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after-witch · 6 months

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Horrorfest: The Dead Speak [Smiling Man x Reader]

Title: The Dead Speak [Smiling Man x Reader]

Synopsis: Your mom always told you not to play with Ouija boards. Maybe you should have listened.

For Horrorfest request: A party game seance of ouija board. Nothing seems to happen, maybe the vibes change a little, but not much else. Until they are walking home and encounter a very friendly lost young gentleman.

Word count: 2210

notes: references to dead people and ghosts, reader is drinking/tipsy

You were the only one who didn’t want to play with the Ouija board. Not because you had some deep-rooted belief in them, not really; you’d never encountered spirits or accidentally summoned a demon or anything like that after pulling out the Hasbro mass market produced party game.

But your mom had believed in them. She refused to let you bring one in the house, had adamantly reminded you before every childhood sleepover--”Absolutely no Ouija boards, my sweetness--and had even told one of your friends that they had to leave their mall-bought Ouija board hair bow in the car before they came inside for dinner.

No one else here seemed to have the same qualms, parent-induced or not, so you shrugged at being the odd one out and didn’t raise a fuss. Especially since the party was almost over, and all that remained were you, the host, and a few stragglers.

It was Halloween night, after all--people just wanted to have fun.

Which in this case meant the party host running around the house and shutting off all the lights while someone else dug out a bag of unused tea candles and began to light them. It wasn’t the brightest--no pun intended--idea. A fire hazard, for sure. Especially since most of the guests had already tackled the spiked apple cider and ghost-shaped jello shots, which were currently warming up your belly.

But you’d be damned if the candles didn’t make everything look dim and spooky. Your mind felt fuzzy from the darkness and the booze as you settled down with the group in the living room, scooting on your butt up to the coffee table where the board had been set up.

“Everyone knows how it works, right?” The host asked. Her deep red lipstick was smeared--from drinking or kissing--and she’d tossed aside her witch hat a while back.

Of course you knew. Everyone knew. You put your fingers on the planchette and pretended that you weren’t moving it around while people asked questions. Inevitably someone would accuse another person of moving it and the fun would eventually dissipate. Or so you’d seen at slumber parties, while you dutifully sat on the bed and finished painting your nails or simply watched, hugging a pillow, wondering if it was betraying your mom to play with Ouija outside the house.

That was when you were a kid, though. There was no deep-rooted feeling of betrayal now as you rested two fingers on the planchette. Only a vague sense of giddiness, spurned on by the alcohol, by the very existence of Halloween night.

“Is there a spirit in the room with us?” The host asked softly.

Was it your imagination, or did the candles flicker? They seemed dimmer, somehow. Probably because they were cheap tea lights.

And then the planchette moved--probably the host, you thought--towards the most obvious (and fun) option:

YES.

Someone giggled. You snorted, and wondered how many jello shots were left on the counter. You were going to walk home, anyway.

“Who are you?”

“What if it’s a demon?” Someone asked. You couldn’t quite tell whose voice was coming from where in the dark. And you didn’t know everyone at the party, anyway, aside from the host and a few people who’d already left.

“Then we’ll ask him politely yet firmly to leave,” you said, giving your best Hank HIll impression. One person laughed, so at least someone here appreciated your ability to reference an unholy amount of TV shows or movies at the drop of a hat.

But the planchette didn’t slide across the letters DEMON. Instead, it shifted towards three letters in slow succession.

M...O…M.

Something queasy turned over in your gut. The spiked cider and sub sandwich that had been sitting out too long, probably.

“Is anyone’s mom dead?” The host asked, then immediately gasped. “Oh fuck, sorry, that was shitty to say.” She glanced at you sheepishly. Your cheeks heated up and your stomach turned sour again.

Your mom was dead. But you probably weren’t alone, even in a small group. Cancer was a bitch and it took a lot of people, didn’t it? Ah well. You brushed aside that sour feeling and reminded yourself that your friend was drunk.

She cleared her throat. “Whose mom are you?”

The planchette started to move. The sound of the plastic moving over the cardboard was thin and dragging, like someone scraping their nails down a box.

Letter by letter, the planchette spelled your name.

You took your hands off the planchette and felt words fly freely out of your loose, alcohol-tinged lips.

“That’s really fucked up. Are you kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The host--your friend, if you would even call her that anymore--put her own hands up in defense. Everyone else slowly let their fingers fall away from the planchette, watching the exchange between you two in awkward silence.

