Week 4.

[trustharder]

WEEK 4 And as the third week in the Vault comes to a close and the fourth week begins, the Survivors are once again down by two. Mion Sonozaki died on her own terms, and Yato died fulfilling his duty as God of Fortune in the best way that he knew how; the shrine built in the game room on Saturday stands in their memory. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not... Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible fourth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; even if the Kingmaker sounded a bit unhappy with you last weekend, the fact remains that you're still doing what you seem to have been brought here to do. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 21 SURVIVORS REMAINING: 20

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

What was it for then?

[ratingspoint]

My creator is...interested in someone. So I thought I would go see what the big deal was.

[...He spent the entire time he was there draped on her piano but you know what, Undyne was pretty okay.]

[captainobnoxious]

[He and his creator have similar tastes??]

How lucky that they lived nearby! So? Were they cool? Did they snail farm too?

[ratingspoint]

Oh my god, no. As hilarious as that mental image is!

She's that person I told you about before - the head of the Royal Guard.

[captainobnoxious]

So you person you said I was like, that apparently you didn't get along with.

[Heh.]

Well, now, look how that's turned out for you, bub. You're dating me.

[ratingspoint]

It's not like you are her.

[captainobnoxious]

I'm just saying maybe you and your creator have a little more in common than I thought, that's all.

[She's. Allowed to flirt. Right?? Teasey-flirt? That's what this is, maybe?]

Don't think I would've wanted to live in a place that's all wet though, the snow place is more my jam. You wouldn't stall in the cold, would you?

[ratingspoint]

Not at all! I was there really recently, actually - I was sent to go check on whatever that human thinks they're doing.

[captainobnoxious]

The thing that's not going well.

[She stays quiet for a moment, still playing idly.]

What did you mean when you said that? I mean, I kind of assumed the worst, but. What'd your scouting find?

[ratingspoint]

I don't know if I'd say it's the worst. It's...just not going well, that's all.

[...Mettaton, that didn't explain anything.]

I personally didn't witness anything, though.

[captainobnoxious]

[That literally explained nothing.

... She'll be pretty casual now though.]

Are you in any danger because of this human?

[Because chances are

if he is

they'd be stopping by his place first.]

[ratingspoint]

Probably.

[...Well, then.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Ha ha ha.]

Well, now you won't be. I'll take care of them for you.

[ratingspoint]

[...]

It's not like we have to go back there at all.

[captainobnoxious]

No, but if we didn't then that human'd just be going on their not-well way all the way to that fuzzy king of yours. Right? I say nip the problem in the bud. Maybe I can help out with freeing you all too.

[ratingspoint]

No.

[And that's...sudden, and harsher than he usually is.]

No. Absolutely not.

[captainobnoxious]

[Yikes? She doesn't see the issue.]

Why not? I mean, I've never killed a human that wasn't infected, but I can handle myself. They'll be dead before they realize it.

[That's... not the part, but she doesn't know, so.]

[ratingspoint]

You don't understand.

[...]

Once you're there, you can't leave. Nothing leaves through the Barrier.

[captainobnoxious]

[...]

So I'll get rid of that thing?

[Duh?]

[ratingspoint]

If it were that simple, don't you think we would have done it already?

[captainobnoxious]

Maybe it's just something monsters can't do.

[Like, she's sure she knows why it was put up, because he definitely mentioned something sometime about it, but it is not coming to her.]

Who put it there?

[ratingspoint]

Humans did.

[Just...ugh.]

...It requires seven human souls to break it entirely. King Asgore has six of them. War has already been declared against humanity - as soon as he has a seventh, he's going to break the Barrier and destroy them.

It's not something I'm interested in seeing happen.

[captainobnoxious]

[... Oh...

So... If Sigrun helped that cause, she'd be pretty dead either way. By way of being a seventh soul or... well... monsters. No one Mettaton had been so quick.]

Oh.

[... She's gonna lean against him. Maybe physical contact only works for humans, but, yes.]

Okay. We'll just survive and see what the world's like here or go back to my place. Doesn't matter to me. Not really looking forward to dying myself.

[ratingspoint]

That sounds great.

[And he seems genuinely relieved by that, actually; as for the physical contact, he...doesn't seem to mind it at all? He's at least seen enough to know how this is supposed to work. Arm around her waist? Arm around her waist.]

Who knows, maybe this place will be enough of an improvement to warrant staying.

[captainobnoxious]

[Oooh, Mr. Mettaton. This is oddly nice. Sigrun's more used to the arm around a shoulder approach, but she's got nothing against this.]

Mind keeping a secret for me, honey?