[So, several things have occurred. Chara's cut the conversation off, because that leaves the phone free for things they're actually capable of. Can't speak, but they can type.]
Frisk is talking about the core again' they're going to erase themselves
I know you can't do this right now but you have to know
Frisk is talking about the core again' they're going to erase themselves
I know you can't do this right now but you have to know
[Someone texts him and Sans sees the name attached. He sighs because oh boy, here's Chara again, probably ready to tell him a lot of things he already knows. Amazing they even want to talk to him after he let both kids down so thoroughly in Quor'toth. He almost wants to just ignore it, but...]
[Sigh. He reads the text.]
[And sits up.]
wonderland's core?
do you know if they have a plan yet? do they have any way of getting across the mirrors?
[Sigh. He reads the text.]
[And sits up.]
wonderland's core?
do you know if they have a plan yet? do they have any way of getting across the mirrors?
[12/16, technically, it's probably past midnight i guess, text]
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2016-12-16 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know.
[A few minutes to calm down, but calming down is hard, they can't stop thinking about Frisk. They backed off like this because they were terrified their influence almost meant they lost Frisk, but now they're going to lose Frisk anyway. Everyone's going to lose Frisk.]
They'd given up on it until I refused them . They're doing this because I said no
I can't go to them and I can't ask I'll make it worse
[A few minutes to calm down, but calming down is hard, they can't stop thinking about Frisk. They backed off like this because they were terrified their influence almost meant they lost Frisk, but now they're going to lose Frisk anyway. Everyone's going to lose Frisk.]
They'd given up on it until I refused them . They're doing this because I said no
I can't go to them and I can't ask I'll make it worse
[He actually gets to his feet while he waits for an answer. It doesn't come, and it doesn't come, and Sans actually starts to pace, which is difficult in his room, since there isn't much of a visible floor. He fidgets with his phone. Checks the network. Glances out the window at Snowdin--not Snowdin, just snow, just regular snow, still just Wonderland.]
[He thought he'd gotten through to them. They had that--that whole conversation, months ago. He thought he'd made it clear that there's no such thing as a perfect Erase, and he'd thought they'd understood, and he'd thought--thought they'd actually listen to him for once. Just on one thing. Wishful thinking.]
[It doesn't even matter what made them change their mind, what drove them to this again. It doesn't matter, because what matters in these situations are the facts--where is Frisk now, what are they doing, can they be stopped, is there still time? He's about to text Frisk himself when Chara answers.]
i doubt this is all your fault. what did you say no to?
[He knew the two of them were...understandably having some problems, but he had no idea it was this bad.]
try to calm down okay? there's no easy way to reach the core from this side. unless this event turns out to involve mirrors again. we have time to stop this.
i'll text them now.
we should probably just tell everyone this time
the more people watching them, the harder it will be for them to do it
[He thought he'd gotten through to them. They had that--that whole conversation, months ago. He thought he'd made it clear that there's no such thing as a perfect Erase, and he'd thought they'd understood, and he'd thought--thought they'd actually listen to him for once. Just on one thing. Wishful thinking.]
[It doesn't even matter what made them change their mind, what drove them to this again. It doesn't matter, because what matters in these situations are the facts--where is Frisk now, what are they doing, can they be stopped, is there still time? He's about to text Frisk himself when Chara answers.]
i doubt this is all your fault. what did you say no to?
[He knew the two of them were...understandably having some problems, but he had no idea it was this bad.]
try to calm down okay? there's no easy way to reach the core from this side. unless this event turns out to involve mirrors again. we have time to stop this.
i'll text them now.
we should probably just tell everyone this time
the more people watching them, the harder it will be for them to do it
I told them I wasn't going to reply to them and they started messaging about how if I really didn't want anything to do with them they'd fix the problem. I did this
[Funny how he'd tried to tell them that they had to learn when to QUIT, huh? Funny that trying to QUIT really does just make it worse! This whole situation's just one big barrel of laughs!]
I told Alphys too. She'll know.
Thank you
[Funny how he'd tried to tell them that they had to learn when to QUIT, huh? Funny that trying to QUIT really does just make it worse! This whole situation's just one big barrel of laughs!]
I told Alphys too. She'll know.
Thank you
[He stares at this text.]
