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Has this ever happened to you?!

The theory is beautiful but the practice is ehhhh, the spirit is willing but the flesh needs canon revision, the muse is new and the task is daunting, and people on plurk were like OMG GO APPLY but you were like eehhhhhhhhhhh again and entranceway, what is it with this weird game and questionable run-on sentences in its memes is there no law is there no order is there no country for old men or young men or a bigger animanga cast WILL I LIVE UP TO MY EXPECTATIONS AND THE EXPECTATIONS SOCIETY PLACES UPON ME WHY ARE YOU STILL TYPING LOOK I JUST WANT TO PLAY A FEW THREADS AND SEE HOW THAT CHARACTER WORKS OUT IN THIS GAME oh wait you just want to play a few threads and see how that character works out in this game this game of wonderful Wonderlands well then

THEN STEP RIGHT UP AND SEIZE OPPORTUNITY BY THE--

--uhhhh, beard. Beard! I meant beard. Seize... seize it by the... beard and come meet your fellow cast and players at the... family-friendly, wholesome and healthy, entirely safe for work

♥ ENTRANCEWAY
TEST DRIVE MEME ♥

►► Test your shiniest and brand newest muses! Bring an old voice and try Wonderland's setting and population on for size! See how that Mirror personality fits your character! Post a top level comment, tag into other people's starters, enjoy yourself!

►► Thread out your character's arrival, have them act the long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like threading out!

►► If you want to take it a step further, check out our NAVIGATION for all the game info you'll need, and our INPUT & INQUIRIES page for any missing pieces. If that's got you convinced, the pages for RESERVES and APPLICATIONS are right there for you!

►► Please only note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme are not game canon, and cannot be used for the activity check OR as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding!

AND THAT IS ALL, NOW GO GRAB 'EM AND HAVE FUN!

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KITCHEN

[Undyne hasn't cooked in a long, long time.

She hasn't had the nerve to. Not since the last time she cooked something was...

Well, it lost her her house, and it gave her a friend that turned out to be the scum of the earth. Papyrus has urged her to try to reinstate her cooking lessons with him, but she's gotten about as far as opening a packet of noodles, giving up on getting them out, tossing the package in room temperature water, and going to watch TV with Sans instead.

But, hell. There's a kitchen here. And it's got everything a monster could ever dream of.

Undyne takes one of the tomatoes she's dug out of the fridge and considers it for a moment, before crushing it in her fist, with a spurt of red juice scattering every which way. She grins a toothy, toothy grin.

She throws the tomato into a pot and starts stabbing it hastily with a wooden spoon. Soon enough, the other pot she has on the stove is boiling over, and it looks like disaster might strike soon.

Undyne being the disaster.]

MUSIC ROOM

[Undyne missed her piano more than a lot of other things.

There were some things she missed more. People, really. But her piano's loss left her with no outlet. She plays when she feels unsure, when she feels restless, when she feels weak. She's felt all of these things and more for a long time now, with no keys to press, no tune to hum, no song to sing.

So when she finds the music room, it's like letting out a breath she's been holding for months.

She admires the piano, at first, lifting the cover and running her fingers along the keys, letting the crescendo of notes that are produced pull her back into the feeling. She grips her hand into a fist and brings it down hard on the keys, letting out a dissonant tone.

Yeah, that sounds about right. This place probably never lets it go out of tune with magic or whatever, anyway.

So she finally sits at the bench, and she begins to play, simple notes, but making it easier to sing concurrently. Her voice isn't perfect, a little pitchy in places, and she tends to outright yell rather than hit high notes, but it's clearly coming from a place of honesty. It's not hard to listen to at all.

She doesn't even notice anyone wander in. She's left the door open, after all.]

TRUE LAB/TINY RICK EVENT

[Little Undyne has been little for a little too long.

She's starting to forget that she's ever been an adult. It's coming in lapses, now, but she's starting to feel more young than old, and her tearing through the halls of the spooky laboratory can be heard from rooms away. She pit-pat-pit-pats her little sneakers as she climbs onto one of the beds, and starts jumping energetically from mattress to mattress.

One bed she's jumped onto starts to shake as she's on it, more and more violently as she jumps. Finally, she falls back onto it.]

