YOUR HEART IS BURNT WHITE [★] O, NIGHTMARES

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    exhausted.
    thats how you feel right now. tired, sick, and frustrated. these feelings.. they weigh you down, burdening your soul, one thats already weak from damage dealt by others. after several nights of keeping awake, by now you crave sleep. you need it desperately but you're scared, and for good reason. lately, frequently, you're dreams are being haunted by boogeymen, harassed by nightmares. you're sick of waking up in a sweat, a sob caught in your throat, and fear breathing down your neck. its hellish on nights like those, an artic chill rattling your bones, and you are always, always shaking, gasping for breath— but you never remember why. as soon as the sleep empties your eyes, the horrid dream evaporates, but the impression is made. in your sleep, the dream is as vivid as reality— solid, memorable, real— but outside of it everything is gone, phantom pain, and the only traces of it ever occurring are the now-soiled sheets that you have to strip off of the mattress, and the indention the ghostly dream made on your mind. crashing onto the mattress, you shove your face into your pillow, eyes squeezing shut as you hope for a good night. you just want to sleep, and before you can express this desire any longer, unconsciousness snatches you up. the nightmares are on you in an instant.


    "gooooood morning, toy!"
    a voice chimes, hyper per usual, and it feels as if somebody has dumped a bucket of ice down your backside because you recognize it, and it scares you. you crouch down, ears flattening against your head as you attempt to place it, label the voice with a face and name. its a girl, and whoever she is, she is laughing. at what you dont know. you dont want to know. a sudden, sharp pressure in your forepaws pulls you down, and you are jerked forward. chains bite into your wrists, stinging, and the fur has somehow already been rubbed raw, a blotch of reddish pink skin flashing a smile at you. you're heart lurches against your chest as you are dragged down to the floor, pinned, restrained. i cant move, you think, biting your lip til it bleeds, i cant move. adrenaline hits you hard, almost as hard as the fear that is eating you alive, and you want to cry— barely thirty seconds into the dream and already you are broken. you raise your head to scope out the area, hoping to get a handle on your surroundings, but there is only darkness, an inky stretch of black that blots your vision. it makes everything a thousand times worse for you, not being able to see or move, just wait. all you can do, all you can do is wait.


    another tinkle of laughter, mad laughter, broken laughter, and every hair on your pelt rises when a paw rests on your hindfoot, thrumming against your pads. your heart tightens, and suddenly with a burst of intuition, you know where you are. the exiles, in a cave, in her cave, and suddenly, you know what is going to happen. you start to cry, but the kitsune doesnt care. she is slow, careful, a dark blond paw creeping up the side of your leg, and you jerk back, your breathing panicky because you dont want this. memories come flooding back. bad, horrible, awful memories, memories of what she did to you. what shes going to do again. you cry harder, tears crystallized fear, pouring out of you. no, not again, not again, not again. you dont want this, not this, not again. she, moge-ko, doesnt care about what you want though— right here, right now, its all about her and what she wants. and she wants you.


    [SHORT RAPE MEMORY TW - KINDA GRAPHIC, PLEASE SKIP IF YOU THINK YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED] she hovers, leaning over you, and hot air blows in your ear. you freak out, jumping up from beneath her, or trying to, a wheezing, haggard noise whistling past your lips. moge ko, or dream moge-ko, shoves you back down with little effort, overpowering you easily, and you are the embodiment of scared by now. high pitched keening shatters your ear drums, your brain pounds, your heart accelerates, and when she lowers her forepaw somewhere it shouldnt be, you scream, and scream and scream. no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! nothing has happened yet— she hasnt done anything, but you are screaming anyway. you know its coming, its coming, and you are crying and screaming and thrashing because its all you can do.[ENDS]


    meanwhile, your dream has affected your body in the present. your voice has risen to a distorted scream, perfectly in sync with the shrieks in your infested nightmare, and you are crying and thrashing about as well. someone might have to shake you awake.


