[Okay, then. This. This isn't concerning at all. This isn't worrying. There are no errors crawling down the walls. He doesn't need to just sit here, just sit here for a little bit and wait for the tearing to stop.]
[He's. It's fine. It's okay. Not about him, anyway, because clearly Zacharie's...having a bad time. In some kind of distress and. Maybe he's reaching out to Sans for help? Sans of all people? That's weird. It's probably not that. He probably just. Found a name in his phone and hit send or something.]
[This is worse than last time. This is way, way worse than last time. Even after drowning, even all that code he was spouting then, it was still...translatable. You kinda needed a sieve to dig out what Zacharie was saying, but there was actual meaning there. This is almost incomprehensible. And the video screen just makes it worse. Makes Sans have to sit back for another few minutes and get control of his breathing, until the errors fade out again.]
[This hallucination thing is getting real annoying.]
hey
easy buddy
i'm real. you're real.
try to
like do you have anything hard nearby that you could pick up?
like a stone or something?
you hold it in your hand and it kinda helps
cause it's solid and you can feel it and turn it over and stuff
[The texts stop for about ten minutes or so before resuming.]
found sand adn dust its fine things washed out but this cnt
asked to talk so takling dialog dialog dialog dialog
this is me talking this is me talking this is me talking this is me talking this is me talking y̕͞҉o̧ù̡͢ ̷̕͢c̷an͏͡t̕͢ ͏͟m̴͞͝a͟҉͝k̴̡ę͠͠ ̛͞m̢͞e͘͠ ̸̸̕y͠ou͘͜͠ ̀c͟͠an̸'t͡͏ ̢m̀̕a҉̢ḱ̷̡é ͘͠m͢e̸ ҉͡d̨͏o̢n͝'͝ţ ̸̸̢d͘҉̛ơ̶n̢̢'̕t̢͟͞ ͏ḑ̸o͢n̕͜'҉̷t̵͢͠ ̢̨s̴͡t́òp͡͞ ͞i̛͠҉m̡̛̕ ̧as͝k̵̡i̡͘ǹg̴ ̛t̨͠e̛̛ll͞in̸͟g̡͞ ̕y҉o̶ù̵̷ ̸t̴͟͟o̕͏ ́s̶͜t̢òp̛͞ l͟i͘͡s͠͞t̡͝ę̷n̶ t̀o ̷mè̵͟
[Honestly, he's just not thinking about it. At a certain point down that sort of road, you end up just accepting the idea that nothing is real, at which point the world just stops making any sense. It's sort of the opposite of scientific.]
[He still can't parse most of that. It's almost completely corrupted, for one thing.
if you don't want to talk you don't have to
you don't have to do anything you don't want to.
[Empty platitudes, probably. Considering Zacharie's whole thing about Puppeteers.]
dont have to. don't have to. Don't have to. Don't have to?
<>Move Event: Hero, Move Up <>Wait: 0.3 Sec
Good idea. Good idea. Good idea!
[So not as useless as Sans may have thought and hey, looks like Zacharie's grammar may be improving!
...that's not a good thing.]
Yes. It's good. Soft. Black, very black. Always been black. Then white underneath. Crunches. Have to burn it all or it will hurt your teeth.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder. Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
[It actually does seem like Zacharie's getting himself a bit more under control, mostly because he's starting to sound more like the last time he was crashing. Symbols and characters, remnants of code, but still pretty legible.]
black with white on the inside huh?
sounds like a pretty interesting rock.
[He's honestly trying to think of what kind of rock that could possibly be, then--]
[Ah.]
[So that wasn't just a dream. That part was real. How could Sans have known that? How could that just--make its way into his subconscious like that? Dreams are just--they're just your own mind doing its thing. There shouldn't have been--]
"What an idiot," says Frisk and they drive their knee upward into Sans's middle, catching his lower ribs, and he hears the sharp crack before he feels it. Should be dead already. Should be dust, but he's not. He's still here, still alive, and the pain goes on and on and on and on, and he tells them to stop--
"Just like you stopped for me?"
And they break more of him and more of him and more of him and--
[He thinks it's been about ten minutes or so since he even moved.]
i know i know i know its beyond help help help help help help help help please dont help you have to leave get away Its here its okay everything is fading i cant save i cant
i cant see anymore
dont tell frisk about this i cant do this i cant im going to disappear you have to do something else anythong else dont listen to me any longer it will spread i promise it will be okay
[And It is just going to erase all of that and type out something else.
