snowblindrpg | [log] More children for Team Babysitter [closed]

Characters: Enoch, Quark, House, Frisk
Location: D11(58)
Date: 54 evening-ish, whenever they get there
Summary: House asked Enoch to look out for Frisk because he can't outrun a monster. Enoch can't say no when a child is in danger.
Warnings: None yet? General Snowblind stuff? There may be a monster we haven't accounted for yet?

It had been a little less than halfway through the day when Enoch and Quark had made it to the house buried under the snow wall. It was starting to feel a little nostalgic, somehow, though not entirely in the best of ways; this was the place where It had struck, where he'd spent the entire night in its grip...

...But it was also the place he'd made a new friend. It was a house between the open air and the dark tunnels below. And he had all day to either contemplate its symbolism or wallow in the despair encroaching on the back of his mind. He knew better than to give in to that.

Eventually, House would arrive through the other door, with their new little companion.

((ooc: This is a mingle, go make your own toplevels for anything you guys want!))

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[And Frisk and Quark aren't the only ones having nightmares. Enoch's are as fitful as the sleep they inspire, flitting from subject to subject. It's a dream of finding Clem dead that finally causes him to give up on sleep, just in time to see Frisk shuffle off. Drawing his cloak tight around himself, he follows, seeking company and hoping to help them.]

You can't sleep, either?

[He speaks softly, so as not to wake the others if they're still asleep.]

[Frisk tilts their head a little to the side, surprised, but then shakes it slowly, a rueful sort of smile working its way across their face.]

's okay. I'm okay.

[Really, this wasn't even a particularly bad nightmare. Maybe because they've been so tired from hiking so far.]

I can hardly blame you for it. It isn't as if sleeplessness is uncommon in this place for many of us.

[He kneels down, closer to their eye level even if they can hardly see one another in this low light.]

It must be so different from home...

[He pauses a moment. He's been feeling...well, down, recently. Feeling like they probably won't escape and the best he can hope for is keeping the people he cares about here from dying horribly.

But there's something he and Frisk have in common. Feeling like it's unlikely has not stopped him from looking. Though with Clayton's kidnapping has come a shift in immediate priority, he has every intention of looking for opportunities, whether he pursues them himself or directs someone else to them. Even if they're probably a dead end. He didn't find the Tower said to be a myth by nearly the whole region by giving up without trying. Even if his mood cratered he would eventually pick himself back up again, and even if his own psyche and what he will learn is called MN poisoning are combined against him on this one now, he has still felt worse.

Maybe if he was all alone he wouldn't be able to do it. Maybe the only thing giving him optimism is the fact that there are other people to fight for. Or maybe he really is just that determined. Either way, the point is:]

There might be a way to send us home out there. And if there is, I will do what I can to help find it.

I know there is. There's gotta be.

[Not that his words don't mean anything. They mean a lot. Because they aren't going to be able to find that way if they give up. And it almost sounds like Enoch has a Determination a lot like their own, in its own way.

They shuffle over to one of the countertops and haul themselves up, flipping around so they can sit on it, kicking their heels lightly.]

It sort of is different here. But it isn't too. [a beat as their foot taps the cover of the cupboard.] There was a place back home, called Snowdin. It looks a lot like it, sort of.

[Because of all the ice and snow and the extreme defecit of normal daylight, certainly. The ruined buildings were much more of a Nobinfury flavor, but more than just the over all feeling. When Frisk had been traveling through Snowdin, it hadn't felt much different than it felt to be here, yet. With things they didn't understand, troubles and dangers just trying to get back to the world they knew.

And new friends. That too.]

[Enoch looks up as the smaller shape in the darkness climbs up onto the counter, and he stands again, holding his cloak closed securely from the inside against the cold. He doesn't know if talking about home will make them feel better or worse, but having just met them, there's no way to tell. At least it doesn't seem to be bothering them.]

"Snowdin"...an appropriate-sounding name. I certainly hope it wasn't as desolate.

[The shake their head, a smile working its way onto their face. Talking about home and friends is - perhaps surprisingly to Enoch - easy.]

It was really bright and cheerful and everybody was friendly.

[Even at the end of their journey, just standing there and taking a look around was able to fill them with enough determination to Save. And it had definitely been one of the first places that really drove home how much different monsters - as a whole! - were different from what Frisk had been told by adults and stories.]

Two of my friends used to love there too, Papyrus and Sans.

[More family than friends, nowadays.]

Sans?

[He's never heard that name anywhere else, and a lot of names here tended towards being uncommon. He's rarely seen the same name on two different people here.]

He might...he might be here, in fact. Does he have a habit of making skeleton jokes?

[Frisk's head almost immediately jerks up.]

Were they really bad puns?

[The words come out a little bit louder than they meant to, if they wanted to avoid waking up anybody in the room next door. Almost immediately Frisk claps their hands over their mouth, and a single word can be heard muffled between them.]

Sorry.

[Mostly.]

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[Their reaction brings a brightness to Enoch's eyes, if his eyes are even visible in the darkness of the house. Helping reunite friends in this place was a reward all its own, especially on his way as he was to reunite with one of his own.]

I didn't particularly think so, but I haven't heard that many bad skeleton puns. I wouldn't know. I can't imagine that...combination of name and habit would be common. If you know it, surely it's the same Sans.

[Frisk nods delightedly. Yeah, truthfully, they don't really know who else it could be. It had to be Sans - had to be. Which meant they weren't alone.]

Sans is a skeleton. Well.. he's a skeleton monster. [Was there really a difference? Maybe not. Frisk shrugs to themselves before continuing.] So he really likes making skeleton jokes. [they grin.] It's tibia 'xpected.

[Ayyyyy?]

[Enoch chuckles, after a moment's pause to remember what a tibia was. He knows most of the major bones, in the limbs mostly, but it's not very relevant to his life, only things he's picked up in passing.]

So that's why he makes so many of them. I had guessed he was a gravedigger with a grim sense of humor.

[All the puns he knows don't work in English. He has to think up new ones. Otherwise, he'd throw one in there just to keep the mood light.]

[log] More children for Team Babysitter [closed]

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wow this kind of turned into ~determination~ wordvomit I'm sorry

never be sorry omg

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