    [ ahh this is a mess ha whoops but um!! quick note- frisk is screaming/crying/tossing in their sleep, and if anybody tries to wake them itll probably affect their dream thing. also they might punch out somebody when they do wake up so. ]

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    [spoiler=AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER / ✦ / 1/4][size=8]GENERAL EVERY INCH OF ME IS CHARRED
    ✦ frisk | nonbinary [they/them]
    ✦ single | ½ of charisk | soul bond with gordon [undiscovered]
    ✦ npc x npc | adopted by imperiousdevotions
    ✦ considers artpop and sans their parents | uses the donatella surname
    ✦ physically a child | mentally a child | CREATION DATE: 12/5/15
    ✦ fear of water [intense]; fear of being touched [mild]
    ✦ selective mutism | knows and uses sign language often [ "SIGNING" ]
    ✦ schizophrenic | primarily medicated with xanax
    ✦ shadowclan | [abbr=phantomclan poltergeist (HP), shadowclan vanguard (HP), remnant initiate (sHP), windclan honorguard (HP), windclan head medic (HP)]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | trailblazer title
    ✦ loyal to [u]people    , not groups
    — last saving point
    victoria chase's room


    PHYSICAL GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HEART
    ✦ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/current] | HEALTH:90%[/i]
    — lithe, fuzzy cinnamon brown shepherd puppy. baby chub, kinda plump. golden flowers line left cheek, briefly lurk inside the left side of jaw, and trail down to collarbone. pale yellow glowing eyes (usually closed). packs boiling, blistering body heat, like a severe fever. purple and pink striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack. [X]
    — injuries: scar along neck, shielded by flowers. soft, fading bruises recieved from victoria.


    PERSONALITY I'M ABOUT TO FALL APART
    ✦ INFP | All Loving Hero | The Determinator | The Cutie
    — determined, quiet, altruistic, escapist, sarcastic, protective, self-deprecating
    — friendly, peaceful, anxious, lonely, impressionable, merciful, openminded
    — will not fight, will not kill, will not harm another creature. even if that means they must die and die and die again, continually reanimating and trying once more, they will do it. mercy is the only option they'll allow. they won't necessarily always stop people from attacking others, but they won't partake in it themself. they place others before themself at all times, can often seem like a pushover. loving, affectionate demeanour, total cuddle buddy. likes giving gifts. uses their cute appearance to their advantage, but not cruelly so. not manipulative. mostly nice. true neutral.


    CONFRONTATION AGAIN, AGAIN
    ✦ attack in #F7E0B1 | physically medium | mentally super easy
    ✦ formerly trained by sans and holydove
    ✦ studies medicine | knows some self defense
    ✦ will show mercy | dodges most attacks, roleplayer is using a randomizer
    ✦ might run if challenged | [i]rarely     fights back
    ✦ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    ✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, the sight, time travel

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    Nightmares.
    Distortions of the mind.
    You always had them, as you were insecure about yourself. When was the last time you had an actual dream, then a nightmare? Even when you were awake you were living in a nightmare. Living was your fear, your nightmare. That fear had never been fully vanquished, as you thought about it constantly. Why was it only you that had to be reborn countless times? Wasn't there someone else out there that should undergo the same suffering and misfortune? The thought progressed in your mind over and over again. It was as if you were a broken clock, trying to hang on to the world. The world that kept you thrashing, the world that beat you, and the world that tried to show you love. Of course all of this made your heart cold, shutting anyone out before they got to know you. The result:
    unbearable isolation.


    Here you were awakened by screaming, which you had though was your own. Normally you thrashed and kicked, or screamed in your sleep. That was the whole reason why you stopped sleeping in the first place. Sleeping was no longer required for you, as eating was no longer required for you as well. Usually you would dismiss it, but you knew that screaming from memory. The same person who screamed when they killed the monsters, Frisk. Frisk was not a bad person, the opposite really. Someone might say the two of you were polar opposites. How could you be as kind as them? Everyone hated you, but you were used to that hatred. Well, you tried to cancel out the feeling, but... It lingered. Lingered for days, weeks, months, and eventually years. Hate, HATE, HATE. Naturally that feeling became apart of you, and so you began to hate everyone and everything, but not Frisk. You didn't know why. Every time you tried to do something bad to them, you were struck with regret. A need to say, "I'm sorry." You never said it though, not ever. Maybe it was because Frisk made you feel different.


