAVE COME TO CHALLENGE YOU IN ORDER TO FREE THAT POOR MOOGLE'S SOUL!!!"
Hopefully this wouldn't backfire.
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Oh. That was always an option. They might not have a microwave, but Frisk did have the next best thing. Gaining some confidence back, they return the spiritual sailors' smiles with a sharky smirk of their own.
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What's the worst that could happen, really?
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The dice fall from Frisk's hands, landing, rolling, and eventually settling on... perfect boxcars. "Read 'em and weep," Frisk says, kicking back and putting their hands behind their head.
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Well, no matter! He can do this without resorting to cheating. Hopefully.
Shutting his eyes, he takes the dice and gives them a good shake. Luckily, he lands an eleven! Maybe not quite as great as Frisk's roll, but nothing to sneeze at either.
And so he heaves a sigh of relief and settles back down.
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