A; fallen down (cw: reality warping) [Wonderland is wearing its face more plainly now, and that would almost be a relief if not for the feeling they've all been swallowed up by that face. Dark swirls of negativity snake out from under Sans's clothes, but it's hard to see in the darkness. Every step is twisted and uncertain, so Sans tries to push through. He vanishes into mist. He doesn't expect to reappear exactly where he was. There's the instinct to try and feel out the path, but he knows it doesn't work that way here. He pauses, tries again.
This time reality won't quite let him go. Reality catches on his bones and stretches out like streamers. His body twists with the force, and Sans's eye flickers blue-yellow-blue as he acts on instinct, trying to snap together quanta of magic and spacetime. It doesn't work, of course. He can't do that here.
He's lucky, this time. The ribbons twisting him in place snap and curl inward and melt away. Sans drops face-first to the ground.]
B; it's raining somewhere else (cw: time loops) [Time is stretching. Time is stretching and stretching and tearing and skipping and playing like a movie on the rough, knotted bark. Time is looping. Again. Again. Again.
rts showed a massive anomaly in the timespace conti
This is a memory of something that didn't happen. Sans thinks he's walked this path before. Sans can't remember. Golden pillars and broken stained glass windows. Of course he can't remember, that's not how it works. This could be the first time ever, this could be the last time ever. Does it matter? Another second goes by, and the old second is still there, a fresh wound in his memory, but there's theories about that, right? The world could have been created yesterday, but if that creation included memories of a time before, then you'd never know. You just end up right back there, again, again, again, did you think you got out, did you think you got out, did you think you got out
sorry, ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. This is why I never
ermine the future of th
This is a memory of something that happened. Sans thinks he's walked this path before. Sans can't remember. Golden pillars and shining stained glass windows. Do you trust them? That anomaly? Do you like them? Why? Why do you like anybody anymore? None of this even matters.
Papyrus is alive. He and the human are in Papyrus's room. Sans doesn't know if either of them has any idea what a date is. Papyrus is dead. The human hadn't seemed so bad, the human had been nice to so many other monsters, so why when it was Papyrus, why only then? Papyrus is dead. Everyone else is dead. The human isn't a human. The human isn't anything he thinks he can understand. He's not sure if he has enough feeling left to be afraid.
He will stand alone against the anomaly. He will judge the human, and hope they will be better. He will leave the underground after the human helped to set them free. All at once and all together and all fighting with each other, images looping and screaming, pay attention to me, pay attention to me, give up, give up, give up, I did, why even try?
There are creatures closing in, dark and viscous things, crawling on too many legs along the tree as they chase down the negativity flowing off Sans like a waterfall. He doesn't notice.]
C; Wildcard [Sans isn't taking well to this, but if you'd like him somewhere, just let me know!]
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[Wonderland is wearing its face more plainly now, and that would almost be a relief if not for the feeling they've all been swallowed up by that face. Dark swirls of negativity snake out from under Sans's clothes, but it's hard to see in the darkness. Every step is twisted and uncertain, so Sans tries to push through. He vanishes into mist. He doesn't expect to reappear exactly where he was. There's the instinct to try and feel out the path, but he knows it doesn't work that way here. He pauses, tries again.
This time reality won't quite let him go. Reality catches on his bones and stretches out like streamers. His body twists with the force, and Sans's eye flickers blue-yellow-blue as he acts on instinct, trying to snap together quanta of magic and spacetime. It doesn't work, of course. He can't do that here.
He's lucky, this time. The ribbons twisting him in place snap and curl inward and melt away. Sans drops face-first to the ground.]
B; it's raining somewhere else (cw: time loops)
[Time is stretching. Time is stretching and stretching and tearing and skipping and playing like a movie on the rough, knotted bark. Time is looping. Again. Again. Again.
rts showed a massive anomaly in the timespace conti
This is a memory of something that didn't happen. Sans thinks he's walked this path before. Sans can't remember. Golden pillars and broken stained glass windows. Of course he can't remember, that's not how it works. This could be the first time ever, this could be the last time ever. Does it matter? Another second goes by, and the old second is still there, a fresh wound in his memory, but there's theories about that, right? The world could have been created yesterday, but if that creation included memories of a time before, then you'd never know. You just end up right back there, again, again, again, did you think you got out, did you think you got out, did you think you got out
sorry, ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. This is why I never
ermine the future of th
This is a memory of something that happened. Sans thinks he's walked this path before. Sans can't remember. Golden pillars and shining stained glass windows. Do you trust them? That anomaly? Do you like them? Why? Why do you like anybody anymore? None of this even matters.
Papyrus is alive. He and the human are in Papyrus's room. Sans doesn't know if either of them has any idea what a date is. Papyrus is dead. The human hadn't seemed so bad, the human had been nice to so many other monsters, so why when it was Papyrus, why only then? Papyrus is dead. Everyone else is dead. The human isn't a human. The human isn't anything he thinks he can understand. He's not sure if he has enough feeling left to be afraid.
He will stand alone against the anomaly. He will judge the human, and hope they will be better. He will leave the underground after the human helped to set them free. All at once and all together and all fighting with each other, images looping and screaming, pay attention to me, pay attention to me, give up, give up, give up, I did, why even try?
There are creatures closing in, dark and viscous things, crawling on too many legs along the tree as they chase down the negativity flowing off Sans like a waterfall. He doesn't notice.]
C; Wildcard
[Sans isn't taking well to this, but if you'd like him somewhere, just let me know!]