    Then, you were in front of their crying, tossing, screaming body. The screams were hurting your ears, as you were too close. Fuck, what do I do? It's not like I care.. Right? Out of pure instinct did they bring their paw to Frisk's body, but hesitated before touching them. Why? What's making you cry? I suck at being "good", but... As long as your fine, Frisk. You laid down next to them, but not to the point were your bodies were touching. Physical affection with others freaked you out, which meant hugs and the like. You were on eye level, almost spooning, but not really. "Frisk wake up," you murmured in their ear, as you gently tried to wake them using your paw. If it didn't work you resulted to shaking while calling out their name.


    Who would have thought a demon child cared for another?

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    [spoiler=AND YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER / ✦ / 1/1][size=8]GENERAL THE TIME DRAWS NEAR
    ✦ chara | born female | nonbinary [they/them]
    ✦ single | ½ of charisk
    ✦ npc x npc | adopted by befriendingdemons "lucien"
    ✦ uses the varco surname
    ✦ adopted sibling to victoria chase
    ✦ physically a child | mentally a teen| CREATION DATE: 1/1/17
    ✦ fear of being alone [intense]; fear of love [mild]
    ✦ knows and rarely uses sign language [ "SIGNING" ]
    ✦ homicidal maniac | self harming
    ✦ shadowclan | [u][abbr=dead, a ghost, living child, husbando, waifu, ur mama, daddy, pun and meme trash, that one creepy kid]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | no titles
    ✦ what is "loyalty"
    — last saving point
    Inside a sunken ship, on the outskirts of RiverClan


    PHYSICAL GOD MUST PAY FOR ETERNITY
    ✦ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/current] | HEALTH: 5%
    — lithe, sturdy cinnamon brown shepherd puppy. malnourished, bones are showing. They have a knife hidden in their sweater. red eyes, glow when angry. packs subzero, freezing body heat, like a corpse. green and yellow striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack.
    — injuries: scar starting from the back of their head along neck to the left side of their chest. severe wound on their spine, bandaged up. soul is strong, so they are strong. broken ribs, as seen from malnutrition. Face appears to be in a permanent smile, due to the long knife wounds that cut deep into the edges of their lips.


    PERSONALITY TAKING AWAY MY LIFE
    ✦ ESTP | Berserk Button | Playing with the enemy | Affably Evil
    — determined, aggressive, sadistic, sarcastic, protective, masochist
    — non friendly, foreign, alert, lonely, proud, merciless, vengeful
    — will fight, will kill, will harm another creature. they have just been raised that way, it's kill or be killed.naturally kill, because they don't want to die. chara's top priority is making sure that they are alright, and nobody else. secretly they desire friends and others to lean on to, but they won't ever admit it. chaotic evil.


    CONFRONTATION AGAIN, AND AGAIN
    ✦ attack in #ff0000 | physically difficult | mentally medium
    ✦ trained by humans, and themselves
    ✦ studies poison | knows self defense
    ✦ no mercy | dodges most attacks, roleplayer is using a randomizer
    ✦ fights if challenged | [i]always     fights back
    ✦ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    ✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, super speed, time travel, conjuration

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    [font=arial]HOSTESSCUPCAKES

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    [font=arial][size=8][color=black]the king stands alone

    [/fancypost][size=4pt][color=transparent]space[fancypost bgcolor=#cccccc; bordercolor=#cccccc; borderwidth=1px; width: 392px; height: auto; padding-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 7px;][justify][size=9pt][color=black]oh this was not going to end well. that dude was gonna get their lights punched out if they kept touching the kid. approaching, the female sat down a foot or so away from the dreaming canine, well out of their reach. she would then attempt to establish a telepathic link to their mind - harmless, painless, and solely for the purpose of stopping the fucking screaming by talking to the kid.


    if they had allowed her to do so, she would begin by saying, [i][color=#bf0d0d]"calm yourself down. it's just a dream. you're not there anymore. you're safe here. come on, snap out of it." her tone was not accusatory or demanding, it was actually somewhat soft. yes, she was capable of such a feat. she hoped that by hearing her in their mind, it would help them come out of it more easily than shaking them would.


