— THE BOY.

[ Trying really hard not to think about getting on the Ferris Wheel with Kris in the Dark World and then later carrying them to safety while they were bleeding out ] [ It's not working ] Absolutely Nothing

[ Looking kind of scared ] Nothing has ever happened between me and Kris

. . .

* I BET THEY'RE WAITING FOR ME ･:*:･ﾟ☆

》》 ON THE PLAYER SELECT SCREEN ! 🎮

・゜゜・．LISTENING TO STRANGELY ♬ GROOVY ♬ MUSIC!!! ☆

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INDIE BERDLY — PENNED BY #MAGNETICDOG! 🖊️🌐

⟬ #DELTARUNERP ÷ #MVRP ÷ #RPSKY ⟭

I never even considered that Pluey could be a woman. Maybe I'm the problem

.

Nno

MADOKA???

My kin list. If you even care.

[ NC ]

... My sixth sense is acting up. Another Berdly just did something really stupid.

The computer room of the Librarby. ( * . . . something feels oddly off about it today. )

* That Flower? Noelle "SAID" it was a "get well soon" gift for me!

* . . . p-please don't tell her I used the quotations . . .

#DELTARUNERP - #MVRP - #RPSKY

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[ ... He's not sure what he just did. But whatever it was, it worked, running up the bar to 100%. This thing... was now spareable! ]

> SPARE <

[ With a flick of his halberd, the ... Ruppins, was SPARED. ]

> 1 / 1 RECRUITED ! <

[ ... What the actual fuck was that? ]

> DEFEND <

[ Using the blade of his halberd as a shield, he quickly blocks off the barrage of attacks from the odd fusion — Fuck. Why couldn't he have waited for Noelle to come with him?

Whatever. He's smart. Maybe he can figure this out. Maybe -- ]

> MAGIC <
>> B-ACTION <<
>> 𝙲𝙾𝙽 -- B̵R̴I̴B̷E̵ <<

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[ ... He feels a chill run straight through him at the sight, an involuntary squawk escaping his throat.

Embarrassing.

What the hell happened here? Did these Darkners fuse? Is this... one single object?

He keeps his guard up, readying his halberd in the event this... thing, attacks him. ]

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[ He looks around, scanning for other signs of life. Something easy to be distracted with.

.... What is that? Over there in the distance...? ]

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[ — but it still boggled the mind how the shelter translated so cleanly into this Dark World.

Why couldn't he have waited for Noelle to come? There's nothing he can really do in here without someone around to seal the fountain. ]

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[ He irritatedly crosses his arms, huffing a bit from his failed attempts at opening the shelter door. What is this even doing here? What???

Sure, this Dark World seemed to have been made right in the middle of Hometown — ]

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[ The message is puzzling for certain, and he's not sure what he should do, if at all, to acknowledge it. To accept the reassurance as it is, or ignore it altogether.

Regardless, he'll trudge along the cobblestone path and see where it'll take him. ]

[ It's admittedly a strange sight. Foreboding too, giving the sickly state he knows his Toriel to be in. Almost as if he's looking off into a grim future. One that makes his heart ache for Kris.

... His version of them, at the very least. ]

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[ Like a moth to a lamplight, or a bird to seed — he's drawn to the white silhouette — A Darkner? Or... something else, perhaps?

Logic tells him to run. But his gut tells him to follow.

And suffice to say, he's trusted his gut more than logic, as of late. ]

[ Ambling through the freshly made Dark World, Berdly eyes his surroundings with curiosity.

Normally, he wouldn't jump into a new Dark World without Noelle. Not without his best friend. But his own interest catches the better of him, leading him out to discovery. ]

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I have a feeling they won't, but sure. Whatever.

... How kind of you.

[ The sarcasm is real obvious here. ]

What do you mean, would I care?

If you were cool in high school, you didn't ask too many questions. You didn't have to ask, and that's what cool was: the ability to deduct, to know without asking. And the pressure to simulate coolness means not asking when you don't know.

... I didn't. But something tells me I'm better off not knowing.

... Even if you're different, you look too much like them. It'd just make me feel sick.

They're lucky I'm not beating their ass.

... They're lucky I'm not GOING to, either.

... You're a real miserable sack of shit, hm.

They're my friend. They're nice to me. They don't make me feel like an outcast, and they actually remember my name. Are those enough reasons for you?

Is it really?