Party over.

“I swear to God I’m not moving it. I’m sorry, fuck, you know I wouldn’t do that. I swear to God I didn’t.”

You scooted back from the table and stood up. You felt sober, suddenly, even though your spinning head from getting up too quickly said otherwise.

“Whatever. I’m out. This is just mean.” You shook your head, ignoring your friend’s protests--

And that’s when the planchette started moving again.

Slowly. Letter by letter. With no one’s hands on the damn thing.

“What the hell?” Someone asked.

You didn’t want to look. You wanted to get out of here. It was a sick prank, that’s what it was. But the planchette kept moving, and finally someone leaned over and began to sound out the letters, until they formed a sentence.

A sentence that made your bowels clench so hard you thought you would piss yourself.

I TOLD U NEVER TO PLAY WITH OUIJA BOARDS

It couldn’t be. This was sick. This was wrong.

This was…

“Mom?”

The words left your lips soft and shaky. You weren’t sure anyone else heard them.

But then the awful planchette slid across the board again, and someone read the letters until they made sense; terrible, horrifying sense.

ABSOLUTELY NO OUIJA BOARDS, MY SWEETNESS

My sweetness. A nickname only your mom had called you growing up. She called you that to her last breath, wheezing and agonized.

You leaned over and immediately retched onto the carpet, blobs of bright green jello mingling with chewed up pieces of Italian sub. Before anything else could be said, by the board or the guests, you ran, barely stopping to snatch your purse from the entryway, leaving as fast as your shaking legs could carry you.

The streets were dark and mostly empty. It was long past time for kids to be in bed, stomachs filled with chocolate and piles of Skittles, parents picking out their favorite candies to hide in the cupboard. All that was left were the late night party-goers walking home in varying states of disarray, carrying heels in their hands or making jokes too loudly in the startling darkness of the night.

And then there was you, head buzzing, stomach reeling, walking home after a Ouija board apparently contacted the spirit of your dead mother.

“Excuse me?” A man called out behind you.

You jumped, and slid your hands into your purse to wrap your fingers around your keys. You knew it wasn’t going to do much, but it would do something, if it came to that.

You slowly turned around, grip on your keys tighter than ever, and saw a young man wearing a skeleton hoodie and sweatpants.

He looked befuddled. He looked, more specifically, lost.

And he also looked… familiar. Was he at the party? You squinted, trying to clear your head. He might have been. Did he follow you to see if you were okay?

You definitely knew him from somewhere, but you couldn’t quite place him.

Still, your fingers reflexively gripped your keys. He glanced down at your hands, then took a step back and put his own hands up where you could see they were empty.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He grinned a little, and shook his head. “I’m just completely lost and was wondering if you could help me. I didn’t bring my phone out tonight. Trying to live in the moment, you know?”

You swallowed, tasting the remnants of bile. Something about him, really--it was itching at the back of your scalp. Did he go to the same college? Maybe you saw him on campus. Or maybe he really had been at your friend’s house and you just didn’t remember.

“Um,” you said. “Were you at the party?”

He tilted his head a little, and smiled boyishly.

“Not quite.”

Well, that wasn’t an answer. Your fingers loosened on the keys, though, as your heart rate returned to something like normal and you figured if he was going to try something, he’d have done it already.

You blinked at him for a moment and then remembered what he said. “Oh! Uh, where were you trying to go? I can use my Google Maps if you want.”

It was hard to see from the streetlights, but you could swear there was a twinkle in his eye when you said that. Shit, maybe you were drunker than you thought.

You fished your phone from your purse and after a few unsuccessful swipe attempts, brought up Google Maps.

But… it wouldn’t load. That was weird. You didn’t have any bars--also weird--but you downloaded the local map just in case your 5G ever shit the bed. But the map wouldn’t load. It simply displayed a blank black and gray space in night time mode, refusing to let you bring up directions.

“Uhh,” you mumbled. “My phone is absolutely not working.”

He didn’t look phased. He simply shrugged. “That’s okay. I actually live off Main Street, it’s one of those split houses… yellow and red and--”

“I know where that is!” You blurted. Then covered your mouth, messy lipstick and all. “I mean. If you want, I can walk you there. Unless you’d rather go alone, and I can just give you directions.”

“You seem pleasant enough company,” is all he said. And you ought to have thought about that more, because it was a really strange way to phrase things, wasn’t it? But all you thought about was how creepily your night ended and how he looked pretty cute and maybe you could exchange phone numbers when you got to his place.