    she also just wanted the fucking screaming to stop. it was annoying.
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    [justify]//trigger warning for abuse and implied rape in the first paragraph; I don't go into too much detail, but just in case. ^^'


    Gordon was absolutely used to nightmares. They kept her up at night to the point she didn't want to go back asleep; she was too scared to. They always ended up being the same thing... Bill advancing on her and Billiam. Bill scarring her -- both mentally and physically. The dream demon often yelled about how her and Billiam were disappointments to him, how they should be much stronger than how they acted, how he would kill them if they didn't get their act together. Gordon didn't heed his warning as much as she should have, and Bill attacked her, leaving her with the curving scar on her stomach. Billiam luckily protected her from it getting any worse and they escaped.
    But at what cost? Bill was still here and he was still in this Dimension, still causing a ruckus. Would they ever be free from him? She didn't know. She was too afraid to find out.


    Gordon and Frisk's bond kicked in, shocking Gordon from her hiding spot under her bed. At first, she was convinced Billiam was in trouble, as they were the only two with a bond (that she was aware of). However, the emotions she felt were a lot different than the ones she felt when Billiam had something wrong with him.
    Frisk's screams echoed through the air, causing Gordon to tense up. Those were screams of pain, she knew -- no, they were definitely from fear. Gordon crawled out from under her bed, carrying a plush with her. Plushies always helped her and Billiam calm down, especially when one wasn't near the other. So long as it wasn't bright yellow, of course.


    Gordon's heart sped up as she neared Frisk's room, shoving her way through Hostesscupcake. It wasn't as if she meant to; it was an accident, in all honesty. Her only focus was getting to Frisk and to try to calm the other down. But it seemed Chara reached them first. Gordon didn't know Chara at all, nor did she believe Frisk ever mentioned them. Either way, she couldn't just shove them aside. What if Chara was as close to Frisk as she was with Billiam? Breaking that sort of bond had recasting effects, so Gordon simply came up beside Chara, biting her lip and shaking.


    "Fr-Frisk?" Gordon squeaked out after Chara spoke, though her voice was a lot quieter than the other's. Mostly because she was afraid right now, for both Frisk's mental health and her own. With their bond, it was almost as if their emotions were connected. Usually Gordon would be able to tell what was bothering Billiam by now, but something prevented that from happening with Frisk.
    Please wake up, Gordon pleaded mentally, lowering her body to the ground. You have to wake up. It was the only way to escape, even if it was brief. Once you woke up, someone would be there to comfort you.


    Or at least that's always what she told herself.
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    im assuming that once funhaus come he can enter their nightmare and work his magic, right?


    tags | updated 12/25

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height:97%; height: auto;font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify]Nightmares were something that Haiiro, like the others, was used to. They were the reason that his body was littered with scars, why he was able to go for days on end without sleep because he had once been too afraid to close his eyes. Now, he was slowly getting better, sometimes sleeping for a few hours within a 36 hour period instead of staying awake to the point of hallucination. With the removal of the eagle that had once perched upon his back, fused to his own spine, his nightmares had been occurring less often, but they were almost always worse. He was taking less injuries out of his sleep, but they now focused more on his family, hurting the ones he loved.


    Despite Haiiro beginning to get more sleep, it didn't mean that he was asleep when he heard Frisk's screaming, the sound piercing his ears as he lay awake, unable to close his eyes. Maybe it was premonition, or it was just a lack of tiredness that had kept him awake, but he was glad that he was able to react immediately when he heard the wailing.


    The canine-like hybrid rapidly got to his paws, shoving his way out of his own little room and to the ground, following the sound and the scent of others who had gone to make sure Frisk was okay. It seemed everyone cared for them, at least a little bit, and he couldn't blame them. Haiiro too cared for Frisk, both because Funhaus loved them, and because Frisk was so innocent. Haiiro felt the need to protect the other, something that he had never experienced with his own littermates. Maybe it had been because he was the weakest of his litter, the only one who couldn't defend himself well.


