corruptedsave | Open RP post, yo.

They hadn't returned to the boarding house for a while now. Of course they didn't consider the time they went with Flowey to count, because that was for a reason.

But the nights are getting colder, and they haven't find a proper place to stay during the days they've been avoiding returning. In fact they probably should have gone back to check in with either of the Doctors who had helped patched them up. But they didn't.

That's doesn't matter now anyway. As they wander the streets not paying attention even as the sky grew dark, and eventually people would be going out to light the street lamps. Chara-Frisk paid it no heed, in fact just one thing finally caught their attention. It was simply something they caught in the corner of their eye, as they passed a windowed store front, as they stared at a reflection that they are very sure only they can see.

It's themself, but not. Despite everything... It's Frisk. And they hear the smallest of voices in the back of their head saying one thing.

Let's go home, it's safer there, they'll forgive us. Please.

The few people who may be out at this time may take note of the child just running off and clutching their head, but how many would pay the child any heed.

Gosh Sans, why you gotta be a murderous asshole? Chara will never understand, as they finally get their bone weary self back to the boarding house. Having left a pretty noticeable trail of blood, it's only through determination (and spite) that they made it as far as the porch.

So there, in a bloody heap, they lay. God dying again sucks, but at least it's not buttercup poisoning.

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An oddly warm presence is simply there by the time Chara made it to the porch, nothing much said or done other than them sitting down-

"Hey, kid." A soft voice to go right along with that presence, chin rested against the back of a hand. "Looks like you're going to be making a detour soon."

It's... Familiar, this presence. One they haven't actually felt in a long, long time. Death better not blame Chara for trying to look at the source of the voice, even if it hurts to do so, red eyes squinting as if not quite sure of what they're seeing.

"I've had worse... Ske-- no." It comes out as a sigh, that no, as what Death looks like to them seems to change and settle. To them Death now looks like a very plain looking human woman, she wouldn't mean anything to anyone except Chara though. Since they're very sure no one here even knows about their human parents.

"Don't know why you're here, mom. I didn't see you last time..."

Yes, the horrible murder child has a soft spot for their birth mother. Shut up.

A hand moved to support their head, touch so very gentle in what Death's nature was, and even he held very little amusement as the shape settled. And So she settled, this would do well enough for this moment.

"This time is something different, it's not an end that will change you." At least not in a way that had happened after their fall, after the buttercups. "I'm afraid no one will find you in time.

"So I will wait here with you as long as needed."

They make a slight 'mmn' sound at that news, because really going back to the Void is not something they want. And they don't seem too bothered by the news of no one finding them before they go, honestly that's probably better.

"It... hurts." God that sounded dumb, of course it hurts. Chara is bleeding out, if that didn't hurt well... That might be a bad thing.

"... thanks, and m'sorry."

"Soon the pain will pass, Chara." That she could promise, careful with every touch, a set of fingers slowly brushing through their hair as she kept the child's head supported. "The pain will pass, and you can rest for a little while.

"You will see everyone again after," which they likely knew. There was no void, only warm slumber to come soon enough. There would be those who would find the body, they were coming, just... not in time.

All Death could do was ensure they'd not die alone-

"There is some forgiveness in Death, at times."

"I know." It's muttered, as they close their eyes as if it's just time to go to sleep. And in this case it's pretty much just going to sleep. A sleep that starts off pretty painfully, but sleep anyway.

Oh but mention of others coming? Gets some more words out of them, because they have to be sure.

"Don't let them take my SOUL." Their voice sounds scared, and it's almost pitiful.

Especially since those are their last words before their determination finally gives out.

She smoothed a hand over Chara's head, leaning down as a kiss was actually pressed against the top of it- "Take your peace for the moment, Chara. Rest, and worry not. You'll be in good hands." Or at least their soul would.

They may get the very brief look of their soul caught in a very human hand before they're completely gone, "I won't, child.

"I will take good care of it," until it could be given to Life. Tucked safely away into a charm attached to a chain, just for the time being.

Glancing over the mess of blood, setting their head down gently. They'd be found.

Oh, they'd be found alright as a flower is popping up from the ground out of literal nowhere. Despite often going out into the Marshes to kill and eat souls that weren't his he did return to the house every night just to check up on Chara.

Which is why the mess of a body and a random skeleton near them cause him to move quickly to her side. Sorry, Death. You're the blunt of his sight right now. Friendship pellets activate! Tons of tiny little bullets are just thrown in his direction to either kill or force them away from the body.

Wow, what a sudden soul can do to a person that might've been a little more cautious. "Get away!"

Those pellets whither and die mid-air, inches away from Death, a hand held up, actively tucking that charm that has the strange combination of souls away inside of his vest.

"Asriel- or perhaps you'd prefer Flowey like this." He doesn't move, sitting there still beside the body, arms soon rested against his knees. "You won't be able to care for the body by yourself."

The ground is churning but only because he's angry and the vines underneath are moving but at the sign of those pellets withering makes him pause and settle down and he'll look like some deranged cat just hissing at him. It's kind of cute.

"Flowey," he practically snaps out. "I know how to bury the dead if that is what you are talking about."

"Burying them would be a terrible idea," This is why he stayed behind, right here. "Chara needs to be cleaned up and put to bed, I doubt waking up underground would do them well."

That was indeed a hand lightly brushing hair from their face. Behavior and actions aside, this was still very much a child, a child tat had seen their mother in their final moments of this.

"Three days Chara will revive, I promise you that."