You walked, side by side, making idle conversation. He told you his name. You gave him yours. He said he liked your costume. You said you really liked his sweater, totally Halloweeny, and he seemed to genuinely appreciate the compliment.

The streets felt more familiar the closer you got to Main Street, although there was still only the odd stray person or car slowly idling down the road.

Anxiety still slept in the bottom of your stomach but you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t so bad, to talk to a good looking stranger now and then. Especially after what happened at the party.

(Was it really your mom?)

You didn’t want to think about that. About mom. About whether or not her spirit was hanging around in some ghastly limbo, chastising you for finally playing with a Ouija board like everyone else had done for decades.

Eventually, you were there, at the driveway of the old house that had been split into apartments like so many others a few years ago. You fumbled with your phone and were able to ask for his phone number, lips curled into a smile, when he spoke.

“Did something happen? At the party? Something unusual?”

Your awkward smile fell.

“Um.” It would be weird to tell him, right? Especially after seemingly hitting it off on the way home. You didn’t just tell strangers that you maybe encountered a real ghost while using a Ouija board after doing a few shots and drinking questionably spiked apple cider at a friend’s house. Did you?

“No,” you lied. “Just a boring ol’ Halloween party, I guess.”

“Ah,” he said slowly. “That’s a shame. I thought it might have been an interesting story.”

You suddenly felt stupid and lame and why would this cute guy want to give you his number, anyway? You were some drunk weirdo who walked him home and that was that. You mumbled some sort of farewell and began to walk off, eager to get home and get into your pajamas.

“You know,” he said, and you stopped and turned to listen to him. Maybe he was going to give you his contact information, after all. “You should be careful with Ouija boards, my sweetness. You don’t know what you might invite in.”

Oh. For the second time that night, you felt like you were going to vomit.

“Why did you call me that? How did you--you said you weren’t at the party.”

“I wasn’t,” he said simply. “Not quite.”

How did he know, how did he know, how did he know?

And this mystery man in his Halloween sweatshirt, with his blonde cornfield hair and some awful, unknowable answers in his expression, simply looked at you.

And smiled.

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viky2318 · 5 months

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Another story: the people!

Warning: Some of the characters have no reference sheet because I forgot to draw it (I'll work on it as soon as I can). the relationships could get updated if they interact with characters from other people or characters I may create in the future :3

Maddy

Description: she's one of a stubborn girl. If she wants something, she'll find a way to have it. She's the kind of person that first acts and then asks. sometimes (not too often and only between friends) she can get a little chaothic and silly. In contrast to this strong-willed attitude of hers, there's the fact that she has a slight sort of anxiety. Maddy has hard times interacting with new people out of the blue, and even if she can deal with them almost smoothly she could often feel really nervous and speak in a more "aggressive" way (see how she dealt with her first meeting with the others :D). She's a big fan of cuddles (she'll never admit it or ask for it tho) and sleeping (she's a cat after all). She always knows how her friends are feeling, no matter how good they are to hide it. Her body, which is made of wool, can stand a lot of physical stress (by this i mean putting her under a press, twisting her, etc) without getting broken. In combat she will mainly use her staff and magic attacks. to make her use the halberd you really need to make her hate you so much she can't stand your existence, and it won't be a first-sight thing. Don't hurt her friends. Never.

Relationships: Muffet: the two of them are besties. Despite the rough start, Maddy ended up really enjoying her company and that sort of weird way she has to talk to people sometimes. Grillby: Maddy really cares for him, even if he doesn't remember the time spent together. she sometimes comes visit him in his timeline, and ended up building again a nice friendship with him. Sam: She absolutely hates their guts. the only reason why they're still alive is Raehel's extreme patience and forgiveness. Flowey: She and the flower are nice friends. they have a similar vibe, and they share similar stories. Sometimes you could see them as partners in crime, but they're not really a pair of prankster or anything. Smiling man: Maddy's feelings towards both of his sides are really neutral. She knows he exists, she stands his presence, but that's it. she finds Seam a bit of an eexggerated and Gaster a bit of a wimp. Raehel: she's a little scary, but for the rest she's a really nice lady. Maddy respects her greatly, but with a little bit of fear (more or less in the same way Susie respects Toriel in Deltarune :D) and has a thing for her snail pie. Other: She has a solid relationship with Ezra, Grillby's brother, as she often chats with him when she goes visiting Grillby. She loves hanging out with The human Children, as they have all the cuteness of any child but they don't mistreat her poor tail.

