trusthell | do it for love

do it for love

[ Every week is the same song and dance, but it never really gets easier, or works, or ever seems like it’s going to stop.

There will be time for everyone to rest before Black comes knocking on their doors (a moot point, given the soundproofedness of them) and slipping a note beneath them. He needed the respite too, and they needed to prepare food, and… he still thinks it’s a little weird to have a party after a trial, but he’s starting to really understand why it’s not a bad idea, either. ]

[Name],

Misa would’ve wanted us to keep a smile on our faces, or at least put a smile somewhere. There’s a pancake bar up in the chapel, if you’d like to come by and make a few happen. If you don't want to come, that's fine, too. The offer's open all night.

Ever yours,
Black

[ …the ending is something he’s never quite shaken, unfortunately.

Those that make their way up to the chapel will, indeed, find a pancake bar, courtesy of Yosuke and Stan (because Black never feels that hungry after trials and someone needs to stress bake here). That is, there are pancakes! There are syrups, whipped cream, fruits, berries, candies, etc! Sprinkles! Hot chocolate, ice cream… everything you could want for your build-your-own-pancake masterpiece. It’s all set up on some tables shoved against the chapel’s walls.

…special Stancakes (or pancakes with a hint of Stan in them, aka some of his hair that might’ve gotten in there accidentally, whoops) are also available.

There’s also alcohol—dessert wines mostly, to pair with their overwhelming sugar bias, but there’s some ordinary stuff there too. Pancake bar.

The framed photos are where they’ve always been on the center area, along with their matching stuffed animals. …or most of them; some haven’t been made, some pictures haven’t been put up, you get the idea. ]

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[Well, that might get a weird noise out of him, but thanks...?]

I wish I could say I was all that surprised, personally.

[Don't... What was that.]

Of... all the things to say though. [...

She's gonna punch him again?]

[...That. That is really nice judging by the other fucking noise, uh.]

Enjoying yourself, or...

Maybe? I'm not entirely sure, but it sounds like you are.

[Her robot boyfriend is into this?]

Are you going to make those noises when we spar too?

[...]

Yes!

[This is gonna be awesome for at least one of us!]

[.......]

Okay. I guess this really answers my question about if you feel things though.

[Does... Does a constant knocking do the same thing to him? Is this what it means to knock him up?]

I am so not telling Misa about this.

[...ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING THAT BECAUSE THAT actually feels really nice in a really weird sort of way?

like a really unsatisfying way too, but it's a good sort of unsatisfying

...jesus christ actually do something or don't do anything good lord- ]

I'd hope not!

[Rat-a-tat-tat. With the flute!]

Whip, bullets, or wooden sword?

You know, I have entirely too many whips and wooden swords that I wouldn't mind working that out with.

[Sigrun's not sure if she should feel embarrassed or what but she sure is feeling something.

also she's just gonna shove him oh my god??? forget hitting on you just go away with your.... whatever this is]

I can't believe you're so into this, holy shit. Maybe I should have squeezed your soul when I had the chance.

...You know, I mentioned the possibility to someone once? Because really. It occurred to me that if anyone would be tempted to squeeze it, it would be you.

[...]

It also occurred to me that I didn't know if that would be a good time or not, but I'm curious as hell.

I didn't want to just in case I accidentally killed you with my awesome strength. But now I'm going to do it because you're apparently really into getting hurt.

[...]

When we're not here I'll do it, I mean. The whole soul thing seems kind of private to me.

[Intimate.]

[Intimate.]

...Well, I don't have plans for the night. And I think we could both use the company.

[In ti mate.

... she's also going to put the flute up and take his hand, because holy shit we're leaving right now for this]

I'll be gentle the first time so we can see if you really like it.

[...well, shit, son, he's not going to argue with doing this right now, because the more "right now" we do this the less he has to think about feelings, and he's done thinking about feelings tonight, come on, he can talk and move at the same time- ]

That works for me, darling. You really don't have to worry about accidentally killing me, though, if that's a concern - it's mostly intent that makes the difference! If hatred or killing intent isn't there, I can actually take a lot.

[So basically he's kind of screwed if someone decides to have The Proper Murdergame Experience with him, but if someone's not explicitly out to kill him he can take being shot in the soul a time or ten, it'll be fine.

...Undertale is stupid.]

Then I guess it's good that I feel the opposite, huh?

[Fucking nailed it. She can at least tell Misa this.]

We're going to have so much fun. We need to really figure out a way to talk to each other when your soul's out though, or at least like, make motions with it. I guess you can nod and stuff at least.

[...oh

oh well uh

...you really did nail it, didn't you, thank you for moving on so quickly...]

...Normally I'd mind being unable to talk to someone like that. But it's not so bad.

[...]

It's fine if it's with you, anyway.

[... That's so sweet.]

You really are different with me. [Gross, punchy feelings.] Kitten mentioned it.

You're not showing your soul off to anyone else though, are you? I mean, I wouldn't mind, obviously, it's not just a me thing, I'm just curious.

Please. I don't trust anyone else in this place anywhere near enough.

[And there's no hesitation in that, either, it's just very matter-of-fact.]

[That's so sweet. Holy shit. She can't even punch him because he'll get enjoyment out of it, this is suddenly the worst.]

You realize you're putting your full trust in the same person who wanted to take your head off the first day here, right?

[And then like, immediately asked what you'd like attributed to you when you died or whatever.]

[You know what Mettaton is proving to be really good at? Winning.]

Of course I do, sweetheart - it's not like I regret it any.

[Come on, let's just...go into his room then.]

[He's also going to be really good at shutting up.

But... yes, room. Sigrun actually doesn't know if he can do this kind of thing standing up or whatever, but the bed's good shit here.]

I can't wait to shut you up.

[He actually can! But that said, she seems to like the bed, so...]

Yes, yes - like I said, only for you, darling.

[For what it's worth, he does seem to mean it entirely when he says he doesn't mind; there's no hesitation in doing it this time, no awkwardness or apprehension or anything - just the opening of that panel and the releasing of his soul, and the general implied question of "what now."]

[She is always so thrilled to see this happen it's weird.

Let's see... Now... How to do this. It was kind of malleable, she remembers, so she's going to kind of just. Hold it in her hand. Like, the way you do a Pillsbury Doughboy.

And then... press her thumb into it?? That's a squeeze, right? Sure.]

[...you know he would be so fucking flattered with that pillsbury doughboy comparison let me fucking tell you-

That said, though, given that he can't really...say anything, it's sort of hard to tell his thoughts on the matter; granted, it's not like that's saying too much because he is genuinely not sure if that's pleasurable or not. It's weird? Not strictly unpleasant, just bizarre to an extent that he isn't entirely sure how to handle that other than go kind of weird and squirmy, because what the actual fuck else are you supposed to do with someone literally squeezing your soul.]

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