Whoa!

[Goop emerges from below the sheets, spilling out onto the tile, vibrating her whole body as she wriggles wildly.]

WHAT IS IT!! I'LL KILL YOU!! DON'T SCARE ME, IDIOT!!!

[Finally, the goop has subsided, now entirely on the ground, and it reforms into a very, very droopy, very tall shape, like some kind of long, featureless monster with one limb. It shambles at her, and she yelps, wrapping herself up in the sheets in panic.]

Wait, what the hell... I ain't scared of you, punk!!

[She growls at the Amalgamate, remembering herself for a moment, but it doesn't seem very impressed. She's very small.]

[There's no mistaking that volume, once it pitches loud enough to rattle the tile beneath their feet. They're still lucky, they know - lucky that they didn't regress even farther than it possible. When the moniker of punk cracks out across the murk, there's definitely no doubt in their mind.]

[There's really only one thing she could be yelling at, too. Frisk skids to a halt, slips on a smear of dribbling white, and ends up flat on their back and out of breath.]

[They can only manage one wheezy, desperate protest, one hand upraised.] S-stop...

[There's no mistaking the figure that comes in and instantly slips on the gooey figure's puddle. Undyne, still lucid enough to remember who she was, gapes at them.]

The human...

[She bares her teeth, ready to start rushing them -- but suddenly, she forgets herself again, and she turns her vengeful expression to the Amalgamate once more, and stretches out a fist.

With the fluid motion of her arm, light blue magic spears shoot out towards the creature. They're tiny, and most fizzle right before reaching their target, but one hits. That one simply seems to be absorbed into the gooey flesh of the thing.]

WHAT!!! Don't eat my magic! It's not for eating!

[She rounds on Frisk once more, though now her expression is significantly less vengeful.]

What are you doing, beat it up! You're a human, you have death beams!!

[Little Undyne's imagination of how humans are supposed to be has made a lot of assumptions.]

[She springs to their defense at once, which is, perhaps, a bit over-optimistic. The Amalgamate swallows up the bolts of her magic, fizzling it away like bacon fat in a pan. Frisk has to scramble upright, panting, peering at the sticklike thing. Reaper Bird...?]

It's okay. It doesn't want to hurt us.

[It's scared. And it lashes out when it's scared. Most things do.]

Just...don't attack. Please.

[She glares at them.

She's remembering, in spurts. Remembering becoming friends with them. Remembering burning down her house together by having too much fun.

Remembering how they must have killed Asgore. Remembering how she never saw Alphys again after they ran into her. Remembering what her life was like after they happened to it.

She grits her teeth.]

How do you know what it wants!?

[True to their word, though, the strange monster of goo just sort of undulates in place. She looks between it and them.]

You better be right! And don't think you're off the hook!!! Once I'm big again, I'm gonna do what I should've done a long time ago!!

[With how hard they are to hit, there's no way her much weaker magic can take them on while she's in this child body.]

I just do.

[Even if it's Undyne, even if she might find out anyway - it's not their secret to tell. It's not their past to spill. They're a human; they know things that people maybe wouldn't expect them to know. And they can make that claim to someone small enough to believe it, divorced enough from the context of the Surface to accept it.]

[Reaper Bird sputters, like its caught in the static of a looping tape. Frisk kneels and prays for safety.]

[* , remembers its conscience.]

[Reaper Bird calms down considerably, now seemingly content to just drip silently, calmly. It hangs from the air to dry, but it never seems to get less goopy.

It's not very convincing reasoning, but coupled with their ability to make the weird monster calm down, Undyne is convinced after all. She's less convinced, though, of their innocence. Despite their ability to placate even the strangest, scariest monsters, they still killed Asgore and Mettaton.

They still took Alphys away.

She pouts, looking away, letting them do their thing.]

Why is it all f-- messed up, anyway? I've never seen a monster like that!

It's...hard to explain.

[But they can't keep giving her non-answers. If she wasn't suspicious before, she certainly has to be now.]

It's a lot of little monsters. All rolled together. They just...have to remember who they are.

[That makes sense, right? Absolutely. Yes.]

[At their answer, she peers curiously, somberly up at the dripdrying Amalgamate.]