    Haiiro slipped into Frisk's room, finding that it was far more crowded than he anticipated, with everyone there. "Hey Frisk, it's time to get up now. You're safe, come on," the canine-like hybrid urged, not wanting to use telepathy even though he knew he could. He hated telepathy with a burning passion,hated how invasive it was, and so he spoke aloud instead, wanting Frisk to wake up from their horrible nightmare. He had no idea what they were dreaming of, but it couldn't have been good.


    information | updated 1/7

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    "frisk wake up."
    breath hisses into your ear, tousling the fur there, and you react, your chained paw pushing at moge-ko's face, while in reality it is actually CHARA who you are shoving against, or atleast trying to. wake up. wake up? you are awake, or atleast you think so. wide awake, adrenaline making your whole body vibrate and twitch, horror pressuring you to lash out in uncharacteristic bursts of violence. you cant.. cant sleep through something like this, right? how could anybody sleep through this? she wants you awake, though. she wants you to be awake through it all. impossibly, you cry harder, your movements becoming more frantic, more hectic. teeth snap at your eartip, tugging aggressively, and those screeches of yours aren't the least bit humane. its not animalistic either, its.. breaking between notes, hellish, the pitch flicking back and forth, unable to decide on the appropriate volume of fear to express.


    and then there is a voice in your head, one that sides in with your captor, telling you its all a dream. somewhere in your mind, you want to agree with it, believe it. but you cant, you cant when shes right here on top of you, "NO!" the first words you've emitted since this nightmare started, and it comes out rough and choked, vocals raw from all the screaming you've been doing prior. the voice is lying, shes lying. liar, liar pants on fire. if it was a dream, then why does it feel so real? why is it so real?


    other voices are jumping in too, but you cant focus anymore, cant think straight, and when she presses her weight down on you again, its like an alarm. your body is pushed into a spasm of panic, and you promptly beat your tiny paws, now fists, against everything and anything resting in your vicinity.

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    [spoiler=AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER / ✦ / 1/4][size=8]GENERAL EVERY INCH OF ME IS CHARRED
    ✦ frisk | nonbinary [they/them]
    ✦ single | ½ of charisk | soul bond with gordon [undiscovered]
    ✦ npc x npc | adopted by imperiousdevotions
    ✦ considers artpop and sans their parents | uses the donatella surname
    ✦ physically a child | mentally a child | CREATION DATE: 12/5/15
    ✦ fear of water [intense]; fear of being touched [mild]
    ✦ selective mutism | knows and uses sign language often [ "SIGNING" ]
    ✦ schizophrenic | primarily medicated with xanax
    ✦ shadowclan | [abbr=phantomclan poltergeist (HP), shadowclan vanguard (HP), remnant initiate (sHP), windclan honorguard (HP), windclan head medic (HP)]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | trailblazer title
    ✦ loyal to [u]people    , not groups
    — last saving point
    victoria chase's room


    PHYSICAL GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HEART
    ✦ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/current] | HEALTH:90%[/i]
    — lithe, fuzzy cinnamon brown shepherd puppy. baby chub, kinda plump. golden flowers line left cheek, briefly lurk inside the left side of jaw, and trail down to collarbone. pale yellow glowing eyes (usually closed). packs boiling, blistering body heat, like a severe fever. purple and pink striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack. [X]
    — injuries: scar along neck, shielded by flowers. soft, fading bruises recieved from victoria.


    PERSONALITY I'M ABOUT TO FALL APART
    ✦ INFP | All Loving Hero | The Determinator | The Cutie
    — determined, quiet, altruistic, escapist, sarcastic, protective, self-deprecating
    — friendly, peaceful, anxious, lonely, impressionable, merciful, openminded
    — will not fight, will not kill, will not harm another creature. even if that means they must die and die and die again, continually reanimating and trying once more, they will do it. mercy is the only option they'll allow. they won't necessarily always stop people from attacking others, but they won't partake in it themself. they place others before themself at all times, can often seem like a pushover. loving, affectionate demeanour, total cuddle buddy. likes giving gifts. uses their cute appearance to their advantage, but not cruelly so. not manipulative. mostly nice. true neutral.


