Chara felt their stomach start to rumble as they looked forward to the notion of eating some food.
"Regardless of who asks, some pie would really hit the spot," they admitted. They listened to Bingle's over the top plan for obtaining pie, but were a little skeptical. But a topic stuck out to them.
"Speaking of health, we should wash our hands if we are going to eat soon. We've been playing outside, some of us even touched a muddy dirt pit."
Chara went to pick up a sponge from the front of the house, and dampened it with the outdoor faucet. In the village they came from, they relied on a well for water, so it didn't occur to them to keep their hands beneath the spigot and let the water wash over their hands.
Chara wiped some mud off of their own hands, then went to the others. They asked Amrun to remove her shoes temporarily so they could wipe her paws. They swept the sponge along each of Nachomamma8's wingtips. And they asked Bingle which foot it might use to push the pie into its mouth, and cleaned it accordingly.
When Chara came to their brother, he was hiding his hands behind his back.
"What's wrong, brother? I know it's not a monster custom, but you've always enjoyed it when I introduced it before."
"I already washed my hands. I am ready to eat pie," Farkran said, scrunching his shoulders.
Chara shook their head.
"The sponge was dry when I picked it up. I know you would not say that if it were not true, but you must have done it so long ago it needs to be done again." Chara's tone was polite.
"You're calling me dirty. Do you think your own brother is dirty? Do you not want to be my sibling?" Farkran had begun to frown. Something seemed off.
"I'm not trying to say that. Washing is good even if your hands are clean. Here, I will put our hands side by side and wash them at the same time so you don't feel like I'm shaming you." Chara grabbed at Farkran's wrist and pulled his hand up next to theirs, palm up.
Piny flecks of sawdust were scattered across his palm and caked his thumb.
"Farkran?!" Chara's C minor voice grew louder and louder.
"Did you-?
With Psyche?
And the book?
"
"I... I was so angry," Farkran stuttered.
Chara's last words had been so loud they seemed sure to alarm the adults. And those were their last words for the time being, because Chara began to cry about their betrayal.
"What's going on?" Asgore was the first responder, walking towards the sound of despair right away. Chara had latched onto Farkran's wrist and was holding it still, so Asgore could easily see all the sawdust as well.
"Farkran, did you ruin Sujimichi's book, not Psyche?" he roared.
For Farkran's father, the expression on Farkran's face was even more clarifying than a verbal answer. "You know so much better than to do such a dark thing. You make me feel ashamed of you, and you must be punished for this. Severely. You know so so much better.." Asgore looked pained, as though he was hurt as well as angry.
Asgore thought what to do, deliberating for seconds that seemed like hours.
"Since you've demonstrated you can't treat Psyche right, you are losing it. I had something in mind for Chara soon anyway, but I can't trust you with any companions at all. Go into the infirmary, find Psyche in a box, and ask which of your friends it would like to be with. I will transfer Psyche's soul into one of their toys or dolls for their first playdate, which you shall not attend. I'll give them tickets to ride with the riverwoman, and you can think about how much you wish you behaved as well as your friend who's riding with the riverman."
Asgore opened the door and held out his arm, allowing only Farkran to go inside the house. His demeanor fell so sad his horns seemed to droop. In truth, the twisted boy was more sad about losing Psyche as a status item rather than friendship.
As the door shut, the younglings wondered what type of object Psyche might come to inhabit, and if it would be more novel than a cat doll.
Asriel Dreemurr
, aligned with the
mafia
. Your partner is
popsofctown
, and you may speak with her in
this private topic.
You have a special ability.
Your father has always taught you the benefits of cordiality, decorum, and hospitality. You are excited about the opportunity to share these virtues with the other monsters this season. Half of leading is teaching.
Each night, you may PM the moderator the name of a player. The moderator will send the player their PM image, but with a cup of tea added to the picture, being enjoyed by their character. They will receive the text, "Asgore's son,
Mafia-aligned Asriel Dreemur
, has offered you tea, with his princely manners."
To confirm for the game, tell me your partner's name, summarize your ability and tell me that the mafia have daytalk, by PM.
Here is your image. It can be posted in the game thread if it's by itself:
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"Let us say that you are right and there are two worlds. How much, then, is this 'other world' worth to you? What do you have there that you do not have here? Money? Power? Something worth causing the prince so much pain for?'"
"Well, I..."
"What? Nothing? You would make the prince suffer over... nothing?"
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