How'd they get like that...?

[Somehow, knowing they were just regular monsters... That's even scarier. Could this happen to her? She's never heard of anything like this, no weird... joining of monsters that can't remember themselves. This struggle between multiple wills and bodies and memories.

Is she going to turn into that someday?

Undyne doesn't want to be here anymore. She's shaken to her core, overwhelmed by all of this. Being a child again, being in this creepy place, running into something... someone terrifying like that.

But those monsters...]

That's it! We have to save them!!! We have to... uhh...

[Her thoughts drift to Alphys instantly. Alphys would be the one who would know what to do.

But Alphys is gone. Undyne clenches her fist, gritting her teeth. She rounds back on the human.]

DO SOMETHING!!!

[The shout prompts a flinch - unintentional, involuntary, but no less abrupt. Hitches the breath in their lungs and stiffens them, and Reaper Bird's beaklike mouth begins to froth, as though sensing the disturbance in the rules of battle etiquette. Hastily, they do something mysterious, and the trembling protrusions of what used to be an Astigmatism start to lay flat.]

I am.

[Apparently placated, the Reaper Bird begins to dissolve into nothingness. A soft sigh issues from between parted lips, and the human sits back on their heels.]

It's okay now. See?

[As the bird monster dissolves, Undyne is just as mystified as the Astigmatism portion was. They're just... gone.]

...It's okay now.

[She repeats the words dully, as she continues to stare after its remains, an empty void where too many once were, an imagined stain on the tile that it left.

They're never going to be whole and apart again, are they? They're simply drifted away, to be peaceful despite their shared consciousness. Remembering who they were without being who they were.

Undyne's fist comes down on the mattress, gripping the sheets that have tangled around her legs. She pulls them out of the loose knot, extracting them from herself, leaving the bed a mess as she drops her little sneakers down to the ground.]

Am I going to be stuck like this forever too??

[As a child, constantly forgetting who she was. The same as the Amalgamate.

Only... no. She's still Undyne. Just different Undynes, different versions of herself.]

[She's quieter now. There's something wrong in all that - Undyne, looking unnaturally subdued. But she's never seen things like this before. She...must not have come from a path that yielded Alphys's sins, that displayed them beneath the warming fingers of sunlight.]

[Which would explain how unnerved she is, at the idea of facing a human.]

[A deep breath. They shake their head.]

No. It's an event. It'll...things'll go back to normal eventually.

[She wants to be able to protect these monsters, but this human keeps showing her up. And after she's learned what they're capable of, that hurts even worse. But there's not much she can do with her magic this weak.

She hasn't felt the high of determination in months. Instead, where determination once was, it's nothing but static. Echoing voices of Asgore and Alphys, long gone. Not even able to find hope in the continued lives of her final, remaining friends.

Because they're never leaving the Underground now.]

Nothing's ever going back to normal, [she argues pettily.] Not since you happened to me!! Do you even know what you DID!?

[Obviously they know they killed Asgore, but the disappearance of the remaining six souls, and of Alphys... Do they even know?]

[They flinch, jerking as though struck. Their heart twists, thudding in the hollow of their chest. Fingertips twining into the threads of their striped sweater, the fabric over their chest, tightening until they're gripping at it tightly. As if that might hold them together.]

[Breathe.]

[Face your consequences.]

I hurt people.

[She glowers at them.]

You did worse than THAT!!! NGAAAAHHH!!

[She jumps towards them, fully intending on just wrestling them to the ground. She doesn't exactly have a plan. Though she's long given up on thoughts of revenge, her childlike energy keeps coming back in waves, and that's enough to spur her to action. To do something. She might be slightly younger than them, and in a constant loop of forgetting how to fight with any finesse, just charging head on, but she wants them to at least know.

She's probably never going to get closure. She failed to protect her friends, plain and simple. And if the human can take on Asgore, they can certainly take on a scrawny child version of Undyne, a version of Undyne that couldn't lay a single hand on the King. But she's still just so angry.]

Edited (WHO???) 2017-09-03 06:14 (UTC)

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TINY UNDYNE YO!!!!!

HELL YEAH

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Kitchen! Also, AAAAAAAAAAAA

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Kitchen!

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MUSIC ROOM

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