I didn't mean it like that either. But they think so little of themself already. That's why they keep running away. They think we're all better off without them.
[Can they blame them, really? Not exactly. Not when they were looking into something so horrifically similar for the "wrong reasons," right?]
I think we might be the only two from the same time. But I guess we're not from your time, are we?
they were asking about how papyrus and i are different and it just sort of came up.
[Just sort of came up. That was his excuse with Max, too. He can't be like this anymore. He feels like he's got a bit of solid ground beneath his feet again, so he has to use that. Has to go back to being more careful. More careful about what he says. Not saying anything.]
[Or...well. That's part of the problem as well. Either way--careful.]
[He doesn't need this right now. This isn't what they even meant to talk to him about. They're not really sure what they meant to talk to him about at all, other than to simply come clean about the fact that they were in his room. Which he probably already knows. Definitely already knew based on the way he responded to them.]
Sorry. I just wanted to let you know. And I'm sorry for us going into your room like that.
haha, kinda? no one ever locks their doors in the underground, that's for sure.
[Except for Sans.]
i dunno, i mean. robberies don't happen all that much, since everyone pretty much knows each other. and if someone's gonna just walk into your house randomly it's usually cause they're a friend, so.
[Monsters are just like that. Inherently good, and kind. And they...
They don't deserve to live among them. Never did. Never should have. But this is exactly what they wanted to erase by talking to him about this. That feeling of not belonging.]
[They smile, an unintentional, startled quirk of the lips. Of course he'd know. He has his way of showing up wherever he's not supposed to be, much in the same manner as a cat.]
Sans?
Would there be a way to keep a picture of us in Wonderland, in the same way you can keep the picture of the people you don't want to forget? So that there's no way for anything to touch it.
Yeah. I'm just tired of losing people. Undyne, and Asriel. I don't want to forget people. I wish I could just keep everything safe, all the memories. So I won't forget. So no one forgets.
I keep trying to remember. It was sort of my responsibility to keep people safe at home. But I can't do that here can I
The response comes in stutters, carefully typed out over a period of about ten to fifteen minutes. Painstaking, slow. Double-checking for errors. Trying to make it...palatable. Acceptable. Not inconvenient.]
It feels like I did in all the worst moments. It feels like I should be able to SAVE them like I SAVED everyone, but I can't. It feels like maybe, if I just tried harder, if I used that power and that determination that made me so special, I would be able to save them.
I'm always the one that changes things. I'm the only thing that changes, and the world reacts to me. So it must be me. It must be something I did. And I have to SAVE them, and bring them back. I have to try.
I must not want it hard enough. Some part of me must want this. Some part of me must be happy with this. Some part of me wanted it. If it didn't, shouldn't I be able to make things right again?
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I didn't mean it like that either. But they think so little of themself already. That's why they keep running away. They think we're all better off without them.
[Can they blame them, really? Not exactly. Not when they were looking into something so horrifically similar for the "wrong reasons," right?]
I think we might be the only two from the same time. But I guess we're not from your time, are we?
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i wasn't thinking
they were asking about how papyrus and i are different and it just sort of came up.
[Just sort of came up. That was his excuse with Max, too. He can't be like this anymore. He feels like he's got a bit of solid ground beneath his feet again, so he has to use that. Has to go back to being more careful. More careful about what he says. Not saying anything.]
[Or...well. That's part of the problem as well. Either way--careful.]
you're not from the same point in time as me
aside from that, i don't know.
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[He doesn't need this right now. This isn't what they even meant to talk to him about. They're not really sure what they meant to talk to him about at all, other than to simply come clean about the fact that they were in his room. Which he probably already knows. Definitely already knew based on the way he responded to them.]
Sorry. I just wanted to let you know. And I'm sorry for us going into your room like that.
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but you know, it's not so bad.
it's better than none of you being here at all.
[That was a pretty lonely time, even if it only lasted a few months.]
and it's okay, seriously.
i'm not mad.
like i said, i sort of knew it would happen eventually.
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[Just a little bit. Not by much.]
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you've both always been curious.
[Sometimes too much for their own good.]
kind of an odd way to pass the time, but hey
whatever works.
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Do you guys always have an open-door policy or something?
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[Except for Sans.]
i dunno, i mean. robberies don't happen all that much, since everyone pretty much knows each other. and if someone's gonna just walk into your house randomly it's usually cause they're a friend, so.
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[Monsters are just like that. Inherently good, and kind. And they...
They don't deserve to live among them. Never did. Never should have. But this is exactly what they wanted to erase by talking to him about this. That feeling of not belonging.]
Most of the people we met are friends anyway.
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or at least a good way to troll some people.
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Sans?
Would there be a way to keep a picture of us in Wonderland, in the same way you can keep the picture of the people you don't want to forget? So that there's no way for anything to touch it.
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no, i'm sorry.
the way that happens is...
it's kind of a combination of a few complicated science things
there's this device that someone made once, and some other stuff
but uh
none of it can be replicated here
but maybe...there's that guy doing the photo album thing, right?
all of our stuff disappears when we go home
but stuff like that, that's shared ends up sticking around
as long as someone is here to remember, theoretically you could just
kind of pass a picture or a photo album around?
so that it's always moving and won't disappear when the person does
but that's not quite the same thing.
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In case anything happens. It would make it harder if stuff was
If I couldn't just disappear.
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yeah, i understand.
i dunno, kid
i think the best we can do is remember for each other.
it makes what harder, though?
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I keep trying to remember. It was sort of my responsibility to keep people safe at home. But I can't do that here can I
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it doesn't have to be your responsibility here
i think wonderland's just more powerful than all of us.
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But it still feels like I should be doing a better job of this. I don't even know how to lose someone if I wasn't the one to kill them.
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having lost undyne and asriel
how does it feel?
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Does he know what he's asking?
The response comes in stutters, carefully typed out over a period of about ten to fifteen minutes. Painstaking, slow. Double-checking for errors. Trying to make it...palatable. Acceptable. Not inconvenient.]
* You struggle.
* Nothing happened.
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Because I'm not trying hard enough. That's how it feels.
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Why doesn't it work?
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The resolve to change fate.
That special power.
I must not want it hard enough. Some part of me must want this. Some part of me must be happy with this. Some part of me wanted it. If it didn't, shouldn't I be able to make things right again?
But I must not want it badly enough.
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...no wonder he didn't want to let go.]
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