05-04-2016, 07:16 AM
The one thing the little girl didn’t really like about her laptop was how unbearably slow it was. Slow to boot up, slow to log in, and slow to refresh pages. It was probably because of the rather medieval design, or at least the fact she was inside a cave, since caves normally didn’t have internet connections. She didn’t mind it, though. She’d gotten used to making do with what she had.
After roughly a minute or so of waiting, she scrolled her cursor towards the PesterOmni app she had installed out of curiosity and where she kept the contacts of her online friends. Opening it, she scrolled through the list of contacts she had.
luxuriusUncertainty was Online. He had apparently started pestering her a few seconds prior.
Her eyes widened, her heart racing a bit as she looked at the words he sent. She had only been friends with him a short while, but she still thought she was never going to get used to talking to him. He just was so… aggressive, and he always seemed to find something wrong with her. It didn’t feel right of him to do such things.
She never told him that, though. Even if he only contacted her when he felt like it, it was better than noone at all. Slowly, trying to type coherently, she pestered him back.
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FA: I'm... doing okay... how are you, um... doing...?
FA: Maybe... this nerd happened to... um... have a similar idea as yours?
FA: And... didn't know...?
FA: What's... blasphemny?
FA: So...
FA: If I were to, um... go to a place...
FA: And, um...
FA: Buy something... and it tastes... disgusting... right?
FA: I could say...
FA: It's blasphemy....?
FA: Ok...
FA: So... what are you...um... going to do to... this person...?
FA: I know...I know...
FA: Also... what is a sonic oc...?
FA: I... don't know what it is…
FA: I'm sorry, I.... I'm sorry…
FA: Oh!
FA: It's like, um.... Fanfiction!
FA: I... I don't know...
FA: But... I think I've... heard of something like that, um... before…
FA: Oh, um... ok...
FA: How do you, um.... do it…
FA: Okay…
FA: I think I, um... have an oc.
FA: I don't... um... think... um.........
FA: Um.....
FA: I....
FA: …
FA: I just...
FA: You'll...
FA: Probably... hate it...
FA: And I... um...
FA: I wouldn't, um... say I wouldn't...
FA: Well, I mean...
FA: I mean, I wouldn't..
FA: It's.... kinda…
FA: Oh... okay…
FA: Um...
FA: Let me think...
FA: Goats.
FA: Because...
FA: I mean... well...
FA: I'm... I'm sorry... I... I didn't..
FA: Um…
FA: Oh...
FA: Okay…
FA: Okay.
FA: Okay…
FA: Bye, Finn...
Her fingers shook as Finn stopped pestering her, though not as hard as it usually did when she talked to him. She leaned back into her chair, taking a deep breath. She wanted so desperately to tell him what exactly her “OC” was, even it did hurt a little for him to say she shouldn’t have had a goat as a favorite animal. It was okay, though. He didn’t know what she did.
She knew for a fact, however, that she couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t tell anyone. She wasn’t going to burden them with her problems when they probably had plenty of their own to deal with. Besides, it wouldn’t have been a good idea. She had gotten attached to all of her friends in the past and-
No… she thought, wiping her eyes as she felt herself starting to cry, don’t cry… there was nothing you could’ve done…
She decided to focus her attention back to what Finn had told her; something about “Sonic” and “Blasphemy.” According to his description of “Sonic,” he was a blue hedgehog who had other animal friends. Not exactly the most specific of definitions, but the blasphemy word was interesting. Apparently, it meant something that was so awful it had to be blasphemy. She chuckled, finding the hilarity in calling a tiny little flower “blasphemy.”
After checking through the rest of her contacts list, seeing that no one else had contacted her, she was about to close the laptop when Finn began pestering her again.
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She felt a smile form on her face as she closed out of the PesterOmni app. The drawing she saved on her computer as an image copy and as a background. It was pretty darn cool, especially with the green and purple fireball and regal looking clothes.
Yet, despite that, it reminded her of Toriel. Maybe it was the clothes, or the fireball, or just the overall design, but the drawing made her remember her. That was why she had stopped him before he could continue the drawing. It was better for him if he didn’t understand exactly why she had taken up the drawing for herself.
Still… maybe he isn’t all bad, she thought, glancing down towards the damp stone floor of her cave, maybe he really is a nice guy…
Yeah, a nice guy. Nice guys draw goats for tiny children.
Her chest thumped as a surge of pain coursed through her body. She grabbed a hold of her chest, gritting her teeth as she tried as hard as she could to keep from screaming. She barely managed to hold back tears as she leaned onto the desk, taking deep breaths as the pain slowly dissipated, replaced by the loud grumblings of her tummy.
>> Frisk: Obtain Water for Food
After roughly a minute or so of waiting, she scrolled her cursor towards the PesterOmni app she had installed out of curiosity and where she kept the contacts of her online friends. Opening it, she scrolled through the list of contacts she had.
luxuriusUncertainty was Online. He had apparently started pestering her a few seconds prior.
