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Maybe they're in on it, too. Maybe bullet birthday cards are like drop bears for us, and we just like to mess with tourists.

Drop bears are real.

[DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?]

And so are bullet birthday cards.

If you say so. Can't be much worse than excessively glittery birthday cards.

[He will NEVER get all the glitter off his skin and out of his hair. He's just accepted this is the price of being Mabel's brother.]

Golly, Dipper. I think I now know exactly what I should do for your birthday.

[...bullets or glitter? If they thinks glitter is going to make Dipper do more than roll his eyes, they clearly haven't dealt with Mabel enough. If they mean bullets, then Dipper sincerely hopes bullet pattern birthday cards aren't a metaphor for just shooting someone.

Probably better not to ask.]

Yeah if we even bother celebrating it. Think anyone will buy that I'm 14?

I bet I could hook you up with a convincing fake ID. Does Wonderland even use ID for anything? I don't think anyone's enforcing a legal age on much of anything here.

[Note to self: Try asking closet for guns and cigarettes and a voting ballot]

I mean the bartender was trying to get me to drink even though I flat out told him I was underage. Though if you can make one that'd fool my grunkles, that'd be pretty impressive.

Never underestimate the things sheer determination can do.

And also a closet that magically gives you just... whatever supplies you ask for, I guess. That helps too. Think your grunkles would be convinced by macaroni and glitter?

Mabel already made those. They were... more effective than you'd think. Though we didn't try them on our grunkles.

They also had googly eyes.

Googly eyes. Golly, she pulled out all the stops. I'll have to step up my game if I'm going to match that!

She's a master of crafts. You don't stand a chance.

I refuse to be out-forgeried. Forgeryed?

I'll have to launch a counterfeit counterattack.

[......it's good that they're having fun.]

And now we're launching epic craft battles. What have I done?

Foolish, naive Dipper. If only you knew: I am a very dangerous person to give ideas to. Give me an inch, and I'll take a glitter-and-macaroni-covered mile.

Refrigerators and their magnets will surely tremble before you.

[Chara will find a single slice of butterscotch cinnamon pie left on the floor, with a small note on the plate.]

Dear Chara,

I thought you might enjoy a taste of Home!

The rest of the pie is in the kitchen, if you would like more, or would like to share with any friends.

Please be careful with the knives!

Sincerely, Toriel.

[She would have just confiscated all the knives and made Chara ask for a slice, but it seemed like a rather pointless prospect with the closets that give you anything around.]

Edited 2016-05-30 23:10 (UTC)

[They've sort of... been not spending a lot of time in their room lately. They don't... they don't know what to say to Frisk. They can hardly even process this for themselves. It doesn't feel real. It feels impossible that things would be this unbelievably okay for them. Things have no right being okay. They keep looking for a catch, keep expecting to wake up from this dream, keep holding their breath for the point when Toriel thinks their guard is down and tries to really make them pay for everything they've done wrong.

But they creep back into their room, careful not to wake up Frisk, and there's... there's a slice of pie on the floor.

Oh.

They kneel down by it. Try to read the note by the light of their phone, still hoping they don't wake Frisk up. It's... it's like they thought. There's the wrong name on it. Chara, not Frisk. This is... this is for them.

They shouldn't. They know they shouldn't. They definitely haven't earned it. But... right there, kneeling on the floor, they pick up the plate. It smells wonderful.

It feels like they're... like they're stealing? Like they can't be caught, like they need to sneak. But... haha, you tell a joke about a kid who ate pie with their bare hands. Just a couple bites. Just enough to remember what it's like.

...It tastes like home. Like love, like comfort, like the coziness of warm fire magic and a soft reading chair and a pair of big fuzzy arms that actually feel safe, even if they belong to an adult. It tastes, and that's how they know it's real, because they can't trick themselves into tasting if they're still soulless and just... just imagining all of this. It tastes like something Chara never thought they would ever again get to experience.

It's the best thing they've ever tasted.]

[At first they felt that they should just...give Chara space. They clearly need some time to adjust, and maybe distance would benefit them overall.

But Asriel being here really complicates things, and Frisk doesn't know what to do. They hate how they feel completely lost without Chara now. They hate that they can't stand on their own two feet for once.]

Chara please he's asking about you

He knows you're here. He alreayd knows there's no point

Ple ease can you just talk to him? or me? Or tell him you're alright

I'm worried.

Please don't do anything. please don't disappear.

I can't do this without yuo

He can't do this without you either he's worried and I am too please answer

Chara?

You can come back. It's ok to come back
I dont want

I'm sorry

You don't evne know if he's going to be mad
You took that choice away from him without anyone's sa y so

You cant know what 's best for him

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