[They. Okay. They're doing this because Chara wasn't speaking to them? There's gotta be a lot of details he's missing, but it doesn't really matter. How can they just...?]
[He thinks about what he'd do if Papyrus stopped speaking to him. Just rejected him like his Mirror did, like what happens in his worst nightmares. He'd probably start thinking along the same lines too--but, hell, he wouldn't actually say anything about it. Telling someone you're going to do something terrible because of them is...kind of messed up, right?]
no.
this is not your fault.
[It wasn't Mirror Papyrus's fault, either. Not until he--]
i'll touch base with alphys
and i'll let the others know as well
we'll stop this
[And...]
[He doesn't think Chara has ever thanked him. For anything. Ever.]
don't thank me until i've actually managed to do my job
...for once.
[They. Okay. They're doing this because Chara wasn't speaking to them? There's gotta be a lot of details he's missing, but it doesn't really matter. How can they just...?]
[He thinks about what he'd do if Papyrus stopped speaking to him. Just rejected him like his Mirror did, like what happens in his worst nightmares. He'd probably start thinking along the same lines too--but, hell, he wouldn't actually say anything about it. Telling someone you're going to do something terrible because of them is...kind of messed up, right?]
no.
this is not your fault.
[It wasn't Mirror Papyrus's fault, either. Not until he--]
i'll touch base with alphys
and i'll let the others know as well
we'll stop this
[And...]
[He doesn't think Chara has ever thanked him. For anything. Ever.]
don't thank me until i've actually managed to do my job
...for once.
[It's stupid how hard they have to wrestle to make sure they don't cry. They had a whole month to toughen up. They can't break down. This wall can't ever crumble. Why is he saying it isn't their fault? He's the guy who judges. They were the one so caught up in hurting themself that they hurt other people, right? It's their fault for not forgiving. It's their fault for not doing what Frisk told the to do. Their fault for insisting on staying away, insisting that Frisk be held accountable for what they agreed to instead of giving them a pass.
Why is he being so... so... nice? Why is he being so like this?]
Just save them. Please.
Why is he being so... so... nice? Why is he being so like this?]
Just save them. Please.
[There's no note. There's no indication of who it's from. If all goes well, he won't ever know who gave it to him. It took them a long time to make, long hours and days of knitting when they couldn't sleep or didn't want to sleep, but there was nothing else for them - nothing else they could do.
It's a scarf, carefully crafted from red cloth. He'll recognize it at once. It's the spitting image of the one Papyrus usually wears. They'd done their best to recreate it, down to the last stitch.
It's goodbye, plain and simple.
Thank you, Sans.
Good night.]
It's a scarf, carefully crafted from red cloth. He'll recognize it at once. It's the spitting image of the one Papyrus usually wears. They'd done their best to recreate it, down to the last stitch.
It's goodbye, plain and simple.
Thank you, Sans.
Good night.]
[...There's already a present outside his door. Chara had sort of... they'd equal parts hoped and dreaded that they might be able to linger around here long enough to see Frisk dropping something off.
Maybe they spent too long on whether they should even be giving something or not. He definitely wouldn't be putting in the effort to get them something. He probably wouldn't have the energy to, even if he wanted to. Not after the way things have gone lately. Not when everyone's exhausted and rattled over whether any of this is real or not and they still haven't been able to find Frisk.
Naughty children don't deserve Gyftmas presents, anyway.
* Nothing for you.
In the end, it's - ha ha, it's just too... too hard. They don't even wrap it. They just... dump a cat toy for 4 outside his door. It's a little bundle of feathers on a string, tied to the end of a plastic wand. They slapped one of those cheap sticky bows onto the stick and called it good enough. Didn't sign it. No "to" or "from." The less effort, the less it looks like anyone cares.]
Maybe they spent too long on whether they should even be giving something or not. He definitely wouldn't be putting in the effort to get them something. He probably wouldn't have the energy to, even if he wanted to. Not after the way things have gone lately. Not when everyone's exhausted and rattled over whether any of this is real or not and they still haven't been able to find Frisk.
Naughty children don't deserve Gyftmas presents, anyway.
* Nothing for you.
In the end, it's - ha ha, it's just too... too hard. They don't even wrap it. They just... dump a cat toy for 4 outside his door. It's a little bundle of feathers on a string, tied to the end of a plastic wand. They slapped one of those cheap sticky bows onto the stick and called it good enough. Didn't sign it. No "to" or "from." The less effort, the less it looks like anyone cares.]
