Spooky Scary Skeleton (And Other Friends) [Closed]

[sassafrisk]

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.]

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[acapriciousreaper]

Kuja pauses at Frisk's words, and some of that seems to fade. "Well. Yes, that's much more reasonable, obviously I wasn't going to jump straight to indiscriminate casting of Fira that would be, ah. Wrong." He clears his throat, before stepping up to mount the dragon once more.

"Don't... don't think anything of it. Consider it a gift, from one failed creation to another."

[sassafrisk]

Something about the way Kuja said that made Frisk think otherwise, but they'll remain from commenting. For now. They don't even raise a skeptical eyebrow! Look at this paragon of self-restraint!

Frisk and Frankenmog climb up on top of Opalescence, although the moogle displays some understandable misgivings before getting on.

[acapriciousreaper]

In spite of the intimidating appearance of such a beast, Opalescence allows herself to be mounted without complaint, taking off a moment later with practiced smoothness, circling back towards Kuja's home. It's probably much less unpleasant than Frankenmog's monster had ever expected.

And, before long, it ends, the silver dragon landing softly on the lawn, lowering herself to the ground. "Frisk," Kuja says, quietly, as he gets off. "It's quite late. Do you have a means of returning home?"

[sassafrisk]

Frisk nods. "Yeah, I should be able to make the midnight airship to the Center." They pause, thinking carefully about the next thing they say. "Look, I don't know what happened to you before you came here, and it's none of my business. But even if it was, it doesn't matter now. What matters is that you're here, and none of us give a damn about who you were back on your home world. Because whether you like it or not, you're friends with a lot of people. Including me, if that wasn't already painfully obvious." Frisk gives him a subdued smile, quite unlike the reckless brazen smirks they plaster on their face quite often. Saluting Kuja, they turn back, jogging towards the airship station.

***

The next morning, Frankenmog is gone. But in his room is a pile of old, leatherbound books and a note.

Sir Kuja,

I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. Truly, leaving you some of my most prized literature is the least I can do. Unfortunately, I cannot do anything more, since I am not long for this world. In truth, I died many, many years ago, after a struggle with my creator and many years in a world that was nothing but cold and hostile to me. Neither can I say my death was undeserved, for as many terrible things my creator did to me, I repaid him back in kind several times over. He created my life, yet I ruined his, and that is a grave sin no matter the true nature of the man. So my spirit wandered Vaikuntha for several years, stewing in my own hate and rage. Had it gone on for much longer, I fear that I would've become an even greater monster.

But the kindness you and your young companion showed me changed all that. It reminded me of all the good things people have done for me before I died, giving me shelter, conversation, and even solace occasionally. For as many people that would kill those such as ourselves for the simple act of existing, there is an equal, if not greater, amount that would accept us and give whatever help they could provide. I beg of you that if you remember nothing else of me, remember that lesson, for it was one I was sorely in need of learning before I passed on. Now unburdened by my hate, I am now free of this plane, and although I regret I was not given more time to get to know you, I admit finally moving on to whatever is beyond has given me some measure of peace.

Regards,
Adamog

[acapriciousreaper]

A friend? That's... new. He's too good at reading people to discount it, too good at spotting the lies and the social niceties and the Kuja my old friend how have you beens to think it's anything but genuine. The idea is almost patently absurd. He nods, stiffly, and goes inside. There's an almost-robotic showing of the moogle to the spare room, blanket and pillows provided. And the whole time, one poisonous thought echoes in the back of his mind.

Would they still proclaim friendship if they knew just how much of a monster you are?

He's still awake, when the morning comes. It's Mojito who rouses him, pulls him out of the shower, the hot water long since gone. Prods him until he eats something, prods him more until he drags himself into bed, and when he finally wakes up and reads the letter he even has enough energy to pretend it doesn't slip a blade between his ribs and twist.