Her eyes widened, her heart racing a bit as she looked at the words he sent. She had only been friends with him a short while, but she still thought she was never going to get used to talking to him. He just was so… aggressive, and he always seemed to find something wrong with her. It didn’t feel right of him to do such things.
She never told him that, though. Even if he only contacted her when he felt like it, it was better than noone at all. Slowly, trying to type coherently, she pestered him back.
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-- luxuriusUncertainty [LU] began pestering freskAbenet [FA] at 12:00 --
FA: Oh... hi Finn... you're... um... Finn, right?FA: I'm... doing okay... how are you, um... doing...?
FA: Maybe... this nerd happened to... um... have a similar idea as yours?
FA: And... didn't know...?
FA: What's... blasphemny?
FA: So...
FA: If I were to, um... go to a place...
FA: And, um...
FA: Buy something... and it tastes... disgusting... right?
FA: I could say...
FA: It's blasphemy....?
FA: Ok...
FA: So... what are you...um... going to do to... this person...?
FA: I know...I know...
FA: Also... what is a sonic oc...?
FA: I... don't know what it is…
FA: I'm sorry, I.... I'm sorry…
FA: Oh!
FA: It's like, um.... Fanfiction!
FA: I... I don't know...
FA: But... I think I've... heard of something like that, um... before…
FA: Oh, um... ok...
FA: How do you, um.... do it…
FA: Okay…
FA: I think I, um... have an oc.
FA: I don't... um... think... um.........
FA: Um.....
FA: I....
FA: …
FA: I just...
FA: You'll...
FA: Probably... hate it...
FA: And I... um...
FA: I wouldn't, um... say I wouldn't...
FA: Well, I mean...
FA: I mean, I wouldn't..
FA: It's.... kinda…
FA: Oh... okay…
FA: Um...
FA: Let me think...
FA: Goats.
FA: Because...
FA: I mean... well...
FA: I'm... I'm sorry... I... I didn't..
FA: Um…
FA: Oh...
FA: Okay…
FA: Okay.
FA: Okay…
FA: Bye, Finn...
-- luxuriusUncertainty [LU] has ceased pestering freskAbenet [FA] at 12:01 --
[/spoiler]Her fingers shook as Finn stopped pestering her, though not as hard as it usually did when she talked to him. She leaned back into her chair, taking a deep breath. She wanted so desperately to tell him what exactly her “OC” was, even it did hurt a little for him to say she shouldn’t have had a goat as a favorite animal. It was okay, though. He didn’t know what she did.
She knew for a fact, however, that she couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t tell anyone. She wasn’t going to burden them with her problems when they probably had plenty of their own to deal with. Besides, it wouldn’t have been a good idea. She had gotten attached to all of her friends in the past and-
No… she thought, wiping her eyes as she felt herself starting to cry, don’t cry… there was nothing you could’ve done…
She decided to focus her attention back to what Finn had told her; something about “Sonic” and “Blasphemy.” According to his description of “Sonic,” he was a blue hedgehog who had other animal friends. Not exactly the most specific of definitions, but the blasphemy word was interesting. Apparently, it meant something that was so awful it had to be blasphemy. She chuckled, finding the hilarity in calling a tiny little flower “blasphemy.”
After checking through the rest of her contacts list, seeing that no one else had contacted her, she was about to close the laptop when Finn began pestering her again.
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-- luxuriusUncertainty [LU] has began pestering freskAbenet [FA] at 12:11 --
FA: Oh...
FA: That... is...
FA: SO COOL!
FA: She can shoot fireballs! She looks so cool!
FA: Oh…
FA: Can... we have her shoot fireballs... too?
FA: Actually…
FA: I think I... can do that myself…
FA: Okay…
FA: Bye... Finn…
-- luxuriusUncertainty [LU] has ceased pestering freskAbenet [FA] at 12:16 --
Quote:Pesterlog: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...2#pid70812
She felt a smile form on her face as she closed out of the PesterOmni app. The drawing she saved on her computer as an image copy and as a background. It was pretty darn cool, especially with the green and purple fireball and regal looking clothes.
Yet, despite that, it reminded her of Toriel. Maybe it was the clothes, or the fireball, or just the overall design, but the drawing made her remember her. That was why she had stopped him before he could continue the drawing. It was better for him if he didn’t understand exactly why she had taken up the drawing for herself.
Still… maybe he isn’t all bad, she thought, glancing down towards the damp stone floor of her cave, maybe he really is a nice guy…
Yeah, a nice guy. Nice guys draw goats for tiny children.
Her chest thumped as a surge of pain coursed through her body. She grabbed a hold of her chest, gritting her teeth as she tried as hard as she could to keep from screaming. She barely managed to hold back tears as she leaned onto the desk, taking deep breaths as the pain slowly dissipated, replaced by the loud grumblings of her tummy.
>> Frisk: Obtain Water for Food