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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 0:47:29 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 0:47:29 GMT -5

marilyn.

"Ohhhh, yesss!"

It's absolutely marvelous! But then again, when do I ever do anything less than? "She going to love it, don't you think, darling," Myra's birthday party was my idea of course, fairy lights strung up like the, um, vintage webs she has in every corner, but of course that's just who the child is. And confidence is the number two rule of fashion, right behind being related to me, of course . Getting the tyke out of her room long enough to have Naps do all the hard work wasn't the most difficult part, all I had to do was get Sans to distract her with some money-garble, and for the decor, well.

When is Marilyn Casteris not prepared for a makeover for the disastrous; besides, if she hates it I might finally be able to convince the little thing to switch rooms with me. Win, win either way!

"What'd you say, hon? Oh it's no matter, the others should be coming soon so you- I mean we- we should finish up soon!"

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 0:58:18 GMT -5

Post by ᴥ on Dec 30, 2015 0:58:18 GMT -5

I really like making Marilyn happy. She's a pushy person, far too vibrant and bold and sometimes it's blinding but she's nice. When she smiles she's happy enough for the both of us so I really don't mind doing all the hard work if in the end, it's what she wants.

I'm not a very strong willed person. I am a whisper in the wind and I think she knows that because she really hasn't done much this whole time but order me around. I kind of want to complain about it but in the end it's not worth the strain. Once this party starts they will forget about me and I can try to make friends with the spiders that have been skittering just out of sight, legs pattering against the floor. They're quite cute.

There's nothing really to be scared of, when it comes to bugs. They have one goal in life, one reason that they do anything. Survival. So if I don't make them think they're going to die, they're not going to hurt me. It's a simple equation and I'm always ready to make friends who can not intimidate me with their words.

(I spare Marilyn a quick glance, stifling a smile because she looks so damn excited over a birthday that I don't have it in me to feel biter about the sweat on my brow. We're family, after all.)

"I'm done." I murmur, sticking one last paper cutout of a little ghost upon the wall and wringing my hands anxiously. "I hope she doesn't get mad we decorated her room without permission."

People are not as simple as bugs.

I don't know what they will do.

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 1:38:05 GMT -5

Post by Python on Dec 30, 2015 1:38:05 GMT -5

papyrus.

A mere mention of the word party spurred Papyrus into an insatiable state of excitement. She always forgot everybody’s birthdays (except Sans’ and her own, because duh), and didn’t bother asking who until after she decided upon cooking a plate of spaghetti for the occasion. She needed the practice, and spaghetti was the perfect entrée for a birthday party.

It turned out to be Myra’s fifteenth birthday, and Marilyn had a surprise party planned out. That was even better; it meant that she didn’t have to participate in any of the decorating. She could simply bring the plate of spaghetti and serve it to Myra with her cake.

Now, Myra was definitely one of the more secluded and quiet ones, but Papyrus appreciated her regardless. Her tea parties were always a blast, and her baked goods were drool-worthy. It was actually disappointing when she realized the croissants and donuts wouldn’t be there since it was a surprise party, but maybe the birthday cake would be a decent substitute.

When she arrived, she burst into the room with her plate in hand, and announced herself. ”I’m here with food!” She smiled at Naps in the corner, then found Marilyn doing absolutely nothing, which was surprising. ”When does the party start?”

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 1:51:52 GMT -5

Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Dec 30, 2015 1:51:52 GMT -5

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Parties are - hic! - something I think I would enjoy were I not stuck in this shit hole with these - hic! - morons, making sad party decorations with whatever they can find lying around. I, on the other hand, decided to - hic! - make something actually worthwhile. Cakes are shit easy, all you - hic! - have to do is add flour and an egg and some butter and - hic! - a swig of brandy and then some for me and then sugar and mix it all around and add - hic! - more brandy for good luck and another swig because it's a fucking birthday and we should be celebrat- hic! - ing. And then you mix all that shit in the bowl, and add some baking powder and some cocoa you managed to scavenge in - hic! - the cupboards and was saving it for a special occasion. And after that you take another swig of brandy because this shit will send - hic! - me into a coma either way and I'd rather go out happy than wanting to - hic! - take a drill and plunge it into my head.

Once you've done that and poured it into a tin lined with - hic! - cooking paper (because someone tried to cook without that once and I spent - hic! - two hours scrubbing the pots back to new) and let it cook for an hour. Whilst you're waiting you could choose to down an entire bottle of vodka, but then remember you're - hic! - cooking and don't want to set your hair on fire and burn the whole place down, so instead take a shot for good measure and put the bottle away for later. Back to that - hic! - brandy. Oh, and the cake. Shit. Yep, the cake has to cool once it's cooked through. Then you can ice it if you want - hic! - but that stuff is expensive. Eh. It's a party. Might as well-

Shit. How do you spell Happy Birthdae?