    CONFRONTATION AGAIN, AGAIN
    ✦ attack in #F7E0B1 | physically medium | mentally super easy
    ✦ formerly trained by sans and holydove
    ✦ studies medicine | knows some self defense
    ✦ will show mercy | dodges most attacks, roleplayer is using a randomizer
    ✦ might run if challenged | [i]rarely     fights back
    ✦ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    ✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, the sight, time travel

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    It hurt like hell. Frisk kept pounding against your rib cage, over and over again. For a pacifist they sure knew how to lay it on someone. The sound of your ribs cracking even more, and the feeling of the bones prodding your insides even more so. In all it felt uncomfortable. DAMN IT! You were trying so hard not to punch Frisk the fucking hell awake, but at the same time you were rendered helpless. Maybe it was because both you and Frisk had talked to another, and comforted each other in the past. Okay maybe not you, but either way the two of you spent time with one another. That meant something, right?


    You didn't know how to comfort someone, nor of what to do in a situation like this. After one more pound from Frisk, you suddenly pulled them into a hug. That's what others did to comfort each other right? Of course, the sentiment was met with resistance as Frisk tried to pry out of your grip. Both of you had wrestled for dominance, until you held their arms down with a slick movement of your arm. Your head buried into their neck, hoping they would recognize your scent. One of your paws held Frisk's paw with gentleness. Something that no one would expect from someone like you, a monster. "Frisk, it's me Chara. Wake up, it's all but a bad dream." You whispered for only them to hear. The grip you had on them loosened a little, to show that you weren't going to hurt them.

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    [spoiler=AND YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER / ✦ / 1/1][size=8]GENERAL THE TIME DRAWS NEAR
    ✦ chara | born female | nonbinary [they/them]
    ✦ single | ½ of charisk
    ✦ npc x npc | adopted by befriendingdemons "lucien"
    ✦ uses the varco surname
    ✦ adopted sibling to victoria chase
    ✦ physically a child | mentally a teen| CREATION DATE: 1/1/17
    ✦ fear of being alone [intense]; fear of love [mild]
    ✦ knows and rarely uses sign language [ "SIGNING" ]
    ✦ homicidal maniac | self harming
    ✦ shadowclan | [u][abbr=dead, a ghost, living child, husbando, waifu, ur mama, daddy, pun and meme trash, that one creepy kid]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | no titles
    ✦ what is "loyalty"
    — last saving point
    Inside a sunken ship, on the outskirts of RiverClan


    PHYSICAL GOD MUST PAY FOR ETERNITY
    ✦ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/current] | HEALTH: 5%
    — lithe, sturdy cinnamon brown shepherd puppy. malnourished, bones are showing. They have a knife hidden in their sweater. red eyes, glow when angry. packs subzero, freezing body heat, like a corpse. green and yellow striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack.
    — injuries: scar starting from the back of their head along neck to the left side of their chest. severe wound on their spine, bandaged up. soul is strong, so they are strong. broken ribs, as seen from malnutrition. Face appears to be in a permanent smile, due to the long knife wounds that cut deep into the edges of their lips.


    PERSONALITY TAKING AWAY MY LIFE
    ✦ ESTP | Berserk Button | Playing with the enemy | Affably Evil
    — determined, aggressive, sadistic, sarcastic, protective, masochist
    — non friendly, foreign, alert, lonely, proud, merciless, vengeful
    — will fight, will kill, will harm another creature. they have just been raised that way, it's kill or be killed.naturally kill, because they don't want to die. chara's top priority is making sure that they are alright, and nobody else. secretly they desire friends and others to lean on to, but they won't ever admit it. chaotic evil.