Notes from the author: She's the last character I elaborated, but I think she became my favourite dude out of all. Originally I drew her palette based only on the standard Mad Mew Mew dress, but then took out her dark dress and messed around with the two of them. I like to think she's a big fan of Epictale Mad Mew Mew 'cause she's herself but badass.

Muffet

Description: she's a friendly girl with a bit of an attitude, a slight british accent and one of an unsettling glare. by being the head of her spider clan for over 40 years she knows how to bend people at her will, with the good ones or the bad ones. She likes to have a certain stability in her life, that being a regular routine and a place to come back to at the end of the day. she can easily strike a conversation with anyone, without being too overwhelming or annoying. sometimes, out of old bad habits, she has a weird way to cheer up and encourage people. she kinda threatens them while speaking, using a quiet and sweet tone of voice with a hint of something unsettling. you could be trying to find a way to propose to someone and she could come to you and say "C'mon dear, you can do this! and if you can't, I can always turn them into a muffin~". she likes baking, as many other Muffets, but she also enjoys making dreamcatchers and sewing. She can shapeshift into a normal looking spider, but she doesn't do that as she thinks she looks fat in that form. Instead, she often shapeshifts only her arms. to stab people.

Relationships: Maddy: Muffet is really close to her. the two of them sometimes go shopping together, often stopping by a nice clothing shop (they both like fancy stuff). she kinda admires how Maddy can go trough bad stuff more easily than her. Grillby: Muffet misses him. Maddy convinced her to come and visit him a few times, but seeing him feels bittersweet. Muffet doesn't see him as the fire man she knew, as not only he doesn't remember her but he also is a bit different. Muffet would like to accept the new Grillby as easily as Maddy did, but she's having a hard time doing so. Sam: She despise them. Muffet never fully understood what was going trough the human's mind, and the fact that they convinced her to kill people that easily made her more wary of humans in general. if she already wasn't a fan of humans, now she really has hard times trusting them. Flowey: The two of them get along. sometimes. Often Flowey is too chatty and insolent for our spider. they get along mainly when there are others around, but it doesn't mean they can't start discussing in such situations. Smiling man: there are some mixed feelings regarding this person. She doesn't mind Gaster as he never really tried to do anything wrong against anyone, but he also is the idiot that left Sam free when they first got warned by Raehel. Seam, by the other hand, sounds more firm but is also less trustworthy. Raehel: She and Muffet have a stable friendship, often hanging out in the kitchen or with the children. The only thing Muffet would criticize about her is her are her overprotective mom's instincts... Other: She sometimes enjoys chatting with Fresh, both being extremely chatty dudes. She sometimes visits her siblings, who are the only ones to know what happened her in the whole timeline.

Notes from the author: As i've always been a super-duper fan of Muffet, this gal was the one I elaborated first. The first time she was supposed to be a survivor from a Littletale genocidal run (I don't even know if that exists) that Sam adopted and grew up as a daughter and then decided to use to kill not Sanses, but popular characters in general. I even had a sketch of her going against the Bad time trio. On another try she was from Undertale and had a sister called Tuffet (truly an original name) who died on a genocide run (I had a thing for murdersprees) and Sam promised Muffet to bring her back if she did what they told her. There was a try somewhere where she teamed up with Error to kill Sam for a reason I honestly don't remember.

Grillby

Description: he's a quiet guy with an unreadable expression. He always looks the same (which is pretty much of a neutral expression) and his eyes are perfectly hidden behind a pair of thick lenses. without the glasses, he's almost blind. He doesn't mind speaking with people if asked, but he will rarely try to start a conversation. despite this almost cold facade (unintended pun), he's a caring guy who likes to see people happy and well. He has the habit of searching for every outcome to every situation, trying to go for the best one. this is sometimes a bit of a bad thing as he often ends up looking at the many negative possibilities and almost ignoring all the positive ones. He can sometimes be a little pessimistic, but all he's trying to do is to keep safe the ones he cares for. Grillby isn't the best fighter: his attacks are weak and limited. he though is one of a great defender, and you can be sure that as far as he has someone or something to defend, you WON'T go past his walls in ANY way. If you try, you'll probably get incinerated. After the events of "Another story", our fire friend got practically resetted and has no memory of what happened back then or who are the people that come to his and his brother's place.

