Mad Dummy
I'm still incorporeal, you DUMMY!!!Sample Roleplay
Under the constant thrum of upbeat music, the whirr of gears in exercise equipment, and the grunts of the humans and monsters working up a sweat on them came a tapping sound, then the rasp of wood scraping against tile. At this particular twenty-four-hour gym in San Francisco, a rather unconventional trainer had arrived.
A burlap-covered training dummy bounced and dragged its way across the lobby floor to the counter at the front. With every heaving step it took, the messy seams around its middle strained with the effort of holding it together. When it finally reached the counter, it cocked its crudely-shaped head at the clipboard. The pen beside it levitated and dragged itself across the sign-in sheet, scrawling out something that might have said ‘M. DUMY’ and something that might have been a rude word in a long-dead and indecipherable language.
“Yo, Mads,” a human staff member at the desk said, looking up from her computer. “How’s it going?” The dummy grumbled something incomprehensible, its lizard-like muzzle squirming as if it were full of mice. “What was that, M. D.?”
Finally the muzzle split open, flapping about as they spoke.
“Those papers! Writing about the king like that! Despicable!” “What’d they say?”
The floating pen dropped to the counter as the Dummy paused.
“I don’t – I didn’t – something about the murders! And King Asgore! Disgusting!” The human tried very hard not to smile at the dummy spitting stuffing all over the countertop. “That’s the spirit, Mad. Up and at ‘em.”
Still grumbling, the dummy hobbled deeper into the gym. Life on the Surface was much more exciting than skulking around in the Waterfall dump day in and day out, but it wasn’t all standing in the window of a fancy store, modeling floppy hats and flouncy dresses! (Though there was some of that as a part-time day job.) No, there were things like weather. And traffic! And now all this hubbub about humans getting murdered, or something! It was enough to really get a dummy fired up!
There was also a multitude of different bodies to try on, after so much time underground with just the training dummies to wear. There was nothing quite like a wrong body, and the ghost had tested the lot: crash dummies, punching bags, fancy mannequins, a rock ‘em-sock ‘em robots toy, an animatronic dinosaur, a sculpture in a fountain… no luck. Always they had returned to the basics: nothing fit quite like a good old monster-made training dummy. And a training dummy was built for one thing.
“Okay, you chumps!” the Dummy snapped as it hopped through the doorway of one of the gym’s smaller rooms. The mirrored walls stretched the mannequin’s reflection into something equal parts intimidating and absurd. It gave a last bounce and floated over the thick padding that covered the floor. A couple of humans lifting weights near the walls paused long enough to greet it and were acknowledged with a violent head-wobble nearly enough to disconnect it from its torso.
“This isn’t exercise! Jeremy, get over here!” A stout young man pounding his fists into a punching bag grinned and sauntered over, obviously familiar enough with Mad’s abrasive approach.
“Let’s see what you got!” Hey, it was a job, not too unlike when Undyne had practiced her moves on them. And humans weren’t strong enough to suplex boulders whenever they liked.
Thwap. Thwap. Two solid blows connected with and were absorbed by the dummy body with no more sensation than a slight tickle. The dummy snorted and leered, trying to maintain composure.
The effort was too much to bear. With a hideous rip the dummy’s torso wrenched itself in two.
“You call that an uppercut?! How pitiful.” The two halves of its body floated crookedly, gnashing together like a giant mouth and occasionally spewing mildewing stuffing. The human swung again as the Dummy worked itself into a self-sustaining frenzy, and a few of the patrons interested in sparring with a living, insulting training dummy began to form a loose queue.
“Pitiful! PITIFUL!!” Do you play any other characters on this site? If so, who?: None!
