Test Drive Meme

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Test Drive Meme

Prompts Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have! Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish... Oh well. There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle! Maybe one of the townspeople can help you out. Only... they're acting a bit strangely, aren't they? They're all too happy to show you around, but there's something unsettling about the way they're behaving. Almost cheerfully dissonant. Any questions about the history of the town are met with blank stares and brief silence, before they plaster a smile onto their faces and change the subject. Any attempts to tell them about your duties as a magi or anything else that relates to the magical will get similar reactions. Isn't there anyone normal here that you can talk to at all? Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel! A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you? A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Witch, and you fought valiantly. For your efforts, you've been awarded a grief seed - and with it, access to a brand new power! What sort of power did you get? Is it a useful one, or is it not so useful? Maybe you've mastered it beautifully, and now you're showing off to all of your friends. Maybe you're having a hard time keeping it under wraps, and now you're wreaking havoc across the town without meaning to! A Dreadful Nightmare: You had an absolutely horrid day. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you cause too much damage! Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

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[the_determinator]

[ Frisk turns in her sleep, her face screwed up from trying to hold back the tears. She lashes out with one hand at whatever is nearby.

It's Toriel's paw. They make contact, and a bolt of magic jumps from Frisk to Toriel. The monster's ears begin changing color, turning yellow -- but Frisk grips the woman's paw tightly in her sleep. ]

[guardimom]

[It's an agonizing pain, but she must hold on.]

You are safe. Please believe me.

[She attempts to channel all the healing magic she can muster, pouring it at Frisk.]

[the_determinator]

[ Frisk groans, and her eyes crack open just a little bit. The worried face of her adoptive mother comes into view, and Toriel's magic buoys her.

Toriel's ears slowly revert back to normal. The flowers around the bed disappear. The room brightens. And Frisk curls up into a tight little ball, shaking and crying. ]

[guardimom]

[Thank goodness. Toriel can't breathe easy just yet, though---she carefully pulls herself up onto the bed and gathers Frisk to her, murmuring softly and rubbing her back.]

Shh. I am here with you. Fear not, my child.

[the_determinator]

[ She all but burrows into the goat's warm fur, trying to make the shivering stop, just let it end...

The faces of her friends, separated from their bodies, continue to float through her mind. She lets out great sobs...

Slowly, slowly, she begins to calm down. And her grip on Toriel's hand loosens. Just a little. ]

[guardimom]

[Toriel hums softly to her, pushing a ring of heat out as far as she can. Go away, Nightmare. Nothing may harm her Frisk anymore. She holds on for as long as she is needed.]

...Frisk?

[the_determinator]

[ She nods sleepily into Toriel's fur. Her breathing has slowed, and become more regular. The tears have stopped.

Half-in and half-out of dreaming, and not sure which way to turn. She wraps her little arms around Toriel. ]

[guardimom]

[Toriel hangs on, fighting back the fear she'd felt. Frisk is safe. All will be all right. She again reaches in her treat bag---ah, yes. A cinnamon-coated cookie. She carefully waves it under Frisk's nose---scent memory is powerful, she knows.]

Your friends are here. We are all safe and sound.

[the_determinator]

[ Oh, it definitely is. That gets a smile out of Frisk. ]

I'm not a dog, Mom. [ But she rouses herself enough to grab at the cookie and take a bite. Crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside. Just the way she likes it. ]

[guardimom]

[Toriel just smiles and shakes her head.]

Warm and familiar scents have a way of stirring our memories. That was my aim.

Are you in pain, my child?