Relationships: Muffet: A quiet lady. comes rarely, and always with Maddy. she looks like a toughtful lady. maybe a little sad. One day he should try talk to her. Maddy: An interesting girl. An almost regular costumer, comes twice or thrice a month. who knows where she's from. Grillby enjoys her strong attitude and doesn't mind conversating with her. Ezra: His one and only brother. He cares for him like nothing else in the world. They are almost always together, either in the restaurant or outside. Sam: A person. Grillby saw them only once, and they seemed a pretty normal guy. he though won't forget that feeling of nostalgia he had when he saw them. Flowey: One of Maddy's friends. he tags along sometimes, more frequently than Muffet. almost as chatty as Maddy, not as friendly as her but not annoying. he sometimes looks at Grillby with some sort of... hate? superiority? sorrow? something like that. he though always hides it as Maddy comes in. Smiling man: Two interesting men. they seem like brothers. Gaster is more of a emphathetic person, while Seam seems more cold. for some reason tho, he ended up speaking more with Seam than with Gaster. they don't come often, once every few months, and (curiously) it's always only one of them per time. Raehel: Maddy spoke about her a few times, but Grillby never met her in person. She sounds like a nice lady. Other: the usual relationships Undertale Grillby has with the other characters.

Notes from the author: I thought about making him shorter than the standard. Just for fun. But at that point he started to become too cute, and I wanted him to stay more one the "cool" side. second guy I elaborated of the trio, in a timeline he was Muffet's brother and in another he was a guy Sam tried to use to kill sanses. and in this last timeline he was supposed to be from Fellswap Gold and be a professional shooter.

Raehel

Description: An old lady who lives away from everyone in the farthest corner of the multiverse. she has eight loving children, seven humans and a flower. She's kind and patient, the loving mother everyone would like to have. She has some sort of aura, that feeling of wisdom and ancient coming from her. She knows how to make herself be respected without the need to be violent (she is a mother, after all). She has a thing for gardening since cooking slowly became almost a waste of materials (this almost godlike form doesn't need to sleep or eat), and after the events of "Another story" she started travelling more often out of curiosity. the Multiverse has changed since the last time she saw it... The books of her bookshelves aren't the only books she reads, as she sometimes visits other worlds' libraries (nobody knows when you'll find the ultimate butterscotch-cinnamon pie recipe...). Despite the fact that she may look just a sweet and patient old lady, Raehel is capable to stand against almost everyone in battle (even if she tries to avoid fights). Remember that our goat lady is everyone's mom friend. yeah, even yours. She doesn't know you? it doesn't matter.

Relationships: Muffet: The two monsters get along easily, and Raehel tends to care a lot for her health as she always looks a little too thoughtful. There are times where she starts discussing with Asriel, but the old lady can clearly see they don't hate each other. Maddy: Truly a lovely little lady. She is polite, strong and friendly. one of the few people outside the family that gets along with Asriel. Sam: Raehel has a lot of patience for everyone, but Sam is one of a kind. Flowey: her first child. a little irrespectful from time to time, but it's something acceptable in a certain limit for someone of his age. Smiling man: She is slowly forgiving them. very slowly. the two left Sam use some innocent souls to murder hundreds, mistreat her child, and almost bring the multiverse to an end. Seam thinks he knows everything and Gaster has no strenght to say no to his child. This is not acceptable in a parent. Grillby: that poor creature. he got trough so much, only to forget about his few friends and be sent back to their small reality. at least now they look happy. Fresh: Fresh is a dear family friend. he has a very bright personality despite his lack of real feelings, and this is something Raehel respects. He often visits to chat, and sometimes brings guests. sadly, the latter aren't always really nice, and they are never there to simply conversate. Other: Raehel deeply loves all of her children and has the natural tendency to care for everyone.

Notes from the author: She is a character I first thought for another project I ended up scraping and then ripping apart to stick pieces of it all over "Another Story" and other things I'll post one day maybe. When TATATALE's Hopes and Dreams event came out I absolutely wanted her to partecipate, but I introduced her too late... TwT

Flowey

[REF SHEET COMING SOON]

Description: surely one of a stubborn, chatty flower. He has the bad habit to act as a know-it-all, thing that comes from when he still could reset and mess aroud in his timeline. He's a strong willed dude that knows too well how to read someone's expression and body language. he thinks a little too high of himself, seeing a lot of normal people as idiots. If you're able to get trough his shell of criticism against everyone and everything, he can become your best friend (in the real way). he'll support you in all your plans (not without some constructive criticism, of course) and he'll make sure nobody hurts you if you can't stand by yourself. He doesn't handle very good pblic demonstrations of affection (hug him in a crowd and he'll get all grumpy and go "the hell man" but will probably blush cutely UwU). he's real good at fighting, mainly using small seeds like bullets (the "friendliness pellets") and some dangerously spiky vines to cause as much damage as he can in the shortest amount of time. and remember! DO NOT. TOUCH. HIS SIBLINGS.