[Outside of Sans's room, wrapped in a big red bow, is an odd grabber thing. Whenever the skeleton returns to his room he'll find it leaning against the door. Attached to this strange device is a glamour shot of Mettaton's face and a note on the back that reads thus:
For those days when you just can't (or won't) get out of bed. With this you can still potentially feed yourself, which is a bonus for all of us, I assure you. Merry Christmas, Happy Gyftmas, and here's hoping the new year is good!
-MTT]
-MTT]
[Sans gets one of those full-body pillows you can hug to sleep, but instead of some scantily-clad anime character printed on it, the picture is a ketchup bottle. A small tag reads, "Merry ChristMax!"]
[They've been busy. Hard to think about him without thinking of the Extractor, of that low, patronizing tone and the way they'd flinched as though struck.
It wasn't really him.
But they have to make sure. Have to cancel out, that reality with the actual one, and sever those ties. Selfish desires and even more selfish wants. That's nothing new. If he's anything like them, maybe - he needs this too. Can't know for sure unless they talk to him.
So call it...paying back a debt.]
Pancakes. Kitchen.
Be there?
It wasn't really him.
But they have to make sure. Have to cancel out, that reality with the actual one, and sever those ties. Selfish desires and even more selfish wants. That's nothing new. If he's anything like them, maybe - he needs this too. Can't know for sure unless they talk to him.
So call it...paying back a debt.]
Pancakes. Kitchen.
Be there?
[Exhausted. He's exhausted. For all he knows, he's just been lying here for a few days, staring at the ceiling, not sleeping, not doing much of anything. Pretty much what's expected of a Sans, right?]
[His phone pings and he ignores it for a few minutes until 4 starts pawing at the blinking light. Then he doesn't have much choice.]
[Oh. It's Frisk.]
now?
[His phone pings and he ignores it for a few minutes until 4 starts pawing at the blinking light. Then he doesn't have much choice.]
[Oh. It's Frisk.]
now?
Right now they're still hot.
[It's a gentle bribe, little more. But if they don't - who's gonna get him to leave his room? It's not like they've seen him out and about as of late. Or that they expect him to show up out of the blue, after that event. Not if it was just as painful for him as it was for...everyone.]
[It's a gentle bribe, little more. But if they don't - who's gonna get him to leave his room? It's not like they've seen him out and about as of late. Or that they expect him to show up out of the blue, after that event. Not if it was just as painful for him as it was for...everyone.]
[He knows what they're doing.]
[Frisk will forgive him. Frisk will always forgive him. Frisk hates themself enough to forgive him. He wonders what he did to them in their dreams. Considering the two of them, it was probably something terrible. He's certainly not the only one who had a bad time.]
i dunno
i'm pretty tired
[Terrible person, isn't he? They want to comfort themselves and him or whatever because everyone's had an awful event, and here he is being a giant deadweight.]
[Frisk will forgive him. Frisk will always forgive him. Frisk hates themself enough to forgive him. He wonders what he did to them in their dreams. Considering the two of them, it was probably something terrible. He's certainly not the only one who had a bad time.]
i dunno
i'm pretty tired
[Terrible person, isn't he? They want to comfort themselves and him or whatever because everyone's had an awful event, and here he is being a giant deadweight.]
Which is why you're fast asleep right now?
[They had a hunch it wouldn't take much to rouse him, because they had a hunch he wasn't asleep in the first place. Who would be sleeping, after that?]
[They had a hunch it wouldn't take much to rouse him, because they had a hunch he wasn't asleep in the first place. Who would be sleeping, after that?]
[Should say something like - it's okay if you don't want to! But that's...they're already not very subtly manipulating him, forcing him. They should acknowledge it for what it is.
Accept it.]
Ok. See you soon. <3
Accept it.]
Ok. See you soon. <3
Don't take any of that to heart.
ha ha wait you don't have a heart right
ha ha wait you don't have a heart right
anyway uh
Yeah, I wasn't really. Thinkin too well back there. Sorry.
Yeah, I wasn't really. Thinkin too well back there. Sorry.
I get if you don't wanna talk anymore that's fine
but i didn't
it was stupid. rude.
but i didn't
it was stupid. rude.
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