    CONFRONTATION AGAIN, AND AGAIN
    ✦ attack in #ff0000 | physically difficult | mentally medium
    ✦ trained by humans, and themselves
    ✦ studies poison | knows self defense
    ✦ no mercy | dodges most attacks, roleplayer is using a randomizer
    ✦ fights if challenged | [i]always     fights back
    ✦ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    ✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, super speed, time travel, conjuration

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    [justify]As Frisk went on with their screams and started kicking Chara, Gordon jumped back a bit, fluffing her fur out in surprise. She stood still, watching Chara attempt to hug Frisk. What Chara spoke was true, but Frisk was acting as if she was awake. At least, Gordon didn't really lash out during her nightmares; she usually just cried and shook if Billiam wasn't around. Screaming was something that happened to, and usually if someone other than Billiam, Fayina, Arty, or Frisk tried helping her, she'd try to bury herself more under her bed to avoid confrontation. Trying to fight the one whom was trying to help her? She couldn't do that, regardless of how she felt. Hiding was the best option in her opinion. Billiam and Frisk were honestly the only ones she trusted enough to explain what happened; Fayina or Arty? She trusted them enough to just say she had a nightmare, and that was it. Billiam because he was her sibling, of course. Frisk... Frisk was complicated. Frisk was someone who always stood by her side, and always comforted her. Frisk understood.


    Artpop and Fayina understood and protected her as well, but Gordon wasn't comfortable enough to spill things out to them like she did with Frisk or Billiam; she did it once with Sans, but he shrugged her off after a while. Gordon never understood why, and it scared her to go near him after that. Gordon didn't want to risk that with Fayina and Artpop.


    Gordon said nothing else, and just watched with silence, fear coursing through her. Mostly for Frisk and how they were reacting, but also for Chara. What if they got seriously injured trying to help Frisk? What if Frisk didn't wake up, and was stuck in this nightmare-state?
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    cold.
    thats the first thought to penetrate your cloud of fear, diffusing with reality as chara's attempt at comfort manifests into your demon. moge-ko is cold, frigid, and when the vicious kitsune buries her head against the side of your neck, you break, falling limp in both your dream and reality. the shrieks have subsided, and now all you do is sob because you cant do this. you cant beat her, cant fight her advances. shes bigger than you, stronger and crueler too. you cant win, and you know that you cant, and so you cry, your entire build rattling with the effort.


    you cant wake up.

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    [spoiler=TRUTH IS LIKE A LOADED GUN / ★ / 1/9][size=8]GENERAL YOU DONT WANNA POINT THAT THING 'ROUND HERE
    ★ frisk | nonbinary [they/them]
    ★ single | ½ of charisk
    ★ soul bond with gordon
    ★ physically/mentally a child
    ★ adopted by imperiousdevotions, artpop, sans, and funhaus
    ★ selective mutism | knows/uses sign language [ "SIGNING" ]
    ★ shadowclan duskreacher [sHP] | [u][abbr=phantomclan poltergeist (HP), shadowclan vanguard (HP), remnant initiate (sHP), windclan honorguard (HP), windclan head medic (HP)]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | trailblazer title
    — last saving point
    funhaus' room


    PHYSICAL MAKE ALL OF YOUR SKELETONS APPEAR
    ★ GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/birth] | HEALTH: [i]99%
    — lithe, fuzzy cinnamon brown puppy. baby chub, kinda plump. golden flowers line left cheek, briefly lurk inside the left side of jaw, and trail down to collarbone. pale yellow glowing eyes (usually closed). packs boiling, blistering body heat, like a severe fever. purple and pink striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack. [X]
    — injuries: scar along neck, shielded by flowers.


    PERSONALITY THIS IS REAL LIFE
    ★ INFP | All Loving Hero | The Determinator | The Cutie
    — determined | open-minded | escapist | self-deprecating | forgiving | friendly
    — will not fight, will not kill, will not harm another creature. even if that means they must die and die and die again, continually reanimating and trying once more, they will do it. mercy is the only option they'll allow. they won't necessarily always stop people from attacking others, but they won't partake in it themself. they place others before themself at all times, can often seem like a pushover. loving, affectionate demeanour, total cuddle buddy. likes giving gifts. uses their cute appearance to their advantage, but not cruelly so. not manipulative. mostly nice. true neutral.


    CONFRONTATION AND YOU'VE BEEN LIVING FICTIONAL
    ★ attack in #F7E0B1 | physically/mentally super easy
    ★ formerly trained by sans and holydove
    ★ studies medicine | knows some self defense
    ★ will show mercy | dodges most attacks, randomizer in use
    ★ might run if challenged | [i]rarely     fights back
    ★ no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, the sight, time travel

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