Relationships: Muffet: he says he hates her. She's stubborn, annoying, weak, and yet she's one of a smartass and most of the times she's right about what she says. the times the two of them speak there isn't much friendliness. despite all this, Muffet is allowed to get near his family. Maddy: They're practically partners in crime. She passed the check almost immediately, and even if Flowey will never admit it he really enjoys spending time with her. Sam: no comment because if comment then bad comment. Grillby: Flowey never met him before he lost the memory of the multiverse. Maddy said he was a bit of a depressed, pessimistic dude, but that now he looks way happier. In Flowey's opinion, he's too silent. Smiling man: Flowey doesn't hate the two of them, but they surely doesn't like them either. there isn't much that can be said for them. Raehel: His dear mother. he acts as an edgy teen sometimes, but he deeply cares for her. her cinnamon-butterscotch pie is the best. The Children: his beloved siblings. loves all of them, and no one will ever dare hurting them. Other: he has a particular hate towards Fresh.

Notes from the author: I wanna eat his face. he's a grumpy babyboi. skrunky lil' flower. a little cute pie. also (and I'm gonna eliminate this when I make his reference sheet) he's 52 cm and not 32.

Smiling man

[NO REFS (FOR NOW)]

Description: Smiling man is the general term for the two entities that live in the same body, one being Seam and the other being Gaster. the two both enjoy leaning new things, being curious about everything. they are patient and usually friendly, even if Seam surely is less friendly than Gaster. [You can find their story HERE]. - Seam: he is the rational side. the logical one, the one that created the CORE and that knew Sam was dangerous. he is more distant, more formal, more "elegant". he doesn't really care about others, but still will try to not sound like a jerk. - Gaster: he is the emotional side. the empathetic one, the one that cared deeply for the young human and that built a family for himself (only to see it forget about him). he is more friendly, more warm, more caring. he tries to make everyone happy, but is too scared to make the wrong thing to take serious decisions.

Relationships: Muffet: they think she has a lot of talent. she could be a really strong fighter, maybe even at the level of some multiverse travellers. she just doesn't realize it. or doesn't want to. Maddy: a particularly determined girl. Seam likes how stubborn and straightfoward she can be. Sam: It's almost considered their child. both Seam and Gaster treat him as such, one being more serious and strict while the other being more soft and loving. Flowey: they respect each other. Gaster cares for him, as he feels guilty for what he went trough because of Sam.Grillby: the two find him a really good listener. Seam likes how he's able to do anything for his friends and family. Raehel: Their relationship is getting better. She's a little scary, to be honest, but they're learning to get along. Other: Jevil is their best friend since always. he sometimes comes by and visits the two, and they play Uno all together and chat about literally anything.

Notes from the author: I wanted Sam to have a guide of sort. Initially we had our friendly Template, but then I elaborated new plans for the human and decided to give them a father figure.

Sam

Description: the human. They are quite extroverted and friendly, as long as they want you to like them. he can be a little forgetful and clumsy at times, but only for things that aren't really important. They have the tendency to not care really about people and things as they are nothing but mere puppets in the hands of the creators. They are also very, very good at hiding it. They always try to not be too visible, not too noticeable, as neutral as they can. there is not much that can be said about them.

Relationships: the trio: they treat the three all in the same way and doesn't really care about them. they just don't wanna deal with the three anymore and will move on. Flowey: same for the trio. the only difference is that they don't trust Flowey. he knows way more than the trio. Smiling man: their father figure. they'll never admit they care for the two a little bit. Raehel: ... scary. Other: Fresh is annoying. Jevil is always tagging along with them and they honestly don't mind him.

Notes from the author: They originally were supposed to be called Someone. yeah. truly an original name. they also were supposed to be an entity outside the worlds, something like a player, with the powers of a creator and stuff, just having fun messing around. the human form was like a default skin, and he could turn into practically anything (his default monster appearance was an almost human-sized crow). despite being my second older character for this whole mess, i have no idea of how to describe them. it is all in my head, so intricated and cool, but it's pretty hard to put it into words.

