overjoy | UNO ♔ [TEXT]

Do you come with a guide

I will give you two chip bags for it

[He has two snack bundles and the chips are his least favored thing, they are worth a robot head, surely.]

Are you too simple to understand me?

That's acceptable.

[Chips are cool and worth the LABORIOUS EFFORT of robot decapitation.]

That isn't the word I'd use

They're yours when I get my robot head

[Well... GOOD....]

Of course you wouldn't, because you're simple.

Be waiting in our room.

That's not the reason I was thinking, either

[Making him leave his hobo lurking closet...]

Going, going

[Half an hour later-]

[Creeeek. That's the jingle of the Dead Robot Head Man opening your door! Quick, run to him and see if he has the cherry flavored mechanical eyeball!]

[Yotsuya was told to wait, he is going to stand by the opposite wall and wait, because getting this robot head is important to him. If he can escape getting stabbed, it is a bonus.]

Hi.

Hi~

[Grinning just as widely as ever, he holds up the robot head by the wires of it's neck- What a beaut, she looks to be at least five pounds and the skin on her face is intact, though the same can't be said for the back of her head.]

[Sliding into the room, he swings it back and forth. At least there are no knives out.]

The payment, first, before you get this.

[Yes, she's perfect. He's staring at her, practically itching to investigate what intricate oddities he can exploit from a severed robot head, and--ah yes. The payment.

He holds up a hand, then reaches down and picks up a bag from the floor. A snack bundle bag, but he pulls out the two chip bags to prove they're there before dropping them back in.]

Should I throw it? I don't want to throw it. Can you not stab me if I go over there?

[Carefully, he inspected the bags, keeping the robot head held out and still swinging. Less than where they came from and more to the point that they had no tears, no places where Yotsuya could have placed poison or other such things.]

You'll break them. I promise not to stab you for the time being, so long as your goods aren't tarnished.

[Because he knows where to get poison...]

Okay. [One step forward--] Keep that promise.

[He approaches...! With chips. Which he holds out for any in depth inspection they require, whilst ogling the robot head in the meantime.]

[He may not show it, but this guy is paranoid as all hell sometimes.]

A prince always keeps his promises.

[Snickering once again at Yotsuya's reluctance to approach him, Bel hands the robot head to him casually, snatching at the chips in return.]

[Reluctance, please. He almost got stabbed in the neck last time, this is reasonable. But he grabs the robot head anyway and kind of- hugs it. Possessively.

What a cool prop.]

I had only an iota of doubt. [robot head robot head robot head...

...robot head!!!] Thanks.

[True to his word, Bel cracks open one bag of the chips (inspecting the seal carefully first) and produces not a knife from them, but a tasty carbohydrate based snack.]

Ushishishi~!

[Crunch. Chew chew chew. Swallow.]

[They were passable. He turns away to go enjoy his snack on the bed. Pig.]

What are you going to do with that thing?

[Yotsuya remains where he is, close to the door in case he needs to dive out of the way of sharp objects. Everyone in this room is paranoid. He's still ogling the head, up close now!! but glances up at Bel.]

I don't know yet. Something exciting, hopefully.

[Flopping back on the bed, Bel disregards any food safety recommendations and eats his snack lying down. Because he's a prince.]

[At least no knives are coming of this!!! this time.]

Aiming for a cheap trick or scare, like a horror movie? 'shishi, that might get you some points from the more pathetic ones here.

Hardly.

[As if he would waste such a good piece on something cheap. That's what shitty notes taped to the wall are for.

He tucks the head under his arm and thinks. about it.]

It's a prop, not a focal point. Part of a greater whole.

[Chomping down on a few more chips, Bel shifts and flops half his body off the bed, legs still on but head hanging off the side upside down. Shame, if he was facing your direction you might see his eyes like this.]

Aah? Are you going to make me get more to make a museum of those?

[His roommate appears to be melting... that's fine. He leans against the door frame, and taps his fingers on the robot head.]

Maybe. Not for that purpose, though. I don't know yet.

[When not stabbing or posing, Bel is rather... melty and slothful.]

[Crunch crunch. How the hell does he eat chips like this?]

You don't even have a plan?

[He's like an amoeba... that eats chips...]

It's a single head. You think that's everything involved?

[This is a process! excuse you.]

[he has about the motivation level of one right now.]

Obviously not. So you like to blindly fly through a failure, then, without any sort of idea where you're going?

[He is not Fran he doesn't know horror besides the rip rip stab stab part.]

[Not really surprising that he only thinks about the stabby parts.]

No. Creating a horror story requires narration, cast, and audience. [he taps on the head again] This head becomes part of the set, if it's relevant to the plot. "A creepy head" isn't the whole story at all.

Obviously, if I don't have an audience in mind, I can't tell you what this head is for yet. [Obviously!!]

[They're the most fun!]

'shishi~! So there is some thought in that head.

The audience here is fairly easy to read, no? Reluctant, weak people who got into this game not knowing what to expect.

[....Nevermind that they learned how joypoints were gotten after they signed up...]

You think you're excused? Everyone has the potential to be the audience.

[He's not picky!]

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