No, he doubted burying them would do anything for them. They were a murder child and likely would go straight to hell again if they didn't reset. Except as far as he was concerned the other couldn't and right now he's actually listening to what the odd skeleton has to say.

"Gee, what a bold promise. It's like you do this a lot." Though now that he's not hissing like a brat he's moving closer to Chara and looking them over. He knew where the house was and could either pick them up or drag them himself. Not in his long yet tiny leaves though. "I think there's plenty of pie left in the kitchen."

What a flower. Surprised he'd not run into them with trouble before- Wait.

He was actually squinting a bit at Flowey for a moment and... Oh, so that's where Darren Waterson's soul went. Well, then. "I do it every time one of you from other worlds die.

"I'm Death." Do not drag the body, Flowey. Nor try to stuff it with pie. "I've already collected the kid's soul, consider this... a little extra to make sure there's not another burying the body incident." Such as what happened with a robot.

How does Death squint and why is that at thing with all the skeletons from his world too. He's so use to the strangeness and yet he feels like he's being scruitinized all of a sudden.

"So it's true. We don't reset but we revive..." It's a good thing he's worried about Chara right now or he'd be thinking up devious things right now at that information. It meant that death meant nothing here like at home. Oh, yeah. That soul was tasty and just giving him lots of power right now.

"If that is what you want to call yourself..." he says rather sarcastically. He is considering stuffing it with pie and dragging it thank you very much. SOUL? Did someone say SOUL? He's perking up at that information and looking closer, "Where is it exactly?" Not that he wants it. That would be a horrid idea to let Chara inside of him again.

"Only those of you not from here- Can't say much for you, might go straight to Life rather than through me," really, he was scrutinizing this little flower. He couldn't feel a soul from it like he had the monsters or even this kid, but there was someone else's soul in it.

He'd get that alright, but this flower... He would go straight to Life, she'd have to figure out what to do with him then.

Headaches, all of them.

If Death had eyeballs at the moment they'd be rolling in their sockets, "It's what I am." Just a very simple fact. This was one of those Chara didn't want getting their SOUL, strange as it was. "On my person, I'll be taking care of them until I can hand it over to Life."

He had no idea what that meant and his face was showing it but given he was refering to himself as Death perhaps there was someone named Life as well.

It would be a pain to have to recollect souls every time he died if Death just took what didn't belong to him.

He's one of the biggest. Get use to it. There was bound to be a lot of missing SOULs.

"Death..." said once more as if disbelieving. "Normally skeletons don't eat souls so I suppose I can trust you with it for now." Chara was small enough that if he was in his old body he could pick her up but given how he is now he's tucking his leaves underneath them and lifting enough for his vines just to lift it or trying to. Though part of him is considering finding that goat .

For a moment? Several pairs of dark feathered wings were in view, attached to the skeleton, hundreds of golden eyes of various sizes staring down from amongst those feathers. Baring down on the flower in that stare, bone structure a little more cracked and far more ancient that he appeared. A lot of power was there, but so was an oddly comfortable warmth, Death was nothing to fear despite what it was, of course-

But it was only a flash, a glimpse of all the power and form hidden behind the appearance of a harmless but well dressed skeleton- "I don't eat souls, 'Flowey'. Merely collect, repair, and prepare them when I cannot guide them to a final rest.

"This is what kindness I can give, for those of you doomed to repeat this cycle of life and death while here."

"Golly, that sure is a lot of power." And responsibility. This skeleton was even more of a freak than he imagined and at the words and kindness he was spreading around he was even more confident that the other wasn't going to take Chara away. Heh, what a limitless form the other had yet so useless.

"We're not at home and yet here we are stuck in the same cycles. Pathetic." He didn't like it and finally he manages to raise Chara off of the ground. This would be a lot easier if he had arms.

Useless was one way to put it, he had to follow a set of rules when it came to certain things. "I'm as pieced together as this world, Flowey. I am pieces of many, all who serve the same purpose as I. It is why I simply go by Death, rather than any one name." All the better to function in this place correctly-

A hand lifted, the front door opening wide, eyeing the yellow flower once Chara was lifted.

"Take them inside, not to your bed. Else you would have them dying over and over underground amongst your roots."

This was going to be awkward seeing as he was going to have to extend himself far into the house with those roots. He had already grown significantly within a few minutes with the power of that soul and while normally he was restricted right now he was using it to make himself thicker and bulkier in order to make her body travel along it.

He still had no room for himself in that house as that potted hanging plant was more than enough but he understood his words and he gave a snarky look as he just moved through that house and towards the room where Asriel and Chara usually slept, "At least then Chara couldn't leave... but alright."

"The kid will hate you less this way." Incredibly blunt, and he was going to be following the flower all the way there.

Really, this was almost like some strange babysitting thing. At least it wasn't like holding back a murderous Sans, just a snarky brat of a child stuck in a flower. Death was patient, and Death was calm, despite the firmness of his voice in that.

"A part of me doubts that," he said just as equally blunt.

He's reaching a leaf up and opening the door as best as he could even if he had to get help from Death itself. Just don't step on him because he's all over the floor right now in thick bunches. Yeah, someone just likely tripped over him in the hallway and he's not even sorry.

He's going to set Chara on the bed and cross his leaves as he contemplates pie again, "So... which one killed a creature like them."

He did indeed help get that door open, careful of his step, not closing the door after them only somewhat because of roots. That other kid would be by at some point, they slept here too after all.

"I can't tell you that," A slight shrug, "Of course I know, but under a set of rules I cannot tell." So it wouldn't be from him the discovery would be made.

Open RP post, yo.

F_V thing

MOAR F_V for Death etc.

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