[Abruptly, all thoughts of the other thing are gone.]
that was it?
that was the reason?
you thought that would be some kind of
[They thought that was a solution? They thought that was--they thought that was acceptable?]
[All at once he feels...cold. Not a temperature cold, not even a despair cold. An...angry cold.]
[He's angry. Or as close to angry as he can get in this timeline.]
[They thought--they seriously thought--but it's not like he ever explained it. It's not like they would have known. They probably, what, assume he just--did some stupid science experiment and poof? Like it's that easy? Like that's what he wanted?]
no, you know what
i can tell you
i can tell you exactly how he did it
and it won't matter, because it can't be replicated
it's not physically possible for something like that to happen ever again
as impossible as any of us willing ourselves to leave wonderland, or to stay
They cringe, unconsciously, flinching as though struck by the words even if they appear over text, in that stupid, innocent font of his and it wouldn't even matter, they could cut him down in an instant and they -
[Okay, actually. Actually, no, he needs to dial it back a bit, given what little he's gleaned of this kid's history. Given that what they said while delirious down in the tunnels is still hovering in the back of his mind.]
They knew it. Only a matter of time, really - eventually everyone sees what they do and what they're capable of and he says he's not going to hurt them, ha, that's what they always have to say because it's you, it's you! Look what you made them do! Look what you made them feel! That's your fault, you're evil, evil twisted ugly thing right down the core!
Core.
Focus. Concentrate on what matters.]
I already know it's not okay. I stopped looking for stuff about the CORE. You don't have to worry.
even if it's not possible, not here, not at home it's
it's not fine
frisk, you promised.
[Cheap shot. Cheap shot, because he doesn't...he doesn't care. Of course it would happen. Promises mean nothing around Sans. Someone breaks it, Sans or someone else, and it's not even...he's not even surprised. Of course another promise got broken.]
[They bury their face in their hands for a second. Ugh. Ugh. He knows them. He knows them too well and he's doing exactly what they did to him and it hurts because they know it would come to this, it always comes to this, promises are just made to be shattered irreparably and they would know, god, they would know. Made to be dangled over people's heads. That's why he hates promises, isn't it? For the same reason Chara hates them, the same reason Frisk hates them, because they're just another way to get people to do what you want.
He's like this because they're like this. They hurt him first. It's what they deserve.
Flinch, and groan, and grind their teeth, heart fluttering in their ribcage like a trapped bird, and finally they tap out one word, their reluctant, aching concession.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[Oh.]
[Oh fuck.]
[Abruptly, all thoughts of the other thing are gone.]
that was it?
that was the reason?
you thought that would be some kind of
[They thought that was a solution? They thought that was--they thought that was acceptable?]
[All at once he feels...cold. Not a temperature cold, not even a despair cold. An...angry cold.]
[He's angry. Or as close to angry as he can get in this timeline.]
[They thought--they seriously thought--but it's not like he ever explained it. It's not like they would have known. They probably, what, assume he just--did some stupid science experiment and poof? Like it's that easy? Like that's what he wanted?]
no, you know what
i can tell you
i can tell you exactly how he did it
and it won't matter, because it can't be replicated
it's not physically possible for something like that to happen ever again
as impossible as any of us willing ourselves to leave wonderland, or to stay
and you might say you don't want to know anymore
but i think you're going to have to convince me
so i'll tell you
come by my room and we'll chat.
no subject
They cringe, unconsciously, flinching as though struck by the words even if they appear over text, in that stupid, innocent font of his and it wouldn't even matter, they could cut him down in an instant and they -
Don't want this.
Don't want to think about this.
Don't have a choice.]
Are you mad at me?
no subject
[Okay, actually. Actually, no, he needs to dial it back a bit, given what little he's gleaned of this kid's history. Given that what they said while delirious down in the tunnels is still hovering in the back of his mind.]
i'm not
going to hurt you or anything
okay frisk?
but we need to talk about this
i need you to understand why this
why this isn't okay.
no subject
They knew it. Only a matter of time, really - eventually everyone sees what they do and what they're capable of and he says he's not going to hurt them, ha, that's what they always have to say because it's you, it's you! Look what you made them do! Look what you made them feel! That's your fault, you're evil, evil twisted ugly thing right down the core!
Core.
Focus. Concentrate on what matters.]
I already know it's not okay. I stopped looking for stuff about the CORE. You don't have to worry.
its fine
no subject
i'm worried
even if it's not possible, not here, not at home it's
it's not fine
frisk, you promised.
[Cheap shot. Cheap shot, because he doesn't...he doesn't care. Of course it would happen. Promises mean nothing around Sans. Someone breaks it, Sans or someone else, and it's not even...he's not even surprised. Of course another promise got broken.]
[Of course.]
no subject
He's like this because they're like this. They hurt him first. It's what they deserve.
Flinch, and groan, and grind their teeth, heart fluttering in their ribcage like a trapped bird, and finally they tap out one word, their reluctant, aching concession.]
Fine.
[If they're lucky, he'll make it quick.
Doesn't mean it won't hurt.]