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There's No Place Like Traumabonding for the Holidays
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!
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Yeah, I get that, but I'm still trying to deal with a problem I've had since before the kidnapping.
[Flowey gets the pencil ready to write.]
I figured making a list of this stuff might be able to help me. I need your name, which I already know, your place of origin, where you were kidnapped to, and the individual that lead the whole thing, to start. That's all I'll write down.
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[Still not something he likes, but he can put that aside for now, he supposes.]
Well, I'm from Camden Town, which is a part of a city called London, which is in a country called England. We were in a school called the Ira Academy, in a place called Closet Land. And the person who put it all together called himself Father, who I think was one of the seven kings of Closet Land, and I'm still not convinced he wasn't a demon of some kind, since he had fire powers.
[That's a good amount of details, right?]
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Now, this part you may not like so much, I don't know, but...
I need to to describe your feelings. Everything about how you felt about your time there. This won't be written down, but it still may help me.
[Now, why would this flower be asking such a strange and obtrusive question?]
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Is that...really necessary? I don't know how telling you about my feelings could help. Especially when they should be...pretty obvious, I think.
[As far as he's concerned, feelings about something like that should be universal.]
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I don't have a SOUL. I'm incapable of feeling things like compassion or emotions myself normally. so I'm trying to learn how to make my own.
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[What a way to be so thoroughly proven wrong.]
Well, then...it was scary, being there. The threat of death constantly making me feel like I should have second, third, and even fourth thoughts about anything I did. And even if things weren't deadly at the very start, I still felt afraid because, well. I was in a whole new environment, surrounded by people I'd never met before, and were like nothing I had ever met. And while most of them were still good people, I was still nervous because...well, I could only know they were good people when I really knew them. I couldn't be certain until then.
Does that make sense? Is all of this making sense so far?
[He is. Very new. In terms of teaching a flower how to empathize.]
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I... yes, it makes sense.
[Flowey would try to imagine himself in that position, but he can't. He mentally cannot experience fear. In reality, he's only asking what Dylan felt as to gather data to try a new way of experiencing feelings.]
Golly, I honestly wish I could put myself in your position... Though unfeelingness does have some advantages, I'd very much like to find out a way for me to feel again. I haven't been able to for thousands of years.
[And before Dylan can ask what he means...]
I wasn't always a flower. I was a monster, but I died and my essence, my dust, fell onto a bed of buttercups. Years later, a scientist tried using the flower I am as a vessel for SOULs in order to try and break a magical barrier. To do that, she injected loads of determination into it. That was what bought me to life, and it all happened before the kidnapping murdercity.
...When a monster dies, their SOUL dissolves into nothingness. Along with my SOUL went my empathy and compassion and ability to feel things.
...
And then stuff happened and I finally was able to break the barrier, releasing monsters to the human world and achieving my Golden Ending.
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Knowing what it's like to die, only to come back in a way that should be impossible.
Well. He's still not happy with this. But not for the reasons he felt before.]
I'm...I'm sorry, that you had to go through all that. Dying, becoming nonexistent, only to come back and have to live without a soul for so long. Even if you got a happy ending in helping people, it still sounds...unpleasant.
And-if that doesn't mean much, with however all of this soul stuff works, then...just know that...I'm not going to bring it up if you don't want to talk about it.
[That's reasonable enough, right? Something smart or wise? He hopes it is. This is the most he's ever felt out of his element since waking up in the horrible school, and it's making his stomach twist into knots with anxiety.
Better switch the topic-speaking of that school.]
Do you need to hear more emotions? 'Cause it wasn't just fear, there.