Too bad, but you're not getting help Zacharie. Not for a long time.]
But I will help you.
Stay where you are. Don't move. Don't make a sound.
No need to call for help.
I am here. And I will be with you shortly.
=)
[Although It will never come. Sometimes it's just fun to see what a few words could do. And Zacharie isn't going to be responding for awhile. So sorry.]
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Done
it s better like this. i promise. i promise
510 plot_over
11 escaped_last
see
[And that's all she wrote. Have fun figuring that mess out.]
[text] fuck
[Okay, then. This. This isn't concerning at all. This isn't worrying. There are no errors crawling down the walls. He doesn't need to just sit here, just sit here for a little bit and wait for the tearing to stop.]
[He's. It's fine. It's okay. Not about him, anyway, because clearly Zacharie's...having a bad time. In some kind of distress and. Maybe he's reaching out to Sans for help? Sans of all people? That's weird. It's probably not that. He probably just. Found a name in his phone and hit send or something.]
[Should he even respond to this?]
[It takes him about two hours.]
are you crashing again?
[taxt -> video] it's going real great 1/2
yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyeseyesEYES
> terminate
end IT
dont listn to me its fine look just look
[Zacharie abruptly changes to video, maybe figuring since he probably isn't getting his point across via text it'd be better to do it face-to-face.
It's not helpful.]
[text]
answeransweransweransweranswer
you cant save us help us you cant you need to dont escape dont dont help help help us save save
SAVE
SAVE
SAVE
icant not for me plese stop stooop stop IT stop IT stop IT
[text]
[This is worse than last time. This is way, way worse than last time. Even after drowning, even all that code he was spouting then, it was still...translatable. You kinda needed a sieve to dig out what Zacharie was saying, but there was actual meaning there. This is almost incomprehensible. And the video screen just makes it worse. Makes Sans have to sit back for another few minutes and get control of his breathing, until the errors fade out again.]
[This hallucination thing is getting real annoying.]
hey
easy buddy
i'm real. you're real.
try to
like do you have anything hard nearby that you could pick up?
like a stone or something?
you hold it in your hand and it kinda helps
cause it's solid and you can feel it and turn it over and stuff
if you can understand me try doing that
[text]
youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou
youre real i promise. i promise
<> Message: Perhaps it will get better now
> fall
[The texts stop for about ten minutes or so before resuming.]
found sand adn dust its fine things washed out but this cnt
asked to talk so takling dialog dialog dialog dialog
this is me talking this is me talking this is me talking this is me talking this is me talking y̕͞҉o̧ù̡͢ ̷̕͢c̷an͏͡t̕͢ ͏͟m̴͞͝a͟҉͝k̴̡ę͠͠ ̛͞m̢͞e͘͠ ̸̸̕y͠ou͘͜͠ ̀c͟͠an̸'t͡͏ ̢m̀̕a҉̢ḱ̷̡é ͘͠m͢e̸ ҉͡d̨͏o̢n͝'͝ţ ̸̸̢d͘҉̛ơ̶n̢̢'̕t̢͟͞ ͏ḑ̸o͢n̕͜'҉̷t̵͢͠ ̢̨s̴͡t́òp͡͞ ͞i̛͠҉m̡̛̕ ̧as͝k̵̡i̡͘ǹg̴ ̛t̨͠e̛̛ll͞in̸͟g̡͞ ̕y҉o̶ù̵̷ ̸t̴͟͟o̕͏ ́s̶͜t̢òp̛͞ l͟i͘͡s͠͞t̡͝ę̷n̶ t̀o ̷mè̵͟
ļ́̕͝i͏̵͜͏ś̴̡t̢̛͠͝e͢͜ń̴ ̸̸͘͢͟ţ͏ǫ͘͝ ͟m̴̡̡e̡͘
̵͝
̸̷̡͏l̵̨̛͠i͢͜͢҉ş̶t̵̶͝e̡ņ̵̛ ̶ţ̵̡́ó̀͟͟͝ ͝҉̵̡m̵̵̷͞è̶̵͏
̴͟
̡҉̴͡l̢̢͢͞҉i̢͟҉s̸̵̀́͘t̴̡e̢̨̡͝ņ̸͢͝ ̕͏t̴̵̢̧͝o̵͘ ̡͜͠͡m̧̨̛e͝͏҉
̵̢̛̕҉