Hapy Birthdae?

Happie?

Burthday? Dae?

Happie Burthday?

Happie Burthday.

"I brought the fucking - hic! - cake."

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 2:29:03 GMT -5

Post by Avalon on Dec 30, 2015 2:29:03 GMT -5

[presto]

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[presto]

Undyne Alisdair-Parrish
"deep in my bones, i can feel you"

[/presto]

I was never meant to be a sentimental girl, ever since the day I came home, my hand in Asgore's as he lead me into the darkness- boardered up windows and tattered walls. I was one of the first to come home, one of the only two to be properly trained, made into a career mindset that had shifted us into different directions- me and Asriel. I was the favorite of them all, it was undeniable, and made clear ever since the damned day Asriel's knife slid across my face, my eyes was replaced with a patch to keep other's from witnessing but only a socket that took its place.

"It's just a party, no need to get excited--"

( "It's just love-- no need to get sentimental." )

My mind still as everyone cheered and shouted, "Happy Birthday!", or anything of the likes- to the spider queen, Myra, that had shown true feeling for an occasion that happens every year. ( "You're just jealous because you've never had a birthday party, Undyne." -- and perhaps you're right, perhaps I am jealous ) I gripped the spear in my hand, I'd found it in the abandoned supplies the peace keepers had left behind before we'd moved into here. I've never seen the outside world very much ( fading memories of such before adoption, I've lived in the dark for far too long. )

The clock was striking 9 am and the tea party had to commence, just like it did everyday, everyone was starting to arrive and I'd paid my gold in exchange for a small party favor ( we've basically built our own useless economy down here, what a shame. ) Setting it down, I moved over to Myra, a slight smile formed in place of stoic-

"Happy Birthday, Myra."

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 3:28:05 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Dec 30, 2015 3:28:05 GMT -5

AMBROSE FAIRCHILD

looking up from underneath
fractured moonlight in the s e a
reflections still look the same to me
as before i went u n d e r

I burst into the room in a flurry. My hair is strewn across my face, my clothes are ruffled, my laces are loose and barely tied. The moment the door swings open and I set foot into the room, my face breaks out into a dimpled smile, and pink flares in my cheeks. "Happy birthday!" I cheer.

But my joy soon dwindles and my smile narrows as my eyes drink in the filled seats and the set table. "Ooh, am I late?" But I know the answer before the words leave my mouth. Scarlet creeps its way up my face as I shuffle my way over to the table and take my seat.

"Sorry!" I apologize feebly.

and it's peaceful in the deep
c a t h e d r a l where you cannot breathe
no need to pray
no need to s p e a k

"even stars burn out."

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 19:31:20 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 19:31:20 GMT -5

marilyn.

"I'm done. I hope she doesn't get mad we decorated her room without permission."

"Napsy, dear, she should be grateful I- I mean we! We did this to be-"

"I'm here with food!"

"Oh hello, hello! Papyrus, thank dar- spaghetti?"

"I brought the fucking - hic! - cake."

"Oh dear goodness, Greer, if that cake is spiked so help me- she's fifteen!"

...

"Put it on the table though; Undyne!"

"It's just a party, no need to get excited."

"Oh, okay bye, dear; is that everybody?"

"Happy Birthday! Ooh, am I late? Sorry."

"It's-" breathe, Marilyn honey, breathe, okay flawless, "it's perfectly fine! Sans should be bringing Myra up here, so uh. Everybody get comfortable."

---

Oh boy, I need a drink, if Sans doesn't show up I'll actually scalp her on sight. Honestly, with these acrylics would it even be worth it - I pull up a chair by the door, of course the room is aesthetic to the point. Every latest decor I could get my hands on is here, the only thing missing is the spider princess herself and I finally get a second to breathe.

Everybody looks, um, darling, Ambrose's hair could use a touch up and Papyrus- maybe she'll leave with Sans. But I look grand! Silver linings, silver linings, my eye twitches a little but that's besides the point. Myra'll love it, or hate it, and either way this room is as good as mine.

"Remember to look out for the spiders, Myra'll have a birthday fit if one of those things wind up dead."

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 20:06:52 GMT -5

Post by Python on Dec 30, 2015 20:06:52 GMT -5

myra webb

A pest interrupted her morning tea. She had reached a state of utter tranquility, nibbling on sweets as Miss Muffet scuttled across the adjacent wall. Myra watched her carefully and savored the taste of her morning joy. Today was her birthday, but she hadn’t planned anything special to celebrate. She had decided to spend the day amongst her littlest friends, and leave only to bake herself cupcakes. She had been saving those ingredients.

