[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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Date: 2017-03-18 10:31 pm (UTC)[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]
Date: 2017-03-19 04:30 am (UTC)<>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.
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Date: 2017-03-19 10:37 pm (UTC)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]
Date: 2017-03-19 10:53 pm (UTC)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]
Date: 2017-03-19 11:00 pm (UTC)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
Date: 2017-03-19 11:10 pm (UTC)the hell does that mean?
zach is that still you?
what is this?
[text] 2/3 i lied
Date: 2017-03-19 11:11 pm (UTC)zacharie?
[text] 3/3
Date: 2017-03-19 11:14 pm (UTC)[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.]