There's No Place Like Traumabonding for the Holidays

[beebs]

HOLIDAY MURDERGAME WHERE ARE THEY NOW MEME



It's the hap-happiest season of all, and what better way to celebrate than by remembering that one (or more) horribly traumatic experience that permanently changed the face of not only your relationships but possibly your outlook on life itself?

Any character (including NPCs!) who's ever been in any murdergame is invited! Feel free to share with your friends!

Regardless of how you choose to use this meme, there's two blanket rules:
1) Make sure the header of your comment has your character's name, home canon, and murdergame listed. If you used the same account for several murdergames, you can use the same toplevel for all of them.
2) No blank comments! First and foremost this is a chance to catch up with old murdergame buddies, and maybe make new ones if you choose! Thus, your comment should go into whatever degree of detail you like describing what life has been like since the murdergame ended. Did life go back to normal? Did they get married? Have a kid? Move to another universe entirely and start over with their found family? Have they kept in touch? Go into as much detail as you want, just put something!

You can use this meme to set up any kind of "canon" or canon-compliant holiday threads with your castmates, big holiday party or no.

OR... you can pretend that there's an interdimensional all-murdergame nondescript winter holiday party that you've been invited to attend! Maybe the Curtains narrators made sure the Denny's was conveniently empty (don't mind the weird old guy in the woods out back), or maybe there was some other convenient arrangement. Either way, you received an invite, and you're here now! So spike the eggnog and check for mistletoe, because the night is probably going to get wild.

(If you're not down for one option or the other, just note that somewhere in your top-level.)

Have fun, and Happy Holidays!

Comments

Flowey | Undertale | AkudaMAX

[your_best_friend]

[So many people at the party. You may find people you know and meet entirely new people. And there's so much food and decoration! Look, someone even planted some nice flowers, including a buttercup! Though... this one appears to have a face. It's just silently observing the goings-on.]

[Or the unfamiliar flower very well may have popped up in front of you, holding a clipboard with paper on it with a vine.]

Alright, alright. Who are you, where did you get kidnapped to, and who was the man behind the murders?

[What a sudden interview!]

[Or maybe even the flower has grabbed a microphone and is trying to get everyone's attention.]

Howdy! Howdy, everyone! Little old me knows all of you want to continue mingling and talking, but why not we try something new? There's a little game I picked up after escaping from my little predicament called "Simon Says". Participation is mandatory.

Simon Says

[conways_retribution]

fuckin' shit- Hey, Flowey. That's not how it works. Gut feeling. _{[Of course, it's probably the case that nothing he says will stop the flower. You have no choice Jake, you must play the game to appease the almighty Simon.]}

Re: Simon Says

[your_best_friend]

[In response to that, Flowey merely smiles mischievously.]

Simon Says "Say I'm a big, fat baby!"

[Going straight for the trolling.]

1/2

[conways_retribution]

2/2

[conways_retribution]

_{[Is not doing the thing a disqualification condition for Simon Says? Or is it only doing things when Simon didn't say? He wants to lame it out to see if it's the former. But... Judging that it's Flowey...]}

...I'm a big fat baby.

[your_best_friend]

[Wonderful~! Flowey is cackling inside, but outside, he's just normal. You might not be able to catch any microexpressions, Jake, but you've been around him long enough to know that he's enjoying making you suffer like this.]

Good! Now... Simon says do a hand stand.

[conways_retribution]

<sub>[Okay, maybe he was athletic, but... a handstand?

Well, he got on his hands and knees and tried to kick his legs above his head and stay like that. But. Whoops. He flipped onto his back instead.]</sub>

[your_best_friend]

[More than just Jake managed to fail the handstand. They all get vines wrapped around them and casually tossed to the side. All except for Jake himself. Flowey locks eyes with Jake for a split second before moving on.]

Now jump in place once!

[The game Flowey might be playing with Jake may be an even crueler game the Usurper played.]

[conways_retribution]

_{[THIS IS HIS CHANCE, HE JUMPS IN PLACE ONCE]}

I'm out, I'm disqualified, Simon didn't say that! _{[YEAH HE CAN FULLY TELL FLOWEY IS JUST FUCKING WITH HIM IN PARTICULAR AND HE'S TRYING TO BAIL]}

[your_best_friend]

...

