[ if a murder isn't carried out by friday night, no more food will be provided and everyone will starve to death.
jax has been given a human form again. it feels strange, needing to eat. feeling hunger again. craving an apple one day, an orange another. it's friday afternoon and nobody's taken any chances, though; most are distressed. jax is unusually calm about this, munching idly on a piece of toast he'd made.
[There are loads of things to consider when you've recently been kidnapped to another universe! Laphicet decides to first concern himself with gathering all the knowledge he possibly can about their situation. But when he spots a large book about insects in the library, he ends up getting distracted. There's one problem, though. The book's on the top shelf. Try as he might, he can't possibly reach it.
So when he hears approaching footsteps, he turns to face the other person, a nervous smile on his face.]
Oh, excuse me...! Could you possibly-
[And then he realizes that this kid isn't even much taller than him. Laphicet deflates a little, his smile now more apologetic.]
[So the rules of this game have just been explained, to the appropriate shock and horror of most participants. Get away with murder and you'll be rewarded, get caught and you'll be executed. There doesn't seem to be much consideration for anyone who'd rather not do the murder thing to begin with.
However Frisk is reacting to this bit of news, they might be a little distracted by the weird, ugly cat that is choosing this of all times to rub up against their legs and purr in a very demanding manner.]
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jax has been given a human form again. it feels strange, needing to eat. feeling hunger again. craving an apple one day, an orange another. it's friday afternoon and nobody's taken any chances, though; most are distressed. jax is unusually calm about this, munching idly on a piece of toast he'd made.
in fact, he doesn't seem concerned at all. ]
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frisk!
So when he hears approaching footsteps, he turns to face the other person, a nervous smile on his face.]
Oh, excuse me...! Could you possibly-
[And then he realizes that this kid isn't even much taller than him. Laphicet deflates a little, his smile now more apologetic.]
I'm sorry, just um... never mind.
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frisk!
However Frisk is reacting to this bit of news, they might be a little distracted by the weird, ugly cat that is choosing this of all times to rub up against their legs and purr in a very demanding manner.]
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