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ruthimages · 8 months

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#rmi #photo #smiling man #old #en Dorohedoro

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after-witch · 7 months

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smiling man imagine...

notes: reader is pregnant, folklore stuff

Oh, to be an overburdened young widow--husband lost in his life in a tragic accident, you see--who is tasked with taking care of his elderly mother and his previously orphaned nieces and the chickens and a cow who barely gives milk and the baby in your belly that you don't tell anyone about--

Who must alone bear the weight of bringing in an income to pay the landlord, feed everyone, feed the animals, while also caring for the children and the house and chickens and sweet but bordering-on-burdensome cow.

And it's rough and tough and you find yourself in agony nights, your hands red and raw, back straining, headaches pulsing, stomach secretly growing, barely able to catch a wink of sleep before your dead husband's mother cries out in need, before the children whimper in their nightmares, before it's morning and the cow is bellowing and the children are hungry and you have to get the fire going and so much more besides.

But one morning you walk into your job (itself a backbreaking thing, on top of your work at home) and you're handed a slip with half a day's wages and told they no longer need you.

And there's no work. Not in this town. You might bring in a little bit taking in laundry (would your hands survive it?) but not enough to survive on. But you can't move, you don't have the money and how would you ever find a house or lodging for your motley crew (soon to be one more) with no money? You couldn't. You can't. You won't.

Instead of heading home as you ought to do, you take a walk in the woods, woods that you played in so carelessly as a child, unaware of what life had in store for you.

You find your favorite childhood spot--a large flat rock near a creek perfect for sitting, where flowers bloom pretty and sometimes animals sneak about and the sound of the water relaxes you.

And for the first time in so long, you weep. Openly. Harshly. You weep until there are no more tears, you think, but somehow they still don't stop. Maybe the tears are from your child, wringing out emotions tucked deep inside you, waiting to spring out when they do.

What are you going to do? How are you going to live? How will you support yourself, the family, the child that is coming?

You can't. There's no way out of this. And that's what keeps the sobs coming, keeps the endless tears flowing. It makes you stutter out words helplessly, stupidly. You ask for your husband, then retract it--another mouth to feed. You ask for your own mother, long dead, but what good would it do? And then you ask for someone, anyone, you just need help, you just need help.

And from nowhere--truly, nowhere, as there were no footsteps crunching the leaves or branches, no whisper of breath--someone stands in front of you.

A man. Simply dressed. Fair-haired. A polite smile on his face.

Where did he come from? Nowhere. Who is he? No one you know.

He simply appeared. He simply is.

And the first thing he does is hold out a handkerchief, embroidered in script you don't recognize. You take it (politeness and the desire to wipe away the hot mess on your face working together) and thank him with an embarrassed softness and the heat in your face is from the impropriety of it all as much as the tears.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, this man, who came from nowhere and ought not to be here. "I'm not usually in such a state."

He smiles and turns his head a little, looking you over. And there's unease in you, but not for the normal reason--a man staring at you in the middle of the woods, alone. No. There's unease because you feel like this man knows you and has known you since the day you were born and he might know you long after.

You swallow and go to leave, and he holds up a hand.

"I do believe you called me," he says.

"I didn't." You didn't. You called for your husband. Your mother. And for...

"You said you needed help," he answers, simply, the smile on his face. "I can do that."

You can't help but scoff. "I'm not buying any snake oil."

He raises his eyebrows, just a little, then spreads his hands wide, as if to say--Nothing in his hands, nothing at all, no ma'am.

"No snakeoil here," and is there amusement in his voice?

"Tell me," he says, in a voice that makes you want to lean forward and tell him everything about you, "what it is you want most in the world." Maybe you do lean forward. "And I can give it you."

There is a pause, and it might be long or short but you can't tell.

"For a price, of course. A reasonable one," he adds, in a way that makes you think that it is not so reasonable.

And... maybe you're too tired, too weary, too bone-exhausted to think about what you're doing. To pay attention to that ugly sensation in your gut that tells you that you ought to run away in the opposite direction.

Because all you do is straighten up and think about the hungry mouths and the rent due and the child soon to be born, and ask him:

"What price?"

And he just smiles, smiles, smiles.

#smiling man #afterwitch writes #just need a lil smiling man today #sighhhh #awful awful bastard

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