thisavrou_log | OTA and Closed

Who: Chara and misc!
When: Any time, will probably span as far back as Feb 24th
Where: Training Simulation Room, Library, maybe Medbay, and misc
What: Chara learns things about and in the simulation room, and avoids counseling where they can.
Warnings: General dark theme warnings for Chara! Also Undertale Spoilers.

Training Simulation Room - OTA

The Simulation Room's Default Environment #4 settings reminded them of a magazine cover. Not the interesting kind, but the boring one, with green golf courses and perfect people with perfect teeth. They were in a similar green field right now. The sky was completely blue.

Chara lifted their wrist, poking experimentally. Hadn't there been a note taped to the wall somewhere talking about controlling the room from the inside? It hadn't been very clear, and Chara is distracted for several minutes.

Without much outward warning the field shifts, and suddenly green is mixed with a carpet of yellow flowers. The effect on Chara couldn't be more different: their wrist falls to their side, and they don't seem bored anymore.

It's a sight that could hold them for a long time. They'll probably still be standing that way when someone else arrives.

Library - Closed

Their eyes hurt, and every few minutes Chara catches themself staring vacantly at some shelves beyond the book's top. They're not used to this much reading, and it's taxing them like exercisng a rarely used muscle. Can they really keep this up forever? Probably not. They have't thought that far.

There's nothing long-term-thinking at all about the way they've taken to hiding in the library. Their MID weighs on their wrist like a leaden weight, and they know there's things they should be doing. Screw those things! No one's the boss of them. They turn another page very defiantly, sinking further down in their chair.

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"What do you mean, work with?!" Chara bursts out, snapping their hands around for emphasis. An admission. A truth. About what? Anything, the-universe-anyone-anything--no. He's a shrink, he means them.

"Is that what you've been fishing for this whole time?!" They should be an artist: outrage, frustration, and disgust all blend perfectly, like colors for a painting.

"You know exactly what I mean. Work with. You know the nature of my profession and thus you should know the nature of the request." The kid gloves were well and truly off with Chara, Eric had come to realize that the games they were playing weren't going to work and that perhaps a more direct approach was necessary.

"Fishing for? I thought I was being rather blatant." He did say he wanted to get acquainted with them after all.

Chara stays silent, glowering. Then their gaze drops.

There's a thousand things that someone could find wrong about Chara, and he'd probably be interested in any of them. They don't want to give him that reach. Why does he have to be someone they hate? Why does any of this have to happen, couldn't the jury have found some punishment that left them otherwise alone?

Of course not. Chara needs fixing. They make a face, considering several ideas, and discarding each one. They're all wrong. Isn't there some side of themself they could show that isn't vulnerable?

Oh.

"I barely feel anything when I kill, now."

Edited 2016-04-07 23:34 (UTC)

He's patient while Chara glares and even more patient when they let their gaze drop to the floor. He never stops in his analysis of their body language, what they were doing, what they were feeling- it was actually an incredibly interesting case study.

When he hears the words though his eyes move, focusing once more on Chara's eyes, making sure the statement had been truth, making sure it was an actual true admission- something that he knew wouldn't just be to placate them... something most people wouldn't readily admit.

He moves quickly, nodding firmly even as his hand drops into his pocket and the illusion around them drops, returning them to the library. Chara's book was even still on the desk where it'd been when the doctor first arrived. He smiles openly. "Good. That will be where we start... tomorrow I'd like you to tell me if you always felt that way or if your relationship with killing changed somewhere along the line. It gives us both something to think about over night."

He moves to the chair and picks up his jacket, putting his arms through the sleeves, buttoning it.

Chara's head snaps from side to side, and the void is gone, replaced by their former sanctuary of books. They're standing by their chair, now, and it seems the only changes to the scene are the way their chair has been pushed back, and the shaking tension simmering under their skin. Most of it is hate. The rest...

"Is that it?" Their voice rises in what threatens to be a yell. They jerk, swinging an arm to encompass the void that no longer surrounds them. "All that--and now you're just going to go?"

Eric levels Chara with a particularly dry look. "If memory serves me correct, and it always does, only one of us spent the better half of our encounter squandering every moment of time that was afforded to them."

He smirks and its not a pretty expression. "I'm ready to leave and suddenly you're ready to talk, is that it? I'll happily stay if you think it would serve us both well? If not, I'd simply like for you to think about what we've discussed thus far."

There's a surge of dread in their gut, and Chara flinches. No, they don't want him to stay. No, they don't want to reenact the turmoil of the last however-long-he's-been-here. They want him gone so terribly that they're willing to force a lid on their rage, uncaring of the way it brightens to star-like intensity under the pressure. They'll deal with it later if it means he'll leave now.

"I'll think about all of it."

Their tone and face say nothing, and even without his empathy it all screams about how much should have been there. Emotional playing-dead at its finest? They look down at the table, affecting calm through their barely-constrained tension.

"I'm glad you will. After all these sessions would be for nothing if not for a little introspection." And he's straightening his clothes up and gathering his things. Just when he's about to leave he turns around once more though. "Oh and Chara? We're certainly going to have to work on your rage..." And he nods as if confirming it to himself before heading for the door, seemingly undisturbed by the day's events.

A muscle jumps in their jaw, but they give no response as he leaves. The door closes behind them. Chara counts seconds, starting backwards at twelve.

When they reach 'three' they seize the book on the table by its top cover, flinging it violently to their right. It tears from its binding and hits bookshelves when it lands, and Chara's already grabbing another book before that one hits the ground, throwing this one too.

The third book is only chopped downward, spine hitting first and pages springing apart. They want to tear the room apart, they want to tear Eric apart. Getting away from this place will have to be enough for now, and Chara storms from the room.

They can't kill him. Not yet. Maybe someday, but they can't right now, and...

Someday. Someday they will.

OTA and Closed

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