͞y̸̷̧҉̢o̵̴͘ư̷ ̷̴̨̛̀c̵̴a̵̶͞n̕͠t̵̴̶̢́ ̶͝ş̴̀̕͟a̡͏͘v̴̢͢͝e͏̵ ͏̢͘͞m̸͢͝e͝҉ ҉̕͘͟u̷̧͜͟͡s̶̶̀ ̶͜͡͝t̨́͠h͞҉̷͜i͢͡͠ş̢ ̷̴̛̕g̵͢͞a̛͏m͝ę̴ ͢͜͜͟c̴̛̀͘͘a̶̛͏͏ņ̛t͜͢ ̛͘͠b͜ę̕ ҉̵̧́͡w̵͝ơ̡̕͠͏ń̸́̕
҉͏
͘͠a͏̡͞҉̴ ̨́͠g̛͞ą̡̀͜͝m̛̛͏ȩ̵́͡͞ ̕͜͡w̛͟͡͡h͘͟҉ȩ̀͡r̸̛̀̕͢e̛͝ ͏҉͡g̛͞a̶͢͡ḿ̴̕e̡̕͘͝ ͏̴͝͝ǫ́͞v̨͜҉e͝҉͘ŕ̸̴̛ ́͢͟i̶҉̸ś҉͏ ̵̢́͠t̡̀͟h̨͞é̛͝͡ ̵̡̛ơ͞҉̷̀n͠͝҉̢͞l̨̕̕͜͠y͟͝ ̀͞͝ǵ͘͟͜o̶̡̕ó̕d̨̡ ͟͞͞è̸̛n͘d̕͜͝i̴̷͏̡n͢͝g̴̷̛͞͝
funny enough i dont think im touching the phone anymore
[There's another ten minute delay before Zacharie starts texting again.]
found a rock
[text]
[Honestly, he's just not thinking about it. At a certain point down that sort of road, you end up just accepting the idea that nothing is real, at which point the world just stops making any sense. It's sort of the opposite of scientific.]
[He still can't parse most of that. It's almost completely corrupted, for one thing.
if you don't want to talk you don't have to
you don't have to do anything you don't want to.
[Empty platitudes, probably. Considering Zacharie's whole thing about Puppeteers.]
is it a good rock?
can you describe it?
[text]
<>Move Event: Hero, Move Up
<>Wait: 0.3 Sec
Good idea. Good idea. Good idea!
[So not as useless as Sans may have thought and hey, looks like Zacharie's grammar may be improving!
...that's not a good thing.]
Yes. It's good. Soft. Black, very black. Always been black. Then white underneath. Crunches. Have to burn it all or it will hurt your teeth.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.
Life tastes sweeter if you do.
[text]
black with white on the inside huh?
sounds like a pretty interesting rock.
[He's honestly trying to think of what kind of rock that could possibly be, then--]
[Ah.]
[So that wasn't just a dream. That part was real. How could Sans have known that? How could that just--make its way into his subconscious like that? Dreams are just--they're just your own mind doing its thing. There shouldn't have been--]
"What an idiot," says Frisk and they drive their knee upward into Sans's middle, catching his lower ribs, and he hears the sharp crack before he feels it. Should be dead already. Should be dust, but he's not. He's still here, still alive, and the pain goes on and on and on and on, and he tells them to stop--
"Just like you stopped for me?"
And they break more of him and more of him and more of him and--
[He thinks it's been about ten minutes or so since he even moved.]
i'm sorry
i don't think i can help you
1/2 [text, not sent]
i cant see anymore
dont tell frisk about this i cant do this i cant im going to disappear you have to do something else anythong else dont listen to me any longer it will spread i promise it will be okay
i will help
i will help
i will
[text]
Too bad, but you're not getting help Zacharie. Not for a long time.]
But I will help you.
Stay where you are. Don't move. Don't make a sound.
No need to call for help.
I am here. And I will be with you shortly.
=)
[Although It will never come. Sometimes it's just fun to see what a few words could do. And Zacharie isn't going to be responding for awhile. So sorry.]
[text] 1/2
the hell does that mean?
zach is that still you?
what is this?
[text] 2/3 i lied
zacharie?
[text] 3/3
[He's not really given over to paranoia, but...]
[Is Zacharie coming after him?]
[Is he going to come cast Spell on him for real?]
[Sans spends the next several hours with his back to the wall, watching his door.]