He's right, you all know! Simon never said~!

[With that, Flowey grabs a few more people with Vines, throwing them away. Jake isn't one of them. :P]

Now... let's see... Simon says... Cluck like a chicken and flap your arms like they're wings!

1/2

[conways_retribution]

_{[Does. Does that mean he's still in.]}

[conways_retribution]

Ahhrrrhh.

interview

[scribbly]

[This flower TALKS?!?! That fucking rules, are you kidding!! There is a childlike delight in Mary, even though she is a whole ass teenager now, and she gleefully crouches down to Flowey's height, sketchbook set on her knees.]

Mary, I dunno, Ronald McDonald.

[Notably, if Flowey cares to observe, there's something...off about Mary's SOUL. She looks human, for all intents and purposes, but her SOUL, though certainly not a monster's, isn't a human's, exactly, either. It tries to be, but it's not. It's artificial. A fabricated heart.

Also there's some mustard on it, somehow.]

Who are you and what's your favorite color?

Re: interview

[your_best_friend]

[Hmm... I N T E R E S T I N G~... A weird SOUL... Flowey does jot down the answers given to him on the piece of paper.]

I see, I see... I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower! And my favorite color is that of determination: Red.

[Flowey has no need for a SOUL, not since he's come to realize that he can make his own form of love and compassion and emotions... eventually... But this does intrigue Flowey enough.]

Say, what's up with your SOUL, Mary?

[scribbly]

[Mary begins HMMMM-ing at his answer as though taking this flower very seriously, opening her sketchpad to jot something down in return, although really she's just gone ahead and started doodling him. Though she has more questions, she pauses at his.]

My soul? What do you mean? [She seems genuinely confused—and then she squints.] Is this some kind of weird religious thing?

[your_best_friend]

No, not a religious thing. Why would it be?

I'm talking about your SOUL, the very culmination of your being.

[Hmm... The best way to explain would be to initiate a FIGHT.]

I can show you, if you're interested.

[scribbly]

Usually if someone starts talking about souls all of a sudden they're trying to give me a pamphlet.

[She seems dubious still, but in the way of someone who doesn't quite believe in magic being offered to see a trick—which isn't far off from where she's at, considering the complete lack of it in both her murdergame and her new life. But, like, this talking flower is pretty cool—he reminds her of the gallery—so whatever, right?]

Suuuuure?

[your_best_friend]

[And just like that, Flowey initiates a battle. There, Flowey can get a better look at Mary's SOUL. Interesting~.]

And there you have it! That floating heart-shaped object is your SOUL! I've never seen one quite like it!

[scribbly]

H-hey! What...

[what, if she may, the FRESH FUCKING HELL is going on

Wide-eyed, but more bewildered than really afraid, Mary looks around, trying and completely failing to gather her bearings. Her attention turns towards her SOUL, but she doesn't have a good enough sense of any of this to discern that there's anything odd about it beyond its existence. Except, uh, the obvious.]

...Is it because of the mustard?

[somehow she actually seems kind of upset about the mustard]

[your_best_friend]

Nope. Though, that's strange, too. Never seen a SOUL with mustard on it. Can I try licking it?

interview

[ichbindereinzelganger]

[Hey Flowey, you ever wanted to see a SOUL that's only partly kinda human and looking at it is akin to tripping balls?

Here you go. She is tilting her head a bit at this.]

I'm Halley, I wasn't kidnapped, and it depends on how you define "behind the murders". I did originally intend to kill everyone, at least.

[Like you do.]

[your_best_friend]

Oh, did you manage to kill at least one person only to get caught and then executed?

[Why is this flower asking with such enthusiasm?]

[ichbindereinzelganger]

[WHAT AN EXCELLENT QUESTION, TALKING FLOWER.

How to answer other than “well I am considered a mastermind, so really lots of people died”…]

Well, I technically couldn’t and didn’t kill one person by human standards. So I will go with that.

[your_best_friend]

Were you one of the ones who was murdered for some petty wish or pathetic attempt at coercion?

[ichbindereinzelganger]

No, thankfully, I wasn't murdered. I wasn't there at the time when the "game" happened.