Instead, a knock at her door summoned her to an unwelcome face, but when Sans offered a friendly smile and a donation of money, she decided she wouldn’t be fool enough to reject it. She would consider it a special birthday treat.

Tea cup in hand, she was guided all the way to the other side of the house. She waited impatiently for a discussion about what Sans owed compared to what Myra would receive, and waited for quite awhile, tapping her nails against a wooden table.

In short, it was just money laid out in front of her. Not very much, at that. ”I’m leaving, this is a waste-“

And then Sans agreed to take her back, as if nothing had happened at all. Time wasted, she frowned until she passed the threshold of her room. There, she paused in the doorway upon absorbing the drastic change to her room decoration – heart jumping at the thought of the endangerment of her little spiders – and blinked. Everybody was here, save for Asgore.

”Happy Birthday!”

Oh.

It was a party.

She didn’t know what to say, so she curled her lips into an amused smile instead.

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Dec 30, 2015 23:13:49 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Dec 30, 2015 23:13:49 GMT -5

AMBROSE FAIRCHILD

looking up from underneath
fractured moonlight in the s e a
reflections still look the same to me
as before i went u n d e r

Myra says nothing and I worry. I worry I worry I worry and I worry, because her lips are still as stone. But then they curl into a smile and I worry worry worry less - but I wish she'd say something. Anything at all, even a soft "thank you."

My face bursts into another smile that dimples my cheeks and flares them pink, pink, pink. A strange silence fills the room, the fear that it will ruin Myra's birthday party seizes me with its cold, cold hands.

Gaze drifting around the room to find someone to pose the question stirring in my mind, my eyes land on Naps at last. It's like I've pointed a finger at him with my eyes alone. "Naps," I chirp softly, "could you light the candles?"

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no need to s p e a k

"even stars burn out."

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Jan 1, 2016 7:28:31 GMT -5

Post by ᴥ on Jan 1, 2016 7:28:31 GMT -5

Oh no, oh no, oh no. I think one of the spiders disappeared up my shirt and he very certainly wasn't invited up there. I'm only fourteen, I'm not really ready for this kind of commitment and his legs are really itchy and they kind of sting a bit as they race across my arm and I can't kill it because that would upset Myra and I seemed to have given the little bug the wrong idea in the first place and-

ow!

It bit me. Of course it bit me. Maybe it was a love bite I can't be bothered to check because it has already scurried off my fingertips and into the rubble below and I sit down hard on the ground, rubbing the not-quite-vampire bites on the back of my hand and trying to keep the tears brimming in my eyes from falling onto my nose because you can't cry at a party.

Marilyn would have a fit.

"Naps." Oh no, that's my name. Well, it's not really my name name but it's what everyone calls me so oh no someone is talking to me and the spider love bite still burns a bit and I don't want to answer them. But it'd be rude just to ignore them so I look up and oh no it's Ambrose, she's always so sweet to me and she might hate me if I don't listen. "Could you light the candles?"

Oh no. Oh no I can't light the candles because I'll probably burn the whole cake down and ruin the party and my hand really hurts.

"Not really feeling up to it right now, Sorry Ambrose." I mumble and I hide my face within the fabric of my jeans. I really hope that someday I'll just fade away.

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a cup of spiders ; undertale blitz Feb 6, 2016 6:32:49 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 6, 2016 6:32:49 GMT -5

AMBROSE FAIRCHILD

looking up from underneath
fractured moonlight in the s e a
reflections still look the same to me
as before i went u n d e r

There is a worry in Naps's eyes, and it ignites mine. "Not really feeling up to it right now, sorry Ambrose." I would plead with him with downcast and disappointment in my eyes, but the more time wasted, the more Marilyn's party will slide downhill. And I won't I won't I won't let that happen. I can't.

Worry worry worry racing through and around and around my head, shakily, I stand and smile kindly, dimples dotting my face. "O-okay, I'll light them," I volunteer, taking the lighter in my trembling hand. You can you can you can you can, I try to tell myself, but it only feeds anxiety's fire.

I strike the match, and lower it to the first candle. And the next. And the next. And the next and next and next and next until the cake is lit up like how I would imagine the sky to be at night, if my theory of the Beyond is correct and there is truly a sky and not just a hard wooden ceiling.

The tension releases just a bit when I blow out the match. A tail of smoke coils out into the air from its blackened end. It reminds me of a little gray snake. "Let's sing!" I chirp, pleased that I managed not to light up the entire building in flames. I glance at Marilyn nervously before setting down the charred match. Please please please be happy.

and it's peaceful in the deep
c a t h e d r a l where you cannot breathe
no need to pray
no